Another MemeThing-Bedroom Eyes

[ceitfianna]

Since I think I will be on less for the next few days, I'm snagging a meme from doihearawaltz that I think will get me writing, also I've been in the mood to write smut.

This is open for all of my pups from Milliways and Mixed Muses, make me work since I don't write smut often but I do enjoy it at times.

If you'd like one of your characters to jump into bed with one of mine, leave a comment along with a prompt and I will write you a drabble/ficlet.

Comments

[alchemistseraph]

*dies*

Oh, commenting to this could get me into so, so much trouble. You know all my characters, I'm leaving this open. (Though on a whim I'll tell you I think Charlie and Will could quite possibly maim each other if they ended up in bed together.)

Micah/Demeter

[ceitfianna]

The smell of Summer about her was intoxicating and distracting as he kissed her. He expected her to say more but instead she knew how to kiss him to melt him, the tenderness was like being with the Pard.

Home, family and a beautiful woman who tangled herself with him so that he felt for a time more of a man than he had in ages, perhaps this is what it means to be a god.

[alas-a-llama.livejournal.com]

I will follow Wingy's lead here and say that you know most of my characters, so I will leave this open and up to you.

Will/Atton

[ceitfianna]

They'd been swimming after sparring so blood stained the water as they moved.

Atton laughed as he tackled Will, pushing them chest to chest, it ended up a rather wet kiss.

Drying together on the beach was the best part, as Atton tried to make himself small enough to rest on Will's chest.

[doihearawaltz.livejournal.com]

Methos/Demeter!

And maybe a Tiwa fic, if you feel like it, although I don't know who I'd pair her with from my roster.

[ceitfianna]

From my own experience of writing Tiwa fic, I find older!Tiwa works better for this shade of drabble. Though I'm quite happy to write her stuff, I'm just always curious how she comes through to other people.

Methos/Demeter

[ceitfianna]

Another village lying in ruins, Methos just watched the fires burn as the wails of the women rose from the hills where they were walking towards a new place. For a moment he thought he saw a glint of gold hair amongst the flames but it couldn't be.

His horse whinnied as he moved it through the destruction to where the flash of gold belonged to a woman, not a woman, she didn't feel like an Immortal but there was something about her as her hands were deep in the soil.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure this land will live again."

Her voice made him ache, she held Greece and life inside her somehow and he dismounted to take her hands,

"Its too late."

"No, child, its never too late."

Then she was in his arms and Methos forgot to think for a time of anything but Life and the scent of Summer she carried with her. For days afterwards, he would find himself smiling as his hand brushed the small wheaten wreath she had placed on his saddle.

[sardonicynic]

*rubs hands together*

- Ben/older!Tiwa
- Ben/Demeter
- Ben/Jane :O!

Ben/older!Tiwa

[ceitfianna]

The air was so hot and dry that she kept kissing him to as she said,

"Get things a bit moister."

Not that he would ever complain with her kisses but he kept worrying that he was going to walk into someone. With a good bit of near misses, they ended up in a fancier hotel than he'd quite planned on, but the sign was shiny. He had a brief glimpse of the saloon as she flew up the stairs to peer out the window and grin at him,

"You're too earthbound, time to make you fly."

Ben knew he must have protested but damn that woman can kiss and never thought he'd feel so light.

Ben/Jane

[ceitfianna]

Her dress didn't stand out at least but Jane felt that she did as she followed Ben into the saloon.

He gave her one of his lopsided smiles and she grinned back, he would not know that she was worried.

So many eyes followed her, many with great appreciation as Ben ordered them drinks and kissed right under her, sending shivers through her,

"Prettiest one here."

"I'm sure that was not fully needed."

She can feel his voice as he whispers in her ear,

"Makes you look like that, sure is."

The food is hearty and her drink is strong but Jane's thoughts are on the man beside her and the world around her.

He takes her hand and they go up the creaking stairs and he kisses her, stealing all her thoughts away. Inside her thoughts always chase on the edges as he kisses away her worries and sends her spiraling to another place.

Ben/Demeter

[ceitfianna]

There were strands of silver in her hair and his hands kept finding them as she slept against him. Can't really fight the gods but damn it all, she shouldn't be hurting.

She wakes up and through half asleep eyes looks to him, "Ben?"

Not much he can do but one thing he can do damn well and so he kisses her, pulling her so tight she fits against him.

When he hears her breath change then he always himself a small smile before he's busy with making her more than just breath different.

[mmexlibris]

Because I never make my prompts easy:

Will/Fiona
Demeter/Mills
Tiwa/Dillinger

Will/Fiona

[ceitfianna]

She expected him to be rougher but he treated her as something precious. The scars on his back felt strange under her hands and she dug her hands deep into them as he finally came.

It had been so long since she'd known a boy like him, hurting and living and ready to die. She kept her hand deep in his hair and whispered some words of Gaelic into it as he kissed her again and held her as if the world was ending.

Re: Will/Fiona

[mmexlibris]

Oh that's beautiful. Thank you.

Tiwa/Dillinger

[ceitfianna]

First he'd taken her dancing in Chicago and found himself smiling more than he expected as she challenged him with every step to keep up. She didn't seem real to him, too bright compared to everyone else around and with something in her that he didn't understand and wanted to.

So he'd taken her on a job and suddenly saw how truth and stories get mixed up into a kind of truth when she touched the hand of an old woman who was trembling and said, "Shh, the fire and iron isn't for us, have to keep the balance is all."

Later when they ended up in a beat up motel somewhere outside Chicago, he kissed and started to speak and she grinned and said, "You'd best make the stories good."

He thought he knew all the kinds of women out there, rich women, poor women but never one like her who lit lightly on the ground and yet held so much in her eyes or who laughed so joyously while making love. He never did find out her story of iron and bars but his story gained a strange chapter.

Re: Tiwa/Dillinger

[mmexlibris]

Aw, man. That's perfect. Thank you Fi!

I HEART THIS STORY!

Re: Tiwa/Dillinger

[ceitfianna]

I'm glad, I like your challenges since both of these stories kind of snuck up on me after niggling for days. Also since the Bar's quiet and I'm in a cafe since the net won't be in my apartment for days, I thought I'd do some writing.

There's even a Demeter in Bar if you're interested. I'm contemplating giving someone else an EP but not having any inspiration.

Re: Tiwa/Dillinger

[mmexlibris]

I am actually swamped with real work right now.

Cafes with net access are my favourites.

And I need to EP pretty much EVERYONE. I'm thinking of doing a massive multipup in MM when I get some bandwidth.

~snugs~ Yay Ann Arbor!

Re: Tiwa/Dillinger

[ceitfianna]

I would tag that so happily though there might be odd slows here and there. Yes, the cafes in Ann Arbor rock, so many of them have free net access and are comfortable and lovely. *snugs* I hope work doesn't suck too much.

Well if you keep refreshing this entry, I think there will be some more drabbles to read. Also I might end up just posting them all later too since I'm ending up rather proud of them.

Demeter/Mills

[ceitfianna]

They hadn't planned it, after all they'd only been sharing a bottle of wine and talking of their children yet it felt right.

Their kisses were desperate for Winter was coming and he knew he wasn't enough yet.

She held on so tight that he for a night felt strong enough.

[moofoot.livejournal.com]

Hrm.

I want to see something like...

Athos/Dem
(and maybe Dan/Dem, too)

but if you get any other ideas feel free, I'll try to think of more.

[ceitfianna]

He smelled of musket fire and the blood of his fellow men was on his tunic when she found him in the field. She didn't speak but instead held him tightly and kissed him as she ran her hand through his hair.

With her he could almost forget the battle where his men and friends were falling. She was singing, that cut more than he expected so she kissed him tasting of salt and loam and he simply lived.

[yakalskovich]

Late to the game, but still: Donovan/Demeter, please!