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louiseluxThis Easter egg meme appeals to me, mostly because my beloved failed to present me with one today *sobs*.
Never mind-- here's the short version of the meme: comment if you'd like a short ficlet for Easter, any fandom (that I list in my interests), cracktastic crossovers fine, etc. Give me a pairing/character and theme or word. And anyone who remembers that I did this last year and never finished them ohgod sorry, sorry. I promise to do better this time. /sheepish.
Never mind-- here's the short version of the meme: comment if you'd like a short ficlet for Easter, any fandom (that I list in my interests), cracktastic crossovers fine, etc. Give me a pairing/character and theme or word. And anyone who remembers that I did this last year and never finished them ohgod sorry, sorry. I promise to do better this time. /sheepish.
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Date: 2005-03-27 06:07 pm (UTC)Firefly, Wash and Zoe fluff.
Actually, you don't list it in your interests, but I know you saw it. What I'm really craving at the moment is the new Dr. Who, Rose and Doctor banter. So if you feel like it... ;-)
Happy Easter!
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Date: 2005-03-27 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 06:20 pm (UTC)Oh, and I'm doing this over at my LJ, so if you want me to reciprocate, feel free to ask.
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Date: 2005-03-27 06:53 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2005-03-27 06:55 pm (UTC)...Of course, if you felt like writing more 58, that'd be good, too...
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Date: 2005-03-27 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 07:05 pm (UTC)Hawkeye/Mulcahy, in Jed Bartlett's White House, theme: Easter.
*evil giggle*
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Date: 2005-03-27 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 07:27 pm (UTC)Um. Something about Aziraphale and the easter bunny, please!
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Date: 2005-03-27 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 08:50 pm (UTC)Or failing that, Death Note/Good Omens, bookshops
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Date: 2005-03-27 09:17 pm (UTC)The Tardis hummed with the effort of shifting them through the space-time continuum.
'Somehow I thought spaceships would be quieter. Or noisier, or something.'
Rose was beginning to wonder if she should have thought this through a bit more. Loops of cable were strung around the floor and the walls, a small toolbox stood open on the floor and there was an unlikely-looking wooden coat stand in one corner, if you could really call it a corner. One of the central columns of the ship had the sad-looking end of a string of tinsel still stuck to it with yellowing sticky tape. The tube-thing in the centre glowed green and it made her feel a bit queasy to watch it rising and falling. There were no doors, except the one she knew led to the outside. Her mind skittered from wanting to fling the doors open to see exactly what they were travelling through and wanting to climb into her own bed in her own room and pull her familiar-smelling duvet over her head. But she didn't have a duvet anymore, or even a bed, so that wasn't an option. Anyway, she had a more pressing problem.
She asked the question she'd been wanting to ask for about an hour now. Well, she thought it had been an hour since they'd set off but she couldn't be sure because her watch had stopped working. Actually, the face had pinged off and the hands were twisted into tiny corkscrews. The Doctor had examined it with some interest, before throwing it into a small wastepaper basked that stood near the door.
'You won't be needing that anymore,' he'd said.
Please shut up, she thought, but the Doctor seemed as excited as a teenager and was explaining about space and time in a way that made her head ache.
'Doctor, is there, uh... I need to go to the ladies.'
The Doctor looked at her wide-eyed, then span round in a pantomime of searching. 'Ladies? Where? I don’t see any. Hellooo.'
'No,' she snapped. 'You now, the loo.' Blank. 'The bog.' Still blank. Rose began to wonder about the Doctor's anatomy, and then stopped herself. 'The toi-let,' she said slowly. 'I need to go.'
'Oh. Oh, I see. No, there isn’t one of those.'
'What?'
The Doctor gazed at her, eyebrows raised and smiling in that way he had that made him look completely insane. Rose wondered if he knew it made him look like that.
'You'll have to wait until we get to the next planet. And until after we've saved the world there too.'
'No!'
'Hahahaha! Only joking. Come on, I'll show you around. Should've done it before, I suppose. You've got your own room, and somewhere I'm pretty sure there's a kitchen, but don't expect me to cook because I only do curry and I've been told it can melt a Dalek at 40 paces, so it'd certainly kill you off…'
'What's a Dalek?'
'Never mind. I got some food that I think humans can digest.'
Rose grinned. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen. Silly things to worry about when you were floating through infinity in something that only looked like a 1950s police box. She thought about Mickey and they way he'd clung to her, how heavy his arms had been, pulling her down. She'd left him behind to travel the universe. Unimaginable. Wonderful. Her footsteps seemed lighter in here and she wondered if it was something to do with gravity, or just with feeling so suddenly, blinding happy. She let out a pleased sigh, even though the Doctor was doing that smile again.
'This way and keep close-- the Tardis likes to think it's a maze sometimes. Just for fun, you know.'
'Has anyone ever told you you look like a crazy person when you smile like that?'
'Oh, yes. Often.'
She smiled back and followed.
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Date: 2005-03-27 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 10:23 pm (UTC)One of Jeeves's most noticeable features is that he's a sombre sort of cove. Firm, commanding, a stalwart in a world filled with creatures such as Roderick Spode and aunts with lapdogs. It's a bit of a comedown then to stumble across him in the kitchen, be-aproned, paint brush in one hand, hen's egg in the other, daubing away as if his life depended on it. He twitched a lip, but otherwise maintained utter calm at being caught out. Egg-like, I suppose one could say.
The rest of the flat had been naked of his presence; unusual for a morning when my head throbbed and the ghost of Bingo Little chucking-up behind the sofa shimmered before my eyes. The only shimmering I wanted was Jeeves with his hangover cure, but so far he'd held out.
'They're for the children of the Junior Ganymede Beneficial Fund Easter Egg Hunt and Tea, Sir,' Jeeves said, looking up from his current artwork. A dozen more, already decorated, sat in their trays.
'Very noble, Jeeves,' said I. 'And a fair hand you have. Very steady.'
'Thank you, Sir.'
I leant over to inspect the ovum in question. It bore a ghastly face with large watery blue eyes, a nose in a fetching shade of pink and rather large ears.
'Who's that?'
Jeeves smiled in that special way that can make a man's heart beat faster and can also make him wish he hadn't stayed up far, far into the wee smalls the night before, with increasingly spirited renderings of the popular song, My Little Gypsy Wanda, (won’t you wander back to me).
Professional to a fault, Jeeves had stood bravely by with the whisky and soda, casting a silent fish-like eye on our depravity.
'I do believe it's you, Sir.'
Jeeves prefers to serve his revenge ice cold, on a bed of crushed ice.
The ears were a definite hit below the belt. But possibly well-deserved. The Wooster skull is thick, undoubtedly, but even I could see that Jeeves's egg decorating was but a cry for attention from a wounded heart. Perhaps it was time to give Wanda her marching orders and to turf the still sleeping Bingo out into the grim streets where he belonged.
'I do believe I'll lunch at home today, Jeeves. Then out for a spot of shopping.'
'Very good, Sir.'
The next egg didn’t look anything like me, but did bear a rather hilarious resemblance to Bingo Little, the unfortunate booby.
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Date: 2005-03-27 10:50 pm (UTC)Man, I can't wait for more of that show. ^^
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Date: 2005-03-27 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 12:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 12:52 am (UTC)It was the first time for both of them, for lots of things and in many senses. They'd never done this before, or each other, and one of them, technically, was as pure as fresh-fallen mountain snow.
Hakkai's arms were binding his waist, crushingly tight, and Gojyo was filled so deep it hurt but Hakkai wasn't moving. This was something Gojyo had done with women--stayed still and let them do the work. He tried to shift forward, spooned as they were together, Hakkai kneeling behind him, away from Hakkai's hot, damp skin and his breath loud in Gojyo's ear, but Hakkai tightened his grip and pulled him even closer, sinking Gojyo onto him even more. Cho Hakkai the virgin.
'No,' Hakkai mumbled. 'Stay, just stay,' and they sat, Hakkai's breath shivering in gusts over him, Gojyo's left hand hooked back into Hakkai's hair. He was hard, had been hard for too long. He glanced down; saw proof bobbing in the air, unattended and flushed pink. He touched himself, felt rather than heard Hakkai's moan. Hakkai moved his hips just a little, began a small circle, and another, and again, more, until Gojyo was groaning and pushing himself back against his thighs and moving in time.
'Gojyo,' Hakkai gasped.
One arm uncoiled and slid down his stomach, pushed his hand away, caught him and squeezed and pulled in maddening, slow strokes. How like Hakkai to make him want to beg for mercy even now when his back was arching and Hakkai's teeth were locked onto his shoulder and Hakkai was pushing harder and faster until there was a pulse inside him, fluttering and unknown, strange and warm. Hakkai's fingers lost their beautiful rhythm but it didn’t matter because it was enough and Gojyo was caught, pinned on both sides by Hakkai.
He was caught by dark eyes and strength and need that was so rarely displayed. Hakkai was more than a match for him, in some ways, he thought later, gasping for breath because his ribs ached and Hakkai was kissing him again and he was kissing back just as hard. Gojyo could take anything, would take anything, from Hakkai. It really was nothing new.
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Date: 2005-03-28 01:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 01:39 am (UTC)It was usually better to come at life's pleasures from an oblique angle, Hakkai thought. Far safer to sidle up to a thing rather than show it your face straight on in case one scared it away, or stopped it from happening merely by wanting it too much. Small pleasures, unthinkingly taken.
So he didn’t dwell on why he occasionally liked to buy chocolate for Gojyo to eat. It made him happy to see Gojyo's smile of genuine delight, because Gojyo loved chocolate and would make a display of how much he enjoyed eating it: sucking each piece until it melted utterly on his tongue, then licking his fingers and lips, serious concentration and then afterwards a slow curl to his lips as he said thank you.
It was sensible to give him the chocolate after dinner, when the body could digest it more readily, but that wasn't the only reason. After dinner, if there was chocolate, Gojyo would sit at the table with him, his hair tossed back over his shoulders and his shirt open and eat it bit by bit in front of him, breaking the dark, scented squares off one by one. The smell of it would fill the room and Hakkai would watch under his lashes and sip coffee and cross his legs and not think too much at all. Small pleasures indeed. Delight. How delectable that chocolate must be.
There was satisfaction in being empty, in starving oneself and going hungry, but life was not possible without something to feed on, however small.
Sometimes he took a piece of it for himself, just to revel in the melting it gave him in the pit of his stomach; not only at the sweetness but at the sight of Gojyo's mouth, sweet itself and parted, as Gojyo watched him eat it.
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Date: 2005-03-28 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 02:08 am (UTC)'How old are you?'
'You know how old I am! Five hundred and twenty five last month. Sanzo-- give me some of those eggs!'
'No. The older you get the less you're supposed to like sweet things. I'm having them.'
They were sitting on Sanzo's bed, six chocolate eggs in gaudy paper lying between them
'Sanzo, that's not fair! Or even true. Anyway, you’re even older than me, so you shouldn’t want them either.'
Goku was far better at spotting the flaws in Sanzo's arguments recently, annoyingly, although it was a weak argument to begin with, he admitted. They shared a room these days and Goku watched him with careful, steadfast eyes. Sanzo didn't entirely like it, but he didn’t entirely hate it either, which was surprising.
'Whose are they, monkey? Who paid for them?'
'Well. Okay. You did. No, the Sanbutsushin! See, they’re not even yours, because you didn't pay for them either.'
'Stupid!' Sanzo said. 'I get a salary from the temple. How do you think it's paid?'
He waved the gold card in Goku's face.
'Oh. But Sanzo, the chocolate!'
The last word came out as something very like a wail and Sanzo had to bite his lip to stop the grin. The urge to bash Goku over the head with his fan was still strong but he'd stopped doing it so much recently and that was surprising too. It just didn't seem right. He must be getting old and soft. Or something.
'Here,' he said, dividing them into two piles-- four in one and two in the other. 'Which one do you want?'
Goku sucked at his lower lip and pointed to the smaller pile. Sanzo looked at him, them took Goku's finger and pointed it to the bigger pile.
'Be honest, monkey.'
'Sanzo... '
'You were always going to get the most. You always do.'
Goku smiled and they sat together and ate them, talking quietly of everything and nothing.
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Date: 2005-03-28 02:48 am (UTC)Lovely!