Writing Meme
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
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Innoculation
"The girls always giggled about doing it and some of the girls at the brothel didn't seem to mind it, but I was scared. My first time shouldn't be like that, Jin, it shouldn't!" She started to cry into his shoulder again. What could he say? She was right, the first time should be pleasurable.
He tightened his arms around her, rocking back and forth a little and resting his cheek against her dark hair. Her first time though? When she had posed for the sunflower picture, Mugen and he had assumed she had done more with the artist than pose. She had certainly seemed enamored with the guy.
"I just… maybe I wouldn't be so scared… I mean… If you were to show me…"
He thought he knew what she was asking him. Jin had never allowed himself to consider it before. Honor kept him from making advances to someone under his protection. but since she was asking him….
"Fuu, are you certain?"
She lifted her head and looked steadily into his eyes, then nodded firmly.
With that affirmation, he gave her a small smile and said, "I would be honored." A hand on each side of her face held her still. She seemed caught in his gaze anyway as he brushed his thumbs against her cheekbones, slid the backs of his fingers down her jawline and lowered his head. As he pressed his lips against hers, she squeaked and stiffened slightly in his arms. For a few seconds, she didn't move. Slowly, he pressed gently against her mouth, brushing it softly with his own. She began to relax, even to press back. When she opened her mouth slightly for breath, he slid his tongue inside.
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This is from my favorite anime fandom, Samurai Champloo. I love the three main characters, all for different reasons. In this one, Jinn thinks he knows what Fuu has asked him to do. Set right after Jinn and Mugen rescue her from the brothel she was kidnapped and taken to.
Next up,
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Monday
Another damp kiss to the thigh and Rodney sat back on his knees. His mouth was smug but his eyes darted up Ronon’s body and didn’t quite make it to his face. It took one tug to pull his lover on top of him and kiss him thoroughly, still cradled between his legs, full penis nestled against his own flaccid one.
“Lube is in the drawer,” Ronon stroked from flank to shoulder as he said it, offering.
“You’d… You’d let me do that?” There was surprise in his eyes, but the pupils widened with heat.
“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” And he let his knees fall out to the sides and pushed up with his hips.
The scramble for the lube and the eagerness Rodney showed as he applied it brought a smile to Ronon’s face. By the time his lover prepared him and eased inside, Ronon was half-hard again. They kissed as Rodney thrust smoothly -- long, wet, deep kisses that carried them through and over until they lay panting and sated.
Ronon lifted the bandaged hand and kissed the wrist. “You should get this looked at.”
Rodney’s mouth curved down and he opened it to argue.
“Please.” Ronon knew he was playing on his newfound closeness to the man, but in truth he wasn’t sure it would work.
“You fixed it. It’s, uh, fine.”
“Bandage is dirty.” He pointed out, reasonably. It was, the gauze spotted with lube and limp with sweat. “Besides, you need to wash.”
With a rueful look down their bodies, Rodney agreed and rolled off the bed. “Fine. Um, I could use help. Injured man here.” His expression was hopeful and he raised the burned hand as if to offer proof.
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Tuesday
Something was weird about the village, but Ronon couldn't place it. Instinct told him that there was something off-kilter about it and he had learned to trust that instinct. The people seemed friendly enough. Oh, there was the odd weapon here and there, but going unarmed was insane when the Wraith could cull your village at any time. The women did not act cowed or beaten like you saw on some worlds, though few smiled.
Huh, that was part of it. There were few smiles anywhere and the children… there were few to be seen, none very young. No babies, none crawling or toddling. Ronon began to understand the unhappiness that seemed to hang over the village.
Sheppard and Teyla were talking with the villagers, trying to make conversation. It was all about the weather and the crops, not anything useful like how long since the Wraith had come. Rodney was still sniffing the bowl in his hands, trying to decide if he should eat the food inside and a somber woman was handed Ronon a bowl as well.
“Where are the children?” Ronon had figured out a long time ago, the best way to find something out was to be direct. Even if you didn’t get a straight answer, you’d get some sort of information.
His question silenced everyone at the table. The woman sitting to Teyla’s right answered.
“Fewer are born every year. Our people came to this planet many years ago. We fled our homeworld when disaster struck - great rocks that fell from the sky. The sun went dark and nothing would grow. We came to this world after visiting several others and thought we’d been blessed.” The woman’s voice had the cadence of a storyteller. Her next words were tinged with sorrow. “Instead, it seems we have been cursed. Our parents had many children, but as the years go by, our numbers grow less. It has been many years since any family has grown and our people grow fewer.”
Ronon had no idea what to say to that. Without children, there is no hope for these people. With no hope, you might as well bare your chest to the Wraith.
“Rodney, do you…” Sheppard started to say.
“No, I do not know why this would happen! I’m a genius, not omnipotent! This isn’t my area, it’s Cars… it’s medical or something. Get Kepple to work on it! Oughta be worth some grain or something, right? If we can figure this out?”
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You might be able to tell by the names, these are the second and third installments of the series started by Sunday's Child (found in SGA archives and elsewhere in my journal). Monday can probably be considered finished, but unbeta'd. I'm not happy with the ending though and as it leads straight to Tuesday, I want the two to flow together.
I wrote Sunday as my entry in the Ronon ficathon. I started Tuesday as a pinchhit for the same one but had to write Monday to bridge the two. When I stalled on Tuesday, I started the next item on the list for the pinchhit, trying to give the poor person her second choice in prompts.
Due to the death of my son, I took a hiatus of more than a month from real writing. I'll be working on this one in the coming week. I haven't forgotten you!
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OT4 (no real title yet)
Ronon ignored McKay's gawking and pressed a kiss into Teyla's hip. He lapped at the soft skin there as his hands moved the cloth further down her legs. The scent of her wiry curls enticed him and he ghosted his mouth toward it, tasting and teasing as he went. Her breathing fluttered and caught as he went.
Her legs fell open and she bent her knees to give him access. Her inner thigh tasted slightly of sweat and cloth, when he kissed it, the skin hot on his lips. McKay shifted next to them, raspy panting loud in the small hut.
"Rodney...” Teyla moved and Ronon looked up in time to see her pull the other man into a gentle kiss. He watched as she coaxed McKay to open his mouth, as he resisted though his face showed the longing he felt, as he gave suddenly and began to ravish her mouth.
Ronon turned his attention back to what lay before him. He parted the curls and the hair with his thumbs, lowered his mouth and began. She had already been excited when she woke, now she vibrated under his mouth, sweet and heady juices flowing across his tongue and lips. He looked up to see McKay nibbling his way down her neck to her breasts, hand already there caressing the nipples to hard nubs.
She whispered something, Ronon couldn't hear what, but McKay began fumbling at his belt, unfastening his pants. The other was naked quickly and the Satedan hummed his appreciation. Without the uniform the man was sleeker, less bulky than he'd appeared. Sparse hair scattered across his chest and down his stomach to frame a weeping erection.
A predator at heart, Ronon saw the uncertainty in McKay's face, saw the vulnerability he was failing to hide, and wanted the man. He wanted to replace the flickering fear in the eyes with a glaze of passion, to change the hesitant desire to wanton need. He wanted the man to come undone beneath him, to own him, before the end of the night.
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Okay, I haven't figured out how to get Shep into the mix yet. Perhaps my IRC crew will help me out after the TimeSmoosh(tm)?
Regardless, I will finish this. I always keep my promises.
Let's see... two other WIPs of note (thanks to ADHD I tend to have several projects going at once).
One is SG1 and the other SGA.
The SG1 fic is intended to be OT4 though I didn't quite manage to get them all going at the same time. The exerpt is here.
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As he leaned over to pass the pills, Daniel looked up at him, nostrils flaring. He glanced over his shoulder at the two people behind him and sniffed deeply, then looked back at Jack, eyebrows raised.
"What?" Jack asked in his best innocent voice. It didn't fool his friend for a minute.
"Insomnia, huh? The room reeks of sex, Jack. Am I the only one who didn't get lucky tonight?"
"Well, I won't speak for them, but I was over here with you, remember?" Jack deliberately didn't meet the blue eyes.
Daniel grabbed Jack's right hand, pills still cupped in the palm and sniffed it. "Didn't stop you did it?" Jack's eyes snapped up and they stared at each other. Without dropping his gaze, Daniel lifted the hand to his mouth and flicked his tongue into the crease of the thumb, tasting traces of bitterness and salt.
Jack's breath caught and he couldn't believe what he saw in Daniel's eyes. The two of them were close friends, but he had never dared to hope to have that expression pinned on him. It was predatory and piercing and Jack felt his dick jump in reaction. Daniel's tongue slid to the end of the thumb, circling it and then sucked the digit into his mouth. Jack couldn't tear his eyes away from that clear blue gaze. His thumb was released and that talented tongue lapped up the pain medicine, barely scraping the sensitive skin of his palm.
"Daniel…" the name escaped his lips before he could stop it. He was powerless here and knew it, knew that he was not in control of this situation, hadn't been since the first little sound had woken him earlier. He wasn't used to the feeling, had never enjoyed it before. So why was there a flicker of desire at the thought?
The water glass was taken from his nerveless fingers and Daniel filled his mouth with the fluid and tipped his head back to wash the pills down. He handed the glass back to Jack, who set it safely on the table before turning back to look down nervously at his friend.
Daniel grabbed the front of Jack's shirt, pulling his head down so they were nose to nose. This forced Jack to sit awkwardly on the bed, one leg under him and the other draped over the side.
"Did you touch yourself, Jack?" The breathy words zipped straight to his cock. "Did you watch them? Did you want it to be you?" Jack nodded slowly, unable to stop himself. "You wanted it to be you who was fucking Sam? Or was it Teal'c you wanted, Jack? Was it Teal'c you wanted touching you?"
Jack's mouth was so dry he had trouble forming the word, but he couldn't help answering. "Both," he whispered softly, unable to stop the confession.
"And me, Jack? Do you want me touch you?"
"Yes." They were so close that Jack could actually taste Daniel's words, breath ghosted over parted lips. Daniel was the master of words, able to use them like weapons. Jack had never considered the flip side of that, arousal with a few carefully chosen phrases.
"What else, Jack? What else do you want?" Daniel still gripped Jack's shirt with one hand. The other was sliding around the hem of it, teasing him with the prospect that it might, just might, slide up under it.
Jack licked his lips. He tried to speak, found himself unable to.
"Do you want me to taste you? To take you into my mouth and suck you dry, suck you until I can taste your come first-hand? Or do you want to taste me? Do you want to know how I taste?" Jack nodded dumbly, still unable to look away from Daniel's eyes.
"What else, Jack? Do you want to fuck me? Of course you do. That's who you are, after all, the man on top. But what if I told you that *I* am going to fuck *you*? What if I told you that I intend to ream you out, to ride you till you are ragged? And that you will beg me not to stop? What about that?"
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The first part of this can be found here. with parts two and three the next two entries in the journal. No, never got more than part three put up, though more is stored on the hard drive... somewhere. I got bogged down in details and then found SGA.
The SGA WIP is "Through the Glass" and I haven't gotten to the good stuff on that one. It can be found beginning here.
Now, feel free to kick my backside as needed to finish any of these! Nudge, poke, prod, beg... whatever it takes! Most stop because I need an idea, some inspiration so feel free to make suggestions on how to proceed.
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Innoculation
"The girls always giggled about doing it and some of the girls at the brothel didn't seem to mind it, but I was scared. My first time shouldn't be like that, Jin, it shouldn't!" She started to cry into his shoulder again. What could he say? She was right, the first time should be pleasurable.
He tightened his arms around her, rocking back and forth a little and resting his cheek against her dark hair. Her first time though? When she had posed for the sunflower picture, Mugen and he had assumed she had done more with the artist than pose. She had certainly seemed enamored with the guy.
"I just… maybe I wouldn't be so scared… I mean… If you were to show me…"
He thought he knew what she was asking him. Jin had never allowed himself to consider it before. Honor kept him from making advances to someone under his protection. but since she was asking him….
"Fuu, are you certain?"
She lifted her head and looked steadily into his eyes, then nodded firmly.
With that affirmation, he gave her a small smile and said, "I would be honored." A hand on each side of her face held her still. She seemed caught in his gaze anyway as he brushed his thumbs against her cheekbones, slid the backs of his fingers down her jawline and lowered his head. As he pressed his lips against hers, she squeaked and stiffened slightly in his arms. For a few seconds, she didn't move. Slowly, he pressed gently against her mouth, brushing it softly with his own. She began to relax, even to press back. When she opened her mouth slightly for breath, he slid his tongue inside.
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This is from my favorite anime fandom, Samurai Champloo. I love the three main characters, all for different reasons. In this one, Jinn thinks he knows what Fuu has asked him to do. Set right after Jinn and Mugen rescue her from the brothel she was kidnapped and taken to.
Next up,
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Monday
Another damp kiss to the thigh and Rodney sat back on his knees. His mouth was smug but his eyes darted up Ronon’s body and didn’t quite make it to his face. It took one tug to pull his lover on top of him and kiss him thoroughly, still cradled between his legs, full penis nestled against his own flaccid one.
“Lube is in the drawer,” Ronon stroked from flank to shoulder as he said it, offering.
“You’d… You’d let me do that?” There was surprise in his eyes, but the pupils widened with heat.
“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” And he let his knees fall out to the sides and pushed up with his hips.
The scramble for the lube and the eagerness Rodney showed as he applied it brought a smile to Ronon’s face. By the time his lover prepared him and eased inside, Ronon was half-hard again. They kissed as Rodney thrust smoothly -- long, wet, deep kisses that carried them through and over until they lay panting and sated.
Ronon lifted the bandaged hand and kissed the wrist. “You should get this looked at.”
Rodney’s mouth curved down and he opened it to argue.
“Please.” Ronon knew he was playing on his newfound closeness to the man, but in truth he wasn’t sure it would work.
“You fixed it. It’s, uh, fine.”
“Bandage is dirty.” He pointed out, reasonably. It was, the gauze spotted with lube and limp with sweat. “Besides, you need to wash.”
With a rueful look down their bodies, Rodney agreed and rolled off the bed. “Fine. Um, I could use help. Injured man here.” His expression was hopeful and he raised the burned hand as if to offer proof.
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Tuesday
Something was weird about the village, but Ronon couldn't place it. Instinct told him that there was something off-kilter about it and he had learned to trust that instinct. The people seemed friendly enough. Oh, there was the odd weapon here and there, but going unarmed was insane when the Wraith could cull your village at any time. The women did not act cowed or beaten like you saw on some worlds, though few smiled.
Huh, that was part of it. There were few smiles anywhere and the children… there were few to be seen, none very young. No babies, none crawling or toddling. Ronon began to understand the unhappiness that seemed to hang over the village.
Sheppard and Teyla were talking with the villagers, trying to make conversation. It was all about the weather and the crops, not anything useful like how long since the Wraith had come. Rodney was still sniffing the bowl in his hands, trying to decide if he should eat the food inside and a somber woman was handed Ronon a bowl as well.
“Where are the children?” Ronon had figured out a long time ago, the best way to find something out was to be direct. Even if you didn’t get a straight answer, you’d get some sort of information.
His question silenced everyone at the table. The woman sitting to Teyla’s right answered.
“Fewer are born every year. Our people came to this planet many years ago. We fled our homeworld when disaster struck - great rocks that fell from the sky. The sun went dark and nothing would grow. We came to this world after visiting several others and thought we’d been blessed.” The woman’s voice had the cadence of a storyteller. Her next words were tinged with sorrow. “Instead, it seems we have been cursed. Our parents had many children, but as the years go by, our numbers grow less. It has been many years since any family has grown and our people grow fewer.”
Ronon had no idea what to say to that. Without children, there is no hope for these people. With no hope, you might as well bare your chest to the Wraith.
“Rodney, do you…” Sheppard started to say.
“No, I do not know why this would happen! I’m a genius, not omnipotent! This isn’t my area, it’s Cars… it’s medical or something. Get Kepple to work on it! Oughta be worth some grain or something, right? If we can figure this out?”
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You might be able to tell by the names, these are the second and third installments of the series started by Sunday's Child (found in SGA archives and elsewhere in my journal). Monday can probably be considered finished, but unbeta'd. I'm not happy with the ending though and as it leads straight to Tuesday, I want the two to flow together.
I wrote Sunday as my entry in the Ronon ficathon. I started Tuesday as a pinchhit for the same one but had to write Monday to bridge the two. When I stalled on Tuesday, I started the next item on the list for the pinchhit, trying to give the poor person her second choice in prompts.
Due to the death of my son, I took a hiatus of more than a month from real writing. I'll be working on this one in the coming week. I haven't forgotten you!
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OT4 (no real title yet)
Ronon ignored McKay's gawking and pressed a kiss into Teyla's hip. He lapped at the soft skin there as his hands moved the cloth further down her legs. The scent of her wiry curls enticed him and he ghosted his mouth toward it, tasting and teasing as he went. Her breathing fluttered and caught as he went.
Her legs fell open and she bent her knees to give him access. Her inner thigh tasted slightly of sweat and cloth, when he kissed it, the skin hot on his lips. McKay shifted next to them, raspy panting loud in the small hut.
"Rodney...” Teyla moved and Ronon looked up in time to see her pull the other man into a gentle kiss. He watched as she coaxed McKay to open his mouth, as he resisted though his face showed the longing he felt, as he gave suddenly and began to ravish her mouth.
Ronon turned his attention back to what lay before him. He parted the curls and the hair with his thumbs, lowered his mouth and began. She had already been excited when she woke, now she vibrated under his mouth, sweet and heady juices flowing across his tongue and lips. He looked up to see McKay nibbling his way down her neck to her breasts, hand already there caressing the nipples to hard nubs.
She whispered something, Ronon couldn't hear what, but McKay began fumbling at his belt, unfastening his pants. The other was naked quickly and the Satedan hummed his appreciation. Without the uniform the man was sleeker, less bulky than he'd appeared. Sparse hair scattered across his chest and down his stomach to frame a weeping erection.
A predator at heart, Ronon saw the uncertainty in McKay's face, saw the vulnerability he was failing to hide, and wanted the man. He wanted to replace the flickering fear in the eyes with a glaze of passion, to change the hesitant desire to wanton need. He wanted the man to come undone beneath him, to own him, before the end of the night.
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Okay, I haven't figured out how to get Shep into the mix yet. Perhaps my IRC crew will help me out after the TimeSmoosh(tm)?
Regardless, I will finish this. I always keep my promises.
Let's see... two other WIPs of note (thanks to ADHD I tend to have several projects going at once).
One is SG1 and the other SGA.
The SG1 fic is intended to be OT4 though I didn't quite manage to get them all going at the same time. The exerpt is here.
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As he leaned over to pass the pills, Daniel looked up at him, nostrils flaring. He glanced over his shoulder at the two people behind him and sniffed deeply, then looked back at Jack, eyebrows raised.
"What?" Jack asked in his best innocent voice. It didn't fool his friend for a minute.
"Insomnia, huh? The room reeks of sex, Jack. Am I the only one who didn't get lucky tonight?"
"Well, I won't speak for them, but I was over here with you, remember?" Jack deliberately didn't meet the blue eyes.
Daniel grabbed Jack's right hand, pills still cupped in the palm and sniffed it. "Didn't stop you did it?" Jack's eyes snapped up and they stared at each other. Without dropping his gaze, Daniel lifted the hand to his mouth and flicked his tongue into the crease of the thumb, tasting traces of bitterness and salt.
Jack's breath caught and he couldn't believe what he saw in Daniel's eyes. The two of them were close friends, but he had never dared to hope to have that expression pinned on him. It was predatory and piercing and Jack felt his dick jump in reaction. Daniel's tongue slid to the end of the thumb, circling it and then sucked the digit into his mouth. Jack couldn't tear his eyes away from that clear blue gaze. His thumb was released and that talented tongue lapped up the pain medicine, barely scraping the sensitive skin of his palm.
"Daniel…" the name escaped his lips before he could stop it. He was powerless here and knew it, knew that he was not in control of this situation, hadn't been since the first little sound had woken him earlier. He wasn't used to the feeling, had never enjoyed it before. So why was there a flicker of desire at the thought?
The water glass was taken from his nerveless fingers and Daniel filled his mouth with the fluid and tipped his head back to wash the pills down. He handed the glass back to Jack, who set it safely on the table before turning back to look down nervously at his friend.
Daniel grabbed the front of Jack's shirt, pulling his head down so they were nose to nose. This forced Jack to sit awkwardly on the bed, one leg under him and the other draped over the side.
"Did you touch yourself, Jack?" The breathy words zipped straight to his cock. "Did you watch them? Did you want it to be you?" Jack nodded slowly, unable to stop himself. "You wanted it to be you who was fucking Sam? Or was it Teal'c you wanted, Jack? Was it Teal'c you wanted touching you?"
Jack's mouth was so dry he had trouble forming the word, but he couldn't help answering. "Both," he whispered softly, unable to stop the confession.
"And me, Jack? Do you want me touch you?"
"Yes." They were so close that Jack could actually taste Daniel's words, breath ghosted over parted lips. Daniel was the master of words, able to use them like weapons. Jack had never considered the flip side of that, arousal with a few carefully chosen phrases.
"What else, Jack? What else do you want?" Daniel still gripped Jack's shirt with one hand. The other was sliding around the hem of it, teasing him with the prospect that it might, just might, slide up under it.
Jack licked his lips. He tried to speak, found himself unable to.
"Do you want me to taste you? To take you into my mouth and suck you dry, suck you until I can taste your come first-hand? Or do you want to taste me? Do you want to know how I taste?" Jack nodded dumbly, still unable to look away from Daniel's eyes.
"What else, Jack? Do you want to fuck me? Of course you do. That's who you are, after all, the man on top. But what if I told you that *I* am going to fuck *you*? What if I told you that I intend to ream you out, to ride you till you are ragged? And that you will beg me not to stop? What about that?"
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The first part of this can be found here. with parts two and three the next two entries in the journal. No, never got more than part three put up, though more is stored on the hard drive... somewhere. I got bogged down in details and then found SGA.
The SGA WIP is "Through the Glass" and I haven't gotten to the good stuff on that one. It can be found beginning here.
Now, feel free to kick my backside as needed to finish any of these! Nudge, poke, prod, beg... whatever it takes! Most stop because I need an idea, some inspiration so feel free to make suggestions on how to proceed.