[fic] dollhouse, alpha/echo; fringe, charlie/olivia; lost, claire/jack
I actually wrote three teen tiny fics for the one-sentence smut-a-thon! [Go play!] Now, whether or not these are actually sentences and not run-ons [or actually smut] is another story altogether!
a place called home; r
dollhouse, alpha/echo; 56
for toestastegood; prompt--barefoot
Alpha listens to the the sound of her moving around his quarters, Echo's bare feet padding softly around the room like she's at home -- like she belongs here, belongs with him; it makes him hard just to think of it and he reaches out, grabs her by the wrist, "Come back to bed," he says.
reprise; pg13
fringe, charlie/olivia; 56
for gigglemonster; prompt--torch
Charlie saves her -- not her Charlie, no, but a Charlie very much like him; they torch their blood-soaked clothes outside the remote cabin and Charlie throws his phone into the fire, lets Olivia hold his hand, takes her to bed -- he's not her Charlie, no, but he is a Charlie very much like him.
road to nowhere; r
lost, claire/jack; 104
for gigglemonster; prompt--flood
Every time he puts his hands on her, Claire thinks of the day she'll finally leave: Jack's thumbs trace along the side of her breasts and she imagines a long dark highway stretching behind closed lids; his tongue slides against the roof of her mouth, and she keens, "I'm going now," the words unspoken; his lips graze the skin behind her ear and Claire can see a life without him; but when Jack presses inside her, her nails marking the skin of his neck and back, his name on her lips, her voice flooding the room, Claire knows that she won't ever say goodbye.
a place called home; r
dollhouse, alpha/echo; 56
for toestastegood; prompt--barefoot
Alpha listens to the the sound of her moving around his quarters, Echo's bare feet padding softly around the room like she's at home -- like she belongs here, belongs with him; it makes him hard just to think of it and he reaches out, grabs her by the wrist, "Come back to bed," he says.
reprise; pg13
fringe, charlie/olivia; 56
for gigglemonster; prompt--torch
Charlie saves her -- not her Charlie, no, but a Charlie very much like him; they torch their blood-soaked clothes outside the remote cabin and Charlie throws his phone into the fire, lets Olivia hold his hand, takes her to bed -- he's not her Charlie, no, but he is a Charlie very much like him.
road to nowhere; r
lost, claire/jack; 104
for gigglemonster; prompt--flood
Every time he puts his hands on her, Claire thinks of the day she'll finally leave: Jack's thumbs trace along the side of her breasts and she imagines a long dark highway stretching behind closed lids; his tongue slides against the roof of her mouth, and she keens, "I'm going now," the words unspoken; his lips graze the skin behind her ear and Claire can see a life without him; but when Jack presses inside her, her nails marking the skin of his neck and back, his name on her lips, her voice flooding the room, Claire knows that she won't ever say goodbye.