Fic
Here's some smut. (I thought it was time for some.)
Title: In Which the Tension is Resolved.
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Izzie/Callie
Summary: Pretty much angsty Izzie/Callie smut with no real plot. Set season 3 when George and Callie are still married.
It all happens because of a conversation with George.
Izzie’s sitting with him watching a transplant and because they’re best friends, not strangers, they talk and pretty soon they’re joking and teasing and Izzie reaches over to shove him playfully and he looks at her with an expression that makes her stop laughing.
Then things get awkward and so Izzie excuses herself and leaves and when she gets to the door she finds Callie leaning on it, arms crossed and Izzie can tell by her expression that she’s seen the whole thing.
George has noticed nothing and Callie glances at him before seizing Izzie’s arm and dragging her into an empty patient’s room and locking the door behind them. She corners Izzie and advances upon her and Izzie’s pretty sure she’s about to be screamed at or even punched (but she’s not too worried because Callie’s just a rich kid and Izzie? Izzie grew up in a trailer park).
She’s not prepared for Callie’s lips to collide with her own in a bruising kiss. It’s unexpected but it’s good and she’s relieved to finally be doing something about all of this tension between them. So she finds herself responding, tongue sliding into Callie’s mouth and hands entwining in the dark hair.
And then she’s flipping Callie around so she’s pressed between Izzie and the wall, helping Callie out of her scrub top, hands groping for the clasp of Callie’s bra and her mouth never leaves the other woman’s skin, kissing down her neck and collarbone and finally moving down to take advantage of the pair of breasts before her as she finds the catch and flicks it open. Callie arches into her touch and as Izzie’s tongues swirls out she gasps in a way that Izzie can’t help but find incredibly hot.
“Fuck,” Callie pants, and she squirms under Izzie’s touch as her fingers slide lower, grazing the top of her scrubs pants and pulling away again.
“Fuck, Izzie,” Callie says again, and pulls her hands away from Izzie’s ass to push down her own scrubs and panties until she’s pretty much naked and pushed against the wall. And Izzie smirks, stilling her hands and her mouth and Callie looks at her and almost keens and it’s so incredibly sexy that Izzie can’t help sliding her fingers down to touch Callie instead of teasing her like she’d intended to.
Callie moans as Izzie rubs a thumb over her clit and Izzie kisses her way down Callie’s body until her fingers are buried inside of Callie and her thumb is replaced by her mouth. The hiss Callie lets go of when Izzie’s tongue flicks over her clit makes Izzie squirm and she slides her other hand down the front of her scrubs pants, pushing aside her panties and rubbing warm fingers over herself.
Callie’s gasping and moaning and it’s making Izzie so hot she’s sure she can’t hold out much longer. Then her fingers curl into Callie and she arches sharply back and Izzie presses her lips to Callie’s as they come together, muffling the noises they each make.
They stand in silence for a few moments, still pressed together as they come down. Then Callie pulls away without meeting Izzie’s eyes and turns to dress herself. Izzie watches, admiring Callie’s body and when the other woman turns to leave, she recovers her breath enough to ask, “why?”
Callie looks at her for a minute.
“Because I had to see what George saw in you.”
Izzie nods quietly as Callie leaves the room, still pulling her messy hair into place. She’s got to do something about this because seriously? If she goes on like this, sleeping with inappropriate people, she’s going to turn right into Meredith and she doesn’t think anyone could handle that.
She’ll stop soon. She will. Seriously.
Title: Crocodile Tears
Fandom: House
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cameron/Cuddy
Summary: Cuddy's so easy to manipulate. Set somewhere around season 1 or 2.
Cuddy’s easy to understand. It’s easy to see that she loves to solve problems. It’s easy to see that she loves to be seen as a maternal figure. It’s easy to see that she would do anything to maintain that image.
And she’s so easy to manipulate.
“He died,” Cameron mumbles, eyes downcast, and Cuddy takes her into her arms.
“We tried so hard,” she sighs, letting her eyes fill and Cuddy strokes her hair.
“We didn’t save him,” she whispers, allowing a few tears to leak down her cheeks, and Cuddy kisses the tears away.
“I should have tried harder,” she sniffs, raising a hand to wipe away a few more tears, and Cuddy kisses her lightly on the lips.
“It was my fault,” she chokes, giving a sob, knowing she’ll hit the jackpot and then Cuddy’s hands are everywhere, soothing and petting, stroking and caressing, making Cameron moan and cry out in delicious satisfaction.
When it’s over Cameron makes sure her face is appropriately downcast for the situation. She smiles prettily at Cuddy and ensures the older woman believes that Cameron feels something too. When she’s left the office, she allows herself the satisfied smile that has been tugging at her lips from the very beginning, when Cuddy acted just as she knew she would. All trace of the tears is gone and Cameron’s mind is already on other things - the new receptionist working at the desk for instance.
She’ll be back in Cuddy’s office soon. After all, it’s just so easy.
Title: Decisions, Decisions
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17 at a stretch.
Pairing: Nine/Jack/Rose
Warnings: Kind of PWPish.
Summary: Rose doesn’t think she’s ever been faced with a more terrifying choice.
Rose doesn’t think she’s ever been faced with a more terrifying choice.
She’s sitting in a cell, yet again, having been chased and caught by aliens, and she’s got to make a decision that could end in the loss of everything she has. She looks around carefully, terrified of making the wrong decision. She knows how important this is.
“Come on Rose,” Jack says. “Make your choice.”
“Um,” Rose says desperately. “Can I have some more time?”
“No,” the Doctor says, sounding annoyed. “It’s important. And don’t take all bloody day about it. Now hurry up. Which of us would you shag?”
Rose swallows and looks at the two of them. On the one hand, the charming American captain from the future, definitely something to write home about. On the other, the jealous, brooding, leather-clad Doctor with his big ears and odd allure. Both of them fancy her. And Rose has never been good at picking between two things she really wants.
She tries though, really, weighing up their various merits and flaws. The question is, however, not which one she would shag, but which one she wants more. She looks between them again and she knows her answer.
“Both.”
There’s a silence and then Jack stands up, shrugging off his jacket and reaching out to undo the Doctor’s belt.
“Well, come on then,” he says. “What are we waiting for?”
It’s important, the Doctor assures them, somewhat breathily, as Rose takes off her bra, that they look like this isn’t a contrived situation. The aliens might be inclined to let them go if they put on a really good show. So it’s important, the Doctor reiterates as he breaks away from Rose’s lips, letting Jack run his tongue over his neck, pausing every now and then to nip, that they look like they’re having fun.
“Doctor,” Rose gasps, barely looking up from where her tongue is doing extraordinary things between his legs, “shut up.”
“But don’t forget we’ve got to look like we’re -,”
“Doctor,” Jack says, his hands still running over Rose’s breasts, his mouth dangerously low down on Rose’s body.
“I really don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
Title: In Which the Tension is Resolved.
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Izzie/Callie
Summary: Pretty much angsty Izzie/Callie smut with no real plot. Set season 3 when George and Callie are still married.
It all happens because of a conversation with George.
Izzie’s sitting with him watching a transplant and because they’re best friends, not strangers, they talk and pretty soon they’re joking and teasing and Izzie reaches over to shove him playfully and he looks at her with an expression that makes her stop laughing.
Then things get awkward and so Izzie excuses herself and leaves and when she gets to the door she finds Callie leaning on it, arms crossed and Izzie can tell by her expression that she’s seen the whole thing.
George has noticed nothing and Callie glances at him before seizing Izzie’s arm and dragging her into an empty patient’s room and locking the door behind them. She corners Izzie and advances upon her and Izzie’s pretty sure she’s about to be screamed at or even punched (but she’s not too worried because Callie’s just a rich kid and Izzie? Izzie grew up in a trailer park).
She’s not prepared for Callie’s lips to collide with her own in a bruising kiss. It’s unexpected but it’s good and she’s relieved to finally be doing something about all of this tension between them. So she finds herself responding, tongue sliding into Callie’s mouth and hands entwining in the dark hair.
And then she’s flipping Callie around so she’s pressed between Izzie and the wall, helping Callie out of her scrub top, hands groping for the clasp of Callie’s bra and her mouth never leaves the other woman’s skin, kissing down her neck and collarbone and finally moving down to take advantage of the pair of breasts before her as she finds the catch and flicks it open. Callie arches into her touch and as Izzie’s tongues swirls out she gasps in a way that Izzie can’t help but find incredibly hot.
“Fuck,” Callie pants, and she squirms under Izzie’s touch as her fingers slide lower, grazing the top of her scrubs pants and pulling away again.
“Fuck, Izzie,” Callie says again, and pulls her hands away from Izzie’s ass to push down her own scrubs and panties until she’s pretty much naked and pushed against the wall. And Izzie smirks, stilling her hands and her mouth and Callie looks at her and almost keens and it’s so incredibly sexy that Izzie can’t help sliding her fingers down to touch Callie instead of teasing her like she’d intended to.
Callie moans as Izzie rubs a thumb over her clit and Izzie kisses her way down Callie’s body until her fingers are buried inside of Callie and her thumb is replaced by her mouth. The hiss Callie lets go of when Izzie’s tongue flicks over her clit makes Izzie squirm and she slides her other hand down the front of her scrubs pants, pushing aside her panties and rubbing warm fingers over herself.
Callie’s gasping and moaning and it’s making Izzie so hot she’s sure she can’t hold out much longer. Then her fingers curl into Callie and she arches sharply back and Izzie presses her lips to Callie’s as they come together, muffling the noises they each make.
They stand in silence for a few moments, still pressed together as they come down. Then Callie pulls away without meeting Izzie’s eyes and turns to dress herself. Izzie watches, admiring Callie’s body and when the other woman turns to leave, she recovers her breath enough to ask, “why?”
Callie looks at her for a minute.
“Because I had to see what George saw in you.”
Izzie nods quietly as Callie leaves the room, still pulling her messy hair into place. She’s got to do something about this because seriously? If she goes on like this, sleeping with inappropriate people, she’s going to turn right into Meredith and she doesn’t think anyone could handle that.
She’ll stop soon. She will. Seriously.
Title: Crocodile Tears
Fandom: House
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cameron/Cuddy
Summary: Cuddy's so easy to manipulate. Set somewhere around season 1 or 2.
Cuddy’s easy to understand. It’s easy to see that she loves to solve problems. It’s easy to see that she loves to be seen as a maternal figure. It’s easy to see that she would do anything to maintain that image.
And she’s so easy to manipulate.
“He died,” Cameron mumbles, eyes downcast, and Cuddy takes her into her arms.
“We tried so hard,” she sighs, letting her eyes fill and Cuddy strokes her hair.
“We didn’t save him,” she whispers, allowing a few tears to leak down her cheeks, and Cuddy kisses the tears away.
“I should have tried harder,” she sniffs, raising a hand to wipe away a few more tears, and Cuddy kisses her lightly on the lips.
“It was my fault,” she chokes, giving a sob, knowing she’ll hit the jackpot and then Cuddy’s hands are everywhere, soothing and petting, stroking and caressing, making Cameron moan and cry out in delicious satisfaction.
When it’s over Cameron makes sure her face is appropriately downcast for the situation. She smiles prettily at Cuddy and ensures the older woman believes that Cameron feels something too. When she’s left the office, she allows herself the satisfied smile that has been tugging at her lips from the very beginning, when Cuddy acted just as she knew she would. All trace of the tears is gone and Cameron’s mind is already on other things - the new receptionist working at the desk for instance.
She’ll be back in Cuddy’s office soon. After all, it’s just so easy.
Title: Decisions, Decisions
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17 at a stretch.
Pairing: Nine/Jack/Rose
Warnings: Kind of PWPish.
Summary: Rose doesn’t think she’s ever been faced with a more terrifying choice.
Rose doesn’t think she’s ever been faced with a more terrifying choice.
She’s sitting in a cell, yet again, having been chased and caught by aliens, and she’s got to make a decision that could end in the loss of everything she has. She looks around carefully, terrified of making the wrong decision. She knows how important this is.
“Come on Rose,” Jack says. “Make your choice.”
“Um,” Rose says desperately. “Can I have some more time?”
“No,” the Doctor says, sounding annoyed. “It’s important. And don’t take all bloody day about it. Now hurry up. Which of us would you shag?”
Rose swallows and looks at the two of them. On the one hand, the charming American captain from the future, definitely something to write home about. On the other, the jealous, brooding, leather-clad Doctor with his big ears and odd allure. Both of them fancy her. And Rose has never been good at picking between two things she really wants.
She tries though, really, weighing up their various merits and flaws. The question is, however, not which one she would shag, but which one she wants more. She looks between them again and she knows her answer.
“Both.”
There’s a silence and then Jack stands up, shrugging off his jacket and reaching out to undo the Doctor’s belt.
“Well, come on then,” he says. “What are we waiting for?”
It’s important, the Doctor assures them, somewhat breathily, as Rose takes off her bra, that they look like this isn’t a contrived situation. The aliens might be inclined to let them go if they put on a really good show. So it’s important, the Doctor reiterates as he breaks away from Rose’s lips, letting Jack run his tongue over his neck, pausing every now and then to nip, that they look like they’re having fun.
“Doctor,” Rose gasps, barely looking up from where her tongue is doing extraordinary things between his legs, “shut up.”
“But don’t forget we’ve got to look like we’re -,”
“Doctor,” Jack says, his hands still running over Rose’s breasts, his mouth dangerously low down on Rose’s body.
“I really don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”