Sorry for the delay; non-functioning internet for most of the day prevented me from getting these posted. Below are the prompts. Please submit your drabble as a reply to this entry.
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Not even pretending to ponder Liz's request, his hand keeps right on cupping her breast under her shirt. "Yes, we most certainly should," he mumbles against her lips.
Her palms press against his chest, pushing him away. "No, it's too soon."
"Lemon, I've been in love with you for what seems like eons. You're in love with me, too. How is this too soon?" Moving closer to her again, he runs his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. “The way you’ve been kissing me the past ten minutes certainly wouldn’t --”
"Jesus, Jack!" She shoves his hand away, bolts off the couch. "I'm not ready to do this. To do you. Okay ( ... )
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She's okay with this. Truth be told, she didn't like How Stella Got Her Groove Back (for a while, she felt like she'd let Oprah down) and, while she misses spending time in the sun wearing her socks, there's something to be said about the relaxation powers of Jack's mouth on her neck as his hand travels over her stomach. He pulls her closer so her back is pressed against his chest; cups her breast, his palm rubbing against her hardening nipple. Liz turns her head to kiss him, but he leans in and covers her mouth with his own before she can initiate it. She moans softly and while, yeah, she's totally okay with this, she does find something unsettling about the relative quiet in the moments when they're not talking or having sex ( ... )
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One day Liz asks Jack, “Is it true they keep Walt Disney’s head in a vault under Cinderella Castle?”
Jack scoffs. “Lemon, please. I’m sure it’s a waste of time to tell this to a woman who watches Rachel Maddow, but you can’t believe everything you hear. Mr. Disney’s head is preserved in a cooler disguised as a treasure chest on ‘Pirates of the Caribbean.’”
Liz almost attempts an Elaine Benes-style, “Get out!” She gapes at Jack and says, “I rode on that thing! You mean I was floating past a corpse ( ... )
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