Five Things
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kiwiana posted this:
So, I commented, because I'm kind of curious as to what people think. And she responded with:
Tattoos: My absolute favorite form of self-expression. I love mine, and I love seeing whatever other people have (and especially hearing the stories behind them). They're beautiful, and unique, and yeah . . . I guess my kink for them isn't really a shock, right?
Talent: It's a weird thing, because if you have it and admit it, you sound arrogant. If you have it and you don't admit it, you sound either fake or insecure. *shrugs* I have it, but you probably won't ever hear me talk about it outside of this post.
Passion: In order -
1.) Music - Listening to it, making it, living and breathing it.
2.) People - Family, friends, anybody else that fits into the human category.
3.) Writing - Telling stories that have either never been told before, or just telling them in a way that hasn't been done to death.
Slash: Liberating. I used to kick against it, because it was expected from the bi girl. I gave in, though, and found a whole level of freedom I didn't even know existed in my writing.
Insanity: What I write, what I love, what I'm inexplicably drawn to, and what I will probably be committed for someday. What can I say? I'm a crazy bitch. ;)
So there it is.
And here's the challenge. I'm working on a new fic called Just Talk (Sometimes a Little Dirty) to Me, but it's coming a little slower than some of my other stories do.
In the meantime, I kind of want to challenge myself in a new way. So comment with a one-word prompt, and I will give you a ficlet of 1000 words or less.
kiwiana posted this: Leave a comment saying, "COMMENT" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.
So, I commented, because I'm kind of curious as to what people think. And she responded with:
Tattoos: My absolute favorite form of self-expression. I love mine, and I love seeing whatever other people have (and especially hearing the stories behind them). They're beautiful, and unique, and yeah . . . I guess my kink for them isn't really a shock, right?
Talent: It's a weird thing, because if you have it and admit it, you sound arrogant. If you have it and you don't admit it, you sound either fake or insecure. *shrugs* I have it, but you probably won't ever hear me talk about it outside of this post.
Passion: In order -
1.) Music - Listening to it, making it, living and breathing it.
2.) People - Family, friends, anybody else that fits into the human category.
3.) Writing - Telling stories that have either never been told before, or just telling them in a way that hasn't been done to death.
Slash: Liberating. I used to kick against it, because it was expected from the bi girl. I gave in, though, and found a whole level of freedom I didn't even know existed in my writing.
Insanity: What I write, what I love, what I'm inexplicably drawn to, and what I will probably be committed for someday. What can I say? I'm a crazy bitch. ;)
So there it is.
And here's the challenge. I'm working on a new fic called Just Talk (Sometimes a Little Dirty) to Me, but it's coming a little slower than some of my other stories do.
In the meantime, I kind of want to challenge myself in a new way. So comment with a one-word prompt, and I will give you a ficlet of 1000 words or less.
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Date: 2010-03-06 04:43 pm (UTC)Uh, the word is thunder.
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Date: 2010-03-06 05:13 pm (UTC)Thunder
Date: 2010-03-07 07:09 pm (UTC)Jensen's been with guys before, some of them extraordinarily kinky, but never anyone who loves this as much as Jared does.
He's not sure how many times it happened before he clued in to just what was going on, but now that Jensen knows, he's never been happier to live in Vancouver for nine months out of the year. With the exception of a few dry, summer months, it rains like crazy here. And rain, in Jensen's opinion, is about the best form of precipitation there is.
It's early afternoon, the muted gray light outside seeping in under the heavy shades on the bedroom window. Night shoots are the standard, and falling into each other, exhausted, around noon isn't uncommon. They should both be sound asleep, but the dogs have been whining around the halls since they got home. Like they know what's coming, and they know to stay away.
It starts with the light patter of drops against the window pane and Jensen smiles when he feels Jared's fingers crawling over his hip. His thumb circles lightly over the skin there, and he breathes a contended sigh into the base of Jensen's neck. He's not asleep, Jensen knows, but he's close. Another five minutes, and he would have missed this all together.
The rain picks up speed, beating out an angry rhythm and Jared's hand drifts below the waistband of the shorts Jensen is wearing, palming lazily over his cock while his lips and tongue paint abstract designs around the top of his spine. It's dizzying, and Jensen covers Jared's hand with his own just to feel grounded somehow.
Sometimes the thunder comes first, but it's better when it rumbles in the distance, under the steady symphony of rain. That's when Jared pulls Jensen's shorts down and aligns their hips, his cock hard and heavy against Jensen's ass.
Jensen's never asked the origins of this particular habit, and Jared's never offered the information up. The truth is, he doesn't care where it comes from, as long as it never stops.
It's pouring now, and Jensen's pretty sure that Jared sleeps with lube under his pillow, because it's somehow always there in a snap if he needs it. As the first traces of lightning tear through the sky, Jensen's too distracted by the burst of white stars behind his eyelids at the simultaneous sensation of Jared's slick fingers slipping into him and his huge hand squeezing and pumping Jensen's cock.
Jared's growl against the back of his neck echo's the thunder rolling in, closer and closer as Jared adds another finger, and then another, stretching Jensen and nearly sending him over the edge.
“Don't you come yet,” he whispers gruffly against Jensen's jaw when he pulls his fingers away.
He really wants to tell Jared to stop waiting and do something about it. Wants to tell him that this whole 'choreographed with the rain' thing is ridiculous. He would, if he could catch his breath, and if the thunder didn't crack so hard outside the window that the glass rattles. Instead, Jensen yelps in a fashion far less-manly than he wants to admit, and pushes back onto Jared's cock.
This particular storm is louder than the last few they've experienced, and Jensen thinks he might limp tomorrow from the power of the thrusts that Jared matches to the intensity of the weather. Not that he's complaining. Kink or not, he's not objecting to being fucked hard on occasion. As many occasions as Jared would like.
The sound begins to recede, rolling back to wherever it came from, and Jared flexes his fingers and angles his hips perfectly, sending Jensen over the ledge he's been so precariously perched on until now.
By the time Jared follows him, and their breathing returns to normal, the tapping of the drops against the window are fading into stillness. He smiles as Jared's fingers creep lazily back up his stomach and his hand rests on Jensen's hip. With Jared's soft snore at his neck, Jensen casts one last look at the window to see yellow rays streaking the gray light as it fights its way into their room, and then lets his eyes drift closed.
The weather report calls for scattered thunderstorms throughout the day and into the night. He's going to need his rest.
Re: Thunder
Date: 2010-03-07 11:15 pm (UTC)This was great! I love the description of the storm - and yay for inspiring PWP!! :D
Re: Thunder
Date: 2010-03-08 03:53 am (UTC)Re: Thunder
Date: 2010-03-10 03:08 am (UTC)Re: Thunder
Date: 2010-03-10 12:48 pm (UTC)