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- Dumbledore be gay = fandom be wanky?
- With reactions like this CAPS LOCK RAGE AT [CSI SPOILER], I'm sure fandom is in for a smooth time. Oh yeah.
- Pray for the scriptwriters, apparently- whaaa....?
In the news:
- Howard be gone-gone?
- Lifetime supply of beer offered for return of stolen laptop.
- Oslo's water might be bad.
In me writing:
Untitled Doctor/Rose fic with some weirdness:
It is a house.
Blue, wooden, curtains visible through glass, grass tracing a garden. A house. It's only the sky that is nothing. Not darkness. Darkness is something. This is just void. House in a void, and Rose and the Doctor, hand in hand, watching.
"You wanted a house," he says, looking down at her, a lock of hair falling across his forehead. She can't read his face, but his eyes are full of stars.
"Yes," she agrees, because she did. Of sorts. "Is it bigger on the inside?"
"You know me."
Does she, she wonders, and when he leans down and kisses her, she's pretty sure she doesn't. Not this Doctor. Not devoid of fear and restraint and seemingly so full of, well, tongue right now.
"I'm dead?" she asks against his lips, feeling his breath warm against skin. It doesn't feel like dead, but she doesn't really have previous experience to compare it too.
"No," he says firmly, relief in his voice. "I just lost you."
"So what am I doing here with you?"
He grins, and it's a little mad, but then, she's always known he is. "Moving in."
Untitled Grissom/Sara fic:
Let's talk about simple.
Sara Sidle met Gil Grissom. It was a sunny, bright day in San Fransisco, catching her hair and filling his eyes. She asked; he answered. But that was only half what was said, the rest in shy smiles, awkward pauses, glances meeting and bodies moving.
He liked her. She liked him. She could tell he liked her. He couldn't tell she liked him. For all his brains and smarts, Gilbert Grissom was also an idiot.
That's all right. She'll come to like that too.
It wasn't love yet. Attraction is instant, love takes time. Or perhaps it was love's teaser, spoiling the main feature already. Sara Sidle, Gil Grissom and love.
That is simple.
Let's talk about complicated then.
Let's talk about asking a guy out.
An Adventure in Norway part four, Doctor/Rose:
It's dark when she finally hears the Doctor come in, and she rushes a little breathlessly into the hallway. He looks a bit distracted, snow clinging to his hair and his scarf half tucked into his jacket. But he's here and he's here and he's not taken from her.
"Rose," he says, and his voice holds a tone that seem to make something inside her vibrate. In a breath, he's got her pushed against a wall and the snow is falling into her face as he kisses her.
Something is wrong, she can tell.
Something is wrong, she should tell him.
Bad news can wait.
Sex doesn't have to.
*falls over and crawls to bed*
- Dumbledore be gay = fandom be wanky?
- With reactions like this CAPS LOCK RAGE AT [CSI SPOILER], I'm sure fandom is in for a smooth time. Oh yeah.
- Pray for the scriptwriters, apparently- whaaa....?
In the news:
- Howard be gone-gone?
- Lifetime supply of beer offered for return of stolen laptop.
- Oslo's water might be bad.
In me writing:
Untitled Doctor/Rose fic with some weirdness:
It is a house.
Blue, wooden, curtains visible through glass, grass tracing a garden. A house. It's only the sky that is nothing. Not darkness. Darkness is something. This is just void. House in a void, and Rose and the Doctor, hand in hand, watching.
"You wanted a house," he says, looking down at her, a lock of hair falling across his forehead. She can't read his face, but his eyes are full of stars.
"Yes," she agrees, because she did. Of sorts. "Is it bigger on the inside?"
"You know me."
Does she, she wonders, and when he leans down and kisses her, she's pretty sure she doesn't. Not this Doctor. Not devoid of fear and restraint and seemingly so full of, well, tongue right now.
"I'm dead?" she asks against his lips, feeling his breath warm against skin. It doesn't feel like dead, but she doesn't really have previous experience to compare it too.
"No," he says firmly, relief in his voice. "I just lost you."
"So what am I doing here with you?"
He grins, and it's a little mad, but then, she's always known he is. "Moving in."
Untitled Grissom/Sara fic:
Let's talk about simple.
Sara Sidle met Gil Grissom. It was a sunny, bright day in San Fransisco, catching her hair and filling his eyes. She asked; he answered. But that was only half what was said, the rest in shy smiles, awkward pauses, glances meeting and bodies moving.
He liked her. She liked him. She could tell he liked her. He couldn't tell she liked him. For all his brains and smarts, Gilbert Grissom was also an idiot.
That's all right. She'll come to like that too.
It wasn't love yet. Attraction is instant, love takes time. Or perhaps it was love's teaser, spoiling the main feature already. Sara Sidle, Gil Grissom and love.
That is simple.
Let's talk about complicated then.
Let's talk about asking a guy out.
An Adventure in Norway part four, Doctor/Rose:
It's dark when she finally hears the Doctor come in, and she rushes a little breathlessly into the hallway. He looks a bit distracted, snow clinging to his hair and his scarf half tucked into his jacket. But he's here and he's here and he's not taken from her.
"Rose," he says, and his voice holds a tone that seem to make something inside her vibrate. In a breath, he's got her pushed against a wall and the snow is falling into her face as he kisses her.
Something is wrong, she can tell.
Something is wrong, she should tell him.
Bad news can wait.
Sex doesn't have to.
*falls over and crawls to bed*
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Date: 2007-10-20 10:59 pm (UTC)And, just in case you missed it, I did write you a cheer-up fic. You have to share it with another of my flist whose birthday was yesterday - hope that's okay! It's at my journal.
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Date: 2007-10-20 11:00 pm (UTC)Always thought of him as a wise, old, asexual man. XDDD
Oh, Rose and the Doctor. *sniffs* It's awesome, so far. ^^
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Date: 2007-10-20 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-20 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-21 04:42 am (UTC)I actually moved into Bennelong three months ago, so I can stick it to him personally!
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Date: 2007-10-21 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-21 12:28 am (UTC)Sleep well!
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Date: 2007-10-21 02:24 am (UTC)...... toddles off to check the (non existent) wine cellar.....
BTW, I'll be glad to share my wine with anyone who wants to add their healing energy to mine! ;0
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Date: 2007-10-21 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-21 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-21 06:12 am (UTC)Your story is cute.
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Date: 2007-10-21 09:06 am (UTC)*HUGS*
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Date: 2007-10-21 10:25 am (UTC)