Football is unfair; a smut meme

[misscam]

(Germany - Turkey 3-2)

Oh, Germany. That was kinda unfair that you won, even if I cheered you and like you. And it didn't help the TV pictures kept falling out and I missed two of the goals. Grrr. Turkey really was the best team, but football is as unfair as life, what can I say?

Off to bed, but first a naughty meme I spied on my flist:

When you see this in your friends list, please comment with some smut.

Go on, I dare ya.

Mine, an untitled Adama/Roslin scene for a fic I don't even which is yet:
A breath, and her back relaxes against his; he kisses her shoulder as she tilts her head to the side and lets hands and shadows caress her skin alike.

Even in the dark, he knows her body. The shapes and curves are familiar, mapped in his mind for any tactical situation required. He knows where she likes his fingers gentle, where she likes them unyielding, where she likes his mouth most of all. He knows the pattern of her breath, when it rises and when it falls and when it pauses all together.

Beeeeeeed.

Comments

[belegcuthalion.livejournal.com]

Heee. We're so unfair, we are. But those last four minutes nearly made me lose one year of my life. *wipes brow*

[crackpig.livejournal.com]

I almost posted smut, but then I realised that what I call smut you probably consider disgusting depraved hardcore pornography.

So here's a link to BtVS smut instead

[cincoflex.livejournal.com]

It isn't fair, he thinks, that legs like hers are so often resting gracefully under her desk, instead of wrapped around him, her high heels on the verge of tippling off to thump on the carpet behind him.

[misscam.livejournal.com]

I'm inclined to agree with Bill there, yes. Oh yes.

Also, you should totally write Adama/Roslin at some point, because I think I'd seriously love your take on them.

[cincoflex.livejournal.com]

I am doing so this very moment, and I'd be honored as all heck if I could send it to you later----

Thanks!

[misscam.livejournal.com]

Oooh. This sounds promising. Well, I could certainly take a look and make appreciative noises and such, but I wouldn't recommend myself as beta with my whole ESL aspect.

[kahva.livejournal.com]

(Germany - Turkey 3-2)

At my aqua therapy session today, one of my fellow patients and his translator were keeping an eye on the clock. Not to make sure that the patient didn't spend too much time in the water, oh no.

They had to be home by 2:30pm so that they could watch the Germany-Turkey game. :)

[evilstorm.livejournal.com]

I'd post something, but the options are either a) pretty crappy or b) so incredibly dorky and non-erotic that it barely counts as smut at all, so yeah. XD

[wendymr.livejournal.com]

Okay, you get a drabble: 100 words precisely.



So many tastes mingle as he kisses her: sweat, adrenalin, danger, excitement, arousal and that unique tang of a parallel world. It’s all over her: her skin, her lips, her tongue; an unwanted reminder. She kisses back, urgent, frantic; so little time and so many lives remaining to be saved and this may be all they have. Pushing her to the wall, he fumbles as she clings, positioning herself until he's inside her, pounding and groaning and swallowing her moans in deep-throated kisses to the accompanying distant, high-pitched scream of EXTERMINATE.

Even after three years, he'd know her body anywhere.

[souleswanderer.livejournal.com]

Ok, posted mine here :)

Just a Drabble

[lotus79.livejournal.com]

Well, I got nothing but the bit you've already seen. But maybe your flist will enjoy it. ;) Hopefully tomorrow night after I get done with stupid school reports, I can finish it off.

Zak’s dead.

And maybe this wouldn’t be so wrong if she could pretend it was Zak. Zak’s mouth pressed against her collarbone, and not Lee’s. Zak’s hands tangled in her hair, and not Lee’s fingertips pressing into her skin. Zak’s body fitted to hers, familiar as breathing; and not Lee consuming her in fire.

“Zak,” she whispers, and Lee’s sad eyes catch hers and hold. He too knows how wrong this is. He’s just as broken as she is.

[kunenk.livejournal.com]

*is late, but! and it's, um, not exactly smut, but I hope you like it all the same*

He has two hearts.

It's a silly thing to think, honestly, but she thinks sometimes that because of that, he gets a bit more interested than he would otherwise. Except that that doesn't explain why he seems to like her an awful lot but hasn't made a single move on her, if you don't count the occasional look, and the dancing. It wasn't a bad dance, she just felt a bit left out afterwards. It would've been a great opportunity, right?

But he didn't take it.

He doesn't seem to take advantage of Jack, either, much to Jack's disappointment and her own relief, a little, because then it's not just her- but if it isn't her, and presumably it isn't Jack, either, then what is it?

It's a while before she really gets to see it, mostly because this time they're all somewhere relatively safe and she can watch him working. Alarms blare while his fingers dance over the controls and he mutters "Come on, come on!", trying to get in control of the situation, because if he doesn't then everything's going to go into meltdown and the people (aliens, okay, but still people) in the city below will suffer and probably die.

She doesn't remember what he did finally to get it under control (pulled out some important wiring, probably); what she does remember is the look on his face, the sheer glee, and she remembers thinking Oh. So that's it.

She's not about to give up, though, even if she thinks she and Jack will be hard-pressed to pass the relief from being able to pull it together to save everyone. They'll just have to work harder. Probably together, too.