Ten kisses for sale!
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tiptoe39 (although she did tell me to feel free to steal it, so I guess it's technically not shamelessly? XD)
The first ten people to comment with a pairing and a prompt get a kiss!drabble. Prompts can be specific ("first kiss, under the mistletoe, with people watching") or completely random ("feather"). Mmm, I cannot guarantee that they will be posted today, but I will do my best. :D
Any fandom I write or have written is good. I will write crack pairings, crossover pairings, shippy pairings, you name it. I will also write RPF.
Go!
♥ Heroes
♥ True Blood
♥ The Vampire Diaries
♥ Glee
♥ Gilmore Girls
♥ Doctor Who (Though I haven't seen all of Season 5...)
♥ Torchwood
♥ Buffy: The Vampire Slayer/Angel
♥ Angel (Although I haven't seen the last two seasons...)
♥ Psych
♥ Star Wars
♥ Iron Man
♥ Jonas LA/Jonas first season/just plain Jonas Brothers in general >>
♥ If Milo Ventimiglia's been in it, I ship it and will happily write it
♥ RPF (Adrian Pasdar/Milo Ventimiglia, Milo Ventimiglia/Zachary Quinto, Milo Ventimiglia/Joe Jonas {DON'T JUDGE ME ;__;}, Milo Ventimiglia/pretty much anyone, Joe Jonas/pretty much anybody, Nick Jonas/pretty much anybody)
♥ If I've rped with you, I'll write our characters
10/10
1)tiptoe39: Heroes, Matt/Nathan, up against a wall ♦ FILLED
2)ravenousgrue: True Blood, Sam/Bill ♦ FILLED
3)likesthesilence: RP, Adam/Luc, parent!verse, candy candy ♦ FILLED
4)captain_elessar: Iron Man RP, Rigby/Tony, Tony in the suit ♦ FILLED
5)thebeatalls: RP, Kia/Quinlan ♦ FILLED
6)the_azure_blue: Torchwood, Ianto/Jack, in the TARDIS ♦ FILLED
7)likesthesilence: True Blood RP, Alessandro/Joseph, their past ♦ FILLED
8)likesthesilence: RP, Rigby/Tricia, the gals play Spin the Bottle ♦ FILLED
9)likesthesilence: Regency RP, Joseph/Nicholas, after the debutante ball ♦ FILLED
10)likesthesilence: Little Secrets RP, Jack/Des/Jude, Christmas gift giving ♦ FILLED
tiptoe39 (although she did tell me to feel free to steal it, so I guess it's technically not shamelessly? XD)The first ten people to comment with a pairing and a prompt get a kiss!drabble. Prompts can be specific ("first kiss, under the mistletoe, with people watching") or completely random ("feather"). Mmm, I cannot guarantee that they will be posted today, but I will do my best. :D
Any fandom I write or have written is good. I will write crack pairings, crossover pairings, shippy pairings, you name it. I will also write RPF.
Go!
♥ Heroes
♥ True Blood
♥ The Vampire Diaries
♥ Glee
♥ Gilmore Girls
♥ Doctor Who (Though I haven't seen all of Season 5...)
♥ Torchwood
♥ Buffy: The Vampire Slayer/Angel
♥ Angel (Although I haven't seen the last two seasons...)
♥ Psych
♥ Star Wars
♥ Iron Man
♥ Jonas LA/Jonas first season/just plain Jonas Brothers in general >>
♥ If Milo Ventimiglia's been in it, I ship it and will happily write it
♥ RPF (Adrian Pasdar/Milo Ventimiglia, Milo Ventimiglia/Zachary Quinto, Milo Ventimiglia/Joe Jonas {DON'T JUDGE ME ;__;}, Milo Ventimiglia/pretty much anyone, Joe Jonas/pretty much anybody, Nick Jonas/pretty much anybody)
♥ If I've rped with you, I'll write our characters
10/10
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tiptoe39: Heroes, Matt/Nathan, up against a wall ♦ FILLED2)
ravenousgrue: True Blood, Sam/Bill ♦ FILLED 3)
likesthesilence: RP, Adam/Luc, parent!verse, candy candy ♦ FILLED4)
captain_elessar: Iron Man RP, Rigby/Tony, Tony in the suit ♦ FILLED5)
thebeatalls: RP, Kia/Quinlan ♦ FILLED6)
the_azure_blue: Torchwood, Ianto/Jack, in the TARDIS ♦ FILLED7)
likesthesilence: True Blood RP, Alessandro/Joseph, their past ♦ FILLED8)
likesthesilence: RP, Rigby/Tricia, the gals play Spin the Bottle ♦ FILLED9)
likesthesilence: Regency RP, Joseph/Nicholas, after the debutante ball ♦ FILLED10)
likesthesilence: Little Secrets RP, Jack/Des/Jude, Christmas gift giving ♦ FILLEDTags:
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16/11/10 15:16 (UTC)Matt/Nathan, up against a wall
16/11/10 15:44 (UTC)This isn't a delicate, lackadaisical teasing of lips brushing, tongues lazily dancing in an effort to tease and coax slow-burning embers of lust into fiery infernos of passion. No, those infernos are already lit, tongues and teeth engaged in a frantic battle of dominance.
Nathan groans as Matt's teeth sink into his lower lip, and he can taste the coppery tang of his blood. He has never seen this side of Parkman but he kinda likes it, and he catches the cop's bottom lip between his own teeth as the other man tries to pull back for breath. The former politician smirks and bites down, tugging a bit, and he's rewarded with a heady groan from Parkman. Nathan casually slots his knee between Parkman's legs and lets go of the man's lip, flashing his infamous shark grin.
"Maybe we should continue this conversation somewhere else," he says, his eyebrows lifting slightly. The way that he says it, that cocky, suave tonal of his voice, tells Matt it isn't a question, and he finds himself eagerly nodding his head, feeling a little bit like a puppy because he's practically quivering with excitement.
"Yeah, good idea," he agrees gruffly, trying to get his hormones under control. He pulls back and turns away, his eyes still a little hazy with lust, and he misses the smug look that crosses Nathan's face as the former politician realizes that yeah, he's still got it.
Re: Matt/Nathan, up against a wall
16/11/10 15:51 (UTC)Re: Matt/Nathan, up against a wall
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16/11/10 18:29 (UTC)*skips off to write this*
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16/11/10 18:31 (UTC)I think I'm just a sucker for Sam and ship him with, like, everybody. Well, almost everybody.
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16/11/10 18:35 (UTC)I agree with you on Sookie hooking up with Alcide.
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16/11/10 18:37 (UTC)Sam/Bill -- apparently I found inspiration after all ;D 1/2
16/11/10 19:09 (UTC)Sam can't stop thinking about that dream he had about Bill Compton. Hell, he ain't even into guys and he finds his mind wandering back to it every so often. It's crazy, he knows. He doesn't have a thing against Bill Compton being a vampire, per se; it'd be kind of ironic to hate Bill based on that, seeing as how Sam is a supernatural creature himself. Nah, his dislike of Bill stems from the way he's treated Sookie and all the trouble she's gotten herself mixed up in since he came into her life. All right, so Sam's even a little bit jealous of the fact that Sookie chose Bill over him. So what? It doesn't mean he should just be okay with fantasizing about showering with the guy.
Logically, he knows the dream is just a by-product of ingesting Bill's blood after the debacle with Maryann, but that should've worked its way out of his system weeks ago, right? So why is he lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling of his shitty little trailer, playing the dream over and over again in his head?
He sighs with frustration and shifts once more on the bed, tucking his arm behind his head. The dream races through his brain again, the look of want Bill had given, the lust he'd felt himself when he'd opened the door of his motel room to find Bill Compton standing there, half-naked. He recalled taking off his shirt and offering it to Bill and the vampire inviting him into the shower. Bill had just been leaning in for what Sam was sure would be a steamy kiss when the dream had been interrupted by the shrill ringing of his cell phone.
Sam lets out a frustrated growl and reaches down to adjust himself in his jeans. Maybe that's where all the pent-up disgruntlement was coming from -- the dream wasn't finished. Bill hadn't gotten to kiss him. Did that mean he needed to track down the vampire and somehow get him to kiss him so he'd stop reliving the dream every time he closed his eyes? Well, that ain't gonna-
He blinks, thoughts abruptly cut off by the unexpected knock on his front door. He frowns and cautiously eases out of bed, grabbing his gun from the drawer of his nightstand. It's well past three in the morning, the bar's been closed for two hours, so whoever's knocking on his door probably doesn't want anything but trouble. Gingerly pulling the curtains aside with the barrel of the gun, Sam's mouth drops open. He ain't believing what he's seeing outside his window. Standing there on his porch, looking like he ain't got a care in the world, is Mister Bill Compton.
Sam lets the curtains fall back into place and just stands there for a good, solid minute, staring at the door in dumbfounded silence. Why in the hell would Bill Compton just randomly show up at his doorstep? He swallows heavily, hoping that all is all right with Sookie, and he slowly unlocks the door, inching it open. "Yeah?" he says warily.
Bill flashes a lazy, seductive smirk. "You summoned me?"
Sam blinks owlishly, just staring at the vampire. "What?" he says.
"May I come in?" Bill asks politely, throwing a pointed glance behind Sam.
Sam continues to stare for a handful of moments before clearing his throat and nodding. "Uh, yeah, sure, c'mon in," he says as he takes a step back. He's a little uneasy about inviting the vampire in, but he seems to recall Sookie saying something about being able to revoke the invitation. He tries to relax as he closes the door, licking his lips. "All the Tru Blood's back in the bar," he says, jerking his thumb back over his shoulder. "I can go get y-"
Re: Sam/Bill 2/2
16/11/10 19:10 (UTC)He cuts off, eyes widening, as Bill is suddenly right up in his face, totally invading his personal space, and he catches just a quick glimpse of Bill's bawdy facial expression before the vampire's lips are crushed against Sam's, and the shape-shifter suddenly finds himself propelled backwards until he's pinned against the door. The doorknob is digging into the small of his back but Sam's eyes are too busy rolling into the back of his head as Bill's tongue thoroughly explores his mouth, and the dull, relentless throb that has been dwelling inside Sam's nether regions for weeks now suddenly explodes into an overwhelming ache. He can't seem to stop himself from rutting against Bill's hips, and he feels his head spin as the vampire draws back. Black spots are swimming across Sam's vision, and he dimly realizes that he'd forgotten to breathe.
"Fuck," he exclaims, staring wide-eyed at Bill. His heartbeat is thready and erratic, every nerve ending feeling like it's on fire, and Bill just has this smug smirk on his face that Sam wants to wipe off. The shape-shifter gets a predatory look on his face, aware that the vampire's eyes are silently laughing at him, and he shoves off the door, hands planting themselves on Bill's shoulders and shoving the vampire back toward the bedroom.
Re: Sam/Bill 2/2
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16/11/10 20:48 (UTC)TADA! Rigby/Tony!
16/11/10 21:23 (UTC)She's worried because she's never seen Tony act like that, no matter how drunk he might get, and she knows something's wrong. It's killing her to think that Tony didn't trust her with whatever demon is plaguing him now. She likes to think that they've been through a lot, what with his parents dying and him having to take over Stark Industries, his disappearance for three months in Afghanistan, the whole Iron Monger incident. She's stood beside him through everything and helped him weather the storms as best she could given that she's just an elementary school teacher. She really thought they had a connection, but apparently she was wrong.
The next morning, she surveys the rubble of the living room with a dismayed eye, wondering how in the hell they're going to clean up the mess. She's a bit lost at the moment of what to even do, and she bites her lip, worried about Tony and where he might've spent the night. She nearly jumps out of her skin when she's being addressed from behind, and she spins on her heel, frowning at the bald-headed black man with an eye patch.
"Can I help you?" she asks cautiously, hoping against hope that he isn't a new enemy of Iron Man's.
~~~~~
It turns out that the man is Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Rigby recalls meeting Agent Coulson, who silently stands behind and to the side of Fury, before after Tony returned from Afghanistan. Coulson had said he was from the same organization, and she's a little unsure of what exactly they want with her. Her first and foremost concern is Tony though, and she feels her heart skip a beat when she enters the donut shop and sees her boyfriend seated at a booth, nursing a cup of coffee and wearing a pair of dark shades.
She's so overcome with relief that he's alive and not lying in a proverbial ditch somewhere that she feels her knees go a bit weak, and she stumbles. Tony picks that exact moment to glance up and, even though he's suffering from one of the worst hangovers of his life, he's out of that booth and on his feet in the blink of an eye, moving over to catch her before she can plummet to the floor.
He gives her a half-smile, easily lifting her up and setting her back on her feet. "Easy there, babe," he says quietly, knowing that she must be pretty pissed with him. He can see tears glimmering in her amber eyes, and he feels guilty, knowing that he caused them.
"Tony," she manages to gasp, choking back a sob as she inspects him. He's still wearing that stupidly obnoxious red and gold metal suit, minus the helmet, and she sniffles as she rests a hand on his shoulder. "Jerk." She pushes his shoulder a little, though she's smiling softly, and he gives her an uncertain look, as if he can't figure out whether she's really serious about that insult or not. She laughs lightly and then moves her hand up to rest on the back of his head, pulling him down for a kiss. He tastes of coffee and donut and other things that she chooses to ignore because none of it matters beyond the fact that he's here and he's still alive and in one piece. His beard scratches against the soft skin around her mouth, but she doesn't care, just kisses him harder, fingers tightening in his hair, and when they finally part, they're both panting slightly.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles. The apology is a rare occurence for him, and Rigby feels her heart soar, smiling softly at him.
"C'mon," she says, sliding her arms around his waist. "Let's go home." She pauses, head tilting to the side a bit. "Well, what's left of it, anyway."
Tony chuckles lightly and presses a kiss to her forehead before escorting her out of the donut shop.
Re: TADA! Rigby/Tony!
19/11/10 21:06 (UTC)Re: TADA! Rigby/Tony!
20/11/10 01:39 (UTC)He still has to come clean about nearly dying >>
Re: TADA! Rigby/Tony!
23/11/10 04:32 (UTC)(no subject)
17/11/10 00:46 (UTC)Kia/Quinlan :D
17/11/10 14:32 (UTC)She gives him a sleepy smile and rolls onto her back, stretching a little. "Mmm, you're back," she mumbles, her British accented voice sounding a bit sluggish.
Quinlan grins and nods, raking a finger through his dark hair. "Yeah. Sorry, babe, I didn't mean to wake you," he mumbles, casually brushing his fingers through her blonde hair.
She shakes her head, yawning a bit. "'s okay," she says. "I was trying to stay awake to greet ya anyway." She smiles and rolls onto her side again, snuggling up to him. "How was bonding with your brother?"
Quinlan scrunches up his nose and shakes his head. "Okay, I guess," he says. He's still on uneasy ground with his half-brother, so what was supposed to be a simple movie watching and chowing down on popcorn had been riddled with tension. It's hard to let go of a lifelong hatred toward his more priviledged brother. They'd grown up in separate houses, in completely different surroundings -- Riley had remained with their father and Quinlan had been given to an orphanage, bouncing around from foster home to foster home. When he'd learned that he had an older brother, who'd grown up in a loving home and was showered with love, affection and anything he wanted, he'd been overcome with jealousy. Naturally, Riley's a nice guy and just wants to get to know Quinlan, which makes the whole situation even more awkward. Quinlan just wants to forget about it, and to that end, he reaches out to her, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
Kia starts to ask him for more details because she knows he needs to talk about it and get over this extreme dislike of Riley, but she never gets the chance because Quinlan is suddenly kissing her. He hasn't shaved today, and his stubble is a bit scratchy on her skin, but she can't seem to care. If there's one thing that Quinlan does exceptionally well, it's kissing, and this time is no different. He's got it down to a science, using just the right touch of enthusiasm to heat up the kiss, teasing her with brushes of his lips against hers, his tongue coaxing her lips apart. He occasionally nips her lips, not hard enough to draw blood, but just hard enough that she swears she can feel the pleasure zinging through her, right straight to the apex of her legs.
She rolls on her back, going all soft and pliant for him, and he easily rolls on top of her, one hand anchoring itself flat against the mattress so he can hold himself up. He nudges her legs apart with his knee and notches himself in between them, fitting against her perfectly, and she makes a soft, sighing sound against his mouth. He's good, his tongue sliding into her mouth and caressing her own tongue, and she groans, getting heated to the core. She shifts against him, wrapping her legs more firmly around his waist, and he breaks the kiss, smirking against her neck as she draws in a deep breath. He pulls back to look at her, noting the subtle flush of her cheeks, the way her blue eyes are darkening. Yeah, he's pretty awesome that he can get that reaction out of her from just one kiss, and he chuckles lightly as she makes a plaintive whining noise, arching her back and grinding her hips against him. He could be a dick and roll away, leave her wanting, but he's too charged up for that. He needs to release all that tension that's eating away at his insides, and he really can't think of a better way that working it out with her.
He leans back in, catching her lips in a passionate kiss, and slides one hand under her top.
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17/11/10 21:02 (UTC)I don't know, don't ask my why. :)
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17/11/10 21:52 (UTC)Have you seen Children of Earth? Because the perfect idea just sprung to mind but I do not want to spoil you.
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17/11/10 22:15 (UTC)Even so, I'd tell you to spoil me rotten just to see them again. :)
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18/11/10 02:42 (UTC)But I will have your drabble to you either tonight or tomorrow :D
Torchwood // Ianto/Jack // in the TARDIS (Children of Earth SPOILERS)
29/11/10 14:07 (UTC)Jack knows that he shouldn't be here, that it violates all kinds of time travel laws and whatnot, but he can't help it. He'd ran into the Doctor in one seedy bar or another across the galaxy and had told him the whole story of what had happened to Torchwood, everything about the incident with the alien race known only as 456. He'd broken down when he'd told the Doctor of Ianto's death, and then he'd begged the Doctor to take him back, to give him one last goodbye with his beloved.
Jack had expected the Doctor to refuse, to brush him off, but then, the next thing he knows, the TARDIS is standing in Millennium Centre. HE gives the Doctor a questioning look, arching an eyebrow.
The Doctor merely shrugs. "Well, I needed to stop off to refuel the TARDIS anyway." He gives Jack an encouraging smile, hands slipping into the pockets of his blue pinstriped suit. Jack gives him a grateful smile in return and then heads over to the door, pulling it open and stepping out into the plass.
His chest gets a little tight as he takes in the sight of the Millennium Center, the water tower that juts straight up from the fountain. He never thought he'd see this place again, having vowed never to return to Earth after Ianto's death, and yet, it feels as though he never left. He takes a step forward toward the hidden lift access to the Hub, and he stops abruptly as a familiar, tawny-haired young man slowly rises from the pavement. "Ianto," Jack whispers, his tone hushed and reverent.
The young man looks a bit confused as he catches sight of his lover and boss, and he frowns as he moves over to Jack. "I thought you were still down in the Hub," Ianto asks warily. Then he glances to his left and sees the familiar blue police box, and it clicks into place. "Ah."
Jack shakes his head quickly and then grabs Ianto's hand and pulls him into the TARDIS, knowing that the hidden Torchwood cameras are recording their every movement. He'd rather have this moment in private, away from the eyes of the other team members. He's not entirely sure what point in the timeline the Doctor brought him to, but he supposes it doesn't matter. The whole reason for him being here at all is dragged helplessly into the TARDIS, the confusion growing on his face.
"Ianto," Jack manages to croak before he's pulling the young human to him and crushing his lips against Ianto's in a frantic kiss that leaves the coffee boy breathless and stunned, feeling even more confused.
"Jack...you're acting as if you haven't seen me in ages," Ianto says cautiously. He frowns a bit at the tears he sees in Jack's eyes, and he swallows heavily.
"Please don't ask me to explain," Jack says with a shake of his head. He reaches out to cup Ianto's face in his hands. "Just...know that I love you. No matter what happens, even if I don't ever say it to you again, I want you to know how much I care."
Ianto is stunned, his mouth dropping open, because Jack has never, ever uttered those words. Ianto may be abashed, but he's coherent enough to know that this is something big. There's really only one response he can give, and he tenderly cups Jack's face in his hands, kissing him deeply.
Re: Torchwood // Ianto/Jack // in the TARDIS (Children of Earth SPOILERS)
29/11/10 16:29 (UTC)Because oh lordy, that has got to be one of the best things to wake up to. Almost better than coffee. :)
Re: Torchwood // Ianto/Jack // in the TARDIS (Children of Earth SPOILERS)
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23/11/10 04:18 (UTC)- Adam/Luc, parent!verse, candy cane
- Alessandro/Joseph - True Blood verse, something to do with their past.
- Rigby/Tricia - regular verse, the girls play spin the bottle!
- Joseph/Nicholas - Regency fic!verse, after the debutante ball
- Jack/Des/Jude - Little Secrets verse (any time period), Christmas gift giving? IDK XD
Adam/Luc
29/11/10 14:22 (UTC)He's very intent in what he's doing, and he doesn't notice Adam returning until there are suddenly arms sliding around his waist. He nearly jumps out of his skin, and then scrunches up his nose, playfully shooting a glare over his shoulder. "Brat," he says.
Adam grins at him and plants a kiss on the side of Luc's neck before drawing back. Luc hears the rustle of plastic and he blinks as Adam offers him a miniature candy cane still in its wrapper. He chuckles and accepts the treat, tearing the plastic wrapper. "Thanks," he says as he pops the candy cane in his mouth.
He sucks on it for a few moments, enjoying the taste of peppermint in his mouth, and he works on sticking wrapped little trinkets into stockings. The candy cane is almost half gone when Adam suddenly turns him around and pulls him close. Luc starts to protest, hands coming up to rest on Adam's shoulders, and then his husband is kissing him, nibbling lightly at his lower lip. That always gets Luc, and he melts into Adam, his resistance crumbling. A hand slides back to rest on the back of Adam's neck as the older boy's tongue teases Luc's mouth open, and they kiss languidly, the warmth in Luc's belly spreading through his entire body.
When Adam finally draws back and Luc is gasping for breath, his pupils blown wide with arousal, the younger man can't help but laugh as he sees the candy cane poking out of Adam's mouth.
Alessandro/Joseph
29/11/10 16:37 (UTC)Together with Joseph's newest childe, Daniel, they're partaking in a traditional Japanese ceremony, which is the cause of Alessandro's irritation. Everything is done with a careful, meticulous -- translate that to snail-pace slow -- manner, and Alessandro makes an elaborate, drawn-out sighing noise that penetrates the calm stillness of the tea house.
Joseph, looking resplendent in his dark green kimono, glances up at his childe, an irritated glare on his face. He continues to give Alessandro that reproachful look until the tea ceremony is concluded, and then he excuses himself, bowing to the Japanese woman who had led the ceremony and thanking her profusely. Then he unfolds himself from his seated seiza-style position and stands up with a grace and fluidity that makes Alessandro jealous. Joseph crooks his finger at his eldest childe and motions for him to follow, and Alessandro grumbles under his breath as he stands up, severely lacking the grace with which Joseph had stood.
He follows his maker out of the tea house, nearly tripping over the long skirt of his kimono. He scowls a bit and then arches an eyebrow at Joseph. "What?" he asks.
"That was very rude, Alessandro," Joseph snaps, pacing back and forth in front of the house. "You were disrespectful to Kasumi-San."
"It was boring," Alessandro scoffs, rolling his eyes a bit. "Honestly, Joseph, all I could think about during the whole thing was how much I'd like to grab you by that silly topknot on your head and drag you back to our room so I could ravish you." He smirks a little, dragging his tongue over his lips as he sees his maker shiver.
Joseph narrows his eyes, grumbling a bit in Italian, something along the lines of cursing Alessandro for being a brat. Alessandro doesn't catch all of it, even with his supernatural hearing, Joseph is mumbling and not properly enunciating himself. Joseph sighs after a moment or two and shakes his head, his pacing coming to a halt. "What am I going to do with you, Alessandro?"
Alessandro gives a mischievous smirk, his eyes glittering. "I could think of a thing or two," he says, wiggling his eyebrows. He's pleased with himself when Joseph gives a short laugh, and he takes a chance, closing the gap between them by taking a step forward and grasping Joseph around the waist. He kisses his maker deeply, using tongue and teeth to reduce the older vampire to a quivering, desperate mass, and then he draws back slowly, winking. He takes a step back as Joseph reaches for him and he waggles his index finger back and forth, shaking his head. He sees something predatory flash in his maker's eyes, and he smirks as he starts moving back toward their room, knowing he's won this round.
Rigby/Tricia
29/11/10 17:03 (UTC)She guesses it could be worse. She could've had to kiss Jimmy Jankowski, who'd just eaten a bunch of nachos topped with extra jalapeno, or the bottle could have landed on Steve Wagner, who just plain reeks. Tricia is her best friend though, and they'd joked about becoming lesbians if neither of them are married by the time they're thirty.
"C'mon, Rigby, don't be a chicken," Susie Sanders sneers. She's an upperclassman, and one of the It Girls at Villa Duchesne Catholic School. While Rigby doesn't normally care about popularity and all that jazz, she knows that Susan can make or break her reputation at the school. She's got one more year at the school, and she'd really like to be on top of the popularity food chain.
"Chill out, Susan," Rigby says, knowing that Susie hates being called by her full name because she thinks it sounds so old. "I just need some chapstick, jeez." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a tube of lip gloss instead, quickly applying a layer of the shiny, strawberry-flavored gloss to her lips. Then she winks at her best friend. "Pucker up, Murphy."
Tricia grins and obliges, leaning across the circle as Rigby does the same, each girl placing her hands flat on the carpeted floor to brace themselves. All of the boys draw in a collective breath as the girls' lips touch, and then somebody gives a tiny moan as the girls get into the kiss. Tricia's mouth parts and Rigby's tongue slips inside, teasing her best friend's tongue.
Susie glares at them, crossing her arms over her chest and grumbles "Showoffs."
Rigby is feeling quite titillated, her skin feeling much too warm by the time the kiss is over, and her face is flushed as Tricia smirks at her and winks. "Y-your turn," Rigby breathes, amazed that Tricia can look so cool and collected after that searing kiss. Wowza.
Joseph/Nicholas
29/11/10 17:26 (UTC)It isn't until they're safely secured in Joseph's carriage that Nicholas allows himself to relax. His breath is almost immediately stolen away by the young Duke, who hastens the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Nicholas' mouth. His hand slides down the length of the former whore's body, and he feels a shudder rack Nicholas' frame as his hand cups the boy through his breeches.
The carriage is filled with their noisy moans and gasps, and once upon a time, Nicholas would have been quite embarrassed to know that the driver could hear everything. Now, his focus has narrowed so completely that he's only aware of Joseph and the movements the young Duke makes. He kisses back with fervor, his legs wrapping around Joseph's waist as he rocks his hips and arches his back. He could easily stay like this, locked in rapture, for eternity.
Jack/Des/Jude 1/2
29/11/10 20:13 (UTC)"Merry Christmas, Uncle Jude!" Jack exclaims as he reaches out and takes one of the shopping bags in Jude's hand. "C'mon in, Dad's making cinnamon rolls." He bounds back into the apartment with such excitement that Jude chuckles and shakes his head, reminded of his twin's own limitless energy on Christmas.
"Merry Christmas, Jack. I thought I smelled something burning," Jude teases as he enters the apartment and closes the door behind him.
"Har dee har har," Des drawls as he comes out of the kitchen. He's wearing a pair of wintergreen pajama pants festooned with snowflakes, pine trees and snowmen, and his t-shirt is evergreen. He's at least attempted to comb his hair but forwent shaving, so he's got a dark dusting of hair along his jaw. He moves over to Jude, embracing his twin, and gives him a big kiss on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, Jude."
"Merry Christmas, Des," Jude says warmly, returning the kiss. He moves over to the tree and starts unpacking the presents he'd finished wrapping before coming over to his brother's.
They eat a quick breakfast of cinnamon rolls (although Jude only eats the bottom part of his, leaving behind the icing) washed down with some hot chocolate, and then they start opening presents. Jude goes first, doling out all the presents he got for his brother and nephew, enjoying their "oohs" and "aahs" with a happy grin. Des and Jack exchange their presents, Jack smirking when his dad opens his present, a bottle of hair dye, stating that he'd "noticed a few grey hairs, Dad, and you're always complaining about being old."
Des retaliates by catching Jack under his arm and giving him a noogie, much to his son's dismay. He only lets him go when Jude tells him to act nice since it's Christmas and all. Jack's face is flushed as he smoothes down his hair and then calmly gives his uncle Jude the presents he'd picked out for him.
After all the presents have been unwrapped and fawned over, Des casts a knowing smirk in Jude's direction. "Jude, isn't there one more gift?" he asks.
Jude responds with a sly grin on his own and nods. "You know what, Des, I think you're right," he says. "Santa left something over at my place last night." He gets up and moves over to the coat rack where he hung his jacket upon entering the apartment. He digs out a small, square package wrapped in blue snowflake paper and adorned with a big, silver bow. Handing it to Des, he winks. "Why don't you see who it's for, Des?"
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29/11/10 20:14 (UTC)Des grins and accepts the present, peeking at the tag poking out from underneath the ribbon. "Huh, it says it's for Jackson Molloy, from Santa." He lifts his eyebrows, looking quite intrigued. "I wonder what it could be."
Jack rolls his eyes and reaches out to take the present. "Oh, whatever, you guys know that it's from you," he says. "Honestly, dudes, I haven't thought Santa was real since I was six." He has to fight his dad for the present, tugging on it as Des refuses to let go, and finally, Jack manages to pry it from his dad's fingers. He eagerly tears into the package, blinking when he sees what he assumes to be a box that would typically hold jewelry.
He eases his father and uncle warily and then takes off the lid, looking a bit disappointed when he sees a keychain with a racing pony charm. "A keychain?" he says, not wanting to sound ungrateful. "Dad, I've already got a keychain..." He keeps his apartment key on it.
Des smirks a little and shrugs casually. "Why don't you pull it out of the box and let us see it, kiddo?" he suggests, and Jack does roll his eyes.
"Fine," he grumbles as he picks the keychain up and pulls it out of the box. The little piece of cotton falls out of the box, and it's only when he has the keychain dangling in the air that he notices the key attached to the other end of the metal ring. His eyes get impossibly large, and he stares at the key in stunned silence. After a few moments and a couple of rapid blinks, he stares at his uncle and father. "Is that...?"
"Why don't you go downstairs and check my parking spot and see for yourself?" Des says, and he's never seen Jack move so fast in his life. The kid is up and across the room, grabbing his jacket and throwing it on before Des is even finished with his sentence. Des laughs and motions for Jude to follow his nephew, and the twins collect their coats and head downstairs.
By the time they reach the parking garage, they can hear Jack's whoops and joyous cries echoing off the walls as the teenager dances around the back end of his used Mustang GT. "Oh my god!" he exclaims, practically flinging himself at his father and then his uncle. Both men get exuberant kisses to the cheeks and then Jack is back to bouncing around. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I can't wait to show Dana!"
Jude chuckles, watching his nephew dance around, and he glances at Des. "I think he likes it."
Des snickers and shakes his head. "Nah, he hates it. Worst gift ever."