Oh, the 200th SG-1 EP was a riot. :D Not too sure about SG:A. They managed the creepiness factor rather well but that messing with the mind thing has been done so many times. Still, I actually kinda liked Weir for once.
This afternoon was the last run of Peribáñez. I was in town. Toyed with the idea of going again... or even just showing up at the end of it, maybe spot the man. But that would have been a little too much like stalking, yeah? So I didn't. ::shrugs:: Maybe this time I'd asked him for an autograph. Not many times in my life I'll be able to say I know exactly where Marton Csokas is, and damned if it wasn't in the same city as me, like fifteen minutes away from where I was standing. LOL
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from Push-ups, for Chevron Seven RPG:
Her tongue came out and lapped at the head and she looked up. Hell, he was shaking. Arms probably tired, seemed to struggle keeping him up like this. Maybe she should let him sit... before he pulled something. In a second, she decided, her mouth suddenly enveloping his length first. He couldn't dangle this in front of her and expect her to behave.
from an [as of yet] untitled ENT (ST: Enterprise) fic:
When he spoke again, his voice was rough, his Southern accent thick. "I think I know what's eatin' ya."
Her eyes flashed and Tucker took a few, slow steps towards her. She found herself pressed against the wall without even realising she had stepped back. She nervously searched his face, her eyes never deviating from him. There was a menacing glint in his blue eyes, and a hint of a smile, almost smug. But everything about his body language told her he wasn't in a playful mood. He was serious. He was angry. And she was caught.
He took the last step, pressing his body against hers. A shiver was sparked and they both felt it acutely. "It's been nearly four months."
"Three months, three weeks..."
"And two days," he cut in.
Marken's eyes showed surprise, but her body remained stiff against his, poised to fight and flee if it came to that.
"You find you need something but you can't let yourself ask for it."
Her breath hitched in her throat and he thought he saw pain in the depths of her hazel eyes.
"You think you're sick to want it, after what happened."
She growled, her face dropping to the floor. Her hands found his shoulders and she shoved him away. He only took a step back and in the next second was back where he'd been - closer, if anything. He moved his face to the side of her head, his mouth near her ear.
"Tell me I'm wrong."
from Truth and Consequences, Part VIII - Lies and Things Best Left Unsaid, for ATF_Team7:
Dwayne stood up and surveyed the room. Saint John's team had done a great job but his trained eye could spot the remaining signs of a fight. He headed to the French doors leading to the back garden and found them boarded up. Leaning a hand against the wood, he closed his eyes and shook his head. Point of entry? Maybe. But given Calli's injuries, he'd bet on her point of exit.
from Truth and Consequences, XII - Special Delivery:
"Here we are," he said in a soothing tone. "Dunno why you had to make it so difficult today. It's nothing personal, you know. Didn't need to ruin my suit." With that he plunged her head underwater and held it submerged. A light, pink film spread around, floating on the water's surface as the nurse's blood washed away from Callaghan's hair and face.
from The Blond and the Flippin' Flippers, a LotR AU fic:
"You're not coming?"
Err. Éomer glanced away as his horse danced a little. "I have... some place else to be," he replied, facing off the look of shock on her face. He had taken her this far, hadn't he? What else would she have him do? Belen would see to her needs and her questions.
"Go on, out of the rain, woman," he muttered before he tipped his head in farewell and nudged Broðor, who took off at a gallop before, Éomer hoped, Belen spied them in front of her abode.
from The Child's Ghostly Judge Revisited for WhiteWolf's Twilight RPG:
Laurence knew what was coming but she couldn't possibly answer that question truthfully. She started to repeat, "Julie Bear... ahhh!" she yelped as she felt her finger being lifted up and twisted at an angle the bones wouldn't allow.
Paolo pulled until he heard the bone snap then grinned back at his captive.
"Cabiòn!" she growled.
Surprised, Paolo's face became red with anger at her insult and backhanded her across the face.
'Another split lip,' she thought. She righted herself in the chair and blinked away the tears the pain had put there. She swallowed and kept her eyes levelled and ahead, thinking, 'Nine more to go... how many more bones the human body has? Two hundred and six?' Laurence couldn't remember.
for ENT_Fed RPG:
Now what, mum? You stared at the blank page 'til you slept of boredom? Or did you write about all that bothered you? All you felt passed you by? I wonder how you would have handled the destruction of Earth... how many books would that have spawned out of you. Heh. If you were here now you'd warn me to stop giving you lip... you'd ask me about that man in my bed.
from Just a Hunch, for WhiteWolf's Twilight RPG:
Walking back to the meeting room, Laurence met Carl Fletcher. "Hey, Bubbles. Sure you're awake?"
"Howdy, Raven. No." A tilt of the head and a shrug followed.
A knowing smile lit up her face. "Rough night?"
"No. Just... comfortable."
"Ah, good company then."
"Hmm," he replied with a dreamy expression. One could say Fletcher was a man of few words.
from Beads, an ENT fic:
She later introduced ice cubes - no doubt in retaliation for the beads. She even went as far as giving my little friend a blowjob with a mouth full of ice cream. Rocky Road of all things! Of course, I had to come up with something worthy of our one-upmanship. I wanted something special. I bade my time, tested the waters, until the right day, the right opportunity presented itself.
for Palaytia Dream's M7/S&S x-over AU:
"Fuck this," he growled, pulling his piece out. The mother's eyes opened wide, her body stiffened to the point of snapping. "See this? Now, I don't mean to use it if you two behave... but be damned sure I will if I don't get some peace and quiet right now."
for WhiteWolf's Twilight RPG:
"What are you talking about, sir?" She thought this had been a playful chase. Was he serious?
"F-3," he said simply.
"RAF." She blew some air out to move some strands of her hair from her face.
"Here?"
"Yes."
"How?" he asked, flabbergasted that she would have already done this move on U.S. soil and he hadn't been briefed about it.
"Red Flag... Cope Thunder."
"That damned Indian Twist?"
"1998."
"Three years ago?" he asked, disbelieving.
"I hope you're congratulating the Major, Colonel."
At the imperative voice booming above them, Jared jumped up to his feet fast, grabbing Laurence's hand in the same motion, effectively pulling her up. "Brigadier General," he said, snapping to attention.
Sumner struggled not to smile as he watched the two officers standing in their dishevelled flight uniforms, embarrassment evident on their faces. The other officers who had followed for the show looked equally uncomfortable as they pretended to be hard at work just standing there.
Her tongue came out and lapped at the head and she looked up. Hell, he was shaking. Arms probably tired, seemed to struggle keeping him up like this. Maybe she should let him sit... before he pulled something. In a second, she decided, her mouth suddenly enveloping his length first. He couldn't dangle this in front of her and expect her to behave.
from an [as of yet] untitled ENT (ST: Enterprise) fic:
When he spoke again, his voice was rough, his Southern accent thick. "I think I know what's eatin' ya."
Her eyes flashed and Tucker took a few, slow steps towards her. She found herself pressed against the wall without even realising she had stepped back. She nervously searched his face, her eyes never deviating from him. There was a menacing glint in his blue eyes, and a hint of a smile, almost smug. But everything about his body language told her he wasn't in a playful mood. He was serious. He was angry. And she was caught.
He took the last step, pressing his body against hers. A shiver was sparked and they both felt it acutely. "It's been nearly four months."
"Three months, three weeks..."
"And two days," he cut in.
Marken's eyes showed surprise, but her body remained stiff against his, poised to fight and flee if it came to that.
"You find you need something but you can't let yourself ask for it."
Her breath hitched in her throat and he thought he saw pain in the depths of her hazel eyes.
"You think you're sick to want it, after what happened."
She growled, her face dropping to the floor. Her hands found his shoulders and she shoved him away. He only took a step back and in the next second was back where he'd been - closer, if anything. He moved his face to the side of her head, his mouth near her ear.
"Tell me I'm wrong."
from Truth and Consequences, Part VIII - Lies and Things Best Left Unsaid, for ATF_Team7:
Dwayne stood up and surveyed the room. Saint John's team had done a great job but his trained eye could spot the remaining signs of a fight. He headed to the French doors leading to the back garden and found them boarded up. Leaning a hand against the wood, he closed his eyes and shook his head. Point of entry? Maybe. But given Calli's injuries, he'd bet on her point of exit.
from Truth and Consequences, XII - Special Delivery:
"Here we are," he said in a soothing tone. "Dunno why you had to make it so difficult today. It's nothing personal, you know. Didn't need to ruin my suit." With that he plunged her head underwater and held it submerged. A light, pink film spread around, floating on the water's surface as the nurse's blood washed away from Callaghan's hair and face.
from The Blond and the Flippin' Flippers, a LotR AU fic:
"You're not coming?"
Err. Éomer glanced away as his horse danced a little. "I have... some place else to be," he replied, facing off the look of shock on her face. He had taken her this far, hadn't he? What else would she have him do? Belen would see to her needs and her questions.
"Go on, out of the rain, woman," he muttered before he tipped his head in farewell and nudged Broðor, who took off at a gallop before, Éomer hoped, Belen spied them in front of her abode.
from The Child's Ghostly Judge Revisited for WhiteWolf's Twilight RPG:
Laurence knew what was coming but she couldn't possibly answer that question truthfully. She started to repeat, "Julie Bear... ahhh!" she yelped as she felt her finger being lifted up and twisted at an angle the bones wouldn't allow.
Paolo pulled until he heard the bone snap then grinned back at his captive.
"Cabiòn!" she growled.
Surprised, Paolo's face became red with anger at her insult and backhanded her across the face.
'Another split lip,' she thought. She righted herself in the chair and blinked away the tears the pain had put there. She swallowed and kept her eyes levelled and ahead, thinking, 'Nine more to go... how many more bones the human body has? Two hundred and six?' Laurence couldn't remember.
for ENT_Fed RPG:
Now what, mum? You stared at the blank page 'til you slept of boredom? Or did you write about all that bothered you? All you felt passed you by? I wonder how you would have handled the destruction of Earth... how many books would that have spawned out of you. Heh. If you were here now you'd warn me to stop giving you lip... you'd ask me about that man in my bed.
from Just a Hunch, for WhiteWolf's Twilight RPG:
Walking back to the meeting room, Laurence met Carl Fletcher. "Hey, Bubbles. Sure you're awake?"
"Howdy, Raven. No." A tilt of the head and a shrug followed.
A knowing smile lit up her face. "Rough night?"
"No. Just... comfortable."
"Ah, good company then."
"Hmm," he replied with a dreamy expression. One could say Fletcher was a man of few words.
from Beads, an ENT fic:
She later introduced ice cubes - no doubt in retaliation for the beads. She even went as far as giving my little friend a blowjob with a mouth full of ice cream. Rocky Road of all things! Of course, I had to come up with something worthy of our one-upmanship. I wanted something special. I bade my time, tested the waters, until the right day, the right opportunity presented itself.
for Palaytia Dream's M7/S&S x-over AU:
"Fuck this," he growled, pulling his piece out. The mother's eyes opened wide, her body stiffened to the point of snapping. "See this? Now, I don't mean to use it if you two behave... but be damned sure I will if I don't get some peace and quiet right now."
for WhiteWolf's Twilight RPG:
"What are you talking about, sir?" She thought this had been a playful chase. Was he serious?
"F-3," he said simply.
"RAF." She blew some air out to move some strands of her hair from her face.
"Here?"
"Yes."
"How?" he asked, flabbergasted that she would have already done this move on U.S. soil and he hadn't been briefed about it.
"Red Flag... Cope Thunder."
"That damned Indian Twist?"
"1998."
"Three years ago?" he asked, disbelieving.
"I hope you're congratulating the Major, Colonel."
At the imperative voice booming above them, Jared jumped up to his feet fast, grabbing Laurence's hand in the same motion, effectively pulling her up. "Brigadier General," he said, snapping to attention.
Sumner struggled not to smile as he watched the two officers standing in their dishevelled flight uniforms, embarrassment evident on their faces. The other officers who had followed for the show looked equally uncomfortable as they pretended to be hard at work just standing there.
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