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120_minutenTitle: Groovy Kind of Love
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Jack, Rose, Nine
Kiss: 28. Smootch of Victory
Author: Elster
Warning: It's like a whole galaxy of unadulerated fluff.
Words: ~520
Groovy Kind of Love
Jack has a soft spot for the Doctor and Rose. A hard spot too, obviously, but most of the time they're just breathtakingly cute. He can't help it, he finds xenophilic relationships deeply romantic. It might or might not have to do with his mother's collection of crappy interspecies romance novels. Well okay, it has, it's a guilty pleasure.
Rose is enthusiastic and hot and just plain fun to be around and the Doctor... Jack used to think that he liked his aliens with more tentacles, but maybe that's not the important part. Maybe he's a sucker for arrogance. Well, at leat when the arrogance is backed up with that level of awesome.
Whatever it is, meeting them was the best thing that ever happened to him. But it's also driving him nuts, really. There's the companionship and the flirting, the teasing and the smouldering looks. And that is followed by some awkwardness and more cuteness. Then right back to flirting and teasing again. Insanity.
There are days like this that really do him in: A lot of running and planet saving, high on adrenaline and they're just perfect, beautiful and glowing, deliciously endorphine-scented and it's not entirely sexual, it's also a confusing and slightly terrifying sense of belonging. Sweet victory. The Doctor, grinning madly, talking non stop and utterly brilliant. Rose, a little out of breath and giggly, bright little bubbles of laughter like Phyllonian champagne.
Suddenly her arms are around Jack's neck and she's kissing him. He's a bit confused for a second or two, then he's kissing back, because... yeah. It's amazing and just a little bit sloppy, because they're both out of breath and can't seem to stop smiling, but utterly perfect. In all ways that matter, it's just what Jack imagined kissing Rose would be like. (Not that he did excessivly or... oh well.)
They part as the Doctor clears his throat. It's not fair. If they were together, Jack could work it. He has the whole “Oh darling, you're just as hot as your girlfriend.”-deal down (and yes, he tried that line), but this not-together eternally-longing stuff just baffles him. You'd think that the whole dancing-around-each-other thing would be at least more fun with sex thrown in. Jack had tons of not-together things with sex, if you ask him (and they really should) it's the way to go.
Oh whatever, don't let it become awkward... He lets go of Rose with a broad grin and a wink to the Doctor. “Groovy”, he says lightly, because for some unexplained reason the word makes Rose giggle every time. She laughs and makes a silly happy face at the Doctor who rolls his eyes and resumes his monologue with a grin and sparkling eyes now he has her attention again. Just like that, everything is back to normal.
Jack watches them and his broad grin becomes a fond smile. So yes, he's in love with two fantastic brilliant nutters who drive him mad without even trying. Maybe one day his head will explode from all the sexual tension, but in the meantime, Jack's happy.
EDIT: Kisschallenge 4
Title: The Trouble with Jim
Fandom: Star Trek (reboot)
Characters: McCoy, Kirk
Kiss: 8. Fake Out Make Out
Author: Elster
Words: ~600
The Trouble with Jim
It's not easy being friends with James T. Kirk. You'd think it was, because he's a pretty easy-going guy. Makes friends everywhere he goes, really. Foes, too. People generally want to smack him or fuck him. Sometimes they get stuck in-between... anyway. Friends.
McCoy considers himself Jim's friend, but he can't help thinking sometimes that, well, couldn't he do better? Jim's trouble. Larger than life and reckless bordering on suicidal. You can't help but feel like you're being the Leporello to his Don Quixote or whatever literature applies. McCoy's not a librarian, but you get the picture.
With normal friends, McCoy imagines, you could just sit in a bar, have a drink or four and get out without a bar fight. Well, a guy can have his fantasies... With Jim it's pretty much just the question if it's a mad ex, a jealous boyfriend or if he pissed someone off by being aggressively smug.
It would be fine with McCoy, if it wouldn't result in someone asking if there's a doctor in the room and a perfectly nice drunkenness circumvented by work.
As it is, McCoy's not even surprised when, after the second round of colorful happy hour stuff, a mad ex approaches. He can recognize them by now by their good looks (that's Jim's type if you want to call it that), blazing eyes and general demeanor of “Why didn't you call me back?”. Well, this one he actually recognizes because he's seen her before, and she might not qualify as mad ex (yet), because she's not approaching like he thought before, but randomly walking in their direction.
Something must have shown on his face, because Jim turns around and snaps back quickly. “Uhm...” he says.
McCoy does not want to know, but now he feels compelled to ask. It's the friend-thing. “What?”
Jim glances around nervously, trying to catch a reflection in the bottles lining the bar or something. “You think she saw me?”
McCoy does the measuring look over Jim's shoulder. “She seems kind of suspicious,” he says just to be annoying. “Coming over!”
In retrospect, he shouldn't have said that. Because now, Jim leans forward on his barstool, places a supporting hand on McCoy's knee and kisses him. With tongue. Brash bastard, McCoy thinks and then he's not thinking much at all, because he's stuck again. The smack-or-fuck kind of stuck. It happens. He hasn't figured out which one would endanger their friendship more. Or which one would be more satisfying, for that matter.
Besides, Jim's a great kisser. All that practice must be good for something. McCoy is irritated and turned on, but looking back at prior major relationship fuck-ups that's just disturbingly familiar.
“What the hell?” he asks when they break apart.
Jim grins and McCoy wants to bite his ridiculously pretty lips. “Didn't want her to see my face. Is she gone?”
“You'd think kissing someone else would be a hint rather than a cover,” McCoy snipes.
Jim looks confused, and not the cute you-can't-blame-me confusion. “What?” The grin vanishes and he looks... well, hurt? “No, she's a tutor. She wants me for some boring nano-catalysts-project.”
“Oh...” McCoy says. Then clears his throat. He brushes a hand along Jim's shoulder which is as close to an apology as it gets. “So, next round on me?”
Jim shrugs into the touch and smiles again. “Okay,” he replies. His eyes don't loose the observing look completely, but he gives McCoy his sincere little grin and with that everything's alright.
Jim is an easy-going kind of guy. It's not exactly his fault that being friends with him is complicated.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Jack, Rose, Nine
Kiss: 28. Smootch of Victory
Author: Elster
Warning: It's like a whole galaxy of unadulerated fluff.
Words: ~520
Groovy Kind of Love
Jack has a soft spot for the Doctor and Rose. A hard spot too, obviously, but most of the time they're just breathtakingly cute. He can't help it, he finds xenophilic relationships deeply romantic. It might or might not have to do with his mother's collection of crappy interspecies romance novels. Well okay, it has, it's a guilty pleasure.
Rose is enthusiastic and hot and just plain fun to be around and the Doctor... Jack used to think that he liked his aliens with more tentacles, but maybe that's not the important part. Maybe he's a sucker for arrogance. Well, at leat when the arrogance is backed up with that level of awesome.
Whatever it is, meeting them was the best thing that ever happened to him. But it's also driving him nuts, really. There's the companionship and the flirting, the teasing and the smouldering looks. And that is followed by some awkwardness and more cuteness. Then right back to flirting and teasing again. Insanity.
There are days like this that really do him in: A lot of running and planet saving, high on adrenaline and they're just perfect, beautiful and glowing, deliciously endorphine-scented and it's not entirely sexual, it's also a confusing and slightly terrifying sense of belonging. Sweet victory. The Doctor, grinning madly, talking non stop and utterly brilliant. Rose, a little out of breath and giggly, bright little bubbles of laughter like Phyllonian champagne.
Suddenly her arms are around Jack's neck and she's kissing him. He's a bit confused for a second or two, then he's kissing back, because... yeah. It's amazing and just a little bit sloppy, because they're both out of breath and can't seem to stop smiling, but utterly perfect. In all ways that matter, it's just what Jack imagined kissing Rose would be like. (Not that he did excessivly or... oh well.)
They part as the Doctor clears his throat. It's not fair. If they were together, Jack could work it. He has the whole “Oh darling, you're just as hot as your girlfriend.”-deal down (and yes, he tried that line), but this not-together eternally-longing stuff just baffles him. You'd think that the whole dancing-around-each-other thing would be at least more fun with sex thrown in. Jack had tons of not-together things with sex, if you ask him (and they really should) it's the way to go.
Oh whatever, don't let it become awkward... He lets go of Rose with a broad grin and a wink to the Doctor. “Groovy”, he says lightly, because for some unexplained reason the word makes Rose giggle every time. She laughs and makes a silly happy face at the Doctor who rolls his eyes and resumes his monologue with a grin and sparkling eyes now he has her attention again. Just like that, everything is back to normal.
Jack watches them and his broad grin becomes a fond smile. So yes, he's in love with two fantastic brilliant nutters who drive him mad without even trying. Maybe one day his head will explode from all the sexual tension, but in the meantime, Jack's happy.
EDIT: Kisschallenge 4
Title: The Trouble with Jim
Fandom: Star Trek (reboot)
Characters: McCoy, Kirk
Kiss: 8. Fake Out Make Out
Author: Elster
Words: ~600
The Trouble with Jim
It's not easy being friends with James T. Kirk. You'd think it was, because he's a pretty easy-going guy. Makes friends everywhere he goes, really. Foes, too. People generally want to smack him or fuck him. Sometimes they get stuck in-between... anyway. Friends.
McCoy considers himself Jim's friend, but he can't help thinking sometimes that, well, couldn't he do better? Jim's trouble. Larger than life and reckless bordering on suicidal. You can't help but feel like you're being the Leporello to his Don Quixote or whatever literature applies. McCoy's not a librarian, but you get the picture.
With normal friends, McCoy imagines, you could just sit in a bar, have a drink or four and get out without a bar fight. Well, a guy can have his fantasies... With Jim it's pretty much just the question if it's a mad ex, a jealous boyfriend or if he pissed someone off by being aggressively smug.
It would be fine with McCoy, if it wouldn't result in someone asking if there's a doctor in the room and a perfectly nice drunkenness circumvented by work.
As it is, McCoy's not even surprised when, after the second round of colorful happy hour stuff, a mad ex approaches. He can recognize them by now by their good looks (that's Jim's type if you want to call it that), blazing eyes and general demeanor of “Why didn't you call me back?”. Well, this one he actually recognizes because he's seen her before, and she might not qualify as mad ex (yet), because she's not approaching like he thought before, but randomly walking in their direction.
Something must have shown on his face, because Jim turns around and snaps back quickly. “Uhm...” he says.
McCoy does not want to know, but now he feels compelled to ask. It's the friend-thing. “What?”
Jim glances around nervously, trying to catch a reflection in the bottles lining the bar or something. “You think she saw me?”
McCoy does the measuring look over Jim's shoulder. “She seems kind of suspicious,” he says just to be annoying. “Coming over!”
In retrospect, he shouldn't have said that. Because now, Jim leans forward on his barstool, places a supporting hand on McCoy's knee and kisses him. With tongue. Brash bastard, McCoy thinks and then he's not thinking much at all, because he's stuck again. The smack-or-fuck kind of stuck. It happens. He hasn't figured out which one would endanger their friendship more. Or which one would be more satisfying, for that matter.
Besides, Jim's a great kisser. All that practice must be good for something. McCoy is irritated and turned on, but looking back at prior major relationship fuck-ups that's just disturbingly familiar.
“What the hell?” he asks when they break apart.
Jim grins and McCoy wants to bite his ridiculously pretty lips. “Didn't want her to see my face. Is she gone?”
“You'd think kissing someone else would be a hint rather than a cover,” McCoy snipes.
Jim looks confused, and not the cute you-can't-blame-me confusion. “What?” The grin vanishes and he looks... well, hurt? “No, she's a tutor. She wants me for some boring nano-catalysts-project.”
“Oh...” McCoy says. Then clears his throat. He brushes a hand along Jim's shoulder which is as close to an apology as it gets. “So, next round on me?”
Jim shrugs into the touch and smiles again. “Okay,” he replies. His eyes don't loose the observing look completely, but he gives McCoy his sincere little grin and with that everything's alright.
Jim is an easy-going kind of guy. It's not exactly his fault that being friends with him is complicated.
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Date: 2010-01-23 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-23 07:35 pm (UTC)*dies happy*
Ach, war das toll. ♥ ♥ ♥
Ich LIEBE Team Tardis. Sie waren sooo awesome zusammen.
Ich liebe den UST und wie hoffnungslos verschossen Jack in die beiden war. Das hast du soooo schön eingefangen. Das war all kinds of hot and awesome. Danke!
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Date: 2010-01-23 07:47 pm (UTC)Sehr fesch, die fic. ^____^
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Date: 2010-01-23 07:49 pm (UTC)XP
♥ u ^o^
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Date: 2010-01-24 07:25 pm (UTC)Ich liebe wie Jack die beiden beschreibt und ihre Beziehung untereinander, zwischen Flirten und Weltenretten. Und McCoys Stimme ist absolut genial getroffen!
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Date: 2010-01-24 08:09 pm (UTC)