Meme for a Monday Morning

[browngirl]

"When you see this, please write some porn for me" (or, really, anything with characters interacting or contemplating each other, it's not required to be porn. But porn would be spiffy. )

Thank you :) You'll have helped me not gnaw off my own arm from sheer boredom.

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[sister-wolf.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not exactly porn, but it's getting there. From the in-progress Jason/Steph/Roy set in the Fractal Geometry AU:

Stepping carefully, Steph makes it across the attic and down the back stairs without being betrayed by creaking floorboards. She can see the faint flicker of the TV coming around the corner from the living room. Cautiously, she glances into the room. Roy is comfortably slouched on the sofa with his back to her, a couple of empty bottles of beer cluttering the coffee table in front of him.

He hasn’t noticed her yet. Steph inches up behind him, moving soundlessly until she’s close enough that she can vault over the back of the sofa and land straddling his lap in one smooth motion.

Roy yelps, jumping violently, but she’s got her hands braced on his shoulders. He’s not going anywhere.

“Hi there, Arsenal,” she says, letting her voice drop into the husky Batgirl growl.

Roy gives her a slow, dirty smile. “Bat Chick. Fancy meeting you here.” His hands skim down her sides, coming to rest at the top of her hips where he knows that the body armor is thin enough that she can actually feel it. “Where’s Bluejay?”

“Oh, he’ll be along.” She leans forward, grazing her bottom lip against his, teasing him lightly until he slides a hand into her hair and turns it into a real kiss. She’s distracted enough by Roy’s tongue that she almost doesn’t notice Jason sneaking up behind him. Roy makes a muffled noise against her mouth, squirming away from the cold beer bottle that Jason’s holding to the side of his neck.

“Speedy. Want a beer?” Jason asks, grinning.

“Hey, that’s my sixpack, Shortpants.” Roy makes a grab for the bottle, successfully snagging it away. Jason holds up his other hand, in which he’s holding two bottles by the neck, and offers one to Steph. She kneels up to grab one, intentionally presenting Roy with an eyeful.

“Mmmm, Bat-breasts,” Roy mumbles, rubbing his face in her cleavage. Steph snorts with laughter, almost inhaling a mouthful of beer.

“God, you’re disgusting,” Steph says, making no effort to get off his lap.

Roy leers. “Yep.”

[petronelle.livejournal.com]

Roy and Steph.

Gosh.

That's *lovely.*

[sister-wolf.livejournal.com]

Thank you! *g*

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Like I said in your journal, these three? Are porn. They could be swathed in burkas eating popcorn, and they'd be porn.

[sister-wolf.livejournal.com]

... you know, I actually contemplated trying to write them swathed in burkas eating popcorn, and I just couldn't do it. *snerks*

[amarin-rose.livejournal.com]

Gah. I did not even know I wanted this threesome -- the OT3 of perverted sexual joy (because Grace is just a bit too hard core, and I'm on the opinion that she'll eventually figure out she's a lesbian anyway)!

There...so needs to be more of this. *nods* More of this fic, more of this AU series, more of your stuff in general...