Results of the 'Never Have I Ever' game

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So, recently petronelle decided, on hradzka's advice (which should have been warning enough), to play a game of "Never Have I Ever Written". One very boring day I intend to play this, so let me copy the rules down:

If you would like to play, comment with something you have never written or drawn, and skim through the other suggestions. If someone else has proposed something you have written or drawn, write a snippet -- anywhere from ten words to a novel -- proving that you have done so. If you're an artist, feel free to scribble something and post it.

If you catch someone claiming not to have written or drawn something that you can prove they've done, you can request a snippet from them.

For every three snippets you write, you may make another "Never have I ever" declaration. Make sure you won't get caught!

I was going to write a list of all the ficlets people wrote that I loved, but, well, that was *all* of them. But I thought for archival purposes I'd make a pile of the ones I wrote, in all their typed-directly-into-the-comment-box scruffiness.

"Holy crap, Kid Flash is hot," Steph said, somewhere in her steady stream of enthusiastic comments as they flew home from the JLA party. Cass, who was doing the actual flying, tilted her head as she glanced over.

"He so is!" Steph insisted, gesticulating. "I know you think Superboy is all that, but I can't believe I ever thought that cocky brat was cute. Why wasn't I an Impulse fan? You should see him dance! And when he kissed me he buzzed, I could feel him vibrating down to my toes."

Cass's eyebrows shot up her forehead, and Steph laughed at her. "Do you even have a vibrator, BG? Or do we have to go shopping again?"

Cass rolled her eyes, and wiggled the plane, as Steph continued to giggle.


It's a victory. A tiny, private victory, but a victory, that Tim can control his breathing well enough for Dick to think he's asleep, bend over him and kiss his temple, and murmur, "love you, little brother." And that he doesn't immediately give himself away.


Gotham had owed him a good night for awhile, so when Dick heard through his comm that Tim was handling a situation down on Fourteenth and Simone, he decided to head over. He'd started from Ninteenth Street, not that far away, but when he got there Tim was finishing off the last thug with a graceful flying kick, his bo steadying him like a rudder; as Tim landed with his back to Dick, he spun it on his palm, and Dick knew he'd been seen, and grinned as he flipped down to street level.

Tim already had all three zip-stripped. "Need any help?" he asked unnecessarily, just to see Tim push his chest out the tiniest bit as he put a hand on his hip and demurred, just to see Tim show off for him.


Kory wakes before the others, a flying-song from home pulsing in time with their breathing to echo in her mind as she drifts up to consciousness. The pillows and sheets have all slid to the floor but she's warmed by her friends, Donna snuggled to her back, Roy's head on her breast and Dick's on his shoulder. They're all still asleep --- Roy is snoring gently --- and the light is cool and grey, she's honestly not sure why she woke.

They'll probably sleep for awhile yet. Kory burns alcohol faster than humans, she's noticed, and Roy certainly produced a prodigous quantity of it last night, for her birthday dinner. And then suggested the drinking-game. Kory stretches her arms slowly, one under Roy's shoulders, one over him and Dick, and strokes Donna's arm over her waist, and hums happily. She hadn't had a birthday that lovely in a long time.

Roy grunts and shifts towards her, pushing his face against her breast, and she breathes carefully around a giggle so she won't wake him. He pushes his thigh against her leg, too, and his sleeping erection prods her. She could wake him that way.... but he'd likely be hungover if she did.

So Kory stretches the leg she can disentangle from her friends', lightly pulls Roy and Dick a little closer, and smiles and closes her eyes as Donna's arm pulls a little tighter around her waist.


Jason doubted once, briefly. His knife glinting in his hands, he turned to Talia once, beautiful eyes clouded by confusion, and said, "I'm not sure about this, T. I, just, killing?"

Before he could say more, she laid a finger on his mouth, then her own lips to his. "You will do what is needful," she told him. "You will cleanse the world."

And he smiled, and never doubted again.


When Roy found, during the course of a Normal Shopping Trip, a vibrator with black bats inside a yellow circle on the base, he did actually refrain from buying it.

For a whole fifteen seconds.

He didn't actually get to see Dick's face when Shortpants unwrapped his birthday gift, since he was calling long-distance from an assignment in San Marceo. But the burst of expletives in four languages was, besides being nearly loud enough to be heard *without* the phone, so completely and utterly worth it.


The clothes were just stupid. Tight little skirts a girl couldn't move in, stiff shirts and wobbly heels: every time she took a step Steph felt hobbled, and really stupid.

They weren't even hot, or, to be more precise, Cass's clothes only looked hot because they were on Cass. The stupid stiff skirt looked a helluva lot better crumpled up around Cass's waist, Steph thought with some satisfaction, holding onto Cass's sleek, turning hips a little more firmly and aimed her licks right as Cass's clit.

Cass shook all over, pressing her heel just so right on the scar on Steph's left shoulder; then she shook again, differently, a laugh-shiver. Steph bit really lightly, just pressing her teeth onto a soft slick fold, and Cass laugh-shook again, and ok, if she was laughing no more head. For the moment, anyway. Steph sat back a little, just far enough to look up. Cass was hanging onto the railing above her head, her face glowing pink and rosy and her shirt just starting to wilt, and she was smiling like she was about to giggle.

"What?" Steph asked, smudging her hand across her gooey face. She licked it, of course, and wanted to lick Cass's thigh where it was shiny, wanted to get back to feeling Cass shake against her mouth. But Cass had to go and laugh, and just pushed her hand into Steph's hair and kept smiling. "What?" Steph asked again, poking Cass's thigh even though all she did was nearly break her finger on the muscle.

"You hate these clothes," Cass explained, scritching her fingernails along Steph's scalp. She sounded a little winded, which made Steph want to punch the air.

"I hate them on you. You sure we don't have time to strip?" Steph tugged at her own collar, at least until Cass pinned her arm still with her knee, still laughing silently. "Hey, ok, ok, but it's not-- umph!" And let go to drop on her, rocking them both to the floor. "I-- er, ooh."

Cass wiggled, hiking Steph's skirt up with her ever-useful knee, licking Steph's chin. "You taste good."

"You taste good on me." Steph twisted to match, getting her thigh between Cass's, winding a hand in her soft silky hair, catching her laughing mouth with a kiss.

Comments

[solvent90.livejournal.com]

That Dick/Tim still gives me a brand new warm glow every time I read it. Though I could happily read Dick watching Tim showing off for him for pages and pages. And oh, the Cass/Steph is so hot and adorable - sleek, turning hips is nngh, hot, but then there's Cass laughing and ♥♥♥

I love how you write people, generally - your Steph is so generous, and your Kory, and Dick, and Tim, all in different ways but still splendidly so. You really make me believe in them as heroes, every time.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*beams and hugs you* This is such a lovely comment, I've been rereading it since you gave it to me. Thank you, very, very much.

And you should collate your ficlets from that exercise, too! Your Dick/Tim was made of awesome.

[sage]

*LOVES*

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*blush* Thank you. :D It was an awfully fun game.

And if YOU'd been playing I wouldn't've been the only one who got caught by "I have never written pegging"!