Porn Ficlet Exchange

[browngirl]

I haven't written in way too long, yuletide approaches, and petronelle has the best ideas. So.

Give me a porny ficlet (one comment box's worth or less) and one or more characters or situations in any fandom I can write, and I'll write you a porny ficlet in exchange. Fandoms I can at least try to write include LOTR (no Frodo/Sam), DC Comics (including various animated universes), Firefly, NUMB3RS, Mary Renault's historical fiction. new-school Doctor Who, Bujold's Vorkosiverse, Star Trek '80s shows (so, not TOS or Enterprise), Discovery Channel and Food Network RPF (within reason), and... well, ask me and I'll see what I can do. Feel free to specify femslash, het, slash, threesomes, etc, or not.

The ficlet I wrote for Petra is below the cut. Fans of The Batman may want to avert their eyes now.

When Barbara emerges from the showers, wearing Dick's clothes -- green shorts, a red tee that's seriously too small -- she times her step to the water drips; her reward is catching Bruce shaking, cowl pushed back and head in his hands. Before she even thinks about it she puts her arms around his neck, whispering "hey, boss, it's all right, we're okay, I'm okay."

When he turns and kisses her his mouth is hard, but all she wants is more. When he lifts her to the console his hands meet around her waist. When he rips the shorts, right down the middle, she gasps against his mouth. But when he sighs, "Batgirl", she realizes just who she's really with.

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I'm so very rusty, but

[solvent90.livejournal.com]

no man's land

There's a moment when he thinks Tim's asleep and dreaming something terrible - the way his face pushes suddenly close, into the crook of Dick's shoulder, the way his fingers clutch and dig into Dick's arm, he doesn't think it's anything Tim would ever do awake. Then, listening into the pitch darkness, trying to convince his body that yes, his eyes are open, he hears the way Tim's breathing, harsh, wary, awake. Afraid.

"Hey," he whispers, groping clumsily out, managing to catch at Tim's hand - left hand, his thumb sliding over the freezing palm. Tim can't sleep in the gauntlets, they leave his hands too stiff. At least that means that Dick's touching him somewhere, touching skin.

He presses down, rubs gently, careful, feeling his way, trying to focus in on Tim with his fingertips over Tim's pulse and his mouth brushing Tim's temple and his breath slowing in his chest so that he can hear Tim's breathing hitch, and slow, and hitch again. "Hey," he says again, and he can't see to ruffle Tim's hair or check his pupils so, somehow, because it makes sense in the dark, he finds himself kissing Tim's ear instead.

Tim's breath leaves him in a shivering rush; but he's pushing up into the touch and Dick tells the part of his brain that's trying to construct words and questions and worries to shut up and goes with what his hands want, which is to draw Tim in, closer, fumble up over his jaw, and then tilt his face up. It's slow, dreamlike and strange, kissing Tim, Tim kissing him and feeling shocking heat pool under his palms - Tim, Tim's blushing and he can't - he has to taste it instead. Tim makes a quiet sound when Dick licks his cheek and mouths over his jaw and then bites his lip, turns his head to bite at Dick's. There's heat radiating off him, dizzying, extravagant, flooding the narrow patch of air between them, both of their backs turned to the cold. Dick feels himself smiling, astonishingly, unexpectedly, and then Tim laughs - small and bitten-off, but real.

"Hey," he says, in his dry little Tim-voice, and Dick means to lean in and kiss him again for the steadiness of it, for the lingering trace of laughter, when Tim cautiously touches his inner thigh and he inhales hard instead, can't move.

"Yeah," he says into the warm, watchful dark, "Tim," and there's a shuffle of blankets, and then Tim's mouth - Tim's mouth, and Dick squeezes his eyes shut and sees nothing but colour, gold and green and red and blue, all swirling and shifting and dissolving the black.

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Not much porn there, but I would love to see anything you'd like to write about any of the Firefly characters.

Re: I'm so very rusty, but

[gloss]

So very, very much YUM. *admires*

Re: I'm so very rusty, but

[solvent90.livejournal.com]

*clanks gratefully* I'm still at the "I made sentence, sentence hard" stage, so yay, thank you. I'm so glad you enjoyed them.

Re: I'm so very rusty, but

[gloss]

the "I made sentence, sentence hard" stage
Wait, one can move *past* that stage??

Re: I'm so very rusty, but

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

So you tell me you're rusty, and then you write me something amazing and lyrical that blows my socks *right* off.

*reaches through the Internet and hugs you*

This week turned out far busier than I thought it would, but I am working on your ficlet (and everyone else's, too).

Re: I'm so very rusty, but

[solvent90.livejournal.com]

*hugs you back* Thank you so much. I'm so pleased you liked this snippety bit and oh, no pressure at all over the ficlet.