Middle Night Excerpt Meme

[browngirl]

I was going to wait on this for... no good reason, really. (If it's not a good reason at 1:35 AM it's not a good reason. The inverse, however, is not true.) Henceforth: Snagged from emiime, including her addendum.

Tell me about a story I never wrote, (eg, "The one where Chris Pike and Winona Kirk discover they had the same dream about George*.") and I'll write you a snippet from it. ETA my addition: from the rough draft. I contemplated writing these all and letting them sit a couple weeks like I usually do, and decided against it.

Snippets will be 100-500 words.

Rules:
1. One per person, please.
2. AUs and mirror!verse fics are okay.
3. As usual, het, slash, femmeslash, gen requests are all okay.
4. Your request should begin: "The one where..."

Standard rules apply, if you need to know if I know a fandom, just give me a shout and I'll let you know!

If you want something else, ask me about it, or just request it. If I'm not familiar with the fandom/characters you request, I'll ask you to prompt again!

Emi's addition: I make no guarantees that I will get to, or be inspired by, each and every prompt. But I'll try! ETA: Whee, okay, I really have enough now, thanks. ETAA: More polished versions here.

*: lomedet and tigerbright, this one's for you. Don't let me forget to include the making out.

Comments

[lomedet.livejournal.com]

*bounces excitedly*

And a quarter-century timestamp on "Light, Inaccessible"

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Pike is rightning his arms around Winona's waist, sinking into the silky wetness of her mouth, when she shuts her bright-hard teeth on his bottom lip and rears back on a sharp shocked noise. "Holy shit," she gasps as he struggles to make his willful fingers pry loose, "you taste the fucking same."

Pike opens his mouth, bottom lip throbbing hot against his cool indrawn breath, but it takes a moment to sift through his spinning brain for adequate words. Meanwhile he braces his hands on her supple waist -- with Winona sitting on his lap, that's all the compromise his eager fingers will grant his conscience -- and eventually produces, "I don't recall previously being so fortunate as to kiss you."

Winona laughs, bright and high and eerily familiar. "Flatterer," she snickers, her grin shining sharp above his upturned face. "No, I just had this dream once, you and me and George--"

And the memory slams into him, knocking away his years and accomplishments and scars. "-- Observation deck of the Kelvin, I never actually went aboard but it was absolutely real--" Her eyes widen, concentric white, ocean blue, sky black. "You were so real."

"George was so real," Winona murmurs, her lips pink and creased and moving low in his sight, below her shocked eyes as they stare at each other.

Pike knows his must be just as wide, can feel his eyebrows trying to launch; they were mourning the same man in their very different ways, it's reasonable they would have dreams on similar themes, but that doesn't explain this strange familiarity, how he could almost chart a quarter century of minute changes against a memory he shouldn't credit of Winona in his arms.

Winona swallows, firming her grip as she slides her hands down over his biceps, as if comparing him to her own impossible memories. "Nine months after?" she asks fiercely, as if they could possibly have dreamed simultaneously.

They did. Pike cannot believe it, he triple-checks his own remembered timeline of that crazy transformative year, but it adds up until he has to nod. "I was doing outlines on the dissertation."

"Jim was such a fussy little bad sleeper." Winona shakes her head, silvery-blonde hair tumbling from the bun he wrecked in his eagerness. "I -- fuck it, I'm too sober for this." She grabs for the bottle and upends it in a piratical swig that reminds Pike with helpless incongruity of her son even as her arched back pushes her bobbing breasts into his face.

It's not the first time a Kirk's brought him an impossible truth, and if Jim manages to survive these five years it's unlikely to be the last. Pike nuzzles Winona and she splutters a laugh, swinging the bottle down past his ear as she grips his head with strong fingers, and Pike gives in to the scho of memory as she tips his head back, licks liquid flame off her cheek and sighs when she growls as she kisses him.

Re: And a quarter-century timestamp on "Light, Inaccessible"

[gingicat]

Yes!

Re: And a quarter-century timestamp on "Light, Inaccessible"

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*grins and curtseys*

Re: And a quarter-century timestamp on "Light, Inaccessible"

[lomedet.livejournal.com]

*belatedly loves on this*

the threads of Jim through this make me happy, and I love how they've aged *into* each other.

Thank you for indulging me/us.

Re: And a quarter-century timestamp on "Light, Inaccessible"

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

TOTALLY not belatedly -- you've been BUSY, mi amiga! And I am, as ever, delighted that this delights you. :) (Even with the great stonking typo in the first line.)