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

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Nyota sits bolt upright and then wakes up. She can't remember anything from last night after the third drink, wedged between Spock and Jim, something tasting of fire and laughter spilling down her throat. Now the mattress gives plushly beneath her hands, softer than her Enterprise bunk or Spock's bed; there's a warm weight across her legs, a pointy nose pressed to her naked hip.

Spock faces her, sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, legs crossed and immaculately dressed in that high-collared black shirt Jim goaded him into buying and his uniform trousers, the severity of his outfit lightened by the smile in his eyes and his bare foot pressed sole to sole against a pale pink one. Nyota follows that foot to its long muscled leg, draped across hers, to the breathing naked man slumped against her side, Jim's arm around her waist, his face jammed against her hip. He's sound asleep. He smells like smoke and alcohol and sex and chocolate.

So does Nyota. She looks up from Jim sleeping like a child, wrapped around her, to Spock again, noticing the deep green mark peeking from under his collar. She opens her mouth, and shuts it, and opens it again as Spock just watches her, the smile in his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

Eventually Spock has mercy. "Good morning, spouse," he intones.

Nyota's mouth falls open again. Jim snuffles against her hip, and his mouth is open and hot and soft against her skin.

Eventually she manages to croak -- her throat hurts -- has she been screaming? -- "What?"

"Good morning," Spock repeats, counting out each word like a grain of gold. "My spouse."

"We got married?" Nyota's voice cracks like a pubertal boy's. Jim just keeps breathing distracting warmth, and she realizes that he's got her legs pinned, because she can't get the leverage to kick him.

"Indeed we did." Spock leans forward, climbing onto the bed in one smooth, economical movement. "Last night you were very adamant on the subject. Jim less so, but he expressed a willingness to do, and I quote, 'anything you want, babes, long as I get my dick sucked.'"

Nyota covers her face with one hand. "What on Earth -- well, on Risa, what could I possibly have said to that charming offer?"

"I admit, my recall of last night is not the clearest." Spock sits beside her, lifting Jim's leg like a bolster across both their laps and keeping gentle hold of his ankle. "But I believe you struck him, kissed him, and asked him to marry you, in approximately that order."

"Wait a minute." Nyota peeks through her fingers at Spock. "I thought I married you."

"So you did; we all three were married. Risan marriage laws admit any number of consenting adult participants."

Nyota gapes, at this news and because Spock's smile has spread to his mouth, until Jim makes a snorting kind of moan that is somehow still as frustratingly charming as he almost always manages to be. He drags his hand across her legs as he shifts a little, blinking his eyes open as he peers up at her. "Morming, sunshine," Jim burbles, patting her belly, wiggling his toes against Spock's forearms. "Who wants to get their hubby a glass of water before we get to the honeymoon?"

Nyota covers her face with both hands as she starts to laugh.

[azephirin.livejournal.com]

HEEEEEEEEEEE! This is awesome! I love how Spock is simultaneously smug, LOLing, and clearly thinking, yup, I'm the luckiest bastard in the Federation. Thank you! :)

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

How did you know I wanted to write K/S/U? *beams at you* I'm really glad this delighted you anywhere near as much as the prompt delighted me!

[ninhursag.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, poor Nyota, she is justifiably irritated with smug but pretty boys, but also lucky! As opposed to Spock and Jim, who are just plain lucky. This made me all warm and gleeful.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

If there's anyone I would want this to bestow warm gleefulness upon, that person is you. :D

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, love this, especially Jim's line. *pets him*

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*grin* Thanks. He's just so... insufferably adorable.