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browngirlSo, I have a bunch of commentfic to post this week and next, as I continue working on a recalcitrant long story.
Title Characters: Jenny & Lenore
Rating: PG-13 for descriptions of sex.
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Content Advisory: Aside of the pairing and the genderswap?
Acknowledgements:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kayliemalinza for the TFLN prompt and the request.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"And he was such a tease," Jenny wails, still babbling about last night's shindig, specifically the Vulcan she met there and affixed herself to.
Lenore rolls her eyes, again, and sighs, again. "How, exactly, was the poor man a tease? Did he refuse to let you violate his personal space and all intercultural ethics just because you've got itchy britches?"
Jenny brays a laugh, and Lenore does not watch her roll over on her bed, wearing only little blue panties. "Oh, no, he let me violate his personal space, all right. God, what a kisser. Like a drink of hot spiced tea." Lenore snorts, because Jen Kirk would find a way to seduce a Vulcan, and wonders why she was bitching about the accomplishment, right up until Jenny tells her. "He even pulled out his dick -- lovely big thing, tasty shade of green -- and let me touch it, then froze up and put it away!"
"What?" Lenore gives up and turns around.
"I know! He stammered something about 'sensation' and 'overload' and 'emotional feedback', zipped up and ran out of there! God, I was so frustrated I could've melted down like a warp core!"
Lenore can, for once, kind of see Jenny's point. Which she's not going to say. For lack of anything better she says, "Dammit, Jen," and watches Jenny arch into a bounce as she laughs.
*****
Title Characters: Leah, Chekov, OC, & Sulu
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Content Advisory: Mirrorverse.
Acknowledgements: Forechoinautumn, with ongoing thanks for Hikari.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me (except Zhukrak).
When Chekov slams into Sickbay, Leah's ready for him. He demands Sulu's location, and she doesn't glance towards the room; crossing her arms, pressing her fingernails into her wrists, she doesn't flinch as he flails and growls. She's the physician on duty tonight, her nurses ducking out of the way, and she tells him, "Give me your agonizer and phaser. They're staying with me while you visit."
Chekov sneers, lips pulled back from his teeth, the beginnings of lines etching his smooth young face. "You think I need a phaser to kill?"
"Your knives, too," is all Leah lets herself say, keeps herself breathing as Chekov reaches for his holster. "That means the one in your left boot." He glances at her then, his wide eyes making him look his age for once, and starts shedding weapons like scales. Leah has to grab a tray to hold everything.
"There," he snaps, as Leah wills her hands not to shake. "Show me Sulu. Now." Leah catches Zhukrak's eye and he follows as she leads Chekov to Sulu's private room; they all know that at best he could momentarily hamper a vengeful Chekov, but every second counts.
Sulu's still unconscious, ink-fine brows and eyelashes stark against her blanched face, and Leah stands in the doorway as if attending at a bizarre procedure, holding a tray of weapons while she allows Chekov within reach of her patient. But he's quiet, simply reaching out with a jerky slowness to rest the backs of his fingers against Sulu's waxen cheek, murmuring something softly indecipherable in a raw young tone.
Leah mouths 'chair' at Zhukrak, who grabs one and shoves it through the doorway; when she says, "Here, Ensign," Chekov flinches around as if he forgot they were there. "Sit down if you want."
Chekov's eyebrows tilt up though his mouth tries to harden into a line. "No," he says, stepping towards the door, reaching for his arsenal, but as he takes the tray from Leah he adds with that soft hoarseness from before, "Thank you, Doctor."
Rating: PG-13 for descriptions of sex.
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Content Advisory: Aside of the pairing and the genderswap?
Acknowledgements:
kayliemalinza for the TFLN prompt and the request.Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"And he was such a tease," Jenny wails, still babbling about last night's shindig, specifically the Vulcan she met there and affixed herself to.
Lenore rolls her eyes, again, and sighs, again. "How, exactly, was the poor man a tease? Did he refuse to let you violate his personal space and all intercultural ethics just because you've got itchy britches?"
Jenny brays a laugh, and Lenore does not watch her roll over on her bed, wearing only little blue panties. "Oh, no, he let me violate his personal space, all right. God, what a kisser. Like a drink of hot spiced tea." Lenore snorts, because Jen Kirk would find a way to seduce a Vulcan, and wonders why she was bitching about the accomplishment, right up until Jenny tells her. "He even pulled out his dick -- lovely big thing, tasty shade of green -- and let me touch it, then froze up and put it away!"
"What?" Lenore gives up and turns around.
"I know! He stammered something about 'sensation' and 'overload' and 'emotional feedback', zipped up and ran out of there! God, I was so frustrated I could've melted down like a warp core!"
Lenore can, for once, kind of see Jenny's point. Which she's not going to say. For lack of anything better she says, "Dammit, Jen," and watches Jenny arch into a bounce as she laughs.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Content Advisory: Mirrorverse.
Acknowledgements: For
echoinautumn, with ongoing thanks for Hikari.Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me (except Zhukrak).
When Chekov slams into Sickbay, Leah's ready for him. He demands Sulu's location, and she doesn't glance towards the room; crossing her arms, pressing her fingernails into her wrists, she doesn't flinch as he flails and growls. She's the physician on duty tonight, her nurses ducking out of the way, and she tells him, "Give me your agonizer and phaser. They're staying with me while you visit."
Chekov sneers, lips pulled back from his teeth, the beginnings of lines etching his smooth young face. "You think I need a phaser to kill?"
"Your knives, too," is all Leah lets herself say, keeps herself breathing as Chekov reaches for his holster. "That means the one in your left boot." He glances at her then, his wide eyes making him look his age for once, and starts shedding weapons like scales. Leah has to grab a tray to hold everything.
"There," he snaps, as Leah wills her hands not to shake. "Show me Sulu. Now." Leah catches Zhukrak's eye and he follows as she leads Chekov to Sulu's private room; they all know that at best he could momentarily hamper a vengeful Chekov, but every second counts.
Sulu's still unconscious, ink-fine brows and eyelashes stark against her blanched face, and Leah stands in the doorway as if attending at a bizarre procedure, holding a tray of weapons while she allows Chekov within reach of her patient. But he's quiet, simply reaching out with a jerky slowness to rest the backs of his fingers against Sulu's waxen cheek, murmuring something softly indecipherable in a raw young tone.
Leah mouths 'chair' at Zhukrak, who grabs one and shoves it through the doorway; when she says, "Here, Ensign," Chekov flinches around as if he forgot they were there. "Sit down if you want."
Chekov's eyebrows tilt up though his mouth tries to harden into a line. "No," he says, stepping towards the door, reaching for his arsenal, but as he takes the tray from Leah he adds with that soft hoarseness from before, "Thank you, Doctor."
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Date: 2010-08-19 02:14 am (UTC)