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Mini-DVD Meme Rides Again
I was going to stay up till midnight so this would be posted tomorrow, but I'm groggy. Anyway, this is going around, and I thought, why not?
Pick a passage from my stories, up to 500 words, from anything I've written in this journal, and comment to this post with that selection (including a link to the story being excerpted). I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the story, awful puns [perhaps], and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
Like Petra over at Dreamwidth I reserve the right to lie egregiously about anything over 3 years old. My stories are listed by character (and sometimes topic) here: http://rubynye.livejournal.com/tag/
Pick a passage from my stories, up to 500 words, from anything I've written in this journal, and comment to this post with that selection (including a link to the story being excerpted). I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the story, awful puns [perhaps], and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
Like Petra over at Dreamwidth I reserve the right to lie egregiously about anything over 3 years old. My stories are listed by character (and sometimes topic) here: http://rubynye.livejournal.com/tag/
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It earns him her laughing moan as she pushes into his touch; her breasts warmly overflow his hands as she leans over him, growling now, nipples pebbled against his palms as she shoves herself down harder on every stroke. It wins him a better view of Bones's face over her shoulder, eyes huge and intent under angled-down eyebrows, cheekbones flushing red and plump upper lip shiny wet. Bones licks his lip again, denting its ruddy tenderness with intent teeth, and Jim groans, "Fuck," because Moreau's squeezing slickly around him, because Bones's eyebrows are crashing together in slow motion, because he's going to lose this race to come last --
Cos this is one of the hottest things I've read, evar. ;)
BOW CHICKA BOW BOW
The woman who played Moreau was all kinds of hot, and when I saw the photo prompt I couldn't help but think of her with her heavy dark hair (I have a thing for hair like that -- through all the years I straightened my hair, I was aiming for hair like that.) and her creamy skin and all her hotness. Added to that, well, "Save The Last Dance" is one of my favorite stories I've written, so I enjoyed returning to the Bones Watches Jim Fuck theme.
And that's where this story came from. :)
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Leah takes a slow breath, her sides twinging, and another, and a third. Only then does she ask, "What do you want with me? Sir."
Kirk barks a laugh and gives her that wide bright smile of his, that looks to people who don't know him like sunniness and charm. "You're my favorite," he tells her, patting her cheek. "You don't go anywhere. Now get better already. Little Tiernan is trying her best, but she's just not you."
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So, that Leah/Kirk dynamic. Which I meant to comment on! The ways in which it's Kirk/McCoy, with the challenge and the banter and Kirk pushing McCoy, and the ways in which it's Mirrorverse, with the threat and the dysfunction and Leah's omnipresent fear, and the ways in which it's male-female, which, well, if I write about *that* I might scare people, but that's an axis as well.
Leah takes a slow breath, her sides twinging, and another, and a third. Only then does she ask, "What do you want with me? Sir."
Whenever she calls him 'sir' it's deliberate. One day I'll write her calling him "Jim' and it will be a huge moment.
Kirk barks a laugh and gives her that wide bright smile of his, that looks to people who don't know him like sunniness and charm.
That nu!Kirk grin. So close, so far away.
"You're my favorite," he tells her, patting her cheek. "You don't go anywhere. Now get better already. Little Tiernan is trying her best, but she's just not you."
Poor Yeoman Tiernan thought she'd gotten promoted to Captain's Woman. By the time Leah was well enough to discharge herself from Sickbay, Tiernan didn't want the job anymore.
Re: MiniDVD - The Bargain
"Fhpu n cerggl travhf," Rqtregba nafjref uvz, chfuvat vagb uvz nf vs uvf bja obql qbrfa'g rira orybat gb uvz, svyyvat uvz jvgu cnva.
Tbq, guvf znxrf zr jvapr gb erernq, juvpu yrgf zr xabj V qvq vg evtug. Bar guvat V erzrzore jnf srryvat gnxra sebz zlfrys, ubj rira zl bja obql qvqa'g orybat gb zr nalzber, naq vg'f n qrgnvy V qenj ba jura jevgvat aba-pba. V thrff, nf n jnl bs bjavat vg.
"Lbh arire pnyphyngrq guvf, qvq lbh?" Rqtregba'f fjrng fbnxf vagb Puneyvr'f fxva, gbb qrrc gb fpeho bhg. "Lbh arire vzntvarq fbzrbar yvxr zr."
Rqtregba vf na rivy onfgneq, naq rawblvat shpxvat jvgu gurve zvaqf. Vs nyy ur jnagrq jnf Puneyvr'f obql ur pbhyq unir whfg noqhpgrq uvz nybar; ur tenoorq gurz obgu gb shpx jvgu gurve urnqf gbb.
Ur unqa'g, ur ernyyl unqa'g. Puneyvr srryf uvf obql orvat fubirq vagb, uvf zvaq oernxvat bcra, gur jbeyq pehzoyvat.
V jevgr va gevcyrgf n ybg. V yvxr gur rzcunfvf bs ercrgvgvba; gjvpr vfa'g rabhtu, sbhe gbb zhpu.
Gura ur urnef n zhssyrq fbo gung vfa'g uvf. Jura ur ybbxf hc Rqtregba vf tevggvat uvf grrgu, rlrf aneebjrq gb fyvgf, naq orlbaq uvf fubhyqre Qba vf jngpuvat. Fahssyvat, purfg urnivat, fgehttyvat sbe nve guebhtu gur fbnxrq tnt, uvf rlrf ba Puneyvr.
Gur Rccrf oebguref, havgrq ntnvafg nal naq rirelguvat, rira guvf!
Ur arire jbhyq'ir jnagrq uvz urer, ohg gurl ner urer gbtrgure. Puneyvr unf uvf oebgure jvgu uvz, ur'f abg nybar.
V xrrc guvaxvat V ynvq vg ba gbb guvpx urer, ohg V fgvyy yvxr guvf yvar. Ol vaibyivat gurz obgu Rqtregba vanqiregragyl fgeratgurarq gurz.
Puneyvr pna'g fgbc funxvat, jvapvat nhqvoyl jura Rqtregba chyyf bhg bs uvz, pheyvat hc nebhaq gur cbhaqrq-bhg npur vafvqr uvz naq inthryl jbaqrevat ubj ur unfa'g guebja hc lrg. Ur jnagf gb fnl, "gung'f guerr, abj yrg hf tb," gb svaq gur arnerfg fubjre naq fpbhe uvzfrys, ohg vg frrzf vzcbffvoyr gb rira oerngur fhpprffshyyl.
Cbbe Puneyvr. V gevrq ernyyl uneq gb qrcvpg gur haerny, funggrerq srryvat bs fubpx urer, juvpu vf -- ng bapr ohearq vagb zl zrzbel naq ernyyl qvssvphyg gb pbureragyl erzrzore.
"V xarj V'q unir gur zbfg sha jvgu lbh oblf," Rqtregba fnlf, gur fngvfsnpgvba va uvf ibvpr yvxr npvq ba enj fxva. Qba gevrf gb lryy guebhtu uvf tnt, ohg vg pbzrf bhg zhssyrq naq zbnayvxr; Puneyvr whfg pyhgpurf uvzfrys gvtugre, fuhqqrevat gbb uneq gb zbir.
Guvf yvar vf n dhbgngvba sebz gur GI fubj, sebz pnaba!Rqtregba; fbzrguvat V yrnearq urer gung fgbbq zr va tbbq fgrnq jura jevgvat Fgne Gerx Zveebeirefr vf gung rirel fb bsgra bar fubhyq erzrzore gung n zveebe-ersyrpgvba vf obgu na bccbfvgr naq n gjva.
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Lbh jebgr:
Bar guvat V erzrzore jnf srryvat gnxra sebz zlfrys, ubj rira zl bja obql qvqa'g orybat gb zr nalzber, naq vg'f n qrgnvy V qenj ba jura jevgvat aba-pba. V thrff, nf n jnl bs bjavat vg.
Jvgu gur jnl gung vf jevggra… vg znxrf vg fbhaq nf vs lbh fheivirq tbvat guebhtu fbzrguvat fvzvyne naq vs gung’f gehr…. /uhttf /pbzsbeg /fhccbeg….
Lbh qvq n snagnfgvp wbo bs gheavat bhe orybirq favcre vagb ‘na rivy onfgneq.’ V pna ernyyl frr gung cbgragvny va uvz naq jbaqre jung vg jbhyq gnxr gb znxr uvz oernx be or zbyqrq vagb fbzrguvat yvxr gung. Jura V qrpvqrq gb sbphf zber ba Vna Rqtregba sbe zl fgbevrf, V eragrq/obeebjrq/jngpurq frireny bs YQC’f zbivrf, nf V jnagrq gb frr zber bs jung ur jnf pncnoyr bs nf na npgbe, nf n punenpgre naq… V’q erpbzzraq frireny bs gurz, rfcrpvnyyl gur barf gung ner ‘rzbgvbany’ be gung *qb* fubj gur qnexre punenpgref ur’f cynlrq. Gung fnvq, V guvax bar bs gur orfg jnf ‘Arire Sbetrg’ -- uggc://jjj.vzqo.pbz/gvgyr/gg0893411/ -- juvpu, nppbeqvat gb VZQO, vf nobhg n zna jub jnxrf hc jvgu nzarfvn nyfb svaqf uvf fhccbfrq sevraq unf npphfrq uvz bs zheqre.
Crefbanyyl, V guvax gur gevcyrgf guvat ernyyl jbexf. V guvax V’ir qbar fbzrguvat fvzvyne n gvzr be gjb, nf jryy.
Qrfcvgr rirelguvat, gurfr gjb – guerr vs lbh pbhag Nyna – ner havgrq va znal guvatf. Orvat jvgubhg snzvyl zlfrys, V ernyyl… V ybir gur nfcrpg bs gung. Ubj gurl fhccbeg naq ybir rnpu bgure, rira jura gurl qba’g yvxr rnpu bgure ng gvzrf be gung gurl qba’g ‘fnl’ vg zhpu.
V ybir gung yvar nf jryy naq, V ernyyl qvqa’g guvax bs vg nf ynlvat vg ba guvpx, whfg gung lbh jrer znxvat n cbvag. Naq lrf, vs Rqtregba unq gnxra gurz fvatyl… /abqf… Ur fgeratgurarq gurz. Jvgubhg xabjvat vg? Znlor.
Ntnva, nabgure yvar gung znxrf zr guvax lbh’ir tbar guebhtu fbzrguvat fvzvyne naq V whfg unir gb fnl /uhttf /fhccbeg /pbzsbeg.
Nlr, hfvat fprarf, qvnybthr, rgp sebz gur npghny pnaba vf n terng jnl gb ervasbepr gur svp nf jryy nf znxr vg fb pbaarpgrq gb jung jr frr naq urne ba fnvq fubj be fhpu.
Gunaxf fb zhpu sbe qbvat guvf!! V ybirq yrneavat nyy guvf :)
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So you said (un rotated, because I love the sentiment), "Being without family myself, I really… I love the aspect of that. How they support and love each other, even when they don’t like each other at times or that they don’t ‘say’ it much." I know JUST what you mean, not least as someone estranged from my family. I love that about the show, the core the three Eppes men make.
Thank you very much for asking for this. :D
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"So you are not a breeding pair?" chirrups the foremost Chertian, waggling one shiny blue-and-black forelimb in a confused manner. From the corner of his eye, Captain Pike of the USS Qín Jiŭshào sees Lieutenant nee Cadet Kirk shimmying, not in struggle against the overhead manacles but because Jim's laughing, his generous mouth shut tightly over barely stifled merriment.
Pike lifts his chin, ignores Kirk's ridiculousness, and addresses their puzzled captor. "No, we're not, but we'll be happy to tell you all about Terran practices if you release us and return our uniforms and gear."
The Chertian shuffles its four hindlegs in ambiguous acknowledgement and steps back to confer with its three smaller companions. Pike sighs and makes himself focus. It could be worse, after all. He and Kirk are uninjured, they haven't been beaten or tortured or even held long enough to get seriously hungry. They were merely stunned, stripped naked (at which Kirk shows an annoying lack of discomfort), and manacled to a hard earthen wall, their arms stretched up so they're balanced on the balls of their feet. Their clothes and equipment are probably being dissected while these curious aliens interrogate them; the Chertians haven't asked for military secrets or technology, just demonstrations of Terran behavior. Including mating. Of course.
It was supposed to be a simple training cruise, a field trip of a survey mission. Pike twists his wrists inside the sweat-slick metal bands and wishes he could pinch the bridge of his nose. Kirk quivers again, and Pike fights down an obscure, irrational sense that this whole side excursion is Jim's fault for saying "That looks interesting" and haring westwards off the path. At least Kirk's controlled himself enough to not display arousal. Just not enough to not laugh.
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"So you are not a breeding pair?" chirrups the foremost Chertian, waggling one shiny blue-and-black forelimb in a confused manner.
God, it was fun, from figuring out Chertian gestures onwards.
From the corner of his eye, Captain Pike of the USS Qín Jiŭshào
... because English is only 'Standard' because Star Trek was written, filmed and aired in the USA...
sees Lieutenant nee Cadet Kirk shimmying, not in struggle against the overhead manacles but because Jim's laughing, his generous mouth shut tightly over barely stifled merriment.
*cackles* I love seeing Jim through the eyes of anyone simultaneously annoyed with and attracted to him, which is damn near everyone.
Pike lifts his chin, ignores Kirk's ridiculousness, and addresses their puzzled captor. "No, we're not, but we'll be happy to tell you all about Terran practices if you release us and return our uniforms and gear."
A simple, reasonable trade, presented in captainly fashion. Why can't anyone just listen to him?
The Chertian shuffles its four hindlegs in ambiguous acknowledgement and steps back to confer with its three smaller companions.
Thus allowing Pike a moment to contemplate, and the author a moment to tell the reader WTF is going on here.
stripped naked (at which Kirk shows an annoying lack of discomfort),
This is one of my favorite lines I've ever written.
Including mating. Of course.
Did the resigned little sigh of "it's just one of THOSE days" come through?
It was supposed to be a simple training cruise, a field trip of a survey mission.
I had a line in here baldly stating "except that Pike made the mistake of taking Kirk," but I yanked it.
At least Kirk's controlled himself enough to not display arousal. Just not enough to not laugh.
AHAHAHAHA poor Captain Pike. Poor him.
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Ahahaha, yes. :) I think there's an element of that in just about every Jim/anybody story I've ever written too.
*snorfle* Yes. Poor Captain Pike indeed—his life is so hard, what with the pervy aliens and Jim Kirk wanting to blow him. (Wait a second....)
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Hikaru doesn't laugh. He gasps, because Pavel squeezes him, and doesn't laugh, remembering that Pavel's in the less-than-half of Starfleet Academy who didn't sleep with Cadet Extraordinaire Jim Kirk. "He, yeah, he's good," Hikaru says, as one of the more-than-half who did.
"He is something of an expert," Pavel says, and Hikaru can hear that smirk. "And he has that mouth." He underscores this with a little flutter of fingers, as if imitating the motion of lips; Hikaru can't help it, he moans out a laugh, and Pavel sucks in an affronted breath. "I knew--"
"No, no," Hikaru struggles to say, with hands and words both. "No, he's a good choice."
"So you do not think I am, responding, inappropriately, to authority?" Pavel's getting breathless, punctuating the sentence with gasps, but Hikaru boggles that he can say something that complicated by now.
"I can't be doing this right," he replies, twisting his hand and feeling the answering shudder, "if you can even say that." He runs his thumb in the crease behind the head, and gets a gratifying moan. "And no, I, no. Kirk is..." Hikaru can't quite form words about Jim Kirk while Pavel's thighs tighten around his, but he pictures Kirk watching them, blond hair mussed and blue eyes avid, and fuck but the thought's so hot he moans too.
"Yes, that." Pavel leans on Hikaru's chest, getting closer, maybe getting tired of talking. "You always do this right, better than right," he says so matter-of-factly it's Hikaru's turn to blush hotter than the flush of sex all over his skin. "And, you know the Captain already, and he will be, not careless, easy. Easygoing."
Easy's accurate too, but Hikaru is seriously low on words at the moment.
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Hikaru doesn't laugh. He gasps, because Pavel squeezes him, and doesn't laugh, remembering that Pavel's in the less-than-half of Starfleet Academy who didn't sleep with Cadet Extraordinaire Jim Kirk. "He, yeah, he's good," Hikaru says, as one of the more-than-half who did.
My Hikaru... he has an ambivalent liking of Kirk because deep in his soul he knows that in another universe I'm writing loads of Kirk/Sulu and McCoy/Chekov instead of Kirk/McCoy and Chekov/Sulu. But, as can be seen, my particular Hikaru likes this universe just slightly better.
"He is something of an expert," Pavel says, and Hikaru can hear that smirk. "And he has that mouth." He underscores this with a little flutter of fingers, as if imitating the motion of lips; Hikaru can't help it, he moans out a laugh, and Pavel sucks in an affronted breath. "I knew--"
Pavel is horny, bawdy, observant, and seventeen. I work with seventeen year old boys, and I overhear them discussing sex more than they realize.
"So you do not think I am, responding, inappropriately, to authority?" Pavel's getting breathless, punctuating the sentence with gasps, but Hikaru boggles that he can say something that complicated by now.
This is basically two intertwined conversations, one physical and one verbal. So they interweave.
"I can't be doing this right," he replies, twisting his hand and feeling the answering shudder, "if you can even say that." He runs his thumb in the crease behind the head, and gets a gratifying moan.
In case the reader forgot exactly what they're currently doing besides talking.
"And no, I, no. Kirk is..." Hikaru can't quite form words about Jim Kirk while Pavel's thighs tighten around his, but he pictures Kirk watching them, blond hair mussed and blue eyes avid, and fuck but the thought's so hot he moans too.
AHEHEH. Hikaru did enjoy sleeping with Jim, if not his love-em-and-leave-em attitude.
"Yes, that." Pavel leans on Hikaru's chest, getting closer, maybe getting tired of talking. "You always do this right, better than right," he says so matter-of-factly it's Hikaru's turn to blush hotter than the flush of sex all over his skin.
Pavel and Hikaru's love is deep, hot, and pure.
"And, you know the Captain already, and he will be, not careless, easy. Easygoing."
I've worked hard to convey that English is not Pavel's first language, without overdoing it. I almost never write out his accent, for instance. (There are reasons for the 'almost', but I never write more than a word or two.)
Easy's accurate too, but Hikaru is seriously low on words at the moment.
The verbal conversation is fading in favor of the physical (and has done what the story needs it to do, anyway). :D
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Jim doesn't flash his usual grin, the bright cocky charmer that dazzles everyone. He smiles, so sweetly Leonard's heart hurts, and runs his fingers through Leonard's hair, resting their foreheads together a moment. "You're not doing any of the work tonight," he murmurs in a hushed voice like he's saying something else entirely, then leans up over Leonard to reach the top drawer.
Leonard curves his hands to the taut swell of Jim's ass and kisses over the pound of his heart, the rise of his pectoral, the sagittal end of his collarbone, the pulse in his throat. Jim sighs with every kiss as he rummages, and when he rocks back up he tips his face down to kiss Leonard again, tightening his thighs around Leonard's hips. He plants one hand by Leonard's head, shuddering against his mouth, and Leonard hears a hot slippery noise and realizes, with a shiver of his own and a surge in his dick, that Jim's started fingering himself, what Jim intends to do with him.
So when Jim leans up, Leonard gasps out, "More lube?" but Jim just shakes his head, his flanks velvety damp but steady, his breathing easy.
"I got this," Jim tells him, stroking him with slick fingers until his eyes roll back. "I got you." Leonard barely manages to push them open against the weight of pleasure as Jim plants both hands on the mattress and eases back onto him, around him, engulfing him centimeter by centimeter in tight heat. Jim's eyelids are creased shut and trembling, his lower lip outslung as his mouth falls open, and Leonard braces his hands on Jim's hips, hard muscles and harder bones, holds his breath as he watches and feels Jim all around him.
They slap flush, almost a thump, Leonard's balls already tightening; Jim gasps once before he smiles, open and wide, and Leonard bites his lip hard against embarrassing himself and stares up at the splendid architecture of Jim's body, his upcurved dick, the wet gleaming dip between his pecs, his flushed radiant face. "Oh, God, Jim," Leonard starts to babble before he chokes on joy, struggling not to say anything ridiculous, and as Jim rocks up his eyes fall shut on the sight of that smile.
Leonard manages not to embarrass himself, mostly because Jim moves patiently, setting a pace like a steady jog. Mostly Jim takes things fast, noisy and wild, while Leonard grumps after him and does his best to keep up, but right now the room echoes with the slow slide of their bodies and their ragged moans. Every time Leonard catches himself wanting to say more he squeezes Jim's hips instead, and Jim undulates a little harder, a little more forcefully, like he already knows every foolish exclamation spinning in the back of Leonard's mind.
♥♥
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Jim doesn't flash his usual grin, the bright cocky charmer that dazzles everyone. He smiles, so sweetly Leonard's heart hurts, and runs his fingers through Leonard's hair, resting their foreheads together a moment.
Because I couldn't resist, really.
"You're not doing any of the work tonight," he murmurs in a hushed voice like he's saying something else entirely,
Something like "I love you and I'm here for you," just possibly. *snickers authorially*
Leonard curves his hands to the taut swell of Jim's ass and kisses over the pound of his heart, the rise of his pectoral, the sagittal end of his collarbone,
I am the ruins of a premedical student, so I have fun describing Jim's pretty body through a doctor's eyes.
So when Jim leans up, Leonard gasps out, "More lube?" but Jim just shakes his head, his flanks velvety damp but steady, his breathing easy.
I switch my couples all around, but I usually have a 'more lube' and a 'lube, what lube' person.
"I got this," Jim tells him, stroking him with slick fingers until his eyes roll back. "I got you."
My notes for this said "have Jim say 'I love you' as many different ways as he can without those words." Or something like.
"Oh, God, Jim," Leonard starts to babble before he chokes on joy, struggling not to say anything ridiculous, and as Jim rocks up his eyes fall shut on the sight of that smile.
AHAHA oh Bones. He was totally going to start babbling about how much he loves Jim and how much this means to him, if he let himself. It's amusing to remember my glee at making him choke himself.
Leonard manages not to embarrass himself, mostly because Jim moves patiently, setting a pace like a steady jog. Mostly Jim takes things fast, noisy and wild, while Leonard grumps after him and does his best to keep up, but right now the room echoes with the slow slide of their bodies and their ragged moans.
I stole that detail from Sarka, I think. Jim would totally -- well, actually, Jim would try to figure out what the person he's with wants, I think, because like a good cook, a good lover knows different people like different things. But I think his usual inclination is to fast and hard, and here for Leonard's sake he's taking it slow.
Every time Leonard catches himself wanting to say more he squeezes Jim's hips instead, and Jim undulates a little harder, a little more forcefully, like he already knows every foolish exclamation spinning in the back of Leonard's mind.
*beams* I'm still glad I wrote them this story. Thank you for having me revisit it!
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That totally came across. ♥
Jim would totally -- well, actually, Jim would try to figure out what the person he's with wants, I think, because like a good cook, a good lover knows different people like different things. But I think his usual inclination is to fast and hard, and here for Leonard's sake he's taking it slow.
I love this detail.
And I love these two, and you! Thanks for commentating for me. :-)
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There's no time for triumph, though, not when the crowd wavers between shock and revenge and her only friend here is sprawled on the floor bleeding. "Jim," she says into his ear as she crouches, and drags his arm, limp and heavy, across her shoulders. He slumps against her, murmuring a dazed tumble of vowels, and she can't do this, she can't carry him by herself, panic jerks in her chest. "Jim, get up," as she pushes up with her thighs, wobbling under his weight, knowing if she falls to her knees they'll be finished.
She could escape without him, she thinks briefly. He came to her aid, she remembers just as quickly.
"I'm not leaving you here, get up!" she pants.
Jim grunts, "Hunh," pawing at the floor, groping at the side of the bar, and shoves himself up enough for Gaila to heave them to their feet. She gasps under his weight against her, her fingers tighten around his wrist and on his ribs but he's still sliding in her grip.
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There's no time for triumph, though, not when the crowd wavers between shock and revenge and her only friend here is sprawled on the floor bleeding.
Gaila took down that asshole! I knew she could! And now she needs to get herself and Jim out of there. Writing the fight chorography for this was difficult and fun.
"Jim," she says into his ear as she crouches, and drags his arm, limp and heavy, across her shoulders. He slumps against her, murmuring a dazed tumble of vowels, and she can't do this, she can't carry him by herself, panic jerks in her chest. "Jim, get up," as she pushes up with her thighs, wobbling under his weight, knowing if she falls to her knees they'll be finished.
Incidentally, she's already speaking in Orion here, without realizing it. Aside of that, I just drew on helping people bigger than me to walk while drunk or sick.
She could escape without him, she thinks briefly. He came to her aid, she remembers just as quickly.
I thought it made sense for Gaila to have a few trust issues. She has had good friends, but generally puts herself first. She was honestly surprised when Jim came in swinging to help her with the three thugs; she ... wouldn't have blamed him if he'd chosen to stay out of it.
"I'm not leaving you here, get up!" she pants.
I like having characters talk to both themselves and someone else. It's something I see people do.
Jim grunts, "Hunh," pawing at the floor, groping at the side of the bar, and shoves himself up enough for Gaila to heave them to their feet. She gasps under his weight against her, her fingers tighten around his wrist and on his ribs but he's still sliding in her grip.
I tried to think hard about how difficult it would be. She's doing better than she thinks, though -- I don't know if it came through, but her whole segment is a bit adrenaline-time-dilated.
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When I was writing this I realized that I wasn't writing about Hikari, aka female!Sulu. I was writing about Hikaru Sulu having been transporter-transmuted into a body he doesn't feel is his own. That radically shifted everything I was doing in this story.
"All right, I guess this is the moment you've been waiting for," he says, his voice low, and Pavel tries not to look too eager and probably fails.
Pavel is bisexual and... eighteen? Nineteen, here? There is a corner of his soul that's been chanting "BREASTSBREASTSBREASTSBREASTS" since Hikaru stepped off that transporter pad. And Hikaru knows it.
Smirking, Hikaru tilts his head, turning to face Pavel as he unwinds the bandage; his breasts are even lovelier than Pavel had imagined, the very curves sweet mathematics made flesh, the nipples hardly changed but for their widened rosy halos.
... breasts are pretty. *shrugs, grins*
Hikaru stands there, his arms crossed beneath them, wrapped around himself. Eventually Pavel stops feasting his eyes long enough to look up at Hikaru's face, and the unhappiness he sees cuts through him like a cold knife. "Hikaru," Pavel says, holding out his hands, and when Hikaru waves him near he gets up obediently.
However, Pavel loves Hikaru, not his newly-acquired-and-not-really-wished-for breasts. So.
"You can touch them if you want," Hikaru says listlessly, and Pavel knows in this moment he cannot.
I love writing stories about everyone behaving as well as they can, about couples loving and understanding each other, and there still being problems to deal with. That's the side of life I like to depict, so that's what I went for here.
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