Drabbles Completed Part 2
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dethoratsTitle: Tide Me Over
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Word Count: 963
Note: GBU AU
There were, Ben was swiftly coming to realize, significant drawbacks to the promise he had extracted from his younger boyfriend. If he had been a smarter man, or perhaps merely one made of sterner materials, he would have extended the terms of their rather unusual agreement to cover all forms of contact excluding perhaps hugging or the occasional peck to the cheek. However, as it stood, their arrangement allowed for a far greater range of contact, nearly everything except for the actual act of intercourse itself. At present, oral pleasures were also prohibited but the history professor had a strong feeling that Shanks would soon wear him down on even that point. The redhead was simply too strong of a temptation.
As well, the forbidden act only seemed to heighten all other contact, made it that much more meaningful. Before he’d made Shanks swear on a commingled stack of important text books, Ben had never known just how much want could be roused in him from something so seemingly simple as a kiss. But now, even that most basic demonstration of feeling was charged with a level of tension and desire far greater than he’d ever experienced. Common actions took on new significance and sometimes it was all he could do to drag his thoughts from their speculative musing on just what it would be like to finally claim the willowy young man that had insinuated himself into nearly every aspect of his life.
Case in point: a simple walk down the street after sharing a late night cup of coffee (or cappuchino in Shanks’ case). They were merely strolling along on the sidewalk, Shanks to his right and slightly ahead. The redhead was swinging his slender but well-toned arms absently, speaking about some new class or other he had to assistant teach. With each backward sweep of his arms, the fingertips of his left hand feathered lightly across Ben’s forearm. An innocent touch, to be sure, but with their unwritten contract raised as a formidable barrier between them, it transformed into so much more. It didn’t help, of course, that the British Literature graduate student had a very particular way of walking. His hips shifted in such a way that they drew attention to themselves and to the well-formed curve of buttock moving beneath the not-nearly-baggy-enough shorts. Shanks claimed it was a result of his time at sea, but Ben (no stranger to the waves himself) had his doubts. It was far more likely that the redhead had developed his provocative stride to attract attention and now it was merely habit. Or, equally likely, it was a deliberate temptation.
Certainly the slim, strong fingers that closed over Ben’s wrist, tugging him abruptly into a shadowed alley, were no accident. Nor was it possible to mistake the thigh suddenly insinuated between his own, the hardness pressing insistently against his hip. As for the quick spate of rubbing and grinding, well, that was about as innocent as the tongue currently trying to feel out each and every one of his teeth. It took the feeling of lightly calloused hands carefully trying to sneak down the front of his trousers to break the spell. The professor tore away from the soft, wet haven of Shanks’ mouth with a strangled cry of protest, hands he hadn’t realized were cupping the redhead’s ass coming up to grab his arm and hold him motionless.
“No,” Ben panted as he struggled for air. “No…we…can’t.”
“Why not?” Shanks’ questioned reply was equally breathless, the younger man squirming against the tight grip that held his body still. “It’s not oral and I KNOW you’re not gonna fuck me…”
“It’s because it’s out in public, moron, right where anyone could happen upon us. Being arrested for indecent exposure or the committing of lewd or indecent acts does not strike me as a good time.”
“Awwww, c’mon gunslinger! It wouldn’t take long and I really need it. I’m still a growin’ boy an’ all.”
The last was said with a carefree grin and accentuated with an unsubtle thrust against his legs. Ben frowned and tried VERY hard to forget about the problem straining the front of his own pants.
“I told you, stop calling me that ridiculous nickname. And while boy you may be, I’m afraid to inform you that…” Here he paused, straightened, made sure that he came close to actually looming over the slighter man. “You, sir, are fully grown.”
“No fair. Stop implyin’ I’m short. At least….at least lemme kiss you one more time. Something to hold me over until we’re not in your so-called public.”
There was little he could do about the sudden forward surge of the other’s body against his. Shanks was about as withstandable as the tide when he wanted to be. The redhead’s clever tongue swept into his unresisting mouth once more and a warm palm settled briefly over his groin before both vanished. He felt cold and bereft despite the heat of the southern California evening and the graduate student grinning broadly at him from only a few feet away. Ben cursed once more his lack of resolve and stuffed his hands into his pockets so as to resist the urge to grab Shanks and pin him to the wall before kissing him senseless.
Poorly shielded by his thin veil of composure, the history professor straightened his back and tossed his head so that the few loose strands of hair settled once more behind his shoulders. He nodded at the sidewalk, concrete faintly lit by the same streetlight that was casting shadows about them. And this time, this time when they resumed their walk, he didn’t allow Shanks to walk ahead of him. There was, after all, only so much a man could take.
Title: Dropped By
Rating: G
Pairing: Kasumi/Maggie
Word Count: 614
She doesn’t know there will be a visitor coming. Her sisters do, and Michelle grins broadly at the tablecloth and at the closet all day long until Anita smacks her and tugs her away. Nenene just shakes her head and hides the soft smile that threatens to break her usually prickly exterior. Nerima is nothing like the more downtown wards of Tokyo in which her old apartment was located and somehow, having heard much about their new home and witnessing all that her housemates can do, she is not surprised at all with how well and how quickly their strange little family has managed to fit in.
Maggie is quiet. She fidgets behind the shield of the floor-sweeping tablecloth and can’t seem to find a comfortable position on the floor of her closet. The stack of books that surround her two favorite spots for once do not shrink and grow as she finishes one selection and finds another to add to the pile. She’s been nervous plenty of times before. But somehow staring down death no longer seems nearly as frightening as determining just what exactly she’s supposed to do. After all, it’s Valentine’s Day. And while she’s given cards to her sisters and to Nenene and mailed several to the other friends they’ve made, this is the first time she’s ever had someone that she could truly share the holiday with, in the truest sense of its spirit.
It’s hard and strange because, despite her short hair and penchant for men’s clothing, she is after all, female. And that would dictate that she be the one to act. But her…dating partner…is female as well. She has a hard time imagining just who besides Kasumi Tendo could best exemplify the feminine ideal. Kasumi is gentle and sweet, with soft long hair that falls below her waist. She wears skirts and a well-starched, ruffled apron and a crisp bow perches jauntily on the back of her head. The eldest Tendo daughter as the disposition of an angel and her cooking is heavenly. There is no way she could have failed to attract a wealthy and proper husband had she wished. Instead she has chosen Maggie; tall, gawky, shy, unfeminine Maggie. And Maggie has no idea just what to do about it, especially on such an important day.
Thankfully her sisters know, and they keep her distracted until just around dinner time before they suddenly dash out, dragging Nenene along. Maggie is alone in the apartment with all of her niggling worries. She tries to stayed curled into a ball, making her presence as small as possible, but the usual comfort she draws from that act is missing. Pacing doesn’t help either, nor does her distracted attempt at alphabetizing the stacks around her closet. Her hand hovers just over the receiver of the phone and she pulls it way for what has to be the twelfth or thirteenth time. Kasumi has a large family, she knows, and it is likely that the girl is busy with them. Still…
Even as she finally summons the resolve to pick the phone up off its cradle and begins to punch in familiar numbers, there is a knock at the front door. Somewhat disgruntled, although one could never tell from the sweet expression of confusion still on her face, Maggie sets the phone down and goes to see who it is. Beyond the closed door, Kasumi Tendo waits; a chocolate cake in one hand, a bag of take out (she felt it somehow more fitting for the occasion seeing as she had cooked for Maggie so many times already) in the other, and a gentle, happy smile on her lips.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Word Count: 963
Note: GBU AU
There were, Ben was swiftly coming to realize, significant drawbacks to the promise he had extracted from his younger boyfriend. If he had been a smarter man, or perhaps merely one made of sterner materials, he would have extended the terms of their rather unusual agreement to cover all forms of contact excluding perhaps hugging or the occasional peck to the cheek. However, as it stood, their arrangement allowed for a far greater range of contact, nearly everything except for the actual act of intercourse itself. At present, oral pleasures were also prohibited but the history professor had a strong feeling that Shanks would soon wear him down on even that point. The redhead was simply too strong of a temptation.
As well, the forbidden act only seemed to heighten all other contact, made it that much more meaningful. Before he’d made Shanks swear on a commingled stack of important text books, Ben had never known just how much want could be roused in him from something so seemingly simple as a kiss. But now, even that most basic demonstration of feeling was charged with a level of tension and desire far greater than he’d ever experienced. Common actions took on new significance and sometimes it was all he could do to drag his thoughts from their speculative musing on just what it would be like to finally claim the willowy young man that had insinuated himself into nearly every aspect of his life.
Case in point: a simple walk down the street after sharing a late night cup of coffee (or cappuchino in Shanks’ case). They were merely strolling along on the sidewalk, Shanks to his right and slightly ahead. The redhead was swinging his slender but well-toned arms absently, speaking about some new class or other he had to assistant teach. With each backward sweep of his arms, the fingertips of his left hand feathered lightly across Ben’s forearm. An innocent touch, to be sure, but with their unwritten contract raised as a formidable barrier between them, it transformed into so much more. It didn’t help, of course, that the British Literature graduate student had a very particular way of walking. His hips shifted in such a way that they drew attention to themselves and to the well-formed curve of buttock moving beneath the not-nearly-baggy-enough shorts. Shanks claimed it was a result of his time at sea, but Ben (no stranger to the waves himself) had his doubts. It was far more likely that the redhead had developed his provocative stride to attract attention and now it was merely habit. Or, equally likely, it was a deliberate temptation.
Certainly the slim, strong fingers that closed over Ben’s wrist, tugging him abruptly into a shadowed alley, were no accident. Nor was it possible to mistake the thigh suddenly insinuated between his own, the hardness pressing insistently against his hip. As for the quick spate of rubbing and grinding, well, that was about as innocent as the tongue currently trying to feel out each and every one of his teeth. It took the feeling of lightly calloused hands carefully trying to sneak down the front of his trousers to break the spell. The professor tore away from the soft, wet haven of Shanks’ mouth with a strangled cry of protest, hands he hadn’t realized were cupping the redhead’s ass coming up to grab his arm and hold him motionless.
“No,” Ben panted as he struggled for air. “No…we…can’t.”
“Why not?” Shanks’ questioned reply was equally breathless, the younger man squirming against the tight grip that held his body still. “It’s not oral and I KNOW you’re not gonna fuck me…”
“It’s because it’s out in public, moron, right where anyone could happen upon us. Being arrested for indecent exposure or the committing of lewd or indecent acts does not strike me as a good time.”
“Awwww, c’mon gunslinger! It wouldn’t take long and I really need it. I’m still a growin’ boy an’ all.”
The last was said with a carefree grin and accentuated with an unsubtle thrust against his legs. Ben frowned and tried VERY hard to forget about the problem straining the front of his own pants.
“I told you, stop calling me that ridiculous nickname. And while boy you may be, I’m afraid to inform you that…” Here he paused, straightened, made sure that he came close to actually looming over the slighter man. “You, sir, are fully grown.”
“No fair. Stop implyin’ I’m short. At least….at least lemme kiss you one more time. Something to hold me over until we’re not in your so-called public.”
There was little he could do about the sudden forward surge of the other’s body against his. Shanks was about as withstandable as the tide when he wanted to be. The redhead’s clever tongue swept into his unresisting mouth once more and a warm palm settled briefly over his groin before both vanished. He felt cold and bereft despite the heat of the southern California evening and the graduate student grinning broadly at him from only a few feet away. Ben cursed once more his lack of resolve and stuffed his hands into his pockets so as to resist the urge to grab Shanks and pin him to the wall before kissing him senseless.
Poorly shielded by his thin veil of composure, the history professor straightened his back and tossed his head so that the few loose strands of hair settled once more behind his shoulders. He nodded at the sidewalk, concrete faintly lit by the same streetlight that was casting shadows about them. And this time, this time when they resumed their walk, he didn’t allow Shanks to walk ahead of him. There was, after all, only so much a man could take.
Title: Dropped By
Rating: G
Pairing: Kasumi/Maggie
Word Count: 614
She doesn’t know there will be a visitor coming. Her sisters do, and Michelle grins broadly at the tablecloth and at the closet all day long until Anita smacks her and tugs her away. Nenene just shakes her head and hides the soft smile that threatens to break her usually prickly exterior. Nerima is nothing like the more downtown wards of Tokyo in which her old apartment was located and somehow, having heard much about their new home and witnessing all that her housemates can do, she is not surprised at all with how well and how quickly their strange little family has managed to fit in.
Maggie is quiet. She fidgets behind the shield of the floor-sweeping tablecloth and can’t seem to find a comfortable position on the floor of her closet. The stack of books that surround her two favorite spots for once do not shrink and grow as she finishes one selection and finds another to add to the pile. She’s been nervous plenty of times before. But somehow staring down death no longer seems nearly as frightening as determining just what exactly she’s supposed to do. After all, it’s Valentine’s Day. And while she’s given cards to her sisters and to Nenene and mailed several to the other friends they’ve made, this is the first time she’s ever had someone that she could truly share the holiday with, in the truest sense of its spirit.
It’s hard and strange because, despite her short hair and penchant for men’s clothing, she is after all, female. And that would dictate that she be the one to act. But her…dating partner…is female as well. She has a hard time imagining just who besides Kasumi Tendo could best exemplify the feminine ideal. Kasumi is gentle and sweet, with soft long hair that falls below her waist. She wears skirts and a well-starched, ruffled apron and a crisp bow perches jauntily on the back of her head. The eldest Tendo daughter as the disposition of an angel and her cooking is heavenly. There is no way she could have failed to attract a wealthy and proper husband had she wished. Instead she has chosen Maggie; tall, gawky, shy, unfeminine Maggie. And Maggie has no idea just what to do about it, especially on such an important day.
Thankfully her sisters know, and they keep her distracted until just around dinner time before they suddenly dash out, dragging Nenene along. Maggie is alone in the apartment with all of her niggling worries. She tries to stayed curled into a ball, making her presence as small as possible, but the usual comfort she draws from that act is missing. Pacing doesn’t help either, nor does her distracted attempt at alphabetizing the stacks around her closet. Her hand hovers just over the receiver of the phone and she pulls it way for what has to be the twelfth or thirteenth time. Kasumi has a large family, she knows, and it is likely that the girl is busy with them. Still…
Even as she finally summons the resolve to pick the phone up off its cradle and begins to punch in familiar numbers, there is a knock at the front door. Somewhat disgruntled, although one could never tell from the sweet expression of confusion still on her face, Maggie sets the phone down and goes to see who it is. Beyond the closed door, Kasumi Tendo waits; a chocolate cake in one hand, a bag of take out (she felt it somehow more fitting for the occasion seeing as she had cooked for Maggie so many times already) in the other, and a gentle, happy smile on her lips.
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Date: 2006-02-24 03:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-24 05:12 pm (UTC)And yes, we need to finish that RP! It's turning out a LOT longer than I originally expected - not that I mind, because Shanks needs sex~ ♥