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07 April 2011 @ 02:17 pm
get a grip, turn yourself on a dime  
One assignment away from finishing my first term of grad school. And it's a blogging assignment. Oh yeah, LJ is officially valuable work experience. J'adore le "new media."

Gacked from urbancate  as threatened :)

MAKEOUT MEME: Pick a pairing from any fandom, and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words about the kiss that happened in that context.

I do nu!Trek, The Big Bang Theory, Sherlock, real!TV, fake!TV, books in the public domain...pretty much anything, really. Hit me up.
Current Music: How You Do- Matthew Puckett
brown-eyed girl: karl - lensflareurbancate on April 8th, 2011 02:10 am (UTC)
I am taking this opportunity to ask for some fake!TV - Conductor, The Age of Steel.

Quinn/Valeria. A factory at night.
Penelope: McCoyhalfpenny_press on April 8th, 2011 09:24 am (UTC)
Valeria keeps her composure through the remainder of the assembly. Dr. Pelling's explications of his work, while stimulating, tend toward the technical, and Valeria is in no mood to sift through her limited knowledge of electric theory. She can feel Hawkins staring at her. She keeps her gaze forward, expression placid. She had not survived 12 years of finishing school to make a scene in a deserted warehouse hours after all decent citizens were abed. Still. Still, she can feel him, a heavy, coal-scented presence behind her. Dr. Pelling mentions the increase in Marshall patrons and Quinn shifts behind her. Valeria is intensely, painfully tempted to lean backwards against him. She wonders if he would be warm.

The meeting disperses, the Movement collective vanishing into darkened streets and inky shadows. Valeria remains, dropping her even-handed notes into her silk reticule, tidying the room aimlessly. Waiting. A strong hand on her elbow and a flurry of motion, and now she's tucked into an alcove, her back pressed into the freezing stone wall. "What was that all about," Quinn demands and Valeria's stomach twists. She pulls her arm free, but Quinn doesn't move back. "You had no right to volunteer to carry those plans." His accent is thicker than usual.

Valeria lifts her chin. "I have the same right as anyone else in the Movement. More even." Quinn frowned more deeply. "No one will suspect me of planting them in the mayor's house." He looks so distressed at the very thought that Valeria softens. She reaches out to touch his hand. "You have no cause to worry, Mr. Hawkins." Quinn jerks away from her touch and the last of Valeria's sympathy disappears. "Now if you'll excuse me--"

He pushes her against the wall, and oh, he is warm, warmer than Valeria imagined, and she did imagine this, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against her. "No cause to worry," he repeats, to himself, as if he cannot believe the words. "No cause-- you could be caught." She shivers and Quinn must think it's fear. "They'd kill you," he whispers, tracing his thumbs over and over her wrists. "Or worse."

"Mr. Hawkins--" And then she can't speak anymore because he's kissing her, frantic and too hard, and Valeria slides her hands up, up to the rough line of his jaw. He slides a leg forward, bunching her skirts together, and Valeria has never hated anything like she hates her petticoats at this moment. If she could just get them out of the way, he could--

And then, it's over. Quinn pulls away, his mouth leaving hers with a wet pop that sends shocks of need through Valeria. "I-that was--" Quinn looks at her, then apparently thinks better of it and squeezes his eyes shut. "Good night, Miss Kingston."

Shame burns through Valeria. She passes trembling hands over her wrinkled frock coat, smooths down her disheveled hair. "Good night, Mr. Hawkins," she manages in a cool, even tone, and leaves without a backward glance. The cold night air dulls the flaming in her cheeks. She'll show him, she vows, dynamo blueprints folded neatly in her bag. She'll show them all.
brown-eyed girl: karl - extra lensflareurbancate on April 8th, 2011 01:16 pm (UTC)
Oh, OH. This so many million shades of perfect! I want this show on my tv NOW.
hiddencaithiddencait on April 8th, 2011 04:12 pm (UTC)
So this was not my request but damn... just whew *fans herself*
seren_ccd: Karl Urbanseren_ccd on April 9th, 2011 02:52 pm (UTC)
Oh! Oh, oh, OH. Yes. Definitely. YES.
hiddencaithiddencait on April 8th, 2011 04:44 am (UTC)
Ooo choices... ummm AUSheriff Jim and anybody ala Blood in the Saddle lol
Penelope: Fanfic Therapyhalfpenny_press on April 8th, 2011 07:57 am (UTC)
Ahahaha oh dear, Jimmy Kirk. Everything I try to include him in a story, it turns into the James T. Kirk Hour of LOL, and I end up cutting him out. Probably also something to do with how hard I ship Kirk/Me. BUT I DIGRESS.

The saloon was a pitiful sight, make no mistake about that. Dust stood damn-near ankle high on the back tables and spidery cracks in the wall plaster let slivers of light in where the grubby window failed. But it had liquor and a half-decent game of poker going on, and Jim Kirk was sick to death of that uptight, stuffed shirt from back East bitching and moaning about the railroad time tables. Jesus, it was like he wasn't even human. And now with McCoy off God knows where doing God knows what, leaving Miss Chapel behind and everyone saying what gets said in times like this, well. Jimmy tipped back another slug of blisteringly bitter whisky. He needed something to take his mind off the unholy mess that was South Pass.

"Hello stranger." Jimmy looked up. She was half-leaning over the empty chair across the table, looking sweet and simple and damn, but Jimmy hoped she was working this evening. She tipped her head to one side, hot-tonged curls slipping over her shoulder. "You look a little lonely over here on your own." Red hair, Lord help him, but Jimmy could never say no to red hair.

Jimmy grinned, teeth and charm and promise. That smile had both prevented and instigated hangings. "I am," he said, "terribly, terribly lonely. Come on over here and let me tell you all about it."

Two hours and a full bottle of horrific whisky later, Jimmy had his hands in that hair, pulling his fingers through in long, slow strokes. The girl was mewling under him, little pants for breath hot against his cheek. "Jim," she breathed. "Jim--oh!" He fitted his mouth back to hers and sucked at her lower lip, easy unhurried pulls.

"Never got your name," he panted, hands outlining the boning of her corset. "You oughta tell me your name." He nuzzled at her neck and she giggled. "Or I'll feel so cheap." And suddenly, the gun slung low at his side was no longer at his side, but instead pressed into his ribs.

The girl smiled, sweetness and light with a edge of violence, and Jimmy felt his knees get weaker. "I'll be after your cash now," she said. She sounded just like Scotty, all her flat twang gone in an instant. Jimmy handed over the money thinking, she played me, I catch crooks for a living and I never saw her coming, can't believe I just got rolled, oh god, I want her.

Long story short? Jimmy ended up tied to the bedpost in one of the upstairs rooms, stripped to the skin, and half in-love. "What's your name?" he asked one last time as the local deputy pounded on the door.

She smiled again, batted long lashes over baby blue eyes. "Now that would be telling," she cooed and shimmied out the window. Jimmy tipped his head back against the wall and waited for the door to give under the deputy's kicks. Red-heads, he thought, thrilled and unsatisfied. Getcha every time.

omg, what is my life?
hiddencaithiddencait on April 8th, 2011 04:11 pm (UTC)
ajhahahahahahahsljdfalksjfljkalksjdkfl Redheads for the win. Am I wrong in guessing Gaila? But dude.. he totally deserves the karma of this one! And yowza.. naked and tied to the bed? I'm not sure I'd leave, deputies or no! lol

But yeah, I totally understand the Meship.. it's why I tend to "accidently" end up with OCs anytime I write for well.. anything Karl ends up it lol
seren_ccd: Red Eye - Lisa/Jacksonseren_ccd on April 8th, 2011 08:16 am (UTC)
Hmmm, oh you know I'm going there.

Kyle/Meghan from my fake tv show!
Penelope: RedEyehalfpenny_press on April 13th, 2011 04:21 am (UTC)
Ahaha, so this prompt kiiinda got away from me. Your choices? I can post a snippet of what I've got here, have an actual post with a link to your TV summary, or just send you the file on your own. Kyle and Meghan, man, I just...they're so f@#%ing in LOVE and they only JUST MET. I was going for fun and bouncy and BOOM. FEELINGS.

(I have a Red Eye icon now. Like most things, I blame you)
seren_ccd: Red Eye - Lisa/Jacksonseren_ccd on April 13th, 2011 07:47 am (UTC)
Oooh! Post! Go for it! I'll keep an eye out for it!

~FEELINGS~!!!! Mwahahahahaha!
kidiluge on April 8th, 2011 11:33 am (UTC)
Great post! I want to see a follow up to this topic