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Title: As The Storm Descends
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: PG
Summary: "You ruined my experiment," Charlie says. Don laughs.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None.
Notes/Warnings: Unbetaed. Title and cut text from Ivory Tower by Blackmore's Night, the lyrics of which I'm linking to because they're really kind of lovely.
Prompt: #124 Ivory Tower at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and I'm not profiting from this. It's only for fun.
Rain and mud are splashed all over Charlie's clothes, and his hair is dripping onto his nose and shoulders, but he can't stop grinning even when Don comes up beside him to sling a damp arm around his neck.
"You ruined my experiment," Charlie says. "You made us splash right through it!"
Don laughs.
"That's not a proper form of observation," Charlie insists.
"I know that," Don says, and pulls him in closer. He brushes Charlie's hair back out of his face. "But it's a lot more fun. You ready for a shower?"
"Oh." Charlie pauses. "Now I get it."
Title: As The Storm Descends
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: PG
Summary: "You ruined my experiment," Charlie says. Don laughs.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: None.
Notes/Warnings: Unbetaed. Title and cut text from Ivory Tower by Blackmore's Night, the lyrics of which I'm linking to because they're really kind of lovely.
Prompt: #124 Ivory Tower at
numb3rs100Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, and I'm not profiting from this. It's only for fun.
Rain and mud are splashed all over Charlie's clothes, and his hair is dripping onto his nose and shoulders, but he can't stop grinning even when Don comes up beside him to sling a damp arm around his neck.
"You ruined my experiment," Charlie says. "You made us splash right through it!"
Don laughs.
"That's not a proper form of observation," Charlie insists.
"I know that," Don says, and pulls him in closer. He brushes Charlie's hair back out of his face. "But it's a lot more fun. You ready for a shower?"
"Oh." Charlie pauses. "Now I get it."
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Date: 2007-09-12 07:19 am (UTC)DAMMIT, you had to put that image in my head, didn't you? EWWWWW.
But I like this a lot - very cute and very 'them.' Lovely.
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Date: 2007-09-12 07:21 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it! Thanks.
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Date: 2007-09-12 09:42 am (UTC)Ok, my brain is offline today. I got attacked by Vice on the bus (and the Boy later) so my thought processes aren't available. Any chance you'll explain this fic to me?
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Date: 2007-09-12 09:56 am (UTC)Um, yeah, okay. I was vaguely worried this fic wouldn't make sense, LOL. Basically, Charlie has some experiment going on involving, um, rain. Don finds him carrying out said experiment from some distance away, under shelter or whatever, and drags him out into the rain and mud and, I don't know. Maybe they wrestle. It's up to you. ;-) Um, so then Charlie's kind of indignant about it, but he lets it go once Don invites him into the shower, because OH, Don's style could be fun too.
OMG, I am a SUCKY writer. Sorry!
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Date: 2007-09-12 10:05 am (UTC)And OMG woman! You really don't read my fic do you? /pouts/ Vice is only my masterwork WIP. It's been languishing for months at 50 pages, but the muse slapped me upside the head for over an hour today with new scenes, assailing me with outlines, dialogue and even full visuals from not just Vice but the sequel Virtue. My brain pretty much went splodey. I'm still rather stunned.
You are NOT a sucky writer! We'll have none of that talk. /wags finger/
P.S. Holy shit woman! I know I've got a good reason to be up at this hour, but you should be in bed!
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Date: 2007-09-12 05:09 pm (UTC)You'll notice I didn't respond to this until the morning. I went to bed! Far too late.
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Date: 2007-09-12 05:30 pm (UTC)/is appropriately chastened/
And if I can't remember who's commented on my fic six months ago how can I remember who on my F-list isn't good with titles? Still, I'm just being unnecessarily petulant because I wrote six *SIX* long SPN fic and my SPN friends didn't even read one each. /weeps/
So sorry for dumping that angst on you. You're far better at commenting than the rest of them. Thank you.
In apologia, I offer Amita/Jo microfic!
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"I like it when you're domestic."
Amita slipped her arms around Jo's waist as she did the dishes, up to her elbows in suds as she attacked the greasy cast iron fry pan like it was possessed.
"You just hate your turn cleaning up," Jo scoffed.
"Well yeah, but do get a kick out of us playing house," Amita admitted. She swept Jo's long blonde tresses to the side and laid a kiss to her neck as she sidled up closer. "It's like that Prince song: Let's Pretend We're Married."
Jo let the pan fall back into the water as she stilled. "Isn't that song about having sex all night?"
Amita ran a hand across Jo's exposed belly, letting her fingertips dip just inside the waistband of her shorts.
"Yes."
Jo looked down at the sink, pondered it for a second or two then dismissed it.
"You know that pan really should soak for a while."
Amita's hand dipped inside.
"My thoughts exactly."
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Date: 2007-09-12 05:37 pm (UTC)NOW I'M HAPPY, EMMA. Now I'm happy. *smishes you* You got my characterizations of Jo/Amita pretty exact, too: they're domestic and have a lot of sex. :-D
Thank you, baby. (Now I'mma go study
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Date: 2007-09-12 05:52 pm (UTC)pornplease. ;-)¡Estudio ahora!
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Date: 2007-09-12 09:57 am (UTC)no subject
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