So Very Meta - From rude_not_ginger

[thecricketer]

If you want to have your pup have some sort of sexual relations with mine, comment here! I'll write a drabble that does just that!

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[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Steps in line.

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

She knows him from a future of dark eyes and sharp lines; he knows her from a future of dusty pages and dry conjecture.

He was always rather enamoured with them, and when she speaks they come to life. When he does, she hears softer echoes of a lonely god.

They speak of what they can, and find that there is something between them beyond memories of what will be.

One day she presses him against a wall, and his protests die upon her lips. When his hands begin to roam their touch is tentative, almost reverent.

Light laughter falls against his throat, warming his flesh, and she leads him to her bed.

There, she sheds him of hesitation with elegant hands, and teaches him to be passionate again.

[thisway-comes.livejournal.com]

*queues up*

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

Her lips are the colour of grass turned to dust; his eyes are a forest on fire under a dead sun.

It is only a matter of Time before she kisses him again, and this time, he does not freeze, he does not turn away, and his lips don't part for the words stinging his tongue.

She presses him against the console, and he can't find it in himself to mind when her tongue parts them instead, when she presses her thigh between his legs.

He does, however, gasp "Mind the controls…" when her lips move to his throat.

She tilts her head up and gives him that disdainfully incredulous look that he's grown so used to. He's quite fond of it, when it's directed at someone else.

Instead of a sharp retort she bites his neck, and it makes his breath catch. He can feel her smirk against his skin, and it makes him smile, makes his eyes glint as his nails brush up her thigh.

Together they move and mourn and tease and shout; there is sorrow and affection, remorse and kinship. Their minds meet and flinch away and meet again, and some is shared and some is kept hidden.

When it is over they stand together, bare in the stark light of TARDIS, on of the last in the universe, and they hold one another.

"Do you think that was a good idea?" His voice is breathless, and uncertain, and his arms never fall.

She smiles at him. There is wariness behind that smile, doubt and guilt and apprehension, but it is warm all the same.

"I think we should do it again."

[thisway-comes.livejournal.com]

Brilliantly and beautifully done, as always. Thank you! :)

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

:D Thank you. I'm very glad you liked it.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

MEME

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

They're arguing. It was a very significant argument at first, a familiar spar of cold purpose and righteous indignation, and the bitterness between someone who knows too much and understands too little.

Somehow it devolves, as these things do once all the circles have been run and the walls battered, and they debate petty things. Things like who's managed more stable relationships, and then spiralling into who is (was) better at the ageless game of pleasure.

Somehow, the younger ends up shoved against a roundel with a tongue invading his mouth. A smirk dances in dances in his own eyes, darker with simple chance and unknown centuries.

His smile is so very smug as he pulls away. The cat that ate the canary with its paws behind its back.

The Doctor stares at him. The Doctor stares back.

He begins to turn away, coat billowing around his pinstripes dramatically as he moves.

Suddenly there's a hand on his shoulder, yanking him back and spinning him around, pressing him against the wall.

A smirk dances in his own eyes, obscured by the colour of skies and the softness of youth.

"I believe it's my turn."

[cpt-j-harkness.livejournal.com]

You know you have to.

[eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com]

Hah. I comment!

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

*waves*

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Oh, but of course. Please do.

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Me please.

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He is teaching her to dance. A true Viennese waltz, turns and change steps and nothing more.

It is the oldest of all ballroom dances, and he tells her so; she is unimpressed, and she tells him so.

He is firmer than he seems, and she is more graceful than she knows. After a while she is leading, and it's not about instruction anymore.

It is about finding peace in movement, freedom in silence, comfort in closeness.

When she kisses him, he knows she is thinking, at least in part, of the man he will be.

He doesn't stop her.

((I even managed sticking to 100 words!))

OOC

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

Brillant, and beautiful, and just a little haunting.

You have Ace pegged just as well as you do Five.

A cookie for 100 words.

PS- I'm up to Warrior of the Deep. I wanted to cry when Nyssa left. (Which is why I'm now listening to Five/Nyssa BFA's)

Re: OOC

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

*beams* Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it. That's the first time I've ever written Ace.

Ooh, Warriors. That's where "There should have been another way" comes from.

Oh, so did I. "She'll die here" definitely got to me. (*grin* They make a brilliant pair, don't they?)