Go On - KILL ME!! Fic Challenge

[trancer21]

Yeah, I know, I owe a whole lotta people a whole buncha fic. But, I found this meme that's floating about the net and figured I've give it a shot. I'm bored. I'm at work. I'm dying here people!.

Anyway, it's supposed to be 30 aspects about one character, but I'm not sure I wanna write about just *one* character. So, claim an aspect, pick a character from a show you know I can write (or you know, not, 'cuz I'm really itching to write some Farscape fic), add a prompt and/or pairing and I'll write you a drabble in the comments.

The List

1. Naughty Girl		2. Happy Girl
3. Sly Girl		4. Angsty Girl
5. On-Vacation Girl		6. Horny Girl	"Want" (Bad Girls) for ralst
7.Changing In The ___ Girl	Claimed	8. Excited Girl
9. Book Reading Girl	"The Little Things" (SVU) for bookgrrrl	10. Dancing Girl	"The Incentive" (Grey's) for lostingeekdom
11. Jealous Girl		12. Turned On Girl
13. Caring Girl		14. On Her Knees Girl	"Anticipation" (BoP) for ariestess
15. Obedient Girl		16. Dominant Girl
17. Losing Her Virginity Girl		18. Naive Girl
19. Eating Her Lunch and Drinking From a Soda Bottle Girl		20. Greedy Girl	Claimed
21. Daring Girl		22. Exploring Girl
23. Swimming In The Buff Girl	"Moment of Trust" (BoP) for amandeo	24. Bath-Time Girl	"Humpty Dumpty" (CSI) for ralst
25. Disheveled Girl	Claimed	26. Exhausted Girl
27.Well-Shagged Girl		28. Kick Ass Girl	"Aperitif" (BoP) for ralst
29. Injured Girl	"A Little TLC" (BSG) for mantaraggio	30. Protective Girl	"The Price" (BSG) for mantaraggio

Comments

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

6. Horny Girl Helen Stewart/Nikki Wade from Teh Bad Girls Prompt= Nikki's down the block again

Bad Girls - Want

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Want

**

Helen leaned against the door, keys mere millimeters from the lock; the only obstacle between her and the person on the other side - the mere flick of her wrist.

“Why do you have to make it so hard, Nikki?”

Nikki could hear the exasperation in her voice, the longing, the frustration. And she didn’t care. Didn’t care about decorum, or rules, or anything but having Helen near, without the barrier of an inch thick steel door, or prying eyes. Like a dog with a bone, she’d had a taste of Heaven and, now, didn’t want to let go. Wouldn’t let go. Not when it was so near she could taste it on her lips.

“Open the door, Helen.”

“Nikki,” she exhaled in a frustrated sigh.

“I want to kiss you,” she purred in a low quiet voice. So low Helen had to strain to hear. “On that spot behind your ear as my hands caress the small of your back. Move my lips across your throat, feel you moan against my tongue.”

Helen Stewart wanted a lot of things. Right now, Helen wanted to scratch the itch crawling up and down her spine, twisting around the pit of her stomach and tingling the inside of her thighs. An itch that had a name, a face; a touch she shouldn't have known, a taste still lingering on her tongue.

She turned the key.

She wanted no more.

[ariestess]

Oh, there are several I'd like to pick, but I'll be good and pick just one...

#14. On-Her-Knees Girl, Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel, BoP series

Anticipation - Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy

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Anticipation.

That’s what Harley loved the most. The anticipation. The unknown, wondering, imagining, desiring what the next course of action would be. Of course, the anticipation was all she really had. No one ever really met her expectations. No matter how hard she wanted, coaxed, dictated, demanded. No one could hit that spot, hit every note in a perfect symphony of flesh and sweat, pain and pleasure.

But, she kept trying. Kept anticipating. They bent her, beat her, fucked her but no one had ever broken her, even her sweet Mr. J, to Harley‘s chagrin. And she waited, anticipation leading to a vicious cycle of hope, disappointment, to frustration and back around again.

Even now, on her knees on the cold stone floor, hands bound behind her back, wearing nothing more than a collar, the anticipation kept her warm. The seeds of disappointment sprouted like weeds in the back of her mind.

Eventually, the door to her cell opened. Head still bowed, she gazed through her bangs at dangerously high heels supporting impossibly long legs. Heels clacked loudly on the stone floor.

"I hope you're not another disappointment,” she drawled, pulling the long coat off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Eschewed the normal black bodice for one colored entirely in hues of green. "There've been soo many disappointments these days."

"I'll try my best," she clipped, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Quickly, deftly, she was on her. Hands, threading through Harley's hair with a vice-like grip, yanked Harley's head back. She stared into deep, emerald eyes, surrounded hair that rolled off her shoulders in waves of crimson. Harley heard the hitch in her voice, felt the shiver that trembled down her spine.

“I didn’t tell you to speak, now did I?” The green eyes sparked with an insanity that made Harley‘s toes curl in delight. “And before you answer, I don’t like Mistress or Madame, that’s soo passe.” She released her grip, stood before Harley. “Call me Ivy. Now, choose your safety word.”

Harley tilted her head upwards, the anticipation coursing through her veins, coloring her skin, tingling the insides of her thighs. The anticipated that maybe, just maybe, this Ivy would do her right. She smiled and licked her lips.

“More.”

END

[mantaraggio.livejournal.com]

Ooh! Fun!

Ummm... Injured girl/Starbuck and Protective girl/Boomer. Maybe if they had gotten separated from the rest of the troops on Caprica. Or you could switch it to Starbuck protecting Boomer. Whatever you write will be great, I'm sure.

#30 Protective Sharon - BSG; Sharon/Starbuck

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Let her die, Sharon

The voice spoke in a symphony of chaos and order. It was their mission, HER mission. Destroy them. Destroy them all. Humans were fallible, destructive, imperfect. Aberrations. As an instrument of God, it was her duty, her purpose to do what it took to erase this blight of imperfection from the universe.

But, this wasn’t a, an, or any human. This was Starbuck. Starbuck! Her best friend. The one who taught her how to kiss, drink, fight, fly, frak. Even if Starbuck didn’t know that many of those had been Sharon’s firsts. The first kiss shared sloppily over a bottle of Ambrosia. Her first frak, a clumsy, hot, crazy tangle of skin, sweat and exploring fingers.

The one who, when the entire Fleet wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in Sharon’s head, stood in front of their barrels and said ‘no’.

She’d been her first taste of real human emotion. When she discovered how fragile humans really were. Held Starbuck in her arms until the tears stained Sharon’s sweatshirt, the shudders subsided and she fell asleep in Sharon’s arms.

Starbuck. Who now lay on the stony ground battered, broken and bleeding. Ragged coughs with sprays of blood sputtered from her lips. It made her question everything she knew, felt, believed.

Let her die, Sharon

She’s human, Sharon

“No!” She pressed her palms to her ears, screaming back at the voice. “Not her. Not Starbuck.”

She pulled out a pocketknife. Jabbed it deep into the side of her neck. Ignored the pain, the blood, the fear. Severed the connection between herself and the collective. And, just like that, the voices were gone.

She knelt down next to Starbuck, gently shaking the woman. “Starbuck, come on, baby. Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP!” She gripped Starbuck by the lapels, jerking the woman up. “Captain Thrace!”

Starbuck’s eyes fluttered open. Sharon swallowed her cry of joy.

“Move it, soldier!”

The words jarred Starbuck from her unconsciousness. Not much, but enough. Sharon pulled Starbuck’s arm over her shoulders. She didn’t know what kind of Hell awaited her for disobeying her God. But, she’d betrayed so many, sinned so much, paid so high a price. She would not pay anymore. Not with Starbuck.

The Gods be damned.

END

#29 Injured Starbuck - BSG; Sharon/Starbuck

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**

“This is all your fault, you know,” Kara huffed angrily, sliding gingerly onto her bunk.

“How’s this MY fault?” Sharon gaped at her.

Kara folded her arms across her chest, trying valiantly not to blush. “It’s bruised.”

“What?”

“There’s like a bone or something down there and when we..” she trailed off unable to repeat the words. “You broke my vagina.”

Sharon held a hand over her mouth, tried desperately not to giggle. And failed. Starbuck shot her an angry look. She raised her hands defensively. “It was your idea in the first place.”

“You didn’t have to say ‘yes’.”

“Well, if I would have known it could break your vagina, I would have,” she sat down on the edge of the bunk, her fingers edging towards the button on Kara’s slacks. “Can I see?”

“NO!” Kara swatted her hand away. “This isn’t funny, Sharon. The Doc says I have to stay on my back for a coupla days.”

“I thought you liked being on your back!” She laughed, dodged the fist aiming for her arm but winding up taking the punch anyway. She paused, her eyes going all smoky and bedroomy. “C’mon, let me see it.”

“Sharon,” Kara sighed.

“Please,” Sharon smiled at the lack of resistance as she undid the button. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. Let me make this right.”

“How?”

“Oh, you know,” she straddled Starbuck’s legs, planted a kiss on the exposed stomach, her hands pulling the slacks down Starbuck’s hips. “A little TLC. Maybe,” she wiggled her eyebrows lasciviously, “kiss it and make it better.”

“Well,” Starbuck’s lips cracked into the tiniest of smiles as she pulled her hands behind her head. “You did break it. The least I could do is let you try to fix it.”

“Mmmm, I‘m very good at trying. And this time, ” Sharon purred, pulling a thigh over her shoulder. “I‘ll get it right.”

END

[lostingeekdom.livejournal.com]

Ok, I'll play.

#10 - dancing girl

[lostingeekdom.livejournal.com]

Oh, and I meant to add Izzie /Addison.

#10 Dancing Izzie - Grey's Anatomy, Izzie/Addison

[trancer21.livejournal.com]

**

“C’mon Addison,” Izzie pleaded. “You know you wanna.”

Addison peered over the top of her glasses. Gazed across the bed and at the woman dancing in front of it. It’s not the fact that Izzie was wearing nothing more than her bra and panties. Or the way her body shimmied to the beat. Or the expression on her face, a combination of bemusement and a sultry come hither that, normally, would have had Addison jumping out of the bed and pressing her lips against Izzie’s until they were both breathless. No, the problem was Izzie was dancing -

To the Macarena.

Isobel Stevens loved the Macarena. Un-ironically. Unapologetically. Fully and totally. It was her pick me up song. The one she listened to that always put a smile on her face, picked her up when she was feeling a bit down. It’s not that Addison begrudged Izzie’s personal song choice. But, she may listen to it, she may watch Izzie dance to it, but it would be a dark day in Hell when Addison Montgomery danced the Macarena.

“Oh, I know,” her smile stretched wider. “You need an incentive.”

“Izzie, there isn’t an incentive in the world..” her voice stopped abruptly. The magazine in her hands now draped with a brassiere. Izzie’s brassiere. She pulled the magazine down from her line of vision.

Izzie still stood in front of the bed. Her back turned to Addison, head turned over her shoulder making sure the redhead was watching, hips swaying back and forth seductively. “Need more of an incentive?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

She slid her hands down her side, fingers catching inside the band of her panties. Slowly, teasingly, while her hips still swayed to the beat and pulled them down off her legs. She pulled them taut between her hands and sling-shot them at Addison. “Still need an incentive?”

Addison tossed the magazine onto the floor. Held out her enclosed hand, curling her finger, waving Izzie towards her. “C’mere.”

Izzie moved forward, crawling towards Addison, over long legs, straddling Addison’s hips. “I don’t have anything else to bribe you with?”

“Mmmm,” Addison purred. “There’s always your lips,” she rolled the two over, pinning Izzie to the mattress. Taking her time to explore Izzie’s mouth with her own. “And then,” she paused long enough to raise a playful eyebrow. “There are the other parts.”

“And how many of my parts do I have to bribe you with until you’ll dance with me?”

“Mmm,” Addison looked up as she began her descent down Izzie’s frame. “I’ll let you know when I get there.”

END

[bookgrrrl.livejournal.com]

#9, book reading girl of course!

Alex please, either solo or Pre-fuckwit Olivia slash, please.

#9 Book Reading Alex - SVU; Alex/Olivia

[trancer21.livejournal.com]

**

Alex felt a shiver run down her spine as her fingers grazed over the surface. Delighted in the smooth and slightly raspy texture. Moved her fingers slowly, methodically. Not wanting to miss a hair as she memorized the feel of it against her skin. Rolled it over, repeated the same on the other side. Traced every line, every curve, ridge, bump and smooth surface.

Her eyes took on a glassy, entranced gaze as her fingers delicately, but sternly, began to open it. Gazed down with a seductive reverence. She leaned down low, inhaled the deep musky scent. Surreptitiously licked the corner of her mouth as her eyes scanned about, wanting to consume it immediately, and savor it slowly all at once.

It brought back memories. Memories of her first time, when she realized how this could make her feel things she’d never realized before. Take her to places she didn’t know existed. Barely out of puberty, huddled under the covers as her heart raced, sweat dotted her skin, heated breaths panting from her lips.

“Jesus,” Olivia muttered, staring at the woman over the lip of her coffee cup. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be a book more in my life.”

“I like books,” Alex muttered. Couldn’t stop the blush creeping on her cheeks no matter how hard she tried. She closed the book before her, gently setting it back into the gift box. “You know what’s better than a book?”

Olivia swallowed hard, not quite believing the look on Alex’s face was meant for her. “What?”

She leaned in close, lips gently caressing the corner of Olivia‘s mouth. “Thanking the person who gave it to me.”

END

[ralst.livejournal.com]

9. Book-Reading Girl - Barbara Gordon: Barbara/Helena, Birds of Prey

[ralst.livejournal.com]

Whoops, someone beat me to number 9, so I guess I have to choose again?

28. Kick-Ass Girl - Helena Kyle: Barbara/Helena, Birds of Prey

[amandeo.livejournal.com]

23. Swimming-in-the-buff Black Canary - Black Canary/Oracle, BoP Comics.

25. Disheveled Aeryn - Aeryn/Go fucking nuts, Farscape (I miss that show too.)

#23 Swimming In The Buff Dinah

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**

Barbara swallowed hard. Watched as Dinah rose from the waters of the pool as if walking out of a Botticelli canvas. The water cascaded down her skin, skin glistening from the moonlight, highlighting every line, every curve, every surface in a sensual visual symphony. She tried hard to keep her eyes locked on the pale blue eyes but couldn’t help the furtive glances, or the way her mouth opened, dry tongue trying valiantly to moisten suddenly dry lips.

“What are you doing?” Barbara asked, offered no resistance as Dinah began to unzip the front of Barbara’s sweater.

“I’m tired of watching you watch me. So,” her fingers danced across smooth shoulders, pulling the sweater downwards. “I’m taking you with me.”

“Where?”

“Genius IQ and you can’t figure that one out.”

Her heart began to palpitate for reasons other than the very attractive, very naked woman standing before her. She used to be a good swimmer. A GREAT swimmer. Back when her coach used to look at her with gold medals in his eyes. Back when her legs worked, when she could run, jump, feel the grass between her toes..

Dinah noticed the blank expression. Lifted Barbara’s chin with her fingers. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Good, then let’s get you naked.”

Barbara watched her toes break the surface, bobbing up and down like tiny little beacons. Imagined phantom sensations across her legs. Dinah beneath her, holding her steady as they drifted across the surface. Felt the warmth of her against her back. Strong. Sturdy. Secure.

“What are you thinking about?” Dinah asked.

“Would you be surprised if I said nothing?”

“No, but I would think you were lying.”

Barbara chuckled. Because Dinah was right, she was lying. But, she’d been stumped by the question because even she didn’t have the vocabulary to express her herself eloquently enough. Instead, she changed the subject. “What are you thinking about?”

“You.”

Barbara rolled over. Ignored the feel of Dinah’s breasts, Dinah’s stomach against her own, and the strange yet familiar tingling in the pit of her stomach the sensations produced.

This time, it was Dinah‘s turn to swallow hard. “I never thought you’d ever trust me this much.”

Barbara smiled. Rested her head on Dinah’s shoulders. Felt the tiny waves lapping against their bodies. “Neither did I.”

END

[ralst.livejournal.com]

4. Angsty Girl - Addison - Addison/Izzie - patient related angst

[ralst.livejournal.com]

I said you might live to regret this:

24. Bath-Time Girl - Sara - Sara/Sofia - do de-contamination showers count? If so then, that.

20. Greedy Girl - Helena - Barbara/Helena - poptarts

[trancer21.livejournal.com]

The good news is - I'm stuck at work for the next couple hours with nothing to do *but* write. The bad news (or good depending on how you look at it) - I'm finally working on that Fastlane fic I owe you!

#24 - Humpty Dumpty

[trancer21.livejournal.com]

*Angst Alert!!*

CSI

Humpty Dumpty

**

Sara was in a dead sprint by the time she reached the showers. Word had spread fast and hard like a wildfire in August. Word fueled by rumors, innuendoes and speculation. All anyone knew was there had been an accident, the death toll still climbing even as Sara’s feet skidded to a halt.

She could hear water from the shower spray, the air thick, heavy and wet, mist cutting visibility to nil. She stepped cautiously, slowly into the shower room. Guided more by a sense of urgency, fear and dread than any directional cue. Followed the sound of the lone shower head spraying water onto the floor.

Sofia was huddled in a corner, knees folded up to her chest, one arm wrapped around them. Her eyes glued to a closed fist before her. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, through the mist, and the water showering her, Sofia didn’t look like a person, but a half-thing. The water cascaded over her in rivulets of crimson down her skin, pooling around her body before circling around the drain. Half her head, the side not directly under the spray, was mottled and dark, spattered with dark, wet things. Things Sara did not want to ascertain because she was certain those bits used to have names and faces, and now there wasn’t enough of the people she used to know to fill the coffins they would soon be burying.

“Sofia,” the word choked from her throat as she Sara knelt next to Sofia, ignoring the water saturating her clothes. Ran a hand over the side of Sofia’s scalp, trailing down to caress her face.

“They’re all gone,” Sofia mumbled. Her eyes still glued to her clenched fist, arm shaking heavily as her fingers clenched tightly.

“I know,” she spoke softly, drawing her arm around Sofia’s shoulder.

“I dropped it. When I reached down to pick it up, it..” her voice trailed as the words drowned in the back of her throat. Her face contorted and twisted like a child trying desperately not to cry and failing, as her chest heaved spastically, wracked with deep choking sobs. She turned into Sara, into the warm, comforting arms wrapping around her, fighting not to close her eyes because she knew the nightmare visions waiting beneath the straining lids.

“Shh,” Sara whispered. “I’ve got you.”

She drew her fingers over Sofia’s closed fist, gently eased the fingers open revealing a gold band with a tiny diamond strung through a now broken chain. Sara had never considered herself the sentimental type, and she certainly wasn’t one for weddings. But, it had seemed right at the time. And, just mere hours before, she’d dreamed of a day surrounded by the people she loved, making a commitment to the one she loved the most.

She’d been broken once and they’d put her back together. Now, nothing could bring them back, nothing could put them back together again. All she had left was Sofia. And, maybe if she was lucky enough, and loved her enough, Sara prayed she could put Sofia back together again.

END

[ralst.livejournal.com]

I was wondering if you had titles for all these fics?

[trancer21.livejournal.com]

Um, no...but I can make some stuff up if need be!

Fic Titles

[trancer21.livejournal.com]

Here's the list. I'll go back and fix everything else, later.

#6 - Want
#9 - The Little Things
#10 - The Incentive
#14 - Anticipation
#23 - Moment of Trust
#28 - Aperitif
#29 - A Little TLC
#30 - The Price

[warpedscientist.livejournal.com]

7. Changing-In-The-Batcave Girl - Barbara Gordon/Batgirl

16. Dominant Girl - Aeryn Sun

WS

Is this open to anyone?

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Hey... uhm... kinda planning to add you and just wondered if I could be a bitch and re-vive this? If yee then 13 - Caring Girl CSI:NY Linds/Stella. if ya can't then maybe Sara/Cath?