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tommygirlThese are the other two drabble/ficlets that I wrote during the Week of Drabble-A-Thons.
Title: Second Kisses Are Better
Rating: PG
Fandom & Pairing: Alias, Syd/Weiss
Written For: Day One – First Kisses of the Drabble-a-Thon
The thing about the kiss is that it comes out of nowhere. One minute Weiss is escorting her home after a debriefing like always and the next thing he knows, Sydney has him pinned against the door.
There are so many times he’s thought about kissing her that when it actually happens, he’s a little thrown off his game. He thinks to himself that it’s ridiculous. He’s kissed his fair share of women and they’ve all enjoyed it, but as Sydney wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers dragging through his hair, he feels like a blustering idiot.
And she seems to sense it too. She pulls back – something he definitely does not want – and stares at him intensely, as though she is extrapolating every single thought from his mind with one gaze. “Is this not okay, Eric?”
Weiss shakes his head because his throat picks that moment to close up and pulls her back against his chest. It's the only way to articulate want...need...now. She bites down on his lower lip and her tongue slides into his mouth and he tightens his hold on her, kissing back with everything that’s been building inside him for months.
And she sighs as she presses her hands into his chest and slips out of the embrace. She grins at him – that has to be a good sign – and says, “I’ve wanted that moment for awhile now.”
“Really?”
She nods and says, “You sound surprised. I guess I wasn’t as horribly obvious as I thought.”
“Definitely not. In fact, I probably would’ve enjoyed horribly obvious. Maybe I would’ve kissed you sooner,” Eric replies, feeling his nerves ease a bit. This, he could handle. This was like any of the millions of conversations they’ve had since Syd returned from the dead.
“I kissed you.”
“Semantics.”
She slides back against him and says, “And I’m going to kiss you again.”
Weiss holds his hands up in surrender and says, “I’m totally okay with that, Syd.”
{Fin}
Title: Swimming Isn't Even a Real Sport
Rating: PG-13
Fandom & Pairing: RPS, Jared/Jensen
Written For: Prompt # 13 at Day Four – Jealousy & Possessiveness of the Drabble-a-Thon
Jared stretched out on the couch, yawning loudly, in hopes that Jensen would get the hint and they could head to bed. Unfortunately, like the past few nights at home, Jensen’s attention was glued to the television screen as he cheered on Michael-fucking-Phelps to Olympic glory. Jared tried to point out that the dude couldn’t hear him and explain how stupid swimming was, but Jensen simply shrugged without even looking away from the coverage.
“Jen, c’mon man, this is stupid.”
Jensen swatted at him and said, “You can go to bed. I want to watch this."
"But why? It's not even a real sport. Anyone can fucking swim."
Jensen shot him an incredulous look and said, "No, they can't, and definitely not as fast or often as these guys. And this is history. Michael Phelps could become the greatest Olympian ever."
"And I should care because?"
"You don't have to, but I do. It’s his last race and I know how badly he wants this and I bet he’s freaking out.”
“You know? How would you know?” Jared arched an eyebrow.
“Well, uh, you know what I mean,” Jensen replied and Jared noticed that his eyes moved to the floor and his face flushed.
“Oh my god. Is there anyone in this entire country that you haven’t had sex with?”
“I didn’t have sex with Michael Phelps. We just started talking at some party about four years ago and occasionally keep in touch.”
“You totally had sex with him!"
"Jared..."
"That doesn't explain the keeping in touch though. Why would you keep in touch with him? What are you? Best friends? And why didn't I know about this before now?” Jared replied. He stood up so that he could properly hover over Jensen, making sure that he understood how fucking pissed Jared was. Not that he really had a reason to be angry. Logically, he knew that. Logically, he knew Jensen had this whole life before him and it didn’t really matter.
Except it damn well did when Jensen was bringing it into their life. And yeah, Jared had never been very good at sharing.
Jensen stared at him in that way that always got under Jared's skin and said, “Jesus Jared, you need to calm down. It’s nothing.”
“So sorry, am I blocking your view of your boyfriend?” Jared asked, purposefully moving his entire body until he was blocking the television.
Jensen rolled his eyes – pissing Jared off more – and said, “You’re insane.”
“Do you want to have sex with him?”
“I bet he wouldn’t make me deal with this shit, but no, I don’t want to have sex with him. And he’s not particularly interested in me that way,” Jensen replied, still way too calm for Jared’s liking.
“So what’s this obsession with swimming? Masturbation material?”
Jensen laughed, fists-gripping-the-couch laughs, and managed, “You’re such a fucking girl.”
“I hate you. I hate you and I hate swimming.”
“Can I help it if I have a thing for tall, lanky freaks of nature?” Jensen replied. He reached out and grabbed Jared’s hand.
The simple connection was enough to have Jared moving until he was straddling Jensen. His hands roamed up and down Jensen’s chest and Jared replied, “You’re mine.”
“You’re the only one who doubts it, asshole.”
Jared nodded, a small smile forming at the corners of his mouth, before he kissed Jensen. He found he was much better at expressing everything he felt – passion, love, insecurity – better with a single kiss than any amount of words.
Jensen always seemed to hear him better that way, too. Jensen’s hand clasped the back of Jared’s neck, his thumb stroking the skin there, deepening the kiss. As they pulled away, Jensen replied, “He’s a friend that I met at a party where neither of us really wanted to be. We were too incredibly uncomfortable losers chatting about football.”
Jared nodded again and said, “It’s fine, but I still hate swimming.”
{Fin}
Title: Second Kisses Are Better
Rating: PG
Fandom & Pairing: Alias, Syd/Weiss
Written For: Day One – First Kisses of the Drabble-a-Thon
The thing about the kiss is that it comes out of nowhere. One minute Weiss is escorting her home after a debriefing like always and the next thing he knows, Sydney has him pinned against the door.
There are so many times he’s thought about kissing her that when it actually happens, he’s a little thrown off his game. He thinks to himself that it’s ridiculous. He’s kissed his fair share of women and they’ve all enjoyed it, but as Sydney wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers dragging through his hair, he feels like a blustering idiot.
And she seems to sense it too. She pulls back – something he definitely does not want – and stares at him intensely, as though she is extrapolating every single thought from his mind with one gaze. “Is this not okay, Eric?”
Weiss shakes his head because his throat picks that moment to close up and pulls her back against his chest. It's the only way to articulate want...need...now. She bites down on his lower lip and her tongue slides into his mouth and he tightens his hold on her, kissing back with everything that’s been building inside him for months.
And she sighs as she presses her hands into his chest and slips out of the embrace. She grins at him – that has to be a good sign – and says, “I’ve wanted that moment for awhile now.”
“Really?”
She nods and says, “You sound surprised. I guess I wasn’t as horribly obvious as I thought.”
“Definitely not. In fact, I probably would’ve enjoyed horribly obvious. Maybe I would’ve kissed you sooner,” Eric replies, feeling his nerves ease a bit. This, he could handle. This was like any of the millions of conversations they’ve had since Syd returned from the dead.
“I kissed you.”
“Semantics.”
She slides back against him and says, “And I’m going to kiss you again.”
Weiss holds his hands up in surrender and says, “I’m totally okay with that, Syd.”
{Fin}
Title: Swimming Isn't Even a Real Sport
Rating: PG-13
Fandom & Pairing: RPS, Jared/Jensen
Written For: Prompt # 13 at Day Four – Jealousy & Possessiveness of the Drabble-a-Thon
Jared stretched out on the couch, yawning loudly, in hopes that Jensen would get the hint and they could head to bed. Unfortunately, like the past few nights at home, Jensen’s attention was glued to the television screen as he cheered on Michael-fucking-Phelps to Olympic glory. Jared tried to point out that the dude couldn’t hear him and explain how stupid swimming was, but Jensen simply shrugged without even looking away from the coverage.
“Jen, c’mon man, this is stupid.”
Jensen swatted at him and said, “You can go to bed. I want to watch this."
"But why? It's not even a real sport. Anyone can fucking swim."
Jensen shot him an incredulous look and said, "No, they can't, and definitely not as fast or often as these guys. And this is history. Michael Phelps could become the greatest Olympian ever."
"And I should care because?"
"You don't have to, but I do. It’s his last race and I know how badly he wants this and I bet he’s freaking out.”
“You know? How would you know?” Jared arched an eyebrow.
“Well, uh, you know what I mean,” Jensen replied and Jared noticed that his eyes moved to the floor and his face flushed.
“Oh my god. Is there anyone in this entire country that you haven’t had sex with?”
“I didn’t have sex with Michael Phelps. We just started talking at some party about four years ago and occasionally keep in touch.”
“You totally had sex with him!"
"Jared..."
"That doesn't explain the keeping in touch though. Why would you keep in touch with him? What are you? Best friends? And why didn't I know about this before now?” Jared replied. He stood up so that he could properly hover over Jensen, making sure that he understood how fucking pissed Jared was. Not that he really had a reason to be angry. Logically, he knew that. Logically, he knew Jensen had this whole life before him and it didn’t really matter.
Except it damn well did when Jensen was bringing it into their life. And yeah, Jared had never been very good at sharing.
Jensen stared at him in that way that always got under Jared's skin and said, “Jesus Jared, you need to calm down. It’s nothing.”
“So sorry, am I blocking your view of your boyfriend?” Jared asked, purposefully moving his entire body until he was blocking the television.
Jensen rolled his eyes – pissing Jared off more – and said, “You’re insane.”
“Do you want to have sex with him?”
“I bet he wouldn’t make me deal with this shit, but no, I don’t want to have sex with him. And he’s not particularly interested in me that way,” Jensen replied, still way too calm for Jared’s liking.
“So what’s this obsession with swimming? Masturbation material?”
Jensen laughed, fists-gripping-the-couch laughs, and managed, “You’re such a fucking girl.”
“I hate you. I hate you and I hate swimming.”
“Can I help it if I have a thing for tall, lanky freaks of nature?” Jensen replied. He reached out and grabbed Jared’s hand.
The simple connection was enough to have Jared moving until he was straddling Jensen. His hands roamed up and down Jensen’s chest and Jared replied, “You’re mine.”
“You’re the only one who doubts it, asshole.”
Jared nodded, a small smile forming at the corners of his mouth, before he kissed Jensen. He found he was much better at expressing everything he felt – passion, love, insecurity – better with a single kiss than any amount of words.
Jensen always seemed to hear him better that way, too. Jensen’s hand clasped the back of Jared’s neck, his thumb stroking the skin there, deepening the kiss. As they pulled away, Jensen replied, “He’s a friend that I met at a party where neither of us really wanted to be. We were too incredibly uncomfortable losers chatting about football.”
Jared nodded again and said, “It’s fine, but I still hate swimming.”
{Fin}
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