hrm

[lyssie]

ok. Because I am NOT STUPID, I have been avoiding this meme. But now, now, I give in, for tomorrow, I will be at work AGAIN.

A-- go to my fic and pick out a line or two from one of my stories.
B-- I will respond with which story I think it's from.
C-- points and a scene an attempted 100 words* to anyone who stumps me.

*(or somewhere in the vicinity, omg)

Comments

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

Her head tilted back and she looked at him, her eyes dark and fathomless. "How many offers have you turned down tonight?"

"What?"

"Sex." Her tongue came out to wet her lips and something inside him shifted, eyes following the movement.

Maybe it was just the alcohol, the haze, the way she was staring at him. But for just a moment, the control he had on himself slipped. "Why?" He stepped closer.

Uncoiling like a cat, she dropped her arms to her sides and walked that last step to meet him. "Because I'm about to proposition you." Her hand came up to fiddle with a button on her uniform. He followed the motion distractedly, and swallowed because he could almost feel the movement against his own body. "Jack?"

"Carter--"

"Just say no." Her head tilted and she leaned towards him. Her lips were nearly touching his. "All you have to do is say no, Jack."

I will try! (glees)

[karma-aster.livejournal.com]

Jack smells like sweat and dust and she tries to bury herself in that as he buries himself in her. His mouth closes on one breast, tongue flicking the nipple and she gives voice, finally, to the sounds ripping through her.

Another thrust, and he changes nipples, content to go back and forth as she loses the last of her coherency and shatters again.

This time, she wonders if he can see the pieces of her scattered in the moonlight.

Done making her scream, he takes his own pleasure, quickly and efficiently, and she thinks dimly of condoms and pills, and is glad Janet has insisted on shots and implants.

Sweat-slick skin under her hands, and she can feel something thicker.

Blood. She can smell the sharpness, and wonders if this is a smell she's always known, or it's only in the last few years that it became ingrained upon her senses.

*is shamed into being generous by everyone else*

[nakedtoes.livejournal.com]

"Did you get extra sugar with your coffee this morning?"

"No." Snaking an arm around her, he dragged her against him. "Why?"

"You just seem extra... weird."

"I'll show you weird."

"You will?"

"Yup."

And OMG, do me! *gives up on shame as a bad job*

[woodface]

"You okay, Carter?"

For a nano-second, she considers telling him just HOW okay she is. But that wouldn't be fair, or particularly kind, or even-- "Fine. Sir." Another squeak, this time because fingers have found their way down to her thighs, and she's definitely going to have to make sure Janet's got a curtain closed when she does her post-mission check.

[sabaceanbabe.livejournal.com]

The way her head drops back exposing the column of her throat makes him swallow.

[musicforcylons.livejournal.com]

Umm ok, based on previous conversations, I'm tempted to pick something randomly, but I lack the evilness to do so. *gives one get out of jail free card instead*

[(Anonymous)]

Does this mean I don't have to answer the phone and talk to stupid people anymore?

sigh.

*eyes suspiciously*

OMG I am bored.

Why hasn't Ilana posted something we can commentspam on? *pouts*

[musicforcylons.livejournal.com]

Poor darling!

Ummm, maybe she needs time to recover?

[(Anonymous)]

Yus. *sads*

At least it's not as boring as it was a few weeks ago.

This is very true. I suspect that after insanity one does need time to recover. Especially considering our brand of insanity. ;)

*smug*

[sabaceanbabe.livejournal.com]

Hon, if you're really board, I wrote some Agathon smut for poisontaster...

No Kara, but still, it is smut and it does feature an angst-ridden Helo. :P

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

omg. No smut at work. (I even write g-rated commentspam. It's very pathetic) However, I DID see it, and must go read now that I'm home. mwhahahaha.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

erm... Tarnishing the Angel?

Re: I will try! (glees)

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

gahhh... the sad thing is, I know I should know that. sigh. *looks cute* hint?

Re: I will try! (glees)

[karma-aster.livejournal.com]

But that would be cheating, wouldn't it?

(pokes and whispers)Season seven.

[ilanala]

Sadly, I was trying to be a good Jew and not post on Rosh Hashanah (even if I was checking e-mail and replying to comments and therefore really not doing a very good job of it). You can commentspam now, though. *hopes*

As for the meme, I'll give you something long so that might make it easier. (You really should have known better to do this meme when you have so many fics...):

He's holding a donut. From her bed, she can smell the sugar, it makes her mouth water, but she doesn't really want a donut.

"Hey."

The voice definitely cascades across her mind like wine across a palate. Sam thinks this is a bad idea. Thinking always gets her in trouble.

"Sam?"

He's moved closer, peering at her, she can feel his gaze. Not like before when there was nothing, nothing, nothing, and pain.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

BWAH. but. omg. I know that one! It's the AU where Sam is blind after Entity. er... The Brightness in Her Smile.

Re: *is shamed into being generous by everyone else*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

....dude. hint. ? sigh. I suspect I'm going to fail this one. miserably.

[ilanala]

You know, if I'd actually been paying attention, I would have realized that that would be kind of obvious. I suck. But you win!

I can't think of a non-totally obvious clue (which is a clue in itself, yay!) so have more:

[nakedtoes.livejournal.com]

"It matches your eyes?"

"It's gold."

"Ah. Your hair, then." He smirked and bent over to kiss the tip of her nose.

"This is some latent desire to get me into a gold bikini, isn't it."

"Wouldn't say no to that."

"You wouldn't, would you," she muttered.

"Hey, Carter, I got an idea." His hands were way ahead of his brain.

"Oh?" She dragged her eyes open, staring hungrily at his mouth.

"You're naked. I'm naked. We could adjourn," the pause wasn't deliberate, but she'd kissed him. Besides, his right hand was playing with a nipple. "To, ah--"

"The couch is cramped. Bed."