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The crack of the match is loud in the quiet room. She brings the flame to the cigarette between her lips, shaking it out as the tobacco ignites. She inhales slowly, calm creeping into every ounce of her body as she sinks back against the cushions of the sofa. She closes her eyes as she breathes out, smoke rushing past her lips toward the ceiling.
My eyes are drawn to her mouth as she breathes another drag. And suddenly I can’t stop myself.
I brush my lips against hers in the softest gesture of a kiss, my fingers gripping the cushion under my hand. I am terrified, though I don’t know why. In three seconds when she pushes me away, I’ll just laugh and say I’ve had too much wine. Too much gin, Darling. Whatever else we’d been drinking today. It would be so easy to laugh it off. I shouldn’t be so nervous.
Except she still hasn’t pulled away from me. I feel her lips move against mine, and she breathes the smoke she’s been holding into my mouth. It seems to taste immeasurably better coming from her. My eyes flutter open to look at her as I exhale. My heart jumps a beat as I try to read her expression, wondering what she could be thinking. Wondering what I’ve done. The moments slip by, seeming painfully longer than they must have been. And she smiles. She smiles, and everything’s all right.
My eyes are drawn to her mouth as she breathes another drag. And suddenly I can’t stop myself.
I brush my lips against hers in the softest gesture of a kiss, my fingers gripping the cushion under my hand. I am terrified, though I don’t know why. In three seconds when she pushes me away, I’ll just laugh and say I’ve had too much wine. Too much gin, Darling. Whatever else we’d been drinking today. It would be so easy to laugh it off. I shouldn’t be so nervous.
Except she still hasn’t pulled away from me. I feel her lips move against mine, and she breathes the smoke she’s been holding into my mouth. It seems to taste immeasurably better coming from her. My eyes flutter open to look at her as I exhale. My heart jumps a beat as I try to read her expression, wondering what she could be thinking. Wondering what I’ve done. The moments slip by, seeming painfully longer than they must have been. And she smiles. She smiles, and everything’s all right.
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Just Spock
Shoreleave found Jim lying stretched across a couch – since when did he have a chance to see one in space? – and Spock was able to walk in on a scene he hardly thought the young captain would let anyone see, let alone him. Spock, whom he'd fallen for but had, until recently, not been on mutually good terms with.
What should have felt like walking into a trap didn't. He knelt on the floor and simply watched Jim, made mental observations on the relaxed face and slack form. There was no movement when the Vulcan – with great hesitation – extended one long, pale index finger to stroke down the bridge of the sleeper's nose.
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Things Spock will never do
1. Say "Fabulous" instead of "Fascinating."
2. Slap McCoy in the face with a glove and challenge him to a duel.
3. break dance
4. Sing a Taylor Swift song in the shower (oh, c'mon people, we all do it)
5. Pose as "Mr. December" in the "Men of Starfleet" calender. Nude.
6. Put gum in McCoy's hair.
7. Put gum in anybody's hair.
8. Carry a man-purse. (Although the tricorder comes close...)
9. Be Kirk's baby mama.
10. Undergo a mid-life crisis.
11. Undergo a mid-life crisis, buy a motorcycle, and speed down the freeway at 115 miles an hour singing "Karma Chameleon" at the top of his lungs.
12. Order a triple-shot mocha latte with skim-
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Sentimental Approximations
"What are you doing?" Spock asked, looking over to find Kirk at the console.
"If I get this done now, it will reach Starfleet transmission by the next hour, thereby giving us time to intercept the Neva II for that cargo before heading back on original course to Starbase 9 to pick up the Tellarite delegats."
Shivering in his Starfleet-issued undershirt and trackpants, Spock put up with the colder human cabin conditions to physically lead Kirk back to his bed. He climbed in after him.
"You require approximately 2.4 more hours sleep before resuming your shift at 0800 hours."
Kirk shifted against the half-Vulcan's narrow front.
"Liar", he
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Rated PG. Eddy/Patsy, from Absolutely Fabulous, because the world needs more Eddy/Patsy. Much more, apparently; I haven't been able to track down any. Though it seems painfully obvious to me.
Femslash warning.
So I guess maybe this is a little weird, the smoke thing and all. It just kind of came to me.
Prompt was sulfur, which is used in matches.
I'm also not British, so if anyone spies anything painfully North American in there, please make fun of me for it.
[Listened to: Dante's Prayer by Loreena McKennitt]
Absolutely Fabulous © Jennifer Saunders
Femslash warning.
So I guess maybe this is a little weird, the smoke thing and all. It just kind of came to me.
Prompt was sulfur, which is used in matches.
I'm also not British, so if anyone spies anything painfully North American in there, please make fun of me for it.
[Listened to: Dante's Prayer by Loreena McKennitt]
Absolutely Fabulous © Jennifer Saunders
© 2009 - 2024 the-jackyll
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I know it's been a few years since you've posted this story, but I just wanted to tell you that I really enjoyed this! There is a woeful lack of Eddy/Patsy fic out there and it was so nice to find something that was interesting and well written. I also feel like Eddy's internal monologue really fits her character. Please write more!