Sharing is Caring Part Deux

[animadri.livejournal.com]

It's that time again, folks. *rubs hands together*

If you participated in the last round:

Last round's post can be found here. Did you end up using the sentence you shared? Were you able to complete the work? Did you end up going in a totally different direction? Share!

and


For anyone participating in this round:

Ganked shamelessly from the meme going around LJ: Post exactly one sentence(no more) from one (or more) of your current in-progress work(s) for springkink. Leave it as a comment to this post. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely at your discretion. Mention title (and/or genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

Comments

[laylah.livejournal.com]

He strokes Larsa's shoulder, fingertips circling the blunt knob of bone.

*

He tries to take a step back, away from the railing and toward the door, but Zecht holds him where he is.

*

The Magisters' armor is such a clear statement of Archadia's ethos, she thinks -- a thin veneer of civility and elegance over a brutal surfeit of power.

*

He's careful not to overdo it, using his teeth only occasionally, just enough to make it a deliberate tease instead of a happy accident.

How I wish I had more pieces in progress, to offer bits of.

[animadri.livejournal.com]

How I wish I had more pieces in progress, to offer bits of.

I am quite happy with what you've provide thank you very much. *love*

He tries to take a step back, away from the railing and toward the door, but Zecht holds him where he is.

I can so picture this and dude... I love the idea of the aggressiveness, holding someone in place so that they can't escape you. Yum!

He's careful not to overdo it, using his teeth only occasionally, just enough to make it a deliberate tease instead of a happy accident.

Love the image that those words conjured in my head. *bows*

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

He pulled them up, over, and down; he scooped them through the middle, up and out gently.

In this harmony your chest is hardly heaving.


It mingled with te smell of sweat and smoke.

There you go three sentence for three differint prompts. ^__^ Hope they were tantalising enough.

[animadri.livejournal.com]

There you go three sentence for three differint prompts. ^__^ Hope they were tantalising enough.

Yes yes they were. *g*

[kispexi2.livejournal.com]

~ "You don't fancy something longer this time?" Gojyo asked Sanzo with only the smallest suggestion of smirk.

~ " 'kay," Goku mumbled, wishing in vain for death, "but no lookin', right?"

~ Goku blinked in disbelief; Sanzo was smiling.

Lines from three of the four fics I'm working on (although they do sound like they might be a story in themselves). Not sure if they'll make it to the final versions.

[animadri.livejournal.com]

~ " 'kay," Goku mumbled, wishing in vain for death, "but no lookin', right?"

*squees* I'm hoping that I've got the right idea. *g*

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

By the way, I forgot to ask...is poetry ok?

[laylah.livejournal.com]

Two of the four are over a thousand words and one of them is over 2k (the other one hasn't gotten quite to the sex yet, as the characters are both too-formal and also too-armored for quickies). It's -- I'm having fun with them! Even if it goes slowly and all the ones I'm having an easy time working on are for the end of the month. ^^;

[cog-nomen.livejournal.com]

Working Title: The Many Adventures of Walking Man.
Auron's apology - unneccessary and nonsensical - did not make it beyond the first syllable before Braska drowned it with his mouth.

Cowboy Style
What was downright aggravating was the casual drape of gunbelt and hat over the posts of his dormitory bed.

Scent
Not real strawberry, but the factory made sugary scent that made young girls so hard to resist.

Polar Bear Club
“Benny, just because you’re not only the president but also a member of the Polar Bear Club doesn’t mean I wanna be too.”


...none of my stuff has real titles yet but I can pretend...

[animadri.livejournal.com]

Whee! Are all the long ones centered in some way around Balthier? *winks*

[animadri.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's fine.

[i-am-zan.livejournal.com]

thank you!

[mithrigil.livejournal.com]

Heeee.

Caveat Emptor
Some part of Albert’s mind managed to thank himself for exhaling as he screamed. That way, he didn’t also drown.

Queen of Morning
And so he served her, spurred on by his own covert investment in this, by her beringed hands and swordswoman’s thighs astride him, by the stutter of her breath on his ear—and after, when she slept, he felt it was no different than his post outside her door, when she had been but a child.

Say It
He’s so hard it hurts, so hard that the bedclothes are giving him splinters.

An Extension of Goodwill
He only unlaces, with the one hand afforded him by their position.

Son
The handwriting—print, jagged, etcher-lettered—is very little like the hands. These are callused the whole way through, of course, but spindly-fingered, the knuckles almost delicate in their cloisters of dead skin.

Know By His Face
Only a couple are younger than you (even though you’re not exactly sure how old you are), but it’s not like the circus where the old men run the show and the young men are it.

O Captain
But then Vossler is here, returned from the sands, an incredulous shadow in the mouth of the tent, and he knows, he deserves to know, that she has failed her dead husband, dead father, dead—no, taken—country. What kind of a Queen is she if she can’t even perform a Queen’s primary function?

Should
"We have been having sex for some time now,” and she says it so calmly, only the faintest hint of a disbelieving stutter before that phrase, ‘having sex’, as if there is nothing else to call it, and Basch is certain that there is something else to call it, “and it is always left to me to—to initiate it."

[syvia.livejournal.com]

"We needed you to be strong, and you needed you to be strong, or who knows what would have happened."

***

Celes lunged forward, slamming her hand toward his face- but Kefka jerked away, laughing.

***

He reached up to touch it- and stopped dead, looking at his hands... paws.

~~~

I'll be happy to contribute more when I have access to my other documents~!

[raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com]

For a moment Rodimus was flung out over the balcony; he yelped and grabbed Scourge's shirt, clinging tight as the tracker hauled his prize out of the sun.

***

Haruka scoffed elegantly. "Chocolate's so overdone."

***

The force of it breaks his tender mouth open, and Magnus probes it deep with his glossa.

***

Middle-of-the-night fucks ought to be for the right reasons, dammit.

[7veilsphaedra.livejournal.com]

Yami no Matsuei

There was something about the way the relish had splurted out that tantalized Tatsumi when he coupled it with images of the blond Shinigami’s face and the element of surprise.

[allira-dream.livejournal.com]

# Clow kissed him again after that and Yue moved his arms to hold unto his waist, mouth opening for Clow's tongue and tasting the brandy-laced tea in his tongue.

# He's angry, Soubi realizes. It's so strange to see Seimei truly angry, to bear the anger of the god Soubi considers him to be.

# “Hey, what's the rush?” Ticky asks. Rabi can't help but laugh a little, even as he keeps jerking off.

# MakubeX moans at the way her silk, hands, lips and hair seem to surround them until he can't discern if it's Sakura's hair or her silk the one that teases his side, or when Sakura's hand touches his thigh and when Sakura's mouth closes around his cock.

# Instead she leans against the door without making a sound, just admiring the two of them, the way Eagle's skin seems so fair against the tan of Lantis' fingers and the dark of his hair, like Night and Day in front of her.

# He doesn't get to ask if there's something wrong, because then Ritsuka is leaning towards him, pressing their lips together, timidly opening his mouth after a few moments to lick at his lips.

# “Well, I'm not him but considering...” It was very unfair that he was the one blushing. He was going to make Lantis pay for this, oh yes.

# “Why would you fight?” The man asked calmly, finishing with the buttons before he was pressing him against the mattress.

# Best friends aren't there to break each other like that, even when Jenny looks lovely like a film noir and her blood is so very red against the white of her thighs, against the blue of her eyes.

# It's quite different to go to a real fortune teller, a woman who knows how to read the movement of the stars and energy and to whom chiromancy is like the ABC, than to expect an idiot with a teen's magazine to be able to do a proper reading

# “You deserve to be free. I can give you that.” Xaldin promised, tugging at her ear with his teeth, reaching to untie her hair.

# There was some kind of desperation in the way Touya was touching him, as if he wanted to learn everything and it was breaking Yukito's heart not knowing what was causing Touya to suffer so much, just knowing that he was somehow responsible.

# Sokka was sure that Toph would've glared if she could, and she seemed to be trying to get rid of the technicality.

# “We are paying attention to you,” Eagle teases, a little breathless. Lantis closes his eyes as Eagle thrusts deeper, as his hand and Hikaru's move faster. "In case you've not noticed."

# Kirika's fingertips itch to feel the shape of her shoulder blades, to feel just how soft Mireille's skin is.

# Then Rinali presses a kiss to his neck and he smiles a little, but when Rinali moves once more and her trembling hands start undoing his coat and belt, he's so shocked for a moment that he lets her.

# “The most faithful, the most beautiful, with his warm skin... what did he smell of, Cain? How would he have looked, spread underneath you, sweat over his body, bruises over his skin from your touch?”

# Soubi has let him do this, too, when after much asking Soubi had said he wanted Ritsuka to take him, and Ritsuka has felt Soubi coming just like this, his fingers deep in Soubi's ass.

# “You want to belong to me,” Seimei says, voice soft and gentle. His gloved hand is even more gentle as he disinfects the skin with a careful, loving touch that threatens to break Soubi completely, hurt him even more than whips or knives or shards of glass could do. “Don't you? Soubi-kun?”

# His guardian pretends not to pay any attention to Yue as he drops to his knees in front of him, head on his lap and arms around his waist, nuzzling softly.

# “So you want that? A lie that seems honest? If you have to pretend, make it so that even you believe it to be true?”

[allira-dream.livejournal.com]

# "Well! Then, show me!" Ritsuka exclaims in the tone of voice that means that he's being serious, so Soubi pays a little more of attention. "Order me around and I'll see if there's any pleasure on it."

# He feels Roxas tense and Axel knows that he's three seconds from having a close and personal encounter with one of Roxas' keyblades if he doesn't do something soon.

# Tetsuya's hair was feathery soft in his hands and when he, by mistake, pulled on it when Tetsuya's tongue traced the underside of his cock, Tetsuya shivered and gave a moan that made Kasanoda almost hurt.

[galerian-ash.livejournal.com]

(I only have two and a half stories done, so I'll probably be re-visiting this post later on *sheepish grin*)

Roles now reversed, Sephiroth held Zack's arm captive above his head, entire body pressing into the shorter man — a heated contact that made it hard for Zack to breathe, in more ways than one.

He made a show out of stretching his limbs, stealthily scooting his chair closer to Sephiroth's in the process.

How something so small and weak could make such a racket was beyond Guren.

[galerian-ash.livejournal.com]

Ooooo, they all sound so intriguing XD

[galerian-ash.livejournal.com]

These are all awesome, but I must admit that the last one really caught my attention *snickers*

[marmaladecat]

Xemnas' gaze is cool, impartial, and he reaches out a hand smoothly to run the tips of his fingers down the other man's cheek.

-

His age lies not in his decrepitude, but in the dark hollow of his voice and the weight of his presence beating on the air.

-

"I'll steal you some more later," Axel replied sympathetically and smiled as the flames licked higher.

[marmaladecat]

# He feels Roxas tense and Axel knows that he's three seconds from having a close and personal encounter with one of Roxas' keyblades if he doesn't do something soon.

This I'm definitely looking forward to seeing! :D

[jpegasus.livejournal.com]

:D :D :D :D

[kispexi2.livejournal.com]

If you have, then you too have a *very* dirty mind!