drabbles as promised

[wook77]

anael has deemed today, "Love your Flist" day. so - Here goes... I love you guys.

To show my love - here are some of the drabbles for the prompts I asked for awhile back...

For dream_wia_dream who gave me and . Approximately 190 words.




The painting seemed incongruous with its surroundings. As the classic Madonna overlooked the room with an inscrutable smile, there was the creak of leather as the body strapped into the swing rocked with the force of the thrusts from behind. The creak of leather matched the staccato beat of a whip cracking down on the skin as a woman walked around the room.

She used the whip as if it were a baton and she the conductor. In a way, she was. This was her place, her vision, her dream. It gave others as much pleasure as it gave her. She enjoyed watching the bodies experimenting and testing boundaries.

The couple groaning to the side of her were new and so she turned a keen eye to them. With a sashay that those that knew her outside of this room wouldn't recognize, she walked until she stood above them. When one of them looked up to her, she cracked her whip across their face.

It was a symphony of flesh and they were off-key. She wouldn't allow that to happen. Not while the Madonna looked on.





For corvidae9 who gave me and . Approximately 215 words.





This is for the Andromeda Fandom - which I'm not sure if corvidae9 is familiar with but... these are the guys (Tyr is the large beautiful black man and Seamus is the uber-cute little guy) mentioned - .


Crows, according to some cultures, carry the souls of men after they die. They are revered and honored for this solemn duty. But the first time Seamus saw a crow, he threw a rock at it.

The grief was too fresh, the vision of Tyr plummeting down that chasm haunted his sleep. He'd bitten back his cry of NO and please and even the prayers he'd stopped saying when he was a little boy as a slave on Earth.

Even doing his job reminded him of that loss. Reaching into the ciruits aboard the Andromeda reminded him of sitting in there, pouting, and Tyr calling out "Little Man" whenever he needed Seamus. It reminded him of rough kisses in the hidden alcoves, standing back to back with Tyr, knowing that Tyr wouldn't let Seamus die without honor as he was tempted to do. It reminded him of all that and more.

It was when the crow came back, even after Seamus had thrown the rock, that Seamus finally sat down on his favorite beach and cried. The wooden pillar was uncomfortable but he didn't notice as the crow landed on his hand. His hand shook as rubbed his hand down its side. He ignored the reminder of countless times he'd done the same to Tyr.





For janicechess - who gave me and It's, err, a bit cracked out and approximately 200 words.





He'd never found underwear commercials particularly intriguing. After all, it was just underwear. You pulled it on, you kept it on all day, when you came home, if you were lucky, you'd pull it off to have sex with your wife and then repeat for the next day.

When his wife started spending far too much time fantasizing about men and men doing things with other men, he started paying more attention to his underwear. In point of fact, he started paying more attention to other men's underwear. There were so many out there that he'd never contemplated wearing. Wouldn't the dental floss that a coworker wore painful? It couldn't possibly be comfortable to have that stuck in his…oh.

He discovered that his wife had more proclivities than he'd thought. As she sketched a banana with the tip broken off, his balls shrunk closer to his body in a protective flinch. Her giggles had them shriveling just a bit further as she laughed about the broken off tip of the banana that looked suspiciously like a cock. When she posted about it on her journal and her friends laughed about it as well, he decided he would never eat bananas again. It would only encourage her.




For yodels who gave me and . Approximately 150 words.





The children were bouncing around the library like they were little monsters and the staff was not pleased. It wasn't everyday that they had an art exhibit like this one with its giant balls of eggs and squid and forks but that didn't excuse the children's actions.

"Silence!" The shouted order out of the normally placid and helpful librarian shocked the children into abrupt stillness. "One at a time, go on and look."

Her professional librarian voice was back as she steered the children near the sculptures. There were days that she loved her job and days that she ahted it. Today was one of those "and" days, she both loved and hated it.

Breathing deeply, she finished supervising the class until they finally left. Her smile came back as she went back to her computer and saw that someone on her friend's list had commented on the story of her day.




For anael who gave me



and Approximately 130 words.

The memory of the kiss haunted her as she stared at a photograph.

The relationship was toxic.

She was better off alone.

It was better off this way.

They were disparate people and it was healthier for them to be separate.

As the phone rang for the fifth time in as many minutes, she put her hands over her ears as she crouched down towards the ground. The photograph's corner wrinkled as she rocked, trying desperately to block out the sound of the answering machine and the voice and the need.

Every fiber of her being wanted to stand and run over to the machine, pick up the phone and say yes. But her pride and her sense of preservation kept her where she was, rocking and shaking, the photograph forgotten in her hand.

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I'm only on for a bit as I've got too many challenges to write.

Like I asked before, if you have story details, want to email them to me so I can check it at work and get back to you?

My online time is just crushed right now because of the challenges.

I won't really have much time for chatting until beginning of july. I'm not even doing qp right now.