George's head tingles at the touch of threadbare woollen gloves on his scalp; a pleasurable thrill that starts at his ears and trickles delightfully down his spine to his cock, where it fizzles out enjoyably in a way that has George clutching at the arms of his chair and thinking that surely Mitchell doesn't realise how much that turns him on.
"You're very quiet," Mitchell says;"what's up?"
"Oh," George gasps, "-nothing."
For silvr_dagger The Hunger Games, any Career, for I have seen no joy, only danger.
The unofficial slogan of the Hunger Games is 'may the odds be ever in your favour', but there's another slogan the careers toss around which reads, 'to the victor, goes the spoils.'
Glimmer spoils everything she touches, but she never thinks outside the box; she never considers that there might be another way and she never spoils the rules.
It is her last mistake.
For scripps, LOTR, Aragorn/Legolas, finding excuses to see one another.
"Can't it wait?" Legolas says irritably, "I'm just testing my bow."
"You should wield an axe," says Gimli; "it's much simpler; none of those pesky tests you seem to be busy with these days."
"I'll consider it," says Legolas; uncertain whether Gimli is as oblivious as he seems or whether he is being mocked, and suspecting the latter.
He meets Aragorn anyway.
For meridian_rose, The Borgias, Rodrigo, Power
Rodrigo stands on the summit of the Castel Sant'Angelo and thinks; not for the first time; that he walks in the footsteps of the Caesars.
He's heard that the emperors of old hired slaves to stand behind them in their chariots and whisper 'Remember you are mortal' as they rode through the crowds, and has long since resolved to taste every pleasure, every sin and luxury his power can offer before he dies.
"Remember you are mortal," the city murmurs, and Rodrigo says, "I know."
For scripps, Inception, Arthur/Eames, tease/flirt,
an old joke, but a good one
"You could have dreamed a bigger gun," says Eames.
"Maybe I don't need a gun," Arthur says, and strikes a stupid kung fu pose that doesn't sit well with his suit; "Your crouching tiger style is no match for my hidden dragon."
"You want to see my hidden dragon?" Eames says, raising one eyebrow, and Arthur can't stop himself from blushing.
For anonymous, Discworld, Sam Vimes, darkness
The light and the darkness
"Don't you need a light?" calls Sybil from the stairs when Vimes is half way down into the cellars.
The cellars are as nothing compared to the darkness of the mines, and Vimes knows that nothing more threatening than a stubbed toe lurks within their depths. He doesn't need the light, but the husband and father that he is at that moment would; so he says "Yes dear," to Sybil, and holds his hand out for the lantern that she offers.
For scripps, Star Trek Reboot, Bones/Jim, trust.
The Hippocratic Oath
"Trust me," Bones says as he poises the scalpel over Jim's leg, "I'm a doctor, and we take an oath to do no harm."
"Does it say you have to do any good?" Jim asks through clenched teeth.
"Well," says Bones as the scalpel descends, "not as such."
For starbrowsings, Firefly, Serenity/any, "that's my girl"
Mal has no doubt that Serenity has a soul. Only Zoe has saved his life more times than the ship, and that's if you didn't count what would have happened if Mal'd been forced to stay planetside.
He knows her moods as well as he understands the crew's-far better, in Inara's case- and as they hurtle towards Miranda, he knows they're all stressed close to breaking.
"There," he murmurs as he strokes the bulkhead; "that's my girl."
For silvr_dagger, Pacific Rim, Newt/Hermann, There's no Lord to forgive me and physics is tricky, so all that I'm left with is you
"But it doesn't make sense," Hermann wails, one hand splayed on Newt's bare hip.
"That's because this isn't science," explains Newt."It's love."
For betonyb, Howl's Moving Castle, Fanny Hatter, marry in haste, repent in--not if she has anything to say about it.
"Well, you know what they say," Fanny says as she glances nervously over her shoulder at Calcifer simmering beneath the grate, "marry in haste, repent at leisure."
She lifts up the tablecloth surreptitiously, as if Howl might pop out at any moment; but he is nowhere in sight so she lays it back down and tries to pretend that it never moved in the first place.
"I might," Sophie retorts, "if I had any leisure at all."
For seasight, The Road to El Dorado/The Emperor's New Groove, a motley crew cross paths
They are somewhere in Peru when Miguel does a double take and says "Is that a talking llama?"
"Tourists!" The Llama makes a rude noise.
Chel touches his arm lightly. ""Miguel, honey, just keep walking."