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bantha_fodderI wrote two ficlets for Medie's Kissing challenge:
These Circles Of, prompt: Miss Parker; she speaks in tongues
She follows him to San Francisco, finds him in a dirty restaurant in ChinaTown. She pushes the barrel of her gun into his back and he freezes. She hums pleasantly.
"Parker," he says, his voice strangled, peculiar. Soft. "Are you alone?"
"What?" she asks. "Of course I am," but he looks over his shoulder at her, knows she lies.
"Not here," he says, turning towards her. She worries he's about to do something stupid but he hides her gun with his body; "Mrs Tan," he calls, to the woman behind the desk. "The noodles were delicious. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
He pushes backwards into her gun, forces her out onto the street.
"Put it away," he hisses, and she wants to take him in, but not like this, not hurting people he's helped. and she complies.
"This had better be good," she says.
"Oh, Parker," he says, grin on his face. "Don't I always show you the best time?"
He pauses in front of an ugly public school; "zhèlǐ," he says, here, and it's only when he says something short, to the point, that she realises they've been speaking Mandarin the whole time.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she says, in English; he grins.
"These kids," he says, "They need my help."
"Sure they do, Jarod," he says, her voice cold, but they stand there until the bell rings, and when it does, the children swarm around them. "Uncle! Uncle!" they yell up at him. "Kān! Kān!" She watches, tries to ready herself for the absence of children and Jarod, the cuffs around his wrists, but when a girl trips and cries Miss Parker still kneels down. "Shh," she says, "ānníngle," kisses the knee better.
Jarod smirks at her, and she kisses the little girl and pushes her on her way.
"Shut up," she says, and Jarod laughs.
originally here
AND
Walking on the Lines, prompt: Eva Greene/Daniel Craig; goodbye
He knew that Bond was huge, of course he did, but the lights and the production and the bullshit for The Golden Compass take his breath away. Nicole turns to him; nods. "Breathe, darling," she says; smiles and waves for the cameras. He keeps on walking, leaves her behind and she's stuck, talking and smiling.
Ahead, he sees a familiar figure, and he speeds up. He pretends he doesn't notice the hands waving and the shouts of his name; quickly catches up with her.
"Eva," he says, resting a hand on the small of her back. "Stunning, as always."
For the cameras, he smiles; for the cameras, he kisses her cheek, old friends long absent.
For her, for himself, he pauses, her cheek smooth against his lips.
"Absolutely stunning," he repeats, and he can feel her grin wide against his skin.
"You are too good to me," she says. She returns his kiss, soft on his cheek and swift against his lips, and then she's gone, moving further up the carpet, and the reporters keep asking questions in her wake.
He nods, answers questions.
An hour; next week; next year; he'll see her again later.
He always does.
originally posted here
ALSO, some complete nobody who shall remain Piecesof wrote Promenade, about our favourite geek BROOTSIE
These Circles Of, prompt: Miss Parker; she speaks in tongues
She follows him to San Francisco, finds him in a dirty restaurant in ChinaTown. She pushes the barrel of her gun into his back and he freezes. She hums pleasantly.
"Parker," he says, his voice strangled, peculiar. Soft. "Are you alone?"
"What?" she asks. "Of course I am," but he looks over his shoulder at her, knows she lies.
"Not here," he says, turning towards her. She worries he's about to do something stupid but he hides her gun with his body; "Mrs Tan," he calls, to the woman behind the desk. "The noodles were delicious. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
He pushes backwards into her gun, forces her out onto the street.
"Put it away," he hisses, and she wants to take him in, but not like this, not hurting people he's helped. and she complies.
"This had better be good," she says.
"Oh, Parker," he says, grin on his face. "Don't I always show you the best time?"
He pauses in front of an ugly public school; "zhèlǐ," he says, here, and it's only when he says something short, to the point, that she realises they've been speaking Mandarin the whole time.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she says, in English; he grins.
"These kids," he says, "They need my help."
"Sure they do, Jarod," he says, her voice cold, but they stand there until the bell rings, and when it does, the children swarm around them. "Uncle! Uncle!" they yell up at him. "Kān! Kān!" She watches, tries to ready herself for the absence of children and Jarod, the cuffs around his wrists, but when a girl trips and cries Miss Parker still kneels down. "Shh," she says, "ānníngle," kisses the knee better.
Jarod smirks at her, and she kisses the little girl and pushes her on her way.
"Shut up," she says, and Jarod laughs.
originally here
AND
Walking on the Lines, prompt: Eva Greene/Daniel Craig; goodbye
He knew that Bond was huge, of course he did, but the lights and the production and the bullshit for The Golden Compass take his breath away. Nicole turns to him; nods. "Breathe, darling," she says; smiles and waves for the cameras. He keeps on walking, leaves her behind and she's stuck, talking and smiling.
Ahead, he sees a familiar figure, and he speeds up. He pretends he doesn't notice the hands waving and the shouts of his name; quickly catches up with her.
"Eva," he says, resting a hand on the small of her back. "Stunning, as always."
For the cameras, he smiles; for the cameras, he kisses her cheek, old friends long absent.
For her, for himself, he pauses, her cheek smooth against his lips.
"Absolutely stunning," he repeats, and he can feel her grin wide against his skin.
"You are too good to me," she says. She returns his kiss, soft on his cheek and swift against his lips, and then she's gone, moving further up the carpet, and the reporters keep asking questions in her wake.
He nods, answers questions.
An hour; next week; next year; he'll see her again later.
He always does.
originally posted here
ALSO, some complete nobody who shall remain Piecesof wrote Promenade, about our favourite geek BROOTSIE
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Date: 2007-04-02 01:52 pm (UTC)I CANNOT COMMENT ON MINE, BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A BROOTS ICON. INJUSTICE!!!!
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Date: 2007-04-03 11:35 am (UTC)or the dork icon.
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