PROMPT ME~~~

[teyla]

I was rereading some of my old pornfic yesterday, and man, that was depressing. I used to be able to off-the-cuff 1,000 or more words of PWP easily. Now, I struggle with every sentence, no matter if what I'm writing is porn or something else. I haven't posted fic in almost a year, either.

So. Whoever comments first is getting commentporn. Any pairing, any fandom--het, slash, or femmeslash. Give me a pairing and a prompt, and I shall try and see if I can force my PWP muse to actually do its job for once.

Come on, guys. This is your chance to make me write Ten/Rose. Or House/Cameron. Or Gwen/Arthur. Don't miss out! *insert commercial jingle*

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Part 2

[teyla]

Clothes are discarded, hastily--as always, he's wearing far too many layers, jacket and tie and shirt and t-shirt and when he starts fiddling with his shoelaces, Donna has had enough and simply pushes him back onto the bed, sneakers be damned. If he wants them off, he can toe them off.

"Oi, I wasn't--"

"Oh, shut up, Spaceman." She climbs on top of him and pins his wrists against the mattress above his head. Her crotch rubs against his erection, and her arousal intensifies as his breath catches. His tongue flicks against his front teeth, and oh boy, she remembers what he can do with that tongue. She presses herself against him once more, tilting her hips to increase the friction. "So," she says, letting her hair fall down to trail over his chest. "What have you been up to since you dumped me back on Earth?"

"Donna, I never--"

"Just answer the question." She's establishing a rhythm, rubbing her clit against his cock. Slick wetness is gathering between them. The tension builds, and as he tips his head back and moans, she bends down to lick his throat. "Come on," she says in a low voice, her mouth right next to his ear, "tell me. Where did you go? Who did you meet? Who did you fuck?"

His breathing is going fast, irregular. Her breasts are pressed against his chest, and she can feel his hearts beating. She presses down again and tilts her hips, intense friction making her shudder just as he utters a chocked, surprised sound. His hips twitch upwards, sending another jolt through her body, and his arms strain against her grip. She doesn't let go, her mouth finding his ear and nibbling, biting, grazing her teeth over skin and eliciting a whole range of inarticulate noises from the man underneath her.

She comes first, biting down on the soft skin at the joint of shoulder and neck as her orgasm washes through her. Her grip on the Doctor's wrists tightens even more, and as she goes rigid, he ceases his struggling. Before the aftershocks can wear off, Donna sits up to let him slip inside her. She's wet and warm and ready, and his cock slides in quickly and easily. The feeling of the Doctor inside her is familiar and reassuring. She takes a moment to catch her breath, letting go of his wrists and smiling down at him. "Come on. Your turn."

She nudges him with one leg, and they swap positions, him ending up on top. He's impatient, she can tell by the way he immediately starts to thrust in a quick, almost frantic rhythm. She laughs, a bright, breathless sound, and spreads her legs to give him easy access.

It doesn't take him long. When he comes, he makes this sound she remembers, an almost inaudible click in the back of his throat, and goes very still for a moment before he collapses on top of her. Again, they're chest to chest, and she can feel his hearts hammering away against his ribcage. She puts her arms around him. He's still way too skinny.

They stay like that for a couple of moments, Donna running a hand through the Doctor's hair, before he rolls off of her with a sigh and, predictably, snuggles up against her.

"I missed you, Donna."

All of a sudden, Donna's throat is closing up. She swallows, and, to compensate, nudges him with her elbow and laughs. "'Course you did, Spaceman. I missed you, too." She pauses. "You do know, though, that you've got the mother of all slaps coming towards you, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose." His answer is a bit hesitant, but there's enough ruefulness in his tone to satisfy her for now.

"Just as long as you do." She settles into the pillows and tightens her arm around the Doctor. "So. You never answered my question. What did you get up to without me around?"

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[nschick.livejournal.com]

OH GOD! ...

BLOODY BRILLIANT!

*mems, before finding my bunk*

[teyla]

Hee, thanks. Glad you enjoyed it!

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[pickledminx.livejournal.com]

Bloody love this!! Hot and sweet and just so much ♥ :D

[teyla]

Thank you! Glad you liked it. :)

Re: Part 2

[beandelphiki.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, I'm a dumbass. I forgot about this over Remembrance Day (dunno if you celebrate that?) and I was up all night last night, and so this morning I was like, "Ugh, internets, entertain me." And then, OH YEAH, I remembered that I never even finished giving you a prompt. That's embarrassing, being the last one to read my own my prompt fill. LOL.

But yeah, the ONLY kind of reunion Ten and Donna should have is a smutty one. If they have any sort of reunion at Christmas, I am going to imagine there is smut in there somewhere, and it should go something like this.

He smiles again. "I keep my screwdriver in a different pocket."

This is SUCH a Ten thing to say to a cheesy line like that.

I also want to know who he got up in! You're a tease.

[teyla]

Hii, glad you enjoyed it! And, well, usually he's the one with the super-cheesy lines, so I think he would take Donna's lines Completely Seriously as well. ;)

I also want to know who he got up in!
Too many to count. Epic rebound phase was epic.