Meme, in lieu of anything interesting

[circ_bamboo]

Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

My stuff is either tagged by fandom on LJ (I tagged at the bottom for your convenience) or at AO3. (I think there are 2 or 3 stories on LJ that aren't on AO3, and at least one on AO3 that never made it to LJ.)

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[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

I always enjoy this meme. :-)

From Make Me Believe:

"In the closet," he said, pointing, and oh, if he'd known Leonard's ass looked like that when walking nude he would have kicked him out of bed on a pointless errand a long time ago.

The return trip was just as nice, in a different way, muscles shifting in his legs and abdomen. "What?" Leonard asked.

"Nothing," Chris said, grinning. "You want to walk back to the closet and grab something else random?"

Leonard frowned again and looked at the closet before he caught on, and shook his head. "You want to watch my ass or you want to grab it?"

"Good point."

Together they stacked the pillows by the wall, and Chris leaned against the pile, adjusting until he was comfortable.

"That okay?" Leonard asked.

"I think so."

Leonard leaned in and kissed him, warm and unhurried. Or at least it started that way, but when Chris nibbled on his lower lip, he broke the kiss, hauled in a harsh breath, and set his mouth right below Chris's ear. A moment later Chris felt the scrape of teeth against his neck and felt his heart start to race. It was—

Jesus, he didn't know if he could—

But it was so—

He threaded his fingers through Leonard's hair and drew him off for a moment. Fuck, this was the most difficult thing he'd done all night. "I just want you to know," he said, heart still pounding, "that what you're doing right there is basically edgeplay for me. I'm not saying stop, not yet, because goddamn is it working right now—" He took Leonard's hand and put it on his cock, hard as fucking nails when it hadn't been a minute ago. "—but be careful."

"Okay," Leonard said, as if it were totally normal to be told to be careful when nibbling on one's partner's neck, and resumed his ministrations. He gave Chris's cock a squeeze and let go, prompting a groan, but just laughed as he slid his hand up Chris's chest.

As he worked his way down, Chris groaned again at the feeling of Leonard's mouth on his collarbone. Leonard's fingers carded through Chris's chest hair, and scratched lightly.

"Oh, god," Chris said, and twisted, trying to get more skin against skin. Unfortunately, he twisted just wrong, and something in his hip scraped against something else, setting off his already-overloaded nervous system. He stiffened, not in the good way, which made it worse, and inhaled sharply.

Leonard looked up immediately. "What's wrong?"

"Fucking—nervous system," Chris said, gritting his teeth and trying to ride out the moment. Sometimes it would go away after a few moments; sometimes it would feed back into a loop and he'd be miserable until he got more drugs in him. "Just—a moment—"

McCoy nodded and sat back on his heels.

Chris squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on relaxing as much as he possibly could. He didn't mind a little pain, but it wasn't a turn-on, and even if it were, this kind of pain wasn't the kind he'd want. He inhaled, held the breath, and exhaled slowly.