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Jun. 29th, 2010 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
circ_bambooHere are three small things I left as commentfics in various places.
1. Here, originally, a completely unrelated post of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
boosette that somehow necessitated 365 words of Pike/Cait/One in present tense. Rated PG-13/R for sexual references, but nothing on-screen.
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Chris swears he'll be back in fifteen minutes, but it's a lot longer than fifteen minutes, and Cait nearly has to tie One to the bed--which they've done before but not because One is trying to escape--to get her to stay. If something were actually wrong, Cait reminds her, he'd comm. They curl around each other, and One says she'll just close her eyes for a moment.
It's more than a moment, and she wakes up because the door opens and Chris is there, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and staring at her and Cait like he'd never seen the two of them before. Like it's never occurred to him that perhaps he isn't the glue that holds them together. Which is stupid; he's seen Cait with her fingers between One's legs, and it certainly wasn't for his benefit. Egotist, One thinks, and sighs.
Cait stirs; looks over, sees Chris, and sighs as well. "You're back," she says, when it's obvious that One isn't going to say anything. "Lights, fifty percent."
"Can I join you?" he asks, trying for humor but failing.
Cait rolls her eyes and says, "Did you think we'd still be in your bed if you were supposed to be somewhere else?"
He blinks a couple times, and strides over to the bed, holding onto the wall as he strips off his boots and a layer or two of uniform before he sits, gingerly, on the edge.
"You okay?" Cait asks.
"Yeah," he says. "Just tired." He taps his fingers on the bedframe.
One tries to say something but the words don't come out. Instead she sits up and kisses the side of his neck. He raises a hand, cups her cheek.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted me here," he says.
"Jesus, Chris, you're so dense sometimes it feels like it takes the both of us to get something through your skull. When you're rested, One is going to pin you down and I'm going to make you talk about your feelings, and then we'll fuck you through the mattress, okay?"
Chris looks at her and laughs, a short surprised bark. "Is that a promise?"
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2. From the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
where_no_woman story dice drabblefest at the beginning of this month, here. The prompt was "handcuffed together," the characters are Number One, Cait, and Yeoman Colt. 230 words, rated PG.
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"I can think of better ways to spend my shore leave," Cait said, gritting her teeth and pulling for the hundredth time at the ropes that bound her and Number One together at the wrists, back to back.
"Stop yanking," One said. "You're just making the knots tighter."
"I had a date!" Cait said.
"If you're referring to Ensign Jarvis, that's not exactly a date," One said, a wry tone in her voice.
Cait shrugged, and winced when the rope rubbed against her skin. "I'll call it what I want to call it."
"Fair enough," One said.
"So now what do we do?" Cait looked around the small, empty room they were in. "Wait for them to get back?"
"That would be one solution."
"Yeah, but it really isn't your style."
"True," One said, her fingers working between them.
"If only I'd been a Girl Scout," Cait said.
"It still wouldn't help us," One said. "This is a G'lathrian knot. They probably don't teach those on Terra."
She laughed. "No, probably not."
"Here, pull this strand." One put a piece of the rope into Cait's fingers, and she pulled obediently.
Three hours later, they had the knot almost undone when Yeoman Colt, of all people, burst in with a phaser. "Oh," she said, disappointed. "You've rescued yourselves."
"Well, yes," One said.
Colt sighed. "I never get to be the knight."
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3. A proper 100-word drabble, same genesis as above but here, prompt "body swap," Number One and Cait again, rated PG.
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"This is weird," Cait said, looking down at her hands--Number One's hands--well, the blue-fingernailed hands on the body she was currently inhabiting.
"Yes," One said.
"You're so tall," Cait said. "And damn, your breasts are bigger than I thought."
One did not say, "You're so short!" or "You think about my breasts?" although both were on the tip of her tongue.
Captain Pike burst in, looked at his XO stroking her hands along her waist and hips and his chief engineer sitting squarely on the bench, her hands folded in her lap, and said, "Damn. Body swap again?"
1. Here, originally, a completely unrelated post of
boosette that somehow necessitated 365 words of Pike/Cait/One in present tense. Rated PG-13/R for sexual references, but nothing on-screen.---
Chris swears he'll be back in fifteen minutes, but it's a lot longer than fifteen minutes, and Cait nearly has to tie One to the bed--which they've done before but not because One is trying to escape--to get her to stay. If something were actually wrong, Cait reminds her, he'd comm. They curl around each other, and One says she'll just close her eyes for a moment.
It's more than a moment, and she wakes up because the door opens and Chris is there, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and staring at her and Cait like he'd never seen the two of them before. Like it's never occurred to him that perhaps he isn't the glue that holds them together. Which is stupid; he's seen Cait with her fingers between One's legs, and it certainly wasn't for his benefit. Egotist, One thinks, and sighs.
Cait stirs; looks over, sees Chris, and sighs as well. "You're back," she says, when it's obvious that One isn't going to say anything. "Lights, fifty percent."
"Can I join you?" he asks, trying for humor but failing.
Cait rolls her eyes and says, "Did you think we'd still be in your bed if you were supposed to be somewhere else?"
He blinks a couple times, and strides over to the bed, holding onto the wall as he strips off his boots and a layer or two of uniform before he sits, gingerly, on the edge.
"You okay?" Cait asks.
"Yeah," he says. "Just tired." He taps his fingers on the bedframe.
One tries to say something but the words don't come out. Instead she sits up and kisses the side of his neck. He raises a hand, cups her cheek.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted me here," he says.
"Jesus, Chris, you're so dense sometimes it feels like it takes the both of us to get something through your skull. When you're rested, One is going to pin you down and I'm going to make you talk about your feelings, and then we'll fuck you through the mattress, okay?"
Chris looks at her and laughs, a short surprised bark. "Is that a promise?"
---
2. From the
where_no_woman story dice drabblefest at the beginning of this month, here. The prompt was "handcuffed together," the characters are Number One, Cait, and Yeoman Colt. 230 words, rated PG.---
"I can think of better ways to spend my shore leave," Cait said, gritting her teeth and pulling for the hundredth time at the ropes that bound her and Number One together at the wrists, back to back.
"Stop yanking," One said. "You're just making the knots tighter."
"I had a date!" Cait said.
"If you're referring to Ensign Jarvis, that's not exactly a date," One said, a wry tone in her voice.
Cait shrugged, and winced when the rope rubbed against her skin. "I'll call it what I want to call it."
"Fair enough," One said.
"So now what do we do?" Cait looked around the small, empty room they were in. "Wait for them to get back?"
"That would be one solution."
"Yeah, but it really isn't your style."
"True," One said, her fingers working between them.
"If only I'd been a Girl Scout," Cait said.
"It still wouldn't help us," One said. "This is a G'lathrian knot. They probably don't teach those on Terra."
She laughed. "No, probably not."
"Here, pull this strand." One put a piece of the rope into Cait's fingers, and she pulled obediently.
Three hours later, they had the knot almost undone when Yeoman Colt, of all people, burst in with a phaser. "Oh," she said, disappointed. "You've rescued yourselves."
"Well, yes," One said.
Colt sighed. "I never get to be the knight."
---
3. A proper 100-word drabble, same genesis as above but here, prompt "body swap," Number One and Cait again, rated PG.
---
"This is weird," Cait said, looking down at her hands--Number One's hands--well, the blue-fingernailed hands on the body she was currently inhabiting.
"Yes," One said.
"You're so tall," Cait said. "And damn, your breasts are bigger than I thought."
One did not say, "You're so short!" or "You think about my breasts?" although both were on the tip of her tongue.
Captain Pike burst in, looked at his XO stroking her hands along her waist and hips and his chief engineer sitting squarely on the bench, her hands folded in her lap, and said, "Damn. Body swap again?"
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Date: 2010-07-02 04:42 pm (UTC)Ahaahha, that sums it up so nicely.
Colt sighed. "I never get to be the knight."
Are there other stories about Colt?
I adore your writing style :)
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Date: 2010-07-02 06:09 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-07-21 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-21 06:18 pm (UTC)You've commented on at least one of my other stories (this one", McCoy/OFC) but if you haven't read it, this one (Pike/One het_idcrack story) may be relevant to your interests.
Although maybe not at work. ;)
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Date: 2010-07-21 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-22 12:27 am (UTC)Which, by the way, I'm not going to do.
At least not until I've finished the Chapel/McCoy for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon and, you know, written a few thousand more words on each of the big bang stories. And probably the Kirk/One(/hey Pike's on earth but we're here together on Starbase XI, right?) thing going through my head.
GDI, you didn't even have to say anything.
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Date: 2010-07-22 12:31 am (UTC)It is probably cruel to use my lady!Pike icon, but I feel that it is necessary.Non-con primping icon is definitely crueller ;)(Also I just expressed a long and vocal string of curse words (there were lots of FUCKs and OH NOes and CHRISTs because I had completely forgotten about Awesome Ladies Ficathon.)
Am I still a cruel person if I write Moar Cait for said ficathon?)
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Date: 2010-07-22 12:43 am (UTC)Also anything involving Cait.
I have no idea how I'm going to wrap up what's turning into a Very Long Story by the 27th, but I will do it. I'll cut something. Maybe the plot. Who needs plot, right?
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Date: 2010-07-22 12:47 am (UTC)I think Cait might find herself being the dumping ground for
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Date: 2010-07-22 01:01 am (UTC)But yeah, I don't think she'd sleep with Kirk so much. Maybe in a threesome, and probably only if she reeeeaaaalllly wanted the other person.)
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Date: 2010-07-22 01:14 am (UTC)Oh god also, I have been noodling around with something from the #_theme comm for tarot cards, which is supposed to be the Epic Love Story of Cait and Number One, and. Well. It starts off very sad because I preemptively break up PikeOne
*is a terrible XO**
There were no invitations back to anyone's assigned guest quarters. One tells herself that she does not, in consideration of all possible outcomes, wish to change this. Not right now, when time and distance would cast anything beyond friendship in the wavering flicker and fade of a shore-leave affair or the dimmer, aching light of that very distance.
Rationalizing in terms of potential hurt, of damage-control, has always come easily to her.
"You almost sound like you expected me to stay the night," One replies.
Cait makes a sound low in her chest, neither growl nor purr; she isn't a cat, but from the way she rakes her claw-curved fingers through her hair you wouldn't know it. She takes a moment, looking past One, toward the far wall and the door and the ceiling, then back.
At last, she says, "You were excited! You were finally going to do something about -- " her gesture encompasses years. Time and distance immeasurable by the human mind, even a mind so manipulated into efficiency as One's.
She would reply; One ought to reply, because sitting and staring at Cait's left ear accomplishes nothing past extending the silence and the new reedy tangle of it. The kind that will need to be cut through.
Cait beats her to it, "I don't know how you did this for six years, to say absolutely nothing of the two since your promotion! If you keep pining after him without ever doing anything about it, eventually something's going to break."
"I'm not pining," One says. Mutters. A moment later, "Besides, how would you know if I were? You've never pined after anything in your life."
She laughs at that, clipped and annoyed. "Oh, I've done my share."
They tease; they always have. No one else aboard the Yorktown has the combination of history, proximity and temperament that they've cultivated into a dynamic that makes the teasing amusing and enjoyable. This is neither. Even at their prickliest, suffering through the fourth day of a three-day leave, One knows that they both know better than to fall into this kind of sniping match.
Damage-control it is, then[.]
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Date: 2010-07-22 01:25 am (UTC)Pining.
(I, um? At the moment [i.e., in opening part of oc_bigbang] Cait's got some sort of friends-with-benefits thing going on with Boyce, which really just serves to make poor Ally -- that is, one of Boyce's subordinates -- really, really uncomfortable.)
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Date: 2010-07-22 01:37 am (UTC)I find the prospect of Ally's discomfort hilarious and also the prospect of Cait/Boyce FOB strangely intriguing.
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Date: 2010-07-22 01:50 am (UTC)Cait/Boyce: is there possibly a 'ship more obscure?
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Date: 2010-07-22 01:58 am (UTC)(Actually, if we're going crossover: Trek/Firefly Cait/Kaylee would also be awesome engineer love. And scorching.)
And strangely enough I don't hate it like I did when I wrote the thing! I think I will try to append more words to it tonight, because the pretty is intense here. (There is a scene somewhere in this arc in which Cait admits to being more attached to One than to the ship. Which, yes, Caitlin, obvious statement is obvious.)
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Date: 2010-07-22 02:21 am (UTC)I can't write Scotty, either. But then again, I didn't really think I could write from Kirk's pov until, well, see appx 2500 words of mostly sex. Maybe I should try again.
Most importantly, YAY for not hating what you write.
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Date: 2010-07-22 02:35 am (UTC)I want to see Cait/girl!Boyce so bad now. You and I would probably be The Audience In Totality but it would be so awesome.
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Date: 2010-07-22 03:04 am (UTC)(I'm sure a couple other people will read it to be nice.)
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