Archiving commentfic
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?"
---
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."
---
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?"
