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If you've written a story but somebody else beat you to the pairing it features, then feel free to post the story here. As in the main post, please make certain to list the pairing in the comment's title.

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allfireburns
Aug. 3rd, 2008 07:35 pm (UTC)
Harriet Jones/The Master (Simm)
Started this ages ago, but as I take forever to write a story, rodlox beat me to it. Still, I finished it and posted it here.
settiai
Aug. 5th, 2008 01:14 am (UTC)
Re: Harriet Jones/The Master (Simm)
Oh, this story's absolutely lovely. I adore Harriet Jones, and this was a wonderful glimpse at her.
allfireburns
Aug. 5th, 2008 01:24 am (UTC)
Thank you!
rodlox
Aug. 12th, 2008 01:09 am (UTC)
Re: Harriet Jones/The Master (Simm)
most excellent
glinda_penguin
Aug. 23rd, 2008 01:16 pm (UTC)
Ianto/Coffee
What are the chances? I wrote this last night and some else posted one yesterday before I could post mine...random...

It wasn’t love at first sight, for a long time things were far from perfect. However, time, practice and experimentation have led them to a special place.

The smell so pungent, earthy and distinctive. Beguiling almost. Warming him inside and out, causing his senses almost to overload, touch, smell, taste, all fulfilled in this moment. Preparation is half the pleasure, grinding and simmering, desire almost bubbling over. Burning like fire if handled incautiously. Keeping him safe through the longest watches of the night, loyal defender against cold and fatigue.

He likes to think of himself as a connoisseur, unlike his colleagues with their lustful feckless addictions that yield such inferior pleasures. Refusing to acknowledge that he is entirely in the thrall of its dark sensuous charms.

He does, really rather love his coffee.
settiai
Aug. 23rd, 2008 05:26 pm (UTC)
Re: Ianto/Coffee
Hee! Seriously, what are the odds?

This is awesome, by the way. :)
settiai
Oct. 3rd, 2008 02:46 am (UTC)
Jenny (from "The Doctor's Daughter")/Susan Foreman
Jenny let out a sigh of contentment as she nestled into the sheets, breathing in their unnaturally fresh scent. She hadn't figured out yet why humans felt the urge to use aromatic substances on their beddings, but it was something she was slowly getting used to as she spent more time with them. Donna had mentioned to her that her father loved humans because of their odd quirks - maybe she had inherited that from him.

It felt odd to be traveling through the stars, going from planet to planet in ever changing ships. Not wrong, just . . . strange. Something deep inside her kept clamoring for more - Time Lord, keeper of time, bend it to your will - but that was a secret she had yet to unlock. Maybe someday she would. She just needed to find the right person to ask.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Smiling, Jenny rolled over the face the woman sharing the bed with her. Dark eyes and an elfin face looked back at her, only a few wrinkles around the eyes betraying that she was older than she appeared. Something pinged in Jenny's heart, and not for the first time she wondered why she felt as if she'd always known the other woman. The feeling of familiarity faded quickly, leaving nothing but a slightly hollow feeling in her hearts.

"A penny?" Jenny asked lightly. "They're worth their weight in stardust."

Susan laughed, a music sound that Jenny was convinced made the universe a brighter place every time it heard her. "Will you ever tell me where you're from?"

Jenny tilted her head a little, gesturing upward as if they could see the sky through the dark ceiling. "I'm from the stars," she replied. "Alien sands and alien skies."

Smiling, Susan leaned in and gently kissed the corner of Jenny's mouth. "Sometimes you remind me of him so much," she said wistfully.

"You keep saying that," Jenny grumbled half-heartedly. She reached over and rested her hand over Susan's left breath, feeling the gentle beating of her heart through the thin cloth of her nightgown. "You could at least tell me who this mysterious he is."

Susan laughed again. Then she suddenly rolled over, punning a startled Jenny underneath her as she playfully nipped her ear. "Does it really matter?"

Jenny moaned as Susan kissed her neck. "Maybe," she said, her voice catching slightly as she reached up and rested her hand on the other woman's right breast. She could feel the second heartbeat, beating almost in time with her own. "Maybe not."

The familiar feeling was back, tugging at her mind. Something was buried in Jenny's memories, a distant thought that didn't belong in her head. It wasn't hers to remember.

All those thoughts disappeared a few seconds later as Susan slid her hand down Jenny's belly, her fingertips lightly tickling the skin as they moved down to her thigh. It didn't matter, she supposed. She had all the time in the universe.
thesecondevil
Mar. 12th, 2012 02:04 am (UTC)
Ace/Mickey Smith

I saw an open request for Ace/Mickey, filled it and then I checked the masterlist to see it had already been requested & filled so I deleted it for reposting here.

Mickey’s been back in his home universe one week when there’s a blinding flash of light that heralds the arrival of a smoking hot woman wearing shades, a leather jacket & straddling a motorbike.
If he’s dreaming he wants to write his subconscious a thank you note.

The woman noticed Mickey’s attention, pulled down her shades and looked him dead in the eye. “Do you need something mate?”

Mickey recovered his wits quickly. “Well, a jug of sangria would be nice but I’d settle for an explanation.”

The woman leaned back coolly. “What if I were to tell you that I’m hunting an alien imposter who is planning on starting a war?”

Mickey raised an eyebrow. “Autons? Slitheen? Krillitanes?”

The woman gave him a broad grin and offered her hand. “Zygons actually but not bad. I’m Ace.”

‘Yes you are.’ Mickey thought before remembering to shake her hand. “I’m Mickey.”

“So Mickey, fancy helping me stop an evil alien plot and then joining me travelling through space and time?”

“Hell yes!” Mickey replied as he hopped on the back of the motorbike. He wrapped his arms around Ace’s waist and got a saucy wink in return. ‘This’ he thought ‘could be the start of something beautiful and really hot.’
fog_shadow
Apr. 28th, 2012 05:35 pm (UTC)
D84/Poul

Summary: In the beginning, Poul could imagine that his assignment to the sand miner was anything other than a Bad Idea, all the way around. Gradually, however, he discovers that at least part of the ordeal is not as miserable an experience as he had anticipated.

Fic itself this way.
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