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Monday - Colors

Hello I'm galor5 and I'll be your Guest Host for this week. *waves*

Today's theme is COLORS

It doesn't matter what fandom or pairing you choose, so long as the prompt (song lyrics, one word, a picture, whatever) somehow relates to the colors that paint our world.

Please make things easier for the codemonkeys and their pinch-hitters, please code your prompts correctly:

~ RPS; Orlando/Jake - Brown eyed boy
~ LOTRIPS; Viggo/Orlando - Old Green truck
~ TW; Jack/Ianto - Black tie

Also, please make sure that you only have one prompt per comment as it makes it easier for everyone and gives you more chance of getting a fic in return for leaving the prompt :)

You can leave and answer as many prompts as you want to, or even write your own.

If you don't see anything that strikes your fancy writing from the prompts left today, feel free to head on over to the Lonely Prompts page and see what fun you can create from them ;)


Apr. 1st, 2009 05:32 am (UTC)
Mission Plans
It's hour four of the Longest Banquet Ever, and things are finally starting to die down. Lorne figures that he's got maybe another half hour or so before he can safely escape unnoticed. He's eager to do so; if he has to keep smiling much longer he's going to snap and shove his glass through someone's throat, and his uniform is bugging the hell out of him. He hasn't really liked his Class As since about, oh, when he was a cadet, and he's only grown to dislike them more since coming to Atlantis. The standard uniforms are extremely comfortable, especially once broken in. His blues, on the other hand, itch and no longer fit quite right thanks to the absurd about of running he does these days.

Lorne can sense trouble coming up behind him and maneuvers himself so that he's standing with a pillar blocking him from most of the room.

"Colonel," he says.

"Evening, Major," Sheppard says. He comes to a halt next to Lorne and, in direct contravention of proper posture and decorum, sticks his hands in his pockets. "Having fun?"

"Of course I am, sir."

"You've looked like you are."

"Have you been watching me?"

"Oh, yeah."

'Danger, Evan Lorne!' a voice in Lorne's head says. 'Danger!'

Lorne glances out of the corner of his eye and is just able to see Sheppard. "Like what you see, sir?"

"I do at that," Sheppard says. "Has anyone ever told you that you look great in dress blues? You're so trim and tidy, with just a hint of how built you are peeking out. Just a compact example of pure sexiness wrapped in a neat little blue package, waiting to be unwrapped. If I had my way, I think I'd find a wall to push you up against a wall, pull your cock free, and suck your brains out."

Lorne resists the urge to loosen his collar. "That would probably be a bit impractical given the setting, sir."

"The funny thing is, even when I was just fantasying about it I knew you'd say that," Sheppard replies with a deep chuckle. "Which means we'd have to find somewhere a little more private."

"That'd make sense, yes."

"So instead, I got to thinking of what else I could do. I could tie you down to the bed and get you all nice and spread out, for example, and play around with you for a while. It'd make getting your clothes off a little hard, though."

"Could be worked around," Lorne says thoughtfully. He shifts slightly to better hide the fact that he's half-hard. "There's more than one way to tie a person up."

"A desk could be a good substitute, I suppose. They tend to make access easier. Or I could just tie up your hands, maybe blindfold you, then get you down on your knees. Hell, the uniform could come off after a while to make things more interesting - after all, taking it off could be a lot of fun in and of itself."

"It sounds like an area worth exploring." Lorne raises an eyebrow. "I do see one mistake you've made, though."

Sheppard looks at him, curiosity and anticipation dancing in his eyes. "What's that?"

"You seem to be assuming I'll be the one taking orders and getting tied up."

Sheppard licks his lips. "You saying that's wrong, Lorne?"

"That I am. I'm going to do a last round and make my excuses. Meet me in my quarters in fifteen minutes." Lorne smirks. "All you'll need is your uniform, I've got anything else we might require."

Sheppard swallows and grins. "Sir, yes, sir."

Edited at 2009-04-01 05:47 am (UTC)
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Apr. 1st, 2009 02:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Mission Plans
Apr. 1st, 2009 10:20 pm (UTC)
Re: Mission Plans
Guh. Yeah. Thank you!

Like the turn-around at the end. Who's 'sir' now, Sheppard? ;)
Apr. 2nd, 2009 03:51 am (UTC)
Re: Mission Plans
Oh, Sheppard definitely knows who's in charge. :D
Apr. 2nd, 2009 03:12 am (UTC)
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Apr. 2nd, 2009 03:50 am (UTC)
Re: Mission Plans
Apr. 2nd, 2009 05:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Mission Plans
Oh yes.
Apr. 2nd, 2009 06:00 pm (UTC)
Re: Mission Plans
Mmm hmm.


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