Drabble tree!

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

I played with this over at fakenews_fanfic, and I thought it might be fun to try over here. Here's how it works - I post a drabble, and anyone who wants to participate replies to this post with another drabble containing one of the sentences or phrases from the original drabble. The subject line should be the words you took. The next person should continue the trend, stealing a sentence or phrase and beginning their own.

Any particular drabble can be drawn from as many times as you want. If you don't feel like posting 100 words exactly, that's OK. Near-drabbles of approximately 100 words are fine too. It's about having fun, not exact definitions. ;)

General disclaimer: The writers herein are just having fun, making no claims of ownership, and earning no money.




It was far too late, and they were far too drunk, which was why they had even ventured near this subject. "Yer not serious," Lister spluttered, beer spilling from the can he was waving. "You've never even had proper sex!"

Rimmer shrugged. "I have, once. Overrated, if you ask me."

"Then it wasn't proper sex," Lister concluded. "Proper sex should make ya see stars. Make the Earth move."

"Are you saying," Rimmer asked, dryly, "that I haven't met the right person yet?"

Lister looked into his eyes just a little too long. "Whatever, man," he mumbled.

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Shrugging, Rimmer eased himself inside.

[smaych.livejournal.com]

Shrugging, Rimmer eased himself inside.

Lister gasped and closed his eyes. Rimmer leant down and tentatively brushed his lips over the shut eyelids. He hoped he was doing this right.

It felt incredible. Tight, hot, almost painful.

“Are... are you okay?” He whispered brokenly.

Lister opened his eyes, nodded shakily and smiled. A classic Lister smile, all dimples and twinkling eyes. Rimmer placed it at about 4.5 on a scale of chirpy to ecstatic. He started to smile back as he thrust, gently. Lister's smile turned into an open-mouthed whimper. When the smile returned, it was up to 5.0.

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

Check you out with your mad NC-17 writing skillz! :D *cheerleads excitedly*

That deserves a drabble in turn, I think... *gets to work*

[smaych.livejournal.com]

Now I have a mental image of you with pompoms!

Thanks for the cheerleading :)

A classic Lister smile, all dimples and twinkling eyes.

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

Rimmer had been meaning to call it a night. Hard light holograms didn't sleep much, but the Snugiraffe-Seamongorilla conflict had escalated to full-on war, and he wouldn't have minded a kip before setting off head first into that. The man in the alleyway behind him had, however, followed him all the way from the bar. Best let him down easy. "Sorry, old chap. Love to knock boots and all that, but simply don't..."

The man smiled. A classic Lister smile, all dimples and twinkling eyes.

Rimmer sighed. It wasn't Lister. But beggars never could be choosers, could they?

The man in the alleyway behind him had, however, followed him all the way from the bar.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

This "Ace" thing was not so bad, Rimmer decided. He looked like a twink, for sure, but women loved it, and he had become rather adroit at avoiding conflict. The true test of a man, he decided, was not in how brainlessly he threw himself into the right fight, but how well he rallied other people into it before ducking out himself.

The man in the alleyway behind him had, however, followed him all the way from the bar.

Rimmer sighed, thinking about all of the ways to apologize to someone that large for calling his mother a wombat-faced galoot.

This “Ace” thing was not so bad, Rimmer decided.

[smaych.livejournal.com]

This “Ace” thing was not so bad, Rimmer decided. He was finally a hero, he had standing in the universe, and he was getting more sex in one night than some people get in a lifetime. Sad, lonely people, of course. And the only price was the stupid hair, which he was thinking of changing anyway if that deranged stalker of a computer would let him.

Still, something was wrong. The last time he'd seen Bonjella he'd called her a chirpy, gerbil-faced smeg head just to see how she reacted. Try explaining that to the King of War World!