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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[zekkass.livejournal.com]

[What am I doing here? I have been inspired by the Kink Meme. And your drabble is fantastic. Therefore, I attempt to write these two after a long time of not writing a thing.]

"Proper sex should make ya see stars. Make the Earth move." Rimmer said, murmuring to himself.

Lister lifted his head from Rimmer's arm. "What?"

Rimmer repeated himself, beginning to feel embarassed.

"Where'd you hear that?"

"You." Rimmer said, wishing he had never said the phrase in the first place. Lister would probably laugh at him for remembering something so...so silly! And then he'd tell him what he really thought of Rimmer, and that the sex had been a joke, and then...

Lister was talking. Rimmer focused his eyes.

"...mean, me?"

"Nevermind."

"Hey, now I want to know!" Lister pulled himself up, straddling Rimmer. Rimmer gulped at the position. It was too similar to what they had done...just done, actually.

"You...we were drunk and talking about sex." Rimmer said, barely above a whisper.

Lister grinned. "And I meant it, too."

(Lister was about as carefree as he could get. After years of wanting and hating...here he had his bundle of overwired nerves to himself.)

And he kissed Rimmer, just to show that he meant this, too.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

[Oh blast. I forgot the subject line. Anyhoo, I took the words: "Proper sex should make ya see stars. Make the Earth move."]

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

Good to see you - lovely vignette! :D

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

Rimmer gulped at the position.

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

"Well, go on then! Hurry!" Kryten jumped into one of the stasis pods, where Cat was already curled up and sleeping. Rimmer met Lister's eyes, before they both turned towards the remaining pod. Finally, Lister stepped inside. His legs stretched out in front of him, he motioned for Rimmer with a sullen expression.

Those legs. Rimmer gulped at the position. The damned things were so short, so why did they take up so much space? No matter where Rimmer sat, they would be touching his.

Death, or intimacy with Lister.

Well. He was already dead. Shrugging, Rimmer eased himself inside.

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!

Lister was about as carefree as he could get

[smaych.livejournal.com]

Lister was about as carefree as he could get. Which, for Lister, was very carefree indeed. He leaned back in his seat, took a hasty sip of his beer and resumed plucking idly at his guitar. Another sip of beer. He giggled to himself.

“What's got into you?” Rimmer's voice was cold water.

“I'm just happy.”

“Happy?” Rimmer sounded suspicious.

“Yeah! It's good to be alive, isn't it?”

“I don't know Lister, you tell me.”

Lister smiled and strummed what he hoped was a G chord. “I'm writing a song for yeh.”

Rimmer stared for a moment. “Oh,” he mumbled.

"It's good to be alive, isn't it?"

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

Lister awoke to Rimmer pacing the deck, looking suspiciously pleased with himself. He was even, Lister noted, to his shock and surprise, whistling. "What's wrong with you?"

"Wrong, Listy? Nothing! I have a parole meeting scheduled, that red-headed bird over on B-tower winked at me across the courtyard this afternoon, and this morning, if you'll remember, you broke your new guitar strings! It's good to be alive, isn't it?"

Lister snorted in disgust. "Alive? Aren't you always saying yer not..." He stopped, taking in the skinny, reedy form, the smooth, naked forehead...

"What?"

"Nothing."

He stopped, taking in the skinny, reedy form, the smooth, naked forehead...

[smaych.livejournal.com]

He stopped, taking in the skinny, reedy form, the smooth, naked forehead... It was himself! Only different. Too swaggering, too rosy-cheeked. And that hair! He looked like a gay pin-up. Rimmer was also sure the stranger's nostrils were far more flared, and his ears more sticky-outy than Rimmer's had ever been.

When the stranger spoke, he sounded like Rimmer's brother Frank.

“My God, it's me only much more handsome!” The stranger kept talking.

Rimmer's eyes drifted back to that forehead. In that moment, he hated him. The man slung his arm around Lister's shoulders. Rimmer felt sick.

When the stranger spoke, he sounded like Rimmer's brother Frank.

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

"So this is what you've made of yourself, eh?" When the stranger spoke, he sounded like Rimmer's brother Frank. Rimmer found that odd until he realized it was his brother Frank. "Mum sends her love."

“No, she doesn't. I suppose you came here to gloat. Why else would you be wearing your full Space Corps officer regalia?” Frank just grinned, and Rimmer fumed. “How's Howard?”

Frank stiffened. “He's not...”

“Got married, I heard. What was the groom's name... Kenneth? I'm very happy for him.”

Frank left, looking like he wanted to slap him. Rimmer watched, smirking.

I'm very happy for him

[smaych.livejournal.com]

“I'm very happy for him. I told you.”

Rimmer snorted in disbelief. “Poppycock. There's a man in some dimension out there living the life you always wanted and you aren't jealous?”

“I'm not like you.”

“Obviously.”

They paused.

Lister grinned suddenly. “Hey, d'you think there's a dimension where you an' me... you know!” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Rimmer looked Lister slowly up and down, considering a dimension where would sleep with a man, this man, whose standards of personal hygiene would embarrass a pig. He grimaced.

So he wasn't Ace Rimmer, Space Adventurer. There were, obviously, far worse things.

Re: I'm very happy for him

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Love!

Re: When the stranger spoke, he sounded like Rimmer's brother Frank.

[hazeltea.livejournal.com]

Fantastic! I love some Rimmer family dysfunction! :B

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Gah!

Re: Lister was about as carefree as he could get

[hazeltea.livejournal.com]

aww. I'd love to hear that song.

Re: Lister was about as carefree as he could get

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

I just tried to make something, but it's surprisingly hard to make a song made by someone with a guitar missing a string, who almost knows one chord.

Hm... That said, I do have a guitar with a missing string around... *idea*

Re: Lister was about as carefree as he could get

[hazeltea.livejournal.com]

Try taping your fingers together :B

Re: Lister was about as carefree as he could get

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

Right; that's it, I'm putting my gloves on. *gets to it*