Rarepair Drabble Tree

[laurenthemself]

If you haven't done the drabble tree thing before, someone posts a drabble (a 100-word ficlet) and then in comments people posts new drabbles, using a line from the previous drabble in their drabble.

By request, here is the base of a rarepair drabble tree -- so for this drabble tree, make your pairing something other than Lister/Rimmer.

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There was nothing like the chance to finally be alone. Starbug's cockpit was cramped but for the time being they didn't need him. Rimmer stretched out on the bunk, one command vanishing his clothes, another command calling in his favourite aid to self-gratification. The others were busy; he could really enjoy himself this time.

He was almost at the pinnacle of pleasure when Lister unexpectedly walked in. The Scouser's face was undeniably unimpressed as he took in all the details of the passionate scene.

'Can't you at least shut the door, man? That’s disgustin'.'

'Mr Flibble's very unfulfilled,' Rimmer grumped.

Comments

"Just no."

[hazeltea.livejournal.com]

"No." Spanners spat, shoving the drunken man from his chest. "Just no." There were limits, he insisted, to what he would do to get his way, but more importantly, there was a limit to the number of times he'd do them. What had begun as a bargaining chip in his underhanded schemes to keep his best friend from committing suicide had become a regular affair, consummated each Friday, after the routine briefing.

Bongo stumbled over his tool kit and landed against his chest, his briefcase clattering from his grasp to the floor. Spanners glanced ruefully at the blueprints and made up his mind.The other regarded him with a shy, goofy grin, and Spanners sunk to his knees.

There were limits, he insisted, to what he would do to get his way, but more importantly (...)

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

Their 'meetings' always ended the same way; with Rimmer backing into a corner, waving his hands defensively, much as he was doing now. What an utterly, utterly revolting thing to suggest, he spluttered. There were limits, he insisted, to what he would do to get his way, but more importantly, there was a limit to the number of times he'd do them. This Rimmer said and did.

As for what Rimmer thought...

His eyes were wide, his lips were moist from licking, his pupils were dilated, and his body shook in anticipation.

Grinning, Ackerman began to unbuckle his belt.