Drabble Tree Time!
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reddwarfslashIf 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 (or part thereof) from the previous drabble in their drabble.
This one is unthemed, I just felt like starting one. The last one we did is here (am searching for other examples to tag as well).
He could never remember who’d reached for whom first. His hand had made contact with Rimmer’s hard-light form, touching his side through that stupid blue jacket; Rimmer’s hand had closed on his shoulder, squeezing hard, and they’d given each other a look of disbelief. This opened up a whole world of things that had previously been impossible.
They’d lost no time in trying out several of those things that night. Drowsing with his arm draped across Rimmer’s bare chest, half-open eyes focused on the silly grin on the hologram’s face, Lister understood: all they’d both needed was a good shag.
This one is unthemed, I just felt like starting one. The last one we did is here (am searching for other examples to tag as well).
He could never remember who’d reached for whom first. His hand had made contact with Rimmer’s hard-light form, touching his side through that stupid blue jacket; Rimmer’s hand had closed on his shoulder, squeezing hard, and they’d given each other a look of disbelief. This opened up a whole world of things that had previously been impossible.
They’d lost no time in trying out several of those things that night. Drowsing with his arm draped across Rimmer’s bare chest, half-open eyes focused on the silly grin on the hologram’s face, Lister understood: all they’d both needed was a good shag.
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Date: 2010-08-19 09:11 am (UTC)This opened up a whole world of things that had previously been impossible. There were people now, people he could drink with, flirt with, just generally *around*! All right, he was in prison, but there was parole. He hadn't realised how much he missed people, and stopped noticing his crew in favour of others.
He almost didn't recognise Rimmer when he bumped Dave out of the way and took a full blow to the chest from Killcrazy. He really didn't recognise him when Rimmer successfully *fought back.*
"Leave. Us. Alone," Rimmer demanded, face stern.
Bloody hell. But, where was Wildfire?