Christmassy Drabble Tree

[janamelie.livejournal.com]

Sorry if this is a little early, but we've had these in the past and I thought it might be fun.  The way it works, for anyone new to it, is one person posts a drabble (about 100 words; it doesn't have to be exact) and the next person takes a line from that and uses it in their own drabble.

(I've used a prompt I gave Kahvi elsewhere, but I'm sure her interpretation will be different from mine.)

"It's ruined!  Ruined!"  Rimmer pointed a long, dramatic finger at the rainbow hued chart, which was divided neatly into squares adorned with painstaking copperplate handwriting.

Lister raised an eyebrow as he wafted the stench of charred pudding away from his nose.  "Yeah, man.  The fact that I messed up your fancy table is really the important thing here."

"The pudding was supposed to be eaten by 3pm so we could spend the next hour relaxing, followed by "It's A Wonderful Life" in the cinema at four, then dinner at seven thirty..."

His despairing tirade was cut short as a pair of whisky-moistened lips landed on his own.

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[janamelie.livejournal.com]

Here's a link to the last one for additional inspiration: http://reddwarfslash.livejournal.com/464270.html

[rosecathy1.livejournal.com]

"I don't see why not," Lister drawled, leaning even more heavily on the back of the chair.

"It's meant to hold one person. One. It says so on the label! Besides, even if it could take both our weights, the hydraulics simply weren't designed for rapid up-and-down movement at the rate of - "

His despairing tirade was cut short as a pair of whisky-moistened lips landed on his own.

"Rapid, eh?" Rimmer kept his eyes closed after they'd parted; his cheeks were on fire. "Why don't you settle down here - " — firm hands steered him into the chair — "and tell me exactly how rapid?"

[janamelie.livejournal.com]

Oh, yum. :D

(Technically it should be Christmas themed, but you know what? I don't really care. Whatever inspires people.) ;)

[rosecathy1.livejournal.com]

*facepalm* I knew I forgot something.
(Just assume it's Christmas...that's why Lister has the good whisky...yes.)

[janamelie.livejournal.com]

And the chair's a gift. ;) Easily explained. :)

[lordvalerymimes.livejournal.com]

Rimmer kept his eyes closed after they'd parted; his cheeks were on fire. His self-inflicted blindness left him ill-prepared as Lister dove in for a second even more enthusiastic kiss. He stumbled and fell heavily against the wall of the galley, the press of Lister against him doing little to halt the flash of heat that was steadily creeping across every inch of his skin.

"Lister," he mumbled around the onslaught of his bunkmate's warm lips and tongue. With his eyelids determinedly closed, the hologram made a half-hearted attempt to hold his eager lover at bay. "Is... this... really... necessary..." he managed to blurt out in an awkward staccato while Lister continued to shower him with kisses.

"Just a few more," Lister murmured into Rimmer's ear before pulling the hologram to him. Rimmer, resigned to his fate, sighed deeply into Lister's mouth as he returned the kiss. Only when Lister finally pulled away, leaving him disheveled and painfully hard did Rimmer dare to open his eyes. Rimmer slid to the floor with a groan as he saw Cat, retching piteously in a corner, and Kryten, desperately trying to remove his eyeballs from their sockets with a soup spoon.

"Happy Christmas love," Lister cried out, spreading his hands wide. Rimmer gazed up at his bunkmate, for the first time able to fully appreciate the aesthetics of the mistletoe hat that Lister had concocted. Several sprigs of greenery hung from springy bits of wire that cascaded out from a Father Christmas hat. Perched on top of his bunkmate's happy, boyish face, the effect was somewhere between amusing and ridiculous. Rimmer found himself grinning in spite of himself.

[lordvalerymimes.livejournal.com]

That was probably a bit too long. Sorry for that. I tend to be a bit wordy. :-o

[janamelie.livejournal.com]

Don't apologise - I'm kind of stunned how much hotness you packed into that! We'll just call it a double drabble. ;)

For others reading this, it doesn't matter to me if you end up producing a ficlet - the more the better. :D And lines which we've used as a springboard can be reused if you like. :)

[lordvalerymimes.livejournal.com]

I haven't been able to write any slash for such a long time, I think I was feeling a bit backed-up. Open the floodgates! ;)

[janamelie.livejournal.com]

Open the floodgates by all means. :D

(Although slash isn't obligatory here. Extremely welcome but not obligatory.) ;)

I just have to share Kahvi's take on the prompt I gave her on Tumblr. Priceless. :) http://norwegianpornfaerie.tumblr.com/post/105031191547/drabble-advent-calendar-2014-december-12th

‘The fact that I messed up your fancy table is really the important thing here.’

[laurenthemself]

‘The fact that I messed up your fancy table is really the important thing here.’

‘It is!’ Rimmer protests. ‘Apart from anything else, it took me three hours to persuade Kryten to let me use the good tablecloth.’

Said tablecloth is now rumpled and suspiciously stained. There are knives and forks on the floor, and the former centrepiece – rare holly and candles – is upside down in a bowl of trifle.

‘It’s your fault anyway,’ Lister says.

‘What?!’

‘When I suggested we have mid-Christmas dinner sex, I meant between courses, not on the table.’

Rimmer can’t really refute this sparkling-eyed observation.

[janamelie.livejournal.com]

Ooh, saucy! Cranberry sauce, perhaps. *Brain descends rapidly to gutter* ;)

What?!

[rosecathy1.livejournal.com]

"What?!"

"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve," Lister repeated patiently.

Rimmer pulled a timetable from under his mattress and jostled it as though he could shift Time itself. "No, no, you've got it all wrong, as usual," he gabbled, keeping his back to Lister. "Christmas is next - good god!"

Lister chuckled. "So you haven't bought my present then."

I have, Rimmer replied silently as Lister sauntered out the door. That's not the problem.

He retrieved the gloves from their hiding place. If he weren't him, they wouldn't seem so out of place, but...they'd most likely give Lister the wrong (right) impression.

RE: What?!

[janamelie.livejournal.com]

Ooh, now I'm wondering if they're a new pair of studded motorcycle gloves or something more ... intimate. ;)

Thanks for writing another - I'll do the same if I can think of one. :)

RE: What?!

[janamelie.livejournal.com]

Also a round of applause for your use of the word "sauntered". A perfect Lister word. :)

RE: What?!

[rosecathy1.livejournal.com]

*"Jostled" should be changed to...something else, I forget. I think my brain fell out at that point.

RE: What?!

[rosecathy1.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :) I saw this as pre-series, so just regular gloves (a non-crappy gift for once!), but it can of course be interpreted differently.