The reason I ship with OCs in my writing is because it’s unpredictable. There are no expectations as with canonships.
This has been your random thought from my busy Saturday. Two parties today!
Monthly Archives: March 2013
Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild
She riposted immediately, “I could go for Hot Wheels; there’s all that glorious flat space in the workshop to run them on. Or, you know, a really nice RC car.” She grinned. “Of course you’re not going to tell me! And I’m not going to give my real guesses, either.” Deliberately childish, she stuck out her tongue, then put another piece of duck on it. “Tony, this is really good.”He tipped his head to one side, contemplatively. “Pretty sure I’ve got a couple RC cars stashed somewhere in the penthouse,” he mused. “At least I don’t think I got rid of them. They’re probably hiding with the super soakers.” He stuck his tongue out in return and then flicked a pea at her. “Considering the price, I would be severely disappointed if it wasn’t really good.”
Summer dodged absently. “Oh, come on, you of all people should know that money is no guarantee of quality.” She considered her plate, two-thirds empty, and frowned a little. “Despite that, I think I’m done. I’m a little person, I can’t eat this much.”
Tony shrugged nonchalantly. “That doesn’t mean I’m not disappointed when it turns out something’s over priced.” He flicked another pea at her. “Is tonight a night for dessert, or would you rather I get the check so you can get your present?”
“What is this food fight you are trying to start?” Summer picked up her knife and shook it at him. “Let me see the desserts … ” She flipped through, and her eyes lit. “Oh, they have carrot cake! I /love/ carrot cake. Please, Tony?”
“Of course I’m gunna brag about it,” Tony laughed, rolling his eyes. “But not to my friends. Just to you. You think I’m gunna let you forget this ever?” He chuckled, giving Summer a gentle kiss. “Good to know you still think I’m that much of an asshole though.”
She whacked him. A rush of feeling, complex and tangled, drove energy through her bones, and she sat up, climbed off his lap, and grabbed his hand. “Not on the couch. I want a bed, a proper bed, and more kisses.”
“Whatever you say, princess,” Tony said, rolling his eyes. He quickly led Summer to his room and threw himself on the bed. “Come on,” he grinned, holding his arms out to her. “We got all night but I hate waiting,” he laughed.
Slowly, she climbed onto the bed after him, sliding into his arms and lifting her face to his. A few kisses, slow and hot, emboldened her enough to push him over on his back. One leg swung over his hip, and then she was clutching his hands, eyes wide and a little frightened, and pressing down on his cock.
Valentine’s Day
She sighed, half smiling, and pushed past him to stand under the water. “Maybe we can think of places over dinner. In the meantime, stop being so sexy so we might actually make it to your surprise!”
“I could say the same for you dear.” Victor ducked his head under the water to rinse his hair out then he shook himself before he grabbed a towel for himself and stepped out. He held a towel out for Summer as well while he dried his hair off.
“I,” Summer paused for emphasis, “am hardly distractingly sexy.” She exchanged nose kisses with Doc, perched on the counter, and dried herself for the second time in an hour, before picking up her hairbrush and drawing long strokes through her copper hair.
“I beg to differ darling.” He looked at himself in the mirror as he ruffled his hair with the towel before running his fingers through his hair, spiking it slightly. Victor picked up his watch and put it back on. After that, he went in search of the rest of his clothes which he put on in quick succession.
“Mmmm, begging.” She laughed to herself in the mirror, and Doc perked her ears up at her. “Just being silly, lil Doc.” Quick fingers twined a few braids into the locks around her face, looping them back to hold the rest out of the way.
Hey, Summer, you’re not busy or anything at the moment, are you?
No, not really … what do you need, honey?
Valentine’s Day
She sighed, half smiling, and pushed past him to stand under the water. “Maybe we can think of places over dinner. In the meantime, stop being so sexy so we might actually make it to your surprise!”
“I could say the same for you dear.” Victor ducked his head under the water to rinse his hair out then he shook himself before he grabbed a towel for himself and stepped out. He held a towel out for Summer as well while he dried his hair off.
“I,” Summer paused for emphasis, “am hardly distractingly sexy.” She exchanged nose kisses with Doc, perched on the counter, and dried herself for the second time in an hour, before picking up her hairbrush and drawing long strokes through her copper hair.
Valentine’s Day
“I really do.” Carefully she slipped past the curtain behind Victor, planting a quick kiss on his shoulderblades. “One day,” she sighed, “I’ll be able to buy a house with a big shower and a separate tub.”
Victor nodded as he lathered some shampoo in his hair. “If you ever want some help with that love you need only ask. I, myself, want to take the time out some day and build my own house,” He trailed off wistfully, “Some island somewhere.”
“You’ll starve,” she predicted equitably. “Islands are nice, but ultimately not that practical. Shame, really.”
A laugh escaped him and he half joked, “I’ll fish and garden then!” His smile kept up even as he recalled the camp runs he had to do back at the Institute, surviving for two and a half days given only a knife. “I think I’d do alright.”
“No, silly, human food is easy. Vampire food … not so simple, yes?” She picked up the soap, squirting a blob into her hand, and began to wash his back. “Anyway, you would miss me.” That was complacent.
His back arched a little at the sudden cold of the soap before he relaxed again. “Ah, yeah, believe it or not, I tend to forget myself when it comes to survival situations like that, the training has been drilled in pretty far I guess.” Victor turned around for a moment to place a kiss on her nose and begin to wash her with some soap as well. “You are most definitely right, I would miss you far too much.”
“Better find a populated island — oh, wait! We are on one.” Summer grinned. “Oy, hey! I was just going to rinse off … “
“Very true; I suppose somewhere upstate would be nice.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “Well I suppose it’s a good thing we’re in the shower so that you can just rinse off again silly.”
She sighed, half smiling, and pushed past him to stand under the water. “Maybe we can think of places over dinner. In the meantime, stop being so sexy so we might actually make it to your surprise!”
Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild
She riposted immediately, “I could go for Hot Wheels; there’s all that glorious flat space in the workshop to run them on. Or, you know, a really nice RC car.” She grinned. “Of course you’re not going to tell me! And I’m not going to give my real guesses, either.” Deliberately childish, she stuck out her tongue, then put another piece of duck on it. “Tony, this is really good.”He tipped his head to one side, contemplatively. “Pretty sure I’ve got a couple RC cars stashed somewhere in the penthouse,” he mused. “At least I don’t think I got rid of them. They’re probably hiding with the super soakers.” He stuck his tongue out in return and then flicked a pea at her. “Considering the price, I would be severely disappointed if it wasn’t really good.”
Summer dodged absently. “Oh, come on, you of all people should know that money is no guarantee of quality.” She considered her plate, two-thirds empty, and frowned a little. “Despite that, I think I’m done. I’m a little person, I can’t eat this much.”
Merry Jesus fucking ass Christ on a CRACKER Tony!