It's been a while...drabble, anyone?
You Are [X] West Wing Drabble.A.Thon
I have commented 24 times specifying a location or setting as a prompt. Reply to the comment of your choice with your drabble. Drabbles can reflect any rating, but some of the locations are intended to elicit um...sensual situations.
The Rules :
><> Drabbles should feature at least one character from The West Wing. Crossovers are welcome should anyone so choose.
><> The action of the drabble needs to include a mention, reference or allusion to the location of the prompt.
><> The subject line of each comment should contain: title, pairing, rating. (pea.gee, arr, or en.sea.xvii).
><> It's first come, first serve. If a location has been taken, please select another.
><> One person can write up to three drabbles in one day.
><> A drabble is defined as 100 words exactly. (It's important, so I repeat: 100 words exactly.)
><> Feel free to pimp this out in personal lj's and communities.
><> Due to space, comments that are not drabbles will be deleted. Writers are encouraged to cross-post to personal lj's for feedback.
Thanks to those who participate!
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June 18 2005, 21:43:13 UTC 6 years ago
June 18 2005, 22:28:51 UTC 6 years ago
The Eyes Have It. pea.gea. Gen.
There's all sorts of things that can happen when she steps up to the podium. Sometimes they'll let her speak, sometimes they'll start screaming before she can open her mouth. They scribble down her words, record her sentences. They craft long articles examining her use of a single offhand comment. But she can shake that off; that's the easy part.The hard part is their gaze, their focus, the stares that are glued to her from the moment she walks in until the door shuts behind her.
It's their eyes that stay with her long after she leaves the room.
June 18 2005, 21:43:42 UTC 6 years ago
June 18 2005, 23:02:29 UTC 6 years ago
Words and Phrases. Bruno, Toby, Sam. pea.gee
He can’t walk past the communications bullpen without speeding up.There are times he just dreads that place. Because Toby will be there, being his usual brilliant self, and Sam, not yet as brilliant but the only one who doesn’t have any idea how radiantly brilliant he will be in ten years, and there will be notepads, pencils, laptops, and coffee, and Toby and Sam will take words and phrases and turn them into pure magic. There are times he just can’t stand brilliance of that caliber.
It reminds him of why he’s a campaign manager and not a speechwriter.
June 18 2005, 21:43:58 UTC 6 years ago
June 18 2005, 21:44:22 UTC 6 years ago
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June 18 2005, 22:38:21 UTC 6 years ago
Ramble, J/D, pea.gee
She's rambling again.I'd get her a coffee but she never gets me one.
Petty? Hell, yeah!
The idea of her in prison pimping herself out amuses me. As does the visual of her farm girl ass, in overalls, milking a cow.
I'm trying not to laugh. But when she goes into rant mode it's like a five year old saying a dirty word. You're stunned but you can't help giggling.
Now she's glaring. I should probably leave her alone to get on with it.
If I stay, I will laugh and she'll find a way to punish me.
Hmm.
(reposted because I can't spell)
June 18 2005, 21:44:55 UTC 6 years ago
June 21 2005, 05:20:19 UTC 6 years ago
Hand Gesures, J/D, pea.gee
It's rare when they can have a sit-down lunch together. Not a bag of fast-food or take-out. A real, honest lunch, even if it's in the Mess.He pauses in the midst of a sentence to down a swig of soda, and she takes the opportunity to ask a question, and then it's him talking again. Sometimes she’ll half-tune him out and just watch him; it’s amazing to watch him light up like he does when he’s talking like this. She wonders how someone can be that passionate about anything.
He gestures wildly, and she doesn’t bother suppressing a smile.
June 18 2005, 21:45:09 UTC 6 years ago
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June 19 2005, 06:02:24 UTC 6 years ago
Ascension, J/D, arr, meh.
Four AM. Twenty-five stories from the ground floor to his room, and he hopes like hell that no one tries to get on while they’re going up. Because it would be awfully difficult to explain why his assistant has her hand down his pants. Or why he has her dress hiked up and her underwear pulled down. She’s counting off the floors as they ascend. It would be irritating if he wasn’t so distracted by her hand.“Twenty-five,” she gasps, just as he’s managed to find that spot on her inner wall. They tumble out and stumble to his room.
June 18 2005, 21:46:02 UTC 6 years ago
June 19 2005, 02:46:01 UTC 6 years ago
Passing Ships, J/D, pea.gee, set during S6
He’s going down the stairs and she’s coming up and he can’t help but wonder if there’s a cosmic message in that.She pauses two steps before she reaches him, so he stops too, waits for her to speak. If she even will.
“Are you coming back from --”
“Yeah, I have a meeting --”
“I was just bringing these talking points --”
“Oh.”
A painful pause, accompanied by the merciless hum of fluorescent lighting. And then she moves, brushing past him on her way up the cement steps. He smells her perfume, the familiar scent summoning some half-forgotten memory.
June 18 2005, 21:46:16 UTC 6 years ago
June 18 2005, 21:46:28 UTC 6 years ago
June 22 2005, 07:22:30 UTC 6 years ago
Spices. Amy/Donna. implied arrr
"Honey?"Pulling on her Black Sabbath t-shirt, and freeing her loose hair from the collar, Amy turned back to Donna, "Yea?."
"What were you cooking when I came in? Before we...uh got distracted?"
Donna was still in the same spot and looked ...uncomfortable.
"Enchilladas. An ex taught me how when I was working on a campaign in New Mexico. You're gonna lo="
"Did you wash your hands?"
"No. Why wou-"
Donna jumpped down from the kitchen counter, kicking off her pajama bottoms as she slammed the bathroom door.
When it dawned on her Amy shrieked aloud.
"Oh Shit! Chilipowder!
June 18 2005, 21:46:39 UTC 6 years ago
June 25 2005, 04:42:22 UTC 6 years ago
Whole, Toby/Andy, en.sea.xvii, post ITSOTG
Andy was in his kitchen when Toby arrived home just before dawn on the night of the shooting. Before she could ask if he was okay, he had her bent over the table, arms splayed and fingers gripping, pushing back against his body, meeting each frantic thrust.His nails scratched into her back as he raked his hand down her spine, red marks rising immediately in confirmation. She was real, she was whole. Her blood pumped, her heart beat. Her lungs held air and forced it out in low, guttural moans, crying his name and reminding him, he was alive.
June 18 2005, 21:46:48 UTC 6 years ago
June 19 2005, 05:35:32 UTC 6 years ago
Not so public relations , CJ/Toby, arr
I apologise for the sucking------------------
Afterwards she told him that she’d been too busy ranting to notice where she was.
For some reason he didn’t believe her.
She had walked into his room without thinking, her diatribe on his blocking of her press release loud and a little unclear. The realization he wasn’t there stopped her mid-curse.
The muffled sound of running water from behind the bathroom door dampened her anger, inspiring images that produced a pooling of want low in her abdomen. Maybe there was a better way to get her message across.
Stripping quickly, she opened the door and launched her surprise attack.
June 18 2005, 21:46:58 UTC 6 years ago
June 19 2005, 01:44:26 UTC 6 years ago
Dialect Simplified - Toby/CJ - Arr.
His bearded chin chafes skin between her shoulder blades, her thighs spread into capable hands, his hot breath in her ear.She moans, loudly; she doesn’t care, and rearranges her legs, now facing the sink, palms flat against nondescript walls, one foot on the edge of the counter. It’s why she does yoga.
They can’t be bothered with undressing, his belt buckle digs into the back of her thigh with each thrust; he’s hot and throbbing and everywhere, he knows this, his lip trembles when he reaches between her legs with those callused fingers that get her every single time.
June 18 2005, 21:47:13 UTC 6 years ago
June 18 2005, 21:47:43 UTC 6 years ago
June 20 2005, 00:57:21 UTC 6 years ago
Repayment, S3 Donna/Cliff, love my Green Giant pea-gees
She didn't care why Georgetown's stacks were their neutral ground because he was still charming and attractive and she absolutely couldn't be seen with him.Just before midnight she'd walk straight past him, heading down to a deserted floor. They'd talk, quietly. He'd crack jokes.
Then he'd attack her on her study-carrel perch, pushing up her skirt. Or she'd attack him, pushing him down on his chair and straddling him.
Afterwards, he always looked like he wanted to invite her back to his apartment.
He was still charming and attractive and good for her, but gratitude only went so far.
June 18 2005, 21:47:54 UTC 6 years ago
June 20 2005, 00:53:50 UTC 6 years ago
Sacco and Vanzetti, CJ/Toby, arr! matey
There’s a crack in the top of the phone booth, but it’s a blessing in disguise - the rain pouring down the wall behind you feels like ice, like needles puncturing your skin, but it’s lubricating the flesh wrapped over your spine just enough that as your back slides up and down the filthy plastic you avoid a burn.It’s hard to find a proper phone booth anymore. It’s amusing that you had to go to the bad side of town to locate one.
You concoct alibis throughout your orgasm, for both of you, but really you’re the guilty one.
June 18 2005, 21:48:05 UTC 6 years ago
June 18 2005, 21:48:14 UTC 6 years ago
June 28 2005, 19:46:57 UTC 6 years ago
Leather Burn, J/D, arr
She'd pay for this for days.The steering wheel rubbed uncomfortably against her back leaving what she was sure would be a nasty mark.
It mattered very little as his lips attached to her nipple and his fingers grazed the inside of her thigh.
His fingers reached her core and stroked her lightly until she gave a quivered and shook.
She felt his fingers touch her tentatively and then more assuredly.
She felt disconnected from her body. She needed more. Now.
She leaned back, silently asking for more when she came in contact with the horn.
The spell was broken.
June 18 2005, 21:48:23 UTC 6 years ago
June 18 2005, 21:48:36 UTC 6 years ago
June 19 2005, 04:35:17 UTC 6 years ago
Unraveling, Andy/Toby, arr
He pins her against the car, strong hands circling delicate wrists. She’s powerful, surrounded by power, and he knows how to take it from her when she’d least expect it - like now, after they’ve spent an hour arguing (after she’s spent an hour watching his eyes darken). She’s unraveling from the low gravel in his voice as he says her name, as he spins her around and presses into her. His mouth hovers, and she’s holding her breath, not daring to speak, to move as his thigh tenses between her legs.She gave him a key for nights like these.