drabble (request #4)

for heartofslash:

Ewan/Eric:

Adrenaline is the best drug. They'd outlaw it if they could, but they can't, just like they can't outlaw Ewan in leather, no matter how lethal he is.

Dusty with desert grime, thirteen hours from home base, four since we last saw some startled peasants, and all I can see is a thousand kilometers of sand and him in front of me, thighs and arse clinging to purring metal.

Ewan, all of him, is lethal, and it is far more than a love of speed or bikes that makes my adrenaline rise when he's around. I can't wait for nightfall.



(I'm working on the others, slowly but surely...)

drabbles (request #5)

for telesilla:

Viggo/Bean:

The trailer door slams shut and Viggo's eyes look crazed, impossible to read. His walk is predatory, but I'm not intimidated. Fuck him. Who does he think he is? The cameras have stopped; he isn't the bloody king. I growl without quite meaning to, but don't stop myself either.

He circles as I wait for him to make his move, alert and ready. For anything he'll do, any switch his mood will make. He could fight, exorcise Aragorn's frustration with Boromir. Or he could yank at my clothes and try to fuck me into the floor.

Either way, I win.



Liam/Ewan:

"Did you ask her?"

I look away from him, away from temptation. "No."

"Are you going to?" His voice is a mix of patient and petulant. Trying not to push but still wanting to get his way.

"I don't know yet." An honest, yet not entirely truthful, answer. I don't know if I'm going to ask her; I don't know if I want to. If I want him that much. If I truly want to do this, let alone honorably. Perhaps it's more fun if it's illicit.

Everything is more fun when you know you shouldn't, but do it anyway.


ETA: helenasrenn very kindly pointed out that it's unclear who the 'her' is in the above drabble -- it's Natasha Richardson, Liam's wife. I was still thinking about my comments/opinions back to telesilla when she requested this pairing, and didn't mean to be obscure.