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crossover_chick) wrote2009-05-14 10:12 pm
crossover_chick) wrote2009-05-14 10:12 pm
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I Have Been Inspired
New "Corpse Bride" fic up at FF.net has inspired me to post another one of my Victor/Alice shortfics. Before I do, though, where's Tie-Twister?
-D: I believe he's in the bathroom. He should be out in a minute.-
Right. *leaves*
*click of a lock heard*
*comes back* Now that that's settled --
-VM: Wait a minute, what the hell? Did you just lock him in the bathroom?-
Yup. After the "pants" thing yesterday, it's probably best that he not be present for this.
-VD2: . . . Perchance, was this new fic posted to the "M" section of FF.net?-
Yup. And this current fic, while not quite that level, probably would send him into conniptions. Good thing Rift!Victor and Alice live at the Inkwell and not here, too. . . .
-M: This one's gonna be interesting.-
I believe I warned everyone before that I had "worse" than some of the other fics:
6. The space between dream and reality – Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These
Her lips pressed against his, warm and soft. Victor kissed eagerly back, reaching a hand back to run his fingers through her hair. Alice did the same to him. The feel of her nails against his scalp was heavenly. Victor couldn’t help a moan escaping his mouth. He felt Alice’s lips part with his, and her tongue lightly brush his lower lip. He hesitated a moment, then slowly slid his own tongue into her mouth. Alice appeared to be inspired by this, grabbing his head and pushing it firmly against hers as her tongue tangled with his. Victor was startled briefly, then responded with equal fervor.
After a minute, Victor felt Alice’s hands moving downward, sliding between them and pushing them apart slightly. She undid the buttons on his suitcoat, pulling it off him. Next came his vest, then his shirt. Victor finally broke the kiss, practically gasping as he asked, “Shouldn’t I be undressing you?”
Alice grinned at him, green eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. “What’s stopping you?” she whispered, voice husky.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He let Alice get his undershirt off, then set to work on the buttons of her dress. They were small and hard to see, but his nimble fingers found and undid them easily. In what felt like no time at all, the frock was on the floor, leaving Alice in naught but her stockings and corset. The sight of her so scantily attired was scandalous – but also delicious. Victor shifted a bit, finding his pants to suddenly be rather tight. . . .
He didn’t have much of a chance to do anything about them, though. Alice pounced on him, pushing him hard against the mattress as she bruised her lips on his. Victor let her hold him there for a moment, then wrapped one arm around her and pushed off with the other, rolling over and –
Something hard hit him in the face. “Ow!”
Victor blinked and found himself nose-to-plank with his floor. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his nose. That had hurt. Why was he on the floor anyway? He glanced up at his bed, looming over him. He must have rolled right out of it during his dream. . . .
His dream. Victor felt his cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment. Oh my! How could I dream such a thing? How could I entertain such thoughts about Alice? I’m betrothed to another woman! Someone I’ve never met, granted – but still! Alice is our guest, and has shown me nothing but kindness and respect (and her corset – NO! That was merely a matter of helping her to breathe, I wouldn’t have done it if there’d been a single other person in the house). I should do the same for her, even in sleep!
Besides, she – she’d never want someone like me anyway. . . .
Victor groaned again, sliding his hand up to his forehead. The worst part was, with the dream so fresh in his mind, he was still rather – excited. His body was rather insistently demanding release. But he couldn’t – “pleasure” himself to Alice’s image! It was improper, it was wrong, it was – it –
It was so warm in here, with the memory of dream-Alice’s hot lips against his. . . .
Victor sighed and closed his eyes. God forgive me, he thought, reaching inside his pajamas. And please – make sure she never finds out!
-TD: Yes, you were completely right to lock Tie-Twister in the bathroom.-
You see? Hello semi-porn! This is definitely one of my more "risque" fics. It's another "Solicitor's Ward" universe fic, with this dream taking place a few days before the wedding. The fic 20th Anniversary provided a lot of inspiration. Alice, of course, is a lot saucier than Victoria -- at least in Victor's imagination. I've actually had thoughts of a Victor/Alice wedding night fic in which Alice tells Victor that, of them, HE probably knows more about sex -- because he was conscious during puberty.
-VDM: *blushing* That's -- gonna be awkward.-
They giggle a lot in the rough drafts in my head, yes. Anyway, the incident with Alice's corset is going to be in the second chapter of the future fic -- Alice's Aunt Susan has gotten her a new corset, but it doesn't quite fit right, and she laces it far too tight. Alice attempts to bear it for her aunt's sake, but is eventually forced to seek help so she can breathe. However, most everyone has vacated the house for one reason or another, so the only person she can ask for help from is -- you guessed it -- Victor. Soooo awkward. And of course Mayhew walks back in while Alice is half-clad, so. . . .
-M2: You're just plain evil.-
Conflict and angst writes stories. And it does lead to them getting closer and falling in love.
Final note -- another "jukebox" story, as the title is from the song of the same name. It just felt very appropriate.
*indistinct banging noises and cries of "Hey, let me out!"*
-DW: You're going to have to let him out sometime.-
I know. Here's the key -- give me a five minute head start.
-DW: Three.-
Hey, now --
-MF: Who's been having to eat your little porn bunnies again?-
Fine, three. *flees!*
-D: I believe he's in the bathroom. He should be out in a minute.-
Right. *leaves*
*click of a lock heard*
*comes back* Now that that's settled --
-VM: Wait a minute, what the hell? Did you just lock him in the bathroom?-
Yup. After the "pants" thing yesterday, it's probably best that he not be present for this.
-VD2: . . . Perchance, was this new fic posted to the "M" section of FF.net?-
Yup. And this current fic, while not quite that level, probably would send him into conniptions. Good thing Rift!Victor and Alice live at the Inkwell and not here, too. . . .
-M: This one's gonna be interesting.-
I believe I warned everyone before that I had "worse" than some of the other fics:
6. The space between dream and reality – Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These
Her lips pressed against his, warm and soft. Victor kissed eagerly back, reaching a hand back to run his fingers through her hair. Alice did the same to him. The feel of her nails against his scalp was heavenly. Victor couldn’t help a moan escaping his mouth. He felt Alice’s lips part with his, and her tongue lightly brush his lower lip. He hesitated a moment, then slowly slid his own tongue into her mouth. Alice appeared to be inspired by this, grabbing his head and pushing it firmly against hers as her tongue tangled with his. Victor was startled briefly, then responded with equal fervor.
After a minute, Victor felt Alice’s hands moving downward, sliding between them and pushing them apart slightly. She undid the buttons on his suitcoat, pulling it off him. Next came his vest, then his shirt. Victor finally broke the kiss, practically gasping as he asked, “Shouldn’t I be undressing you?”
Alice grinned at him, green eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. “What’s stopping you?” she whispered, voice husky.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He let Alice get his undershirt off, then set to work on the buttons of her dress. They were small and hard to see, but his nimble fingers found and undid them easily. In what felt like no time at all, the frock was on the floor, leaving Alice in naught but her stockings and corset. The sight of her so scantily attired was scandalous – but also delicious. Victor shifted a bit, finding his pants to suddenly be rather tight. . . .
He didn’t have much of a chance to do anything about them, though. Alice pounced on him, pushing him hard against the mattress as she bruised her lips on his. Victor let her hold him there for a moment, then wrapped one arm around her and pushed off with the other, rolling over and –
Something hard hit him in the face. “Ow!”
Victor blinked and found himself nose-to-plank with his floor. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his nose. That had hurt. Why was he on the floor anyway? He glanced up at his bed, looming over him. He must have rolled right out of it during his dream. . . .
His dream. Victor felt his cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment. Oh my! How could I dream such a thing? How could I entertain such thoughts about Alice? I’m betrothed to another woman! Someone I’ve never met, granted – but still! Alice is our guest, and has shown me nothing but kindness and respect (and her corset – NO! That was merely a matter of helping her to breathe, I wouldn’t have done it if there’d been a single other person in the house). I should do the same for her, even in sleep!
Besides, she – she’d never want someone like me anyway. . . .
Victor groaned again, sliding his hand up to his forehead. The worst part was, with the dream so fresh in his mind, he was still rather – excited. His body was rather insistently demanding release. But he couldn’t – “pleasure” himself to Alice’s image! It was improper, it was wrong, it was – it –
It was so warm in here, with the memory of dream-Alice’s hot lips against his. . . .
Victor sighed and closed his eyes. God forgive me, he thought, reaching inside his pajamas. And please – make sure she never finds out!
-TD: Yes, you were completely right to lock Tie-Twister in the bathroom.-
You see? Hello semi-porn! This is definitely one of my more "risque" fics. It's another "Solicitor's Ward" universe fic, with this dream taking place a few days before the wedding. The fic 20th Anniversary provided a lot of inspiration. Alice, of course, is a lot saucier than Victoria -- at least in Victor's imagination. I've actually had thoughts of a Victor/Alice wedding night fic in which Alice tells Victor that, of them, HE probably knows more about sex -- because he was conscious during puberty.
-VDM: *blushing* That's -- gonna be awkward.-
They giggle a lot in the rough drafts in my head, yes. Anyway, the incident with Alice's corset is going to be in the second chapter of the future fic -- Alice's Aunt Susan has gotten her a new corset, but it doesn't quite fit right, and she laces it far too tight. Alice attempts to bear it for her aunt's sake, but is eventually forced to seek help so she can breathe. However, most everyone has vacated the house for one reason or another, so the only person she can ask for help from is -- you guessed it -- Victor. Soooo awkward. And of course Mayhew walks back in while Alice is half-clad, so. . . .
-M2: You're just plain evil.-
Conflict and angst writes stories. And it does lead to them getting closer and falling in love.
Final note -- another "jukebox" story, as the title is from the song of the same name. It just felt very appropriate.
*indistinct banging noises and cries of "Hey, let me out!"*
-DW: You're going to have to let him out sometime.-
I know. Here's the key -- give me a five minute head start.
-DW: Three.-
Hey, now --
-MF: Who's been having to eat your little porn bunnies again?-
Fine, three. *flees!*