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So, I feel like writing. (...not my paper for school, though, of course. *scoffs* Don't be silly!)

Let's play a game! We'll call it "the Twitter Comment Fic Challenge" -- it's sort of like those "tell a story in 10 words" memes, only with 140 characters instead. You (that would be the plural you, as in, my flist) comment giving me a fandom, and a prompt/pairing/character/mood word/whatever if you like; then I write you a mini-fic of 140 characters. If you want to play along, you can request a fandom in return.

Anything is fair game! I'm up to date on House, NCIS, NCIS:LA, The Good Wife, Criminal Minds, Bones, SPN, Fringe, 30 Rock, White Collar, Psych, Chuck, Leverage, Burn Notice, Eureka, Southland, and Doctor Who -- just to name what's currently running on TV. I'm a few eps behind on Merlin and Mad Men, five episodes into Castle, and studying Man From U.N.C.L.E. for my thesis. And that's not counting the million and a half other things I've seen or read over the years, so feel free to throw out something random. I like a challenge. :D

Okay...go!

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Date: 2009-11-03 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inmyriadbits.livejournal.com
Okay, I just totally gave up on trying to fit this into 140 characters. I'm sure you won't mind. :)

***

Elizabeth is not looking at Neal's ass while he searches for the missing cufflink.

...okay, she totally is.

"It must have fallen under the couch," Neal says, voice muffled as he bends over, and Elizabeth bites her lips together. She glances at Peter -- and sees him looking, too.

She waits until he looks at her. His face shifts, guilty as hell -- but Elizabeth just smiles, and raises a suggestive eyebrow. Peter relaxes; she throws them both into the deep end.

Elizabeth steps forward with a smile, to where Neal brushes dust from his sleeve with a frown. "Here, let me help you with that."

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Date: 2009-11-03 03:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] serialkarma.livejournal.com
Peter relaxes; she throws them both into the deep end.

Yay, I love this too!

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Date: 2009-11-03 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inmyriadbits.livejournal.com
*beams* Want another? Seriously, this is a lot of fun.

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Date: 2009-11-03 03:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] serialkarma.livejournal.com
Heee.

Um...

Dean and shaving.

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Date: 2009-11-03 07:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inmyriadbits.livejournal.com
He taught Sam to shave by comparing it to girls--firm strokes, easy on the curves, etc.

(Dean's now working on an equivalent guys metaphor.)

***

Shaving AND slash 24 words. What what. :D

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Date: 2009-11-03 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spatz.livejournal.com
LOL I LOVE EL. SMART LADY, THAT ONE.

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Date: 2009-11-03 07:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inmyriadbits.livejournal.com
Well, you know how Peter likes smart. (Betcha El does, too.) :D

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