Casey/Zeke ficlet and birthday greetings
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montmorency.
Write a scene in high school, post-invasion and destruction of aliens, using all of these words at least once... honey, vinegar, lane, mountain, north, alchemy, absolute, lover and Illyria.
All in, but Monty, I'm absolutely certain that I got that alchemy thing completely wrong :/
A prequel, of sorts, to this ficlet. Can you figure out where the words came from? :D
Also written for my two dear friends -sophinisba and lbilover. I hope you have the happiest of birthdays, both of you.. *many hugs and kisses*
Casey/Zeke ficlet
Rating : PG-13
Disclaimer : I don't own them, no money made.
Un-betaed. Feel free to point out any mistakes. Yep, especially for that "alchemy" line.
Zeke rolled his eyes in exasperation. He was almost sorry that he had suggested that they go for this excursion. He had thought that going fishing up in the mountains north of Herrington would be good for Casey. The boy looked too peaky for Zeke’s liking. Nothing like a good hike on the rugged lanes there to bring out the colour in Casey’s too pale face. Well, except for sex, he thought with an inward grin.
Unfortunately, Casey had got it into him to pack everything but the kitchen sink inside the huge picnic basket that Mrs Connor had given them.
“Do we need all these, Casey? “ he stared unbelievingly at the stuff that Casey had managed to cram into the basket. He had envisioned them hiking with only the bare necessities in their backpacks – a couple of fishing tackles, nothing more – cooking their freshly caught fish over a simple fire and eating the fish with their bare hands, and licking each other clean after that … Zeke felt a stirring in his belly just thinking about that.
Instead there were pots and pans with plates and glasses and ketchups and what looked like jars of honey and vinegar. What the fuck?
“Absolutely,” said Casey firmly, blushing brick-red when Zeke dug out a Bunsen burner tucked at the very bottom of the basket.
“Where did you get this?” Zeke asked.
“I borrowed it from the lab. Miss Illyria won’t mind, I’m sure.”
Zeke chuckled. Miss Illyria was their new science teacher. Prettier than Miss Burke, and certainly prettier than Mr Furlong, Zeke would have had a go at her if Casey had not become his lover after the Mary-Beth incident.
Zeke sighed resignedly and heaved the heavy basket into the back of his GTO. He sincerely hoped that he could park his car right by the river because there was no way he was going to carry that up to the mountains. Unless Casey had alchemy at his disposal; the magic power of transmutation that could change him into Superman, so that he could carry not only the fucking basket but Casey as well, right to the fishing site, with Casey staring adoringly at him ala Louis Lane.
Zeke shook himself out of his reverie, to find that Casey was staring at him adoringly and he couldn’t help but pull Casey into his arms and gave him the sweetest of kiss. For Casey, Zeke would do anything, even if it meant carrying the kitchen sink as well.
~fin
ETA Thank youlisabellex, for the correction!
montmorency.Write a scene in high school, post-invasion and destruction of aliens, using all of these words at least once... honey, vinegar, lane, mountain, north, alchemy, absolute, lover and Illyria.
All in, but Monty, I'm absolutely certain that I got that alchemy thing completely wrong :/
A prequel, of sorts, to this ficlet. Can you figure out where the words came from? :D
Also written for my two dear friends -
sophinisba and lbilover. I hope you have the happiest of birthdays, both of you.. *many hugs and kisses*Casey/Zeke ficlet
Rating : PG-13
Disclaimer : I don't own them, no money made.
Un-betaed. Feel free to point out any mistakes. Yep, especially for that "alchemy" line.
Zeke rolled his eyes in exasperation. He was almost sorry that he had suggested that they go for this excursion. He had thought that going fishing up in the mountains north of Herrington would be good for Casey. The boy looked too peaky for Zeke’s liking. Nothing like a good hike on the rugged lanes there to bring out the colour in Casey’s too pale face. Well, except for sex, he thought with an inward grin.
Unfortunately, Casey had got it into him to pack everything but the kitchen sink inside the huge picnic basket that Mrs Connor had given them.
“Do we need all these, Casey? “ he stared unbelievingly at the stuff that Casey had managed to cram into the basket. He had envisioned them hiking with only the bare necessities in their backpacks – a couple of fishing tackles, nothing more – cooking their freshly caught fish over a simple fire and eating the fish with their bare hands, and licking each other clean after that … Zeke felt a stirring in his belly just thinking about that.
Instead there were pots and pans with plates and glasses and ketchups and what looked like jars of honey and vinegar. What the fuck?
“Absolutely,” said Casey firmly, blushing brick-red when Zeke dug out a Bunsen burner tucked at the very bottom of the basket.
“Where did you get this?” Zeke asked.
“I borrowed it from the lab. Miss Illyria won’t mind, I’m sure.”
Zeke chuckled. Miss Illyria was their new science teacher. Prettier than Miss Burke, and certainly prettier than Mr Furlong, Zeke would have had a go at her if Casey had not become his lover after the Mary-Beth incident.
Zeke sighed resignedly and heaved the heavy basket into the back of his GTO. He sincerely hoped that he could park his car right by the river because there was no way he was going to carry that up to the mountains. Unless Casey had alchemy at his disposal; the magic power of transmutation that could change him into Superman, so that he could carry not only the fucking basket but Casey as well, right to the fishing site, with Casey staring adoringly at him ala Louis Lane.
Zeke shook himself out of his reverie, to find that Casey was staring at him adoringly and he couldn’t help but pull Casey into his arms and gave him the sweetest of kiss. For Casey, Zeke would do anything, even if it meant carrying the kitchen sink as well.
~fin
ETA Thank you
lisabellex, for the correction!
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Date: 2006-09-21 04:49 am (UTC)Written by
In this series, Zeke is a successful businessman with Casey by his side and I love to think that this was where it all started.
*sighs*
I really love what you've written, Novia. And I hope you don't mind me linking it to the Faculty comms!
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Date: 2006-09-21 04:51 am (UTC)*headdesk*
That first link is here (http://astraplain.livejournal.com/13345.html#cutid1).
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Date: 2006-09-21 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-21 08:17 am (UTC)You have to be fined for that, you know. Let me see ... Article 10 Para 2 Section b - aah, here it is Write at least another para with the said word in it, incorporating seamlessly into the story failing which another complete story has to be written, same fandom, same pairing. The story has to be at least 10000 words long with a N-17 rating.
:D
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Date: 2006-09-22 03:12 am (UTC)Sort of a paragraph:
Casey stared, eyes wide, mouth half-open, his hand like a limp bird in Zeke’s.
Zeke found himself edging closer, turning Casey's hand in his, and bringing it closer to his lips, more kissing than tasting. He waited. The drumming of his heart might as well be the deep rumble of thunder in a stormcloud. Seconds oozed painfully like a drop of honey. Zeke waited.
Until Casey,a strange but welcome shimmer in his eyes (Please, please let it be anything but anger Zeke implored to any deity in the vicinity), his body slightly vibrating , crept nearer, tilting his face up, an offering, a supplication, a demand, a surrender. Absolution.
Zeke had forgotten how to breath. He leaned forward to meet that waiting mouth, his world contracting to Casey's huge, glowing eyes; Casey's scent, soap, sweetness and burning air; the tiny ripple of Casey's breath against his skin...
"Exactly what part of 'Don't' that you don't understand, Meg?" Mrs. Connor's voice blasted from the back porch. "How many times should I tell you..."
Casey trembled, glancing in panic toward the door. It was still closed. Zeke sighed. He couldn't tell if it was out of relief or disappointment. They moved apart, slightly. Reluctantly.
“Not bad,” Zeke said, breaking the frightening silence, letting go.
There you go, Officer Lin. :)
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Date: 2006-09-22 03:54 am (UTC)Casey stared, eyes wide, mouth half-open, his hand like a limp bird in Zeke’s.
Zeke found himself edging closer, turning Casey's hand in his, and bringing it closer to his lips, more kissing than tasting. He waited. The drumming of his heart might as well be the deep rumble of thunder in a stormcloud. Seconds oozed painfully like a drop of honey. Zeke waited.
Until Casey,a strange but welcome shimmer in his eyes (Please, please let it be anything but anger Zeke implored to any deity in the vicinity), his body slightly vibrating , crept nearer, tilting his face up, an offering, a supplication, a demand, a surrender. Absolution.
Zeke had forgotten how to breath. He leaned forward to meet that waiting mouth, his world contracting to Casey's huge, glowing eyes; Casey's scent, soap, sweetness and burning air; the tiny ripple of Casey's breath against his skin, the urgency that pounded in his blood, irresistible and absolute...
"Exactly what part of 'Don't' that you don't understand, Meg?" Mrs. Connor's voice blasted from the back porch. "How many times do I have tell you..."
Casey trembled, glancing in panic toward the door. It was still closed. Zeke sighed. He couldn't tell if it was out of relief or disappointment. They moved apart, slightly. Reluctantly.
“Not bad,” Zeke said, breaking the frightening silence, letting go.
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Date: 2006-09-22 05:30 am (UTC)You have turned me into this quivering blob of jelly. Oh my, that almost-kiss. I can feel the electricity, the sparks, the wondrous alchemy between them. Darn that Meg and Mrs Connor with her loud voice, grrrr ...
Thank you ♥
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Date: 2006-09-22 10:52 pm (UTC)*pokes* I've heard a rumor that you have more of those boys hidden *grins* and I'm really REALLY in a zeke/casey mood these days..ahem and I'm not ashamed to
beg and groveldemand more of this pairing goodness from you omg. *sheepish grin*no subject
Date: 2006-09-23 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-23 10:27 pm (UTC)*lots of love*