Alphabet Drabble Meme: C - F, Guiding Light, NCIS, Chuck/Castle, Fried Green Tomatoes

[jaina47]

Title: Alphabet Drabble Meme: C is for Cookie, D is for Double-Jointed, E is for Elegant, F is for Foundations
Fandom: Guiding Light, NCIS, Chuck/Castle, Fried Green Tomatoes
Characters: Olivia Spencer/Natalia Rivera, Abby Sciuto/Ziva David, Kate Beckett/Sarah Walker, Idgie Threadgood/Ruth Jamison
Category: Angst, Romance, Drama, humor
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 973, 152, 286, 700
Summary: A set of multi-fandom drabbles. I'll be posting a couple a day based on length. These very from a few thousand words to a true 100 word drabble.
Disclaimer: All characters and situations to belong to a bunch of different people and companies who are not me. Also I'm making no money off this.
Author's Note: At the end of the year I was about to give up on getting these drabbles written. I've had the prompts since MARCH. Many thanks to rysler for her encouragement and gentle prodding, because without that these never would have gotten done and I'm very happy they did. 
Prompts: C is for Cookie, Guiding Light, Natalia/Olivia, resin_ga_miteru; D is for Double-Jointed, NCIS, Abby/Ziva, ariestess; E is for Elegant, Castle/Chuck, Sarah Walker/Kate Beckett, zep1980; F is for Foundations, Fried Green Tomatoes, Ruth/Idgie, gilligankane


C is for Cookie, Guiding Light, Natalia/Olivia, resin_ga_miteru

"You're baking?" Olivia asks, the hopeful lilt in her voice making her sound for all the world like Emma.

"Mmm," Natalia nodded still concentrating on the ingredients she was mixing. "Chocolate chip cookies."

Silence lingered long enough that Natalia glanced back over her shoulder. Olivia was looking around the kitchen hopefully.

Natalia sighed. "They're for the Cookie Committee."

Olivia pouted. There was no other word for it. The problem was Olivia knew exactly what that look did to Natalia. She tried to hold onto her indignation, but she couldn't resist that look on Olivia's face. She didn't have the heart to.

"Fine," Natalia said, caving just as Olivia had known she would. "But just one."

Olivia grinned triumphantly as Natalia pretended to scowl.

"One...fresh out of the oven?"

Natalia nodded warily, waiting to see what loophole Olivia would try to wriggle through this time. Olivia loved her cookies and would do nearly anything to get one. But Olivia merely smiled innocently as she waited patiently for Natalia to hand her one.

Taking one off the cooling rack in front of her, Natalia turned to hand it to Olivia, only to find her standing much closer than she had been a moment before, definitely in Natalia's personal space now, hardly a breath of space between them. She blinked and then held the still-warm cookie out to Olivia.

Still smiling, Olivia just shook her head, her hands tucked firmly into her pockets. Eyes narrowing knowingly, Natalia lifted the cookie to Olivia's mouth. Olivia's smile widened, her gaze never leaving Natalia's as she bent to take a bite, showing a flash of bright, white teeth as she did.

Olivia groaned as she began to chew, savoring every moment of it. Natalia almost rolled her eyes at the show Olivia was putting on. She would never admit it, but she loved the way that Olivia played up her love of Natalia's cookies. Olivia bent her head for another bite. Her tongue flicked out and licked Natalia's thumb. Natalia jumped, not expecting it at all, and shivered at the look in Olivia's eyes.

"You had chocolate," Olivia said defensively. Natalia didn't believe her for a second, but sometimes, especially when Olivia had that look in her eyes, it was better just to play along.

"Right."

"I could get the rest of it for you," Olivia volunteered, oh-so-helpfully.

Natalia couldn't suppress a snort of laughter. Amusement twinkled in her eyes and dimples tugged at her cheeks as she nodded. Olivia leaned closer, her head drifting toward Natalia's hand, only to change course at the last moment to suck on Natalia's bottom lip. Her tongue flicked over it playfully just as she began to pull away.

Natalia swayed forward, drawn to Olivia like a moth to flame. Cookies and chocolate were the last things on her mind at the moment. She had tasted something far sweeter and she wanted more. Her hands found Olivia's hips, tugging her forward until their bodies met, and then their lips collided. The kiss intensified, tongues stroking as hands began to wander.

"Olivia," Natalia said softly, breathlessly, as she nipped at Olivia's lips. "We can't. Emma's in the living room."

Olivia groaned. This time not sexily, but sounding pained. Her head dropped to Natalia's shoulder and her hands shifted back to safer terrain. "'s not fair," she whined. "I can't have a cookie and I can't have you."

"So if you could have a cookie, you wouldn't want me?"

Olivia winced. "That didn't come out right."

"You said it," Natalia pointed out remorselessly.

"Can we forget I said it?"

"Kiss me and I'll try."

"But you said-"

"Olivia. Kiss me."

Chastised but not particularly chastened, Olivia brushed her nose against Natalia's in apology and did as directed. Natalia's lips were soft and it was no hardship. Natalia melted into her and Olivia sighed softly, only remembering to exhale after several long moments. Still it remained lighter than before, short kisses that lingered and tasted rather than deep, seductive ones that made Natalia want to forget everything. Olivia's hand slid down her hip and then went lower, sliding over the curve of her ass. Then her hand was gone. Natalia had a startled moment where she couldn't figure out what had happened and then she caught a glimpse of motion out of the corner of her eye and remembered what was one the counter behind her.

"I see that, Olivia Spencer," Natalia murmured, still so close to her that her lips brushed against Olivia's.

"Busted!" Olivia sing-songed in a disappointed voice. "But you love me anyway."

Natalia smiled up at her, lacing her fingers behind Olivia's neck and resting her arms on her shoulders. "You know I do."

"But not enough for another cookie?"

Natalia shook her head. "No way."

"Not even a little one?"

"You know, I'm starting to think you just want me for my cookies."

"Not just your cookies," Olivia said, her smile growing with every word.

Natalia gasped and swatted her shoulder.

"You know you love it when I'm bad, Baby."

"Is that why you always try to steal my cookies?"

"No, that's just because I love your cookies. The way you get so indignant and try to swat my hand away is just a bonus."

"Olivia!" Natalia tried to act scandalized but couldn't quite manage it. Instead she settled for gazing fondly at Olivia. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Love me and hug me and hold me and feed me cookies?" Olivia suggested.

"I think I can manage that..." Natalia said, as if she was still thinking it all through.

Olivia's eyebrows shot up. Surely it couldn't be that easy. "Really?"

Natalia nodded and then dropped her head down to rest on Olivia's shoulder. Her nose wrinkled as she smiled mischievously. "...All except for that last one."

Damn.


D is for Double-Jointed, NCIS, Abby/Ziva, ariestess

The first thing everyone thinks when they hear "double-jointed" is "ooh, sexy". Abby knows this. How many guys have gotten a certain glint in their eyes when they heard it? How many girls have laughed, delighted?

Usually, though, it's a disappointment. Oh, sure she's flexible, but who cares? There's so much more to sex than that.

When Ziva finds out, she cocks her head and gives Abby a measuring look. "I could teach you how to slip free from many types of restraints."

She says it so matter-of-factly, Abby just blinks. Then she shivers. "Okay." Private lessons are good; private lessons with Ziva - even better.

And that night when she's in her bed, restrained by silk around her wrists, Abby squirms, but that last thing she wants to do is get away - not when Ziva is tormenting her with lips and teeth and tongue, driving her to exquisite agony.

E is for Elegant, Castle/Chuck, Sarah Walker/Kate Beckett, zep1980

Kate's posture isn't rigid, but it is formal. The slit in the side of Sarah's cerulean gown goes all the way up her thigh. Kate holds her close, like she's done this a hundred times before. Every eye in the room is on them. Sarah holds her head high with years of training. Together they project an image that says they're above this all.

Kate leads her into the next step of their dance and Sarah follows, already moving with her. Her lips are near enough that they nearly brush Kate's ear.

"Is this going to be a problem for you?" She's only here for a few days. This can't count; she doesn't want to ruin lives.

Kate laughs softly, a puff of warmth against Sarah's neck. It makes her shiver. It may be nearly floor-length but there's not much to Sarah's dress. "Please. After what Castle puts me through on a daily basis?"

"Good." Sarah finds that she means it. She likes Kate Beckett, respects the other woman and her dedication to her job. Sarah's read her file.

Kate's hand slides down from just above her hip and back up, caressing smooth skin bared by the slit up the side of her dress and Sarah has to stifle a gasp. She wasn't expecting that. Beckett - Kate - is good.

"Do you think Chuck and Castle have gained access yet?" If her voice is a little breathless, well who can blame Sarah? It's been years since she's found someone who's skills matched hers this seamlessly without them having tried to kill her.

Kate's rich chuckle makes her shiver again. "If they've managed to stop drooling long enough to remember what they're supposed to be doing."

F is for Foundations, Fried Green Tomatoes, Ruth/Idgie, gilligankane

Idgie Threadgood was born with roots as deep and wide as the hundred year old Oak that stood wide, proud and tall, having sheltered generations of Threadgoods under its branches, in the Threadgood front yard. With the loss of Buddy those roots had become unbearable, threatening to strangle her with their restrictions, rather than giving her what she needed to grow.

Because Idgie Threadgood doesn't want to be grounded; she wants to fly free. She decides when Guddy dies that she doesn't want to be tied down to anyone ever again. Idgie is stubborn and fierce. She manages pretty well in her wild way, living a life that is far from what's expected of her.

Then she meets Ruth Jamison. It seems abruptly like her high flying days are over because she somes crashing back down to earth, falling so hard she's lucky she doesn't break her ass on the way down.

For a while there's Ruth and Idgie is so happy and consumed by her she doesn't notice what's happening, not really. She slips mostly back into the life she's left behind because she can find Ruth there. But it's not enough, not for Ruth or for her. It begins to chafe; Ruth leaves. The roots that have begun to regrow are ripped out.

For the second time in her life Idgie makes a promise to herself to never let it happen again. But then Ruth is different. She isn't really gone, just beyond Idgie's reach.

Eventually though, Ruth is drawn back to Idgie; she can't help it no matter how hard she tries. When Ruth comes back - to her - it is different. Not because Idgie wills it so, but because everything has changed. Ruth, too.

This time, Ruth comes without roots of her own. She seems as if she'll drift away with nothing to hold her down. Idgie offers her family. It's all she has, but Ruth needs more. Idgie has nothing else to give. Ruth doesn't demand it of her, but for the first time Idgie wants to give. She doesn't know how. She finds herself fundamentally unsuited for this life. She tells Ruth that. It's not the revelation she expects it to be.

Ruth just smiles, tells her she's had roots and how much good did they do her? They'll find something else. The "together" goes unspoken, because what else are they going to do, the two of them? They're tied together by bonds too strong to mention and barely understood.

Then they find out that Ruth's expecting. It's the second biggest shock of Idgie's life. Ruth wasn't so shocked. (Falling for her was the most natural thing in the world.) Ruth just seems to take it in stride.

And by the next day, once the shock passes, Idgie finds that she's almost giddy about the prospect of it all. She wonders if the babe with have Ruth's eyes. The thought that he or she might get Frank's troubles her for a minute - but just that - until she decides that no matter what else this little one will be itsownself. And the babe will be loved - by both of them.

It's then that Idgie's father comes to her about opening the cafe. With a baby on the way, there's no doubt she'll have to find something to provide for them both. It's nothing Idgie thought about doing with her life, but she knows it'll suit Ruth. And while she knows that Ruth can take care of her own self, Idgie's struck by the fierce desire to take care of her, make something easy for her for the first time in her life.

Idgie wonders then if this is what roots feel like, because for the firs time, she doesn't feel choked. When she asks Ruth, Ruth just laughs and points to the small building going up in front of them with some help from Idgie's brothers and her friends from the Dill Pickle Club.

"No," says Ruth with a laugh. "We don't do roots, Idgie Threadgood, not you and I. We're fixing us a foundation. Something strong we can build on."

And Idgie smiles, because she thinks she can handle that.

Comments

[racethewind10.livejournal.com]

Um. you need to write more Beckett/Walker. NOW. That is not a request. That is all.

*HUGS* LOVE these little drabbles!!!

[jaina47.livejournal.com]

Sad thing is, I actually ship Chuck/Sarah and Kate/Castle, but dear god do I love the mental image of Kate/Sarah.

Hee. Did you see the previous entry? There's a Hollows one that, well, it's not my most serious entry ever but it amused ME. :D

[racethewind10.livejournal.com]

Oh I totally ship Chuck and Sarah and Kate and Castle but I don't care because this is HOT