Guilty Feet Ain't Got No Rhythm

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forthisdance — Sun, 11 Aug 2013 09:32:54 GMT

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Another day, another bingo game!

forthisdance — Tue, 02 Jul 2013 06:32:18 GMT

I signed up for yet another bingo game. Bad me! lol I can't help myself. This is the Trope Bingo one. Looks fun though some of these topics are sorta unfamiliar to me. I am sooo green! lol

mind games	curtainfic	twenty-four hours to live	au: college / highschool	futurefic
au: space	marriage	sex pollen	au: alternate professions	sharing a bed
au: supernatural	wingfic	FREE ★ SPACE	deathfic	chosen family
handcuffed / bound together	character in distress	snowed in	au: fairy tale / myth	fake relationship
secret twin / doppelganger	locked in	unrequited love / pining	au: crossover	mind control

Her [Malibu Country 1/1] for Ladies Bingo Night

forthisdance — Mon, 01 Jul 2013 05:07:11 GMT

Title: Her
Fandom: Malibu Country
Characters: Reba Gallagher && Kim Sallinger (non-romantic)
Word Count: 1,552
Summary: Kim forces Reba to remember their past... A pre-canon one shot.

Her

“Reba, I knew there was a reason I liked you!” Kim said, careening into the living room on impossibly high heels. For being six months pregnant, she sure could move fast, even with a huge, dusty, bulky photo album weighing down her arms.

Reba looked over at her mother who was busy polishing off a bottle of scotch at barely nine a.m. in the morning. Her look said, ‘it’s too early for this”. But Reba turned to face Kim then and said, “Why thanks… I think.”

“You’re never going to believe what I found, Reba. You’re just going to flip your country boots!” Kim cried in excitement as she dropped the huge album on the coffee table with a thud.

“What is that thing exactly?” Reba asked. “And by that, I mean why is it here in my house getting dust and cobwebs all over everything? I just cleaned.”

Kim shook her impossibly blonde head. “Oh, Reba, you’re so droll,” she said and Reba rolled her eyes. “Anyway, ever since we met I have had the strongest feeling that I knew you from somewhere, like total déjà vu stuff - and not just from seeing you in all those TMZ news segments either.”

“Okay …” Reba didn’t know what to say. With Kim, she never really did. Kim was just well, Kim. Reba never expected to understand her.

“Well this morning I had my staff clean out the attic and look for stuff I could donate for that big charity auction coming up next month to save the Peacocks, and my favorite of my many maids, Lola, found this album in a box. She asked me if I wanted it. Well at first I was all ‘Oh, it’s so dirty. What if there are like dead bugs in there?’ But I opened the first page anyway and saw this!” Kim stabbed her finger down on an old photograph from the seventies taken with what was probably a very cheap camera. It was a bit fuzzy and hard to make out at first.

Reba shrugged and leaned over, looking at the picture. “What about it?”

“Reba, that’s you. And me!” Kim cried excitedly.

“What?” Reba leaned still closer and brushed away the dust coating the picture. “While I’ll be! It is me. I must have been just a teen then.”

“Oh yes, the years haven’t been all that kind have they?” Kim asked, patting Reba’s hand. “But it’s okay because now I know why we’re such amazing friends. You babysat me one summer. Remember how I couldn’t say your name so I just called you ‘Eebs’ and you said I was so blonde that you would call me ‘Barbie’. Great times, weren’t they?”

“Uh yeah,” Reba said. She watched her mother approaching. Lillie Mae gazed at the picture.

“I’m so glad we got your overbite mostly fixed,” Lillie Mae said.

Reba self-consciously covered her mouth for a minute. Then she said, “This was a nice walk down memory lane from a summer I spent here. Thanks, Kim, but now I’ve gotta get busy. The toilets won’t scrub themselves.”

“Hey, Reba, remember that special thing you told me the last night you babysat me?”

Reba shrugged. “Hmm … Uh, was it ‘thank your Mom and Dad for the money. I can put it towards my dental surgery’?”

Kim smiled. “Oh, Reba, no. Come on. It was the last thing you said before my mom drove you back to your Grammy’s place that evening. It was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Well, uh now… Actually I can’t remember.”

“You can’t remember?” Kim looked positively beaten down. Reba had never seen her look this upset- or really upset at all. She was so perpetually cheery. Oh so cheery.

“No. It’s been years.”

“But you do remember me from back then right?”

Reba shifted from foot to foot. “No, no. I don’t think I do. That was a wild summer. So, so wild…”

Kim shook her head and if Reba wasn’t mistaken, she thought she saw moisture gathering in the blonde’s crystalline blue eyes. “Look, Kim-“

Kim held up a hand. “It’s fine, Reba. So what if you can’t remember me? I guess I wasn’t all that important to you then, or now.” She then turned and ran out of the house as fast as her stilettos could take her.

Reba sighed and looked at the album again, tracing her eyes and her lips before she moved her finger to Kim’s pixie blonde hair. She looked at her mother who was watching her expectantly. “Mama, how could I forget that I babysat her? Kim seems like someone pretty hard to forget, no matter how hard I try.”

“It was a wild summer, just like you said. Your Grammy was feeding you flaxseed and cornmeal for dinner every night. That alone was enough to make anyone want to forget.”

“I don’t remember much of that summer to be honest. I just know that you and Dad sent me to Grammy’s because you two were fighting a lot.”

“Yeah, we almost done divorced back then.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“Did he run around on you like Bobby did me?”

“No. We just started getting a bit restless in our middle age years. Money was tight. I was menopausal… My vagina was dry … It’s all a blur now really.”

Reba cringed. “That is way too much information, Mama!”

“Nevertheless, that’s what it was all about.”

“Well, nevertheless please never talk about your vagina in my presence ever again.” Reba then looked at the picture of a teen her and a child Kim and she sighed before heading upstairs to clean the bathrooms.

XoXoXo

She was scrubbing the bathtub when the first memory suddenly came to her. A memory of bathing little Kim as she splashed around in the tub singing a popular song of the day. Reba shot to her feet and ran down the hall calling for her mother.

“Mama, Mama! I remember,” she cried, coming down the stairs two at a time. She smelled weed immediately but for the moment, chose to ignore it.

“I remember Kim, Mama! I remember bathing her while she sang and played ‘swimming pool’ with her dolls. And I definitely called her Barbie which she laughed and laughed at. She was the sweetest little thing with gapped teeth. Even then she liked to hug on me. Constantly hug on me, and back then I thought maybe it was because her parents were never home and she needed someone to care about her. Oh, Mama, I remember it all now.”

“Well don’t tell me, tell Kim. She’s the one you made feel forgettable.”

“I didn’t intend to!”

“Well hell, intentions, something or other like that.” Her mother was totally blitzed out as Cash would say.

Reba shook her head. “I am going over to Kim’s with reinforcements – namely Cherries Garcia – and you better have thrown out that Mary Jane by the time I get back.”

“What Mary Jane?” Lillie Mae asked and smiled. “Mary Jane is such a nice name, don’t you think?”

Reba rolled her eyes and ran for the freezer. She grabbed a pint of ice cream, two spoons and then headed next door.

XoXoXo

To her surprise, it was Kim who opened the door and not one of her many staff members. Kim’s eyes were red and puffy and it looked like she had been crying for hours.

“Ahh Kim, I’m so sorry for earlier,” Reba immediately apologized. “Can I come in?”

“No!” Kim said petulantly, crossing her arms over her full belly.

“Kim, I brought Cherries Garcia…” She held up the pint. “I remember last week you said how much you liked it. And I also remember other things. Other things from that summer when I was fourteen with an overbite and you were five and the sweetest little thing on two legs.”

“You’re just trying to bribe me to forgive you.”

“Well I’ve never known you to hold a grudge …”

“Well this is different, Reba!” Kim said as a tear rolled down her face. “I remember how lucky I felt back then to have ‘Eebs’ as a babysitter. No one ever cared about me the way you did and when you said you’d never, ever forget me, I thought you meant it.”

“I did mean it… My brain was a bit fried this morning – probably from inhaling too many Pledge fumes – but I do remember the last thing I said to you that summer. I said ‘Barbie, you’re a really special little girl and I’ll never forget you. I know sometimes life is hard and that you miss your parents a lot but never stop being the good, loving little person you are. Never, ever – not for anyone’. And we hugged and I went. But I didn’t forget ya, not really. And you really are the good little loving person you always were.”

Kim wiped her eyes. “You do remember!”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“Oh, Reba, this is so great!” Kim cried and pulled her friend into a fierce, bone-crushing hug. Reba could barely breathe and finally had to wrench herself free to restore her oxygen supply.

“Still a big, big hugger,” Reba said. “You grew up real nice though.”

“Thanks, Eebs. Thanks a lot.”

“You’re welcome, Barbie.”

THE END

Week-Kneed 1/1

forthisdance — Sun, 24 Feb 2013 04:00:47 GMT

Title: Week-Kneed
Fandom: Passions
Pairing: Jared Casey and Gwen Hotchkiss
Word Count: 1,039
Summary: It's the good kind of weak-kneed...

Weak-Kneed

Gwen leaves Ethan for Jared.

In the past, she had told Ethan more times than she could count that she was through with him. In truth, she had meant it not even once. Not until this morning when she walked out of the Crane Mansion forever, Jared’s hand wrapped around hers, did she feel like she was really done with Ethan. She was done with the lying, the cheating... just done with the emotionally stunned man-child she had called her husband off and on for the better part of a decade. She wasn’t in love with him anymore anyway. Maybe she never had been. Maybe it was true what Theresa had always said – that she didn’t really want him; she just didn’t want anyone else to have him. When she thought of the lengths she had gone to hold onto him, she felt weak in the knees and not in a good way either. She had lost her daughter because of him; she had lost her innocence and her belief in the goodness of humanity. Only loving Jared – truly loving Jared – had ultimately given her what she had been searching for all along: her freedom.

It had all started ten months ago. Gwen was suddenly losing weight – much more than could possibly be healthy because she could hardly keep down her food; she was dizzy a lot and her nose kept bleeding. It was Jared that found her laying it the bushes at the mansion the day she fainted, the day her life would change forever in ways she could not have foreseen. He had called an ambulance and then insisted on riding with her to the hospital. It was him that sat beside her bed and held her hand when Dr. Russell gave her the news. It was Jared that told her she was strong enough to fight the disease eating away at her body. Ethan was far too busy that day carrying on another liaison with Theresa, so immersed in her drama - the way only he could stand to be.

Of course Ethan said all the right things when he finally did get to the hospital but Gwen was far too hurt and angry to listen to him at the time. He made all kinds of promises when she finally left the hospital with him. He swore he was going to be a good husband to her, even going so far as to recite their wedding vows to her (“till death do us part”).

Ethan did and said all the right things at first but before long then he was staying out late again and Gwen would end up calling Jared to come over and sit by her, because she had no one else (her mother had said she hated to see her puke). He would sometimes hold her hair back as the chemo played horrible tricks on her body. And he’d make terrible jokes to get her through the times when she would break down crying with frustration and pain.

She didn’t realize she was truly in love with him though until the day Eve told her the cancer was gone. Jared came with her to the hospital and swept her into his arms as she received the hopeful news. His face was so close to hers, his body so warm, that she could not resist the urge to kiss him. And not on the cheek either. Eve’s eyes had bugged out and Gwen had just laughed. She should have felt like a jezebel for kissing a man in public who wasn’t her husband but she didn’t. She felt free and happy. Plus the way Jared was looking at her … She knew he felt that pull between them too. Even with her hair so short and her body so frail, he whispered, “You’re amazing, Gwen Hotchkiss.”

And she believed him. She realized she had never quite believed it when Ethan showered her with praise. She never trusted him the way she did Jared. She never had loved him the way she did Jared.

Things had moved quickly forward from there. Jared asked her to leave Ethan so they could try to figure out this powerful thing between them. In the past he would have felt no shame taking a married woman to bed, but if Gwen had changed knowing him, then so had he in knowing her. Loving each other had shifted everything.

At first Gwen was scared to say yes. What if one day Jared tired of her too? A lifetime of emotional abandonment had made her gun-shy, naturally. But he had said he could never tire of her and she thought it was true. Again, she had never quite trusted Ethan’s fair-weather friend ways whereas with Jared... Well, he could say the moon was made of cheese and she would have no problem believing that it really was.

When she told Ethan, he was beyond shocked. Mostly shocked no doubt because she told him in no uncertain terms she didn’t need him anymore. His ego took a hard hit, she was sure also, knowing that she was leaving him for another man – and Theresa’s ex-husband at that. Theresa was there of course. She lived there - something Gwen couldn’t believe now that Ethan had asked her to endure and that she, herself, had actually agreed to. Theresa accused Gwen of wanting everything she had and Gwen just shrugged it off. Theresa didn’t affect her anymore and she almost felt sorry for the young woman. Theresa was stuck with Ethan now and who was to say that he would be true to her in the long run? Once a cheater, as the saying went, but Gwen wasn’t going to dwell on that. She was only moving forward now.

Gwen told Ethan she would send for her stuff and then she walked out of there with Jared. They had just reached the front gate when he suddenly lightly spun her into his arms and kissed her. She felt weak-kneed all over again but this time it was the good kind of weak-kneed. Oh yes, the very best kind.

FINIS

Wet 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 09:34:23 GMT

Title: Wet
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairing: Jasper "Jax" Jacks and Sam McCall
Word Count: 1,105
Summary: Jax punishes Sam for trying to steal the Dead Man's hand.
Rating: Mature, of course
Author's Note: I wouldn't say these two were soulmates but I certainly enjoyed their pairing, short as it lasted.

WET

She slid through the window and came to stand in the darkened back room. She heard movement at the door and dropped down beside the bed, beginning to slide underneath it when she felt someone grabbing her ankles and yanking her back out to the main part of the floor.

"Aha look what I've caught!" Jasper Jacks crowed in his familiar Australian accent.

Sam kicked out and landed a heel to his hand. He growled. "Dammit, Sam!"

She scrambled to her feet and started back through the window but he had grabbed her around the waist and yanked her back into the room. She struggled against his grasp but he wouldn't let her go and she realized he was far more powerfully sized than she had realized.

"Let me go, you jackass!" she screeched and went to kick him but he grabbed her leg and instead hauled her up into his arms.

"Breaking and entering, Samantha? Tsk, tsk," he said, clicking his tongue. "That's a crime. How should you be punished? You keep weaseling away from the cops so I will have to take action on my own."

"Fuck you, Jasper!" Sam snapped and struggled in his arms as he threw her on the bed and then climbed on after her, pulling her lightly into his lap and turning her in such a way that her ass was facing him.

"Fifty whacks, ten for each of the cards you've tried to steal from me," he said and she struggled but he held her tightly and began to administer light but tantalizing slaps to her behind. One after another as she struggled and kicked and tried to buck up and smack his face.

By thirty whacks, she had begun to accept her fate and wasn't struggling so much. She hated this jackass and his fetish with those damn, cursed cards but the spankings were so utterly a turn-on. She had always liked it a bit rough.

Finally he finished and pinched her left ass cheek. "And a pinch to grow an inch," he said.

"I hate you!" Sam said, her face heated with anger and also passion.

"I doubt that," he said. "I bet if I slid my hand into your panties right now I'd find you wet as -"

"Shut up!" Sam said, struggling free and starting to climb off the bed.

"Come on, prove it," Jax said. "I'll make it fair then. If you aren't the least bit wet, then I'll give you all of the cards and you can be on your way, back to wherever the hell you came from."

"You are such an asshole!" Sam screamed. But it was hard to deny that she wanted those cards so she could destroy them and make her and her family's horrible luck disappear.

"Come on, come on," he said. "The cards will be yours. Isn't that what you've wanted all along?"

"Fine, FINE!" Sam said and walked back over to him, kneeling on the bed in front of him and bracing her hands on his broad shoulders. "But if you are jerking me around -"

"I wouldn't dare," he said and began to work the zipper on her denim jeans. He slid the fabric away from her hips and down to pool around her bent knees.

"Here we go," he said and snaked a hand down her lean torso before playing with the waistband of her thong. She willed herself not to come undone then just at the sensation of his hand teasing her heated skin.

He finally slipped his hand inside her thong and entangled it in her curls for a moment before easing it downwards again and sliding his whole hand inside her lips. She willed herself not to show any emotion as his fingers explored her pleasure spot. Finally he brought his hand back up and licked his fingers. "I am afraid, Samantha, that you do not win this round," he said. "You're wetter than a riverbed. I am proud I could do that to you."

"Don't be," she said. "You are not all that attractive."

He laughed and finished licking his fingers clean. "What's next?"

"You die!" she screeched, reaching for him and going to hit him hard but he moved in such a way that she fell on top of him and could feel his bulging manhood. He ground it against her sex and she groaned involuntarily.

"You like that?" he asked as he ground even harder into her. "I wonder how wet you are now."

Sam rolled her eyes but sighed in faux-resignation as his hand snaked back to the hemline of her thong and this time pulled it off and cast it aside. He inserted two fingers inside her lips and rubbed them hard against the pink bud. She groaned and collapsed on top of him again as his fingers coaxed and teased the bud. Finally, when she could take it no more, he pulled his fingers out of her and ran them across her lips so she could taste her own juices.

"You're kinkier than I ever thought possible," Sam said as she latched onto his fingers and sucked them dry.

"You have no idea, Sam," he said and flipped her over so she was now underneath him. She played with the zipper on his ever-present suit pants and then worked it down around his hips, playing with his manhood through the thin material of his boxer-briefs. He groaned then and she stroked him even harder before finally shoving his briefs aside and running her hand down his shaft. He growled then as she pumped his dick until his cream was rising to the surface. She then proceeded to lick it away and then kiss him hard on the mouth.

Finally they had rid themselves of the rest of their clothes and Jax nodded to her. "Ready, Sam?"

She nodded back and he rammed inside of her, filling her up completely. She dug her nails into his hard back muscle as he began to ride her fast and hard, meanwhile also stroking her nipples till they were hard and purpled and raw.

Finally, Jax's eyes met Sam's again and he saw her silently begging for release. Jax nodded and came with a great shudder and Sam sighed long and hard as he slid out of her. They lay there on the bed for a minute and Jax looked at her. "Wet, wet, wet, Sam," he said teasingly.

"Fuck you, Jasper!"

"Don't mind if I do," he said and rolled back on top of her where they proceeded to fuck again long and hard.

THE END

Our Moment 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 09:25:49 GMT

Title: Our Moment
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairing: Jason Morgan and Courtney Matthews
Word Count: 1,302
Summary: Courtney and Jason are trapped together and it makes all the difference.
Author's Note: I am a hardcore Jasam fan but Journey had some really great moments together, I will admit! This takes place in 2004.

Our Moment

Courtney chanced a look in Jason's direction. He was still walking around the perimeter of the elevator looking like a caged animal who wanted to be anywhere but where he was. She didn't blame him really. Being trapped with your ex-wife could not be easy. Hell, it wasn't easy for her either. She wanted out of here just as badly as he did even if he might not have believed it.

In his pacing though, he still managed to keep skirting around her feet though which were stretched out in front of her, as if he afraid if he touched her in any way, he would be burned. And in a way that made sense. She had burned him more than once; that much was true. However, he had hurt her just as badly by giving up on them so easily and then almost immediately thereafter claiming Sam McCall's baby was his for months.

His back and forth, back and forth pacing was giving her a headache and finally she found herself snapping out, "Jason, can you just sit down? We're not getting out of here anytime soon." When his icy blue eyes met hers, her voice dropped an octave. "I mean, there's no point in wearing yourself out. I am sure Jax is doing all he can to get us out of here."

"Of course he is," Jason muttered and finally settled for resting his back against the cold metal of the back wall though he remained standing. He sighed and ran a hand down his face as he always did when he was frustrated. She remembered that about him. She had of course memorized every inch of him, memorized everything about him and remembered what they had once meant to each other. She remembered kisses in the rain and walks on the docks and shaving sessions in the sink and lovemaking till their limbs were all tangled and she couldn't guess where he started and where she began. She remembered it all. She knew Jax was itching to marry her right now but she would be lying to herself if she didn't wish Jason would give her any kind of gesture that meant he still cared. She could take his anger even but she couldn't take him pretending they had never meant anything to each other.

"What do you mean?" She finally asked.

"Mean by what?"

"The way you said 'Of course he is'. Like ... well, that was sarcasm and usually you're a straight-shooter and -" Her voice broke off.

"I mean, Jax -" he broke off for a moment, staring at her with a noticeably intense expression in his crystal blue eyes - "he wants business to keep moving on, I am sure. The MetroCourt is his latest project so ..."

Courtney couldn't help but smile. He was stumbling over his words. He looked awkward. That had to mean something. Or at least she prayed it did. She ventured, "You usually don't come undone, Jason. Am I making you that uncomfortable?"

Jason shifted awkwardly against the wall. "No. I just want to get out of here."

"You're suddenly claustrophobic..."

"No ... No..." Jason said. "I just ... Sam probably needs me..."

Courtney nodded as tears immediately filmed her eyes. "Yeah. She has to be your first priority."

Jason splayed his hands. "You are after something, Courtney. Just spit it out."

Courtney rubbed her forehead and then looked up at Jason, her own blue eyes wet with tears. "I guess I just wanted to know ... If you ever cared. Or if I was just a pet project until the next damsel in distress came along needing you to be their own Superman. Needing you to be their rock and needing you to say all the right things. Until they fell in love with you and there was no escape from that feeling."

Jason ran a hand down his face. "I cared, Courtney. I still do," he admitted in a soft voice. "But -"

"But did you ever truly love me?" Courtney pressed. She didn't want to sound so pathetic but she had to know that she hadn't dreamt up their whole relationship; possibly made it into something it wasn't.

"I married you."

"You married Brenda too. You were ready to marry Sam. Did you love them too?"

Jason didn't answer for a long moment before he finally shook his head. "No. That was about obligation ..."

Courtney nodded. "Was I ever an obligation to you?"

Jason shook his head. "Never."

"Not even when Sonny told you to watch out for me when I was stripping?"

Jason shook his head again but said nothing.

"You loved me once, Jason," Courtney murmured. "I wish I could figure out why you stopped..."

Jason finally burst out with a true spark of emotion: "You think I stopped, Courtney? Really? You don't think I wake up at nights wishing you were beside me or that there are days I can barely get through without wanting to run to you, pull you away from Jax, and make you mine again?"

Tears worked down her face. "Then why haven't you?"

"Taken you back from Jax?" Jason muttered. "You're happy with him. He gives you a safe life. He -"

"He's not you though, Jason," Courtney finally snapped out. "He's not you. I don't want a safe life if it means I can't be with you anymore. But you made the decision to divorce me and -"

"I thought I was doing the right thing for you," Jason murmured. "I really did."

"You should have just asked me. I would have told you it wasn't the right thing for me. For us. I thought you stopped caring because I basically killed our baby and -"

Jason shook his head and in the next moment, he was moving over to her and dropping to his knees in front of her and cupping her cheeks in either of his hands. "You did not, Courtney. You didn't kill our baby. You did what you needed to do to escape from Alcazar. You might have died too that night and I couldn't have handled that --"

Courtney reached out and ran her thumb down his cheek where she noticed a stray tear running down his face. "Jase, I love you. I always have. You basically said you loved me too-"

"I do," Jason said. "I still do."

"Then please don't let us waste another minute being mad at each other or missing each other in silence. Please, Jason, don't waste our time. You never know when it will be gone, true, but a safe life is not what I want. I want a passionate life full of you, Jason; a lifetime full of rain kisses and shaving your face in the sink and making love into the wee hours. I could try that with another man but another man would never be you. Those moments mean so much because they're our moments."

Jason nodded. "We have so many obligations -"

"Yeah we do, Jason. But aren't obligated to each other too? We made vows and they meant something and even though we divorced, I can't bring myself to break them."

Jason nodded again. "Me either," he agreed and in the next moment he was kissing her. All his pent-up emotions went into that kiss, all of the regrets and the pain and the time they wasted, all of the moments they could have reconciled and didn't because they were stubborn ... All those things went into that kiss and it was the single most satisfying and amazing kiss of Courtney's life.

When they finally came up for air, Courtney lightly touched his damp face. "We're going to try again, right?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah and this time ... We'll make it work."

Courtney nodded and rested her forehead against his. "Yes, yes we will."

.FINIS.

We Belong Together 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 09:16:16 GMT

Title: We Belong Together
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Mark Sloan and Callie Torres
Word Count: 1,300
Summary: Mark and Callie realize where they truly belong.
Author's Note: Admittedly, this is not one of my better written one shots but I hope you Mallie-ites like it anyway!

We Belong Together

He found her crying in the stairwell, hunched over on the third step, looking like the bottom of her box of dreams had just plummeted out and shot straight to hell. Without a second thought, he moved over to her, dropped down on the stair above her and grasped her shoulders in his hands. “Hola, Bonita, como estas?"

Callie looked back at him. "You're practicing Spanish, huh?" she said it through sniffles and his heart gave a tug. Even looking like a messy, teary, boogery mess, she was still beautiful.

"Yeah. For Sofia. I want her to be a well-rounded kid," he said and massaged her shoulders as she leaned back against his knees. "Talk to me, Torres. Why are you and 'Zona going at it again?" He had heard about the very public fight the two women had had second hand from one of the nurses who loved to gossip. And give blowjobs on bended knee but he surprisingly hadn't wanted one then when he thought of his Cal in distress. He had immediately turned and escaped while the blonde nurse called after him pathetically.

Callie sighed. "Because of you."

"Me?" Mark said. "What did I do? I mean besides get you pregnant and -" He studied her tear-splotched face. "So that's what this is about? I got you pregnant and Arizona couldn't?"

Callie slapped his leg. "It's not about that. It's that she's jealous of how much time you and I spend together. I explained it's all about Sofia but she can't wrap her blonde head around that. And worse, she said maybe she didn't want to be a family with me and Sofia anymore. Not if it included you."

Mark nodded somberly. "So she's going to make you choose? Me or her?"

Callie nodded. "Yeah. Can you believe that?"

"I can but ... I don't want it to be true. I like our little family, Cal. I love your daughter. I love --" his voice broke off. "Family stuff..."

Callie studied him skeptically, like she had thought he was going to say something else. Which he was but he had caught himself just in time. "I'm not asking you to stop being my baby daddy, Mark."

Mark reached out and lightly twisted a lock of her black hair in his fingers. "I don't want to be the reason you and your wife break up."

"That's not why we're imploding. It's her irrational jealousy and need to control every damn thing," Callie said. "And honestly if it came down to a choice between you and her ... Mark, I know who I'd choose and it's not good for me and Arizona."

"You'd pick me?" Mark said. "Over your own wife?"

"Yeah," she answered in a low voice. "You're my best friend in the whole world and you are Sofia's daddy and -" Now her voice was the one trailing off.

"Finish that sentence, Callie," Mark said. "Please."

Callie's tears came faster now and he instinctively reached out and wiped away every one that came trickling down her olive-skinned face. "You have to know, Mark, you have to already know. I love you, okay? You're more to me than just a pal or an occasional fuck buddy. You and Sofia are everything to me and I keep denying it all to Arizona but she and everyone else knows the truth." She sighed. "Dammit. Why did I just admit that?"

Mark's heart hammered hard in his chest. He felt his veins humming with anticipation. "Why did you marry her then for gods' sake, Callie?"

Callie looked up at Mark. "You weren't exactly offering to break up the wedding."

"So you rebounded with 'Zona?"

"Don't judge me! You've done what you're accusing me of plenty of times after Lexie dumped you on your ass. In fact, how many times have I been your fallback girl - the one to cushion the blow every time things went belly up for you?" She looked angry, so volatile and hurt, and now he had seen what he had cost her. He had practically forced her into a marriage she didn't want and all because he had been stubborn about his own feelings.

"It was never about you being my fallback girl," Mark couldn't help but snap. "I wanted you to be happy and I really believed Arizona did that for you in a way I never could."

"You always sell yourself short," she said and then climbed to her feet. "But whatever, I am going back to work."

"We're not done here, Callie," Mark said.

"We are, Mark. We were over a long time ago. Hell we never got off the ground. One baby - albeit a perfect and beautiful one - does not a relationship make."

She then started down the stairs to the lower floor and was practically ripping the door off its hinges in her frustration but he caught her before she could go back inside, before they could go back to the status quo, pretending they didn't mean the whole world to each other.

"Callie, don't you walk away," Mark said and grasped her wrist. "I let you go before but not this time. Please."

"Mark, we can't. Arizona ..."

"I don't want to hurt her either but she knows the truth. Hell everyone knew the truth but us before now. We belong together. You and me and our little bambina. We need to be a family. I want us to be a family. If you can honestly say you don't want that too, then I won't try to change your mind but if there's even a part of you that wants to be with me, we need to finally take that jump and stop pussying around already!"

"Mark-"

"Callie, please. I love you. I always have. It was just easier to pretend you were nothing but a best friend to me, a partner in crime, but it's never been about that. You're everything to me and I want a life with you and our daughter."

Callie leaned her forehead against his and stared him in the eyes. "It's not going to be easy, you know, explaining everything to everyone."

"Nothing is ever easy with us," Mark said. "But what's that old cliché - even if it ain't easy, it's worth it. We are worth fighting for, Callie. Say you believe that."

"I wish you hadn't waited so long to make this sudden declaration," Callie said and then smiled. "But we'll figure something out. We always do."

"We belong together, Torres. I am just sorry I didn't tell you I wanted us before."

Callie rested her head against his chest then. "Me too. It would have saved everyone a helluva lot of trouble."

"We have lots of time to make up for then."

"We have to do it the right way though, Mark," she said. "I have to tell Arizona and make her understand before anything can happen with us again."

"I've been waiting this long; I guess I can wait a little more," he said and leaned down and captured her lips in a breathtaking kiss. When they finally came up for air, she was panting in time with him.

"Damn."

Mark just nodded and hugged her. "We'll tell Arizona -"

She held up a hand. "Don't you think I should do it?"

"Not alone. We made this decision together; we will stick through it together. This time we're not walking away."

"I'm holding you to that," Callie said. "Every time I think you're getting cold feet I'm whipping it out."

"I know something I'd like to whip out right now," he said, nuzzling her ear.

She laughed. "Down boy." She then kissed him gently and walked out of the stairwell. He was okay with it because this time, he knew she was coming back - to him.

We're in Love 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 09:07:26 GMT

Title: We're in Love
Fandom: 90210
Pairing: Navid Shirazi and Erin Silver
Word Count: 314
Summary: Moment to moment with "Nilver".
Author's Note: These 2 are so endgame and I won't ever believe anyone who tells me otherwise!

We’re in Love

PROSPECT Their chances of surviving a year living with his sister seemed rather slim but they were going to hold on tight to each other anyway.

FOND Though they were incredibly fond of each other, their relationship had aways to go before they could truly say aloud that they were in love.

EVIL Silver was sure Adrianna was plotting to break them up but he assured Silver it would never happen, that he was where he wanted to be, in her arms.

BEGINS He realized he was truly beginning to fall head over heels for her when she managed to coax Leila into joining her in singing (very off-key) an impromptu karaoke song (“Iranian Men”) in front of a whole audience at the beach.

TAKEN He took great delight in later cajoling her into giving him a “private concert” that same night while Leila was at a friend’s house.

SIGNS 3 signs she was really in love with him too: she packed him a lunch the day he had an important board meeting; she tried to learn how to cook kabob and couscous (no matter that it was badly burnt); and she tried to make friends with his very unfriendly and difficult sister which meant the world to him.

STARS On their first anniversary, he came home from work to find twinkling lights strewn about the house and Silver dressed as Ingrid Bergman (complete with the honey-colored wig) from his favorite classic film, Casablanca.

VERSION Sometimes he never knew which side of Silver he was coming home to but he loved them all equally.

SHELTER They holed up in the house one rainy day and played strip Parcheesi to his heart’s delight.

COMMITMENT He knew he was in it for the long haul when she finally admitted she loved him too and that some part of her always had.

The Flashback 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 08:56:39 GMT

Title: The Flashback
Fandom: Port Charles
Pairing: Neil Kanelos and Serena Baldwin
Word Count: 2,067
Summary: Neil remembers what was and what almost could have been.
Author's Note: These two sooo would have been a supercouple! The banner shows how they might look all grown up.

The Flashback

I close my eyes and the flashback starts...

He spotted her immediately. She was standing in the garden chatting animatedly with his grandmother. He paused a moment to study her. He remembered they were best of friends as children. She had been his only friend; the one person his age that wasn't scared his leukemia was contagious. She used to come to the hospital to visit him on a regular basis even when he was at his most ill; even when almost everyone else had already given him up for dead.

She spotted him and grinned widely. Her smile was perfect. "Who's that big, tall hunk, Mary?" Mary Scanlon just laughed and moved aside as Neil sheepishly moved towards Serena. She closed the rest of the distance between them, throwing her slender arms around his waist.

She pulled back then and looked him over in his suit. "You clean up better than I remember, Kanelos," she said.

"You don't look half bad yourself," he admitted though "half bad" was the understatement of the year. She looked amazing. The pixie cut she used to sport as a kid had grown into long, slightly wavy locks that framed her heart-shaped face. Her brilliant blue eyes were playful and kind. He liked seeing that some things never changed.

Serena laughed. "I'll take that." She started to say something else but soon the wedding march was beginning to play and they took their seats. He was seated two rows ahead of her but still couldn't help glancing her way throughout the ceremony. She was just that beautiful.

XoXoXo

During the reception, he watched her move from one dancing partner to another. He kept meaning to ask her to dance with him but every time he was about to, some other guy would come along and steal her away. Neil understood it but it didn't make things less frustrating. Instead, he offered to twirl his grandmother around the ballroom and she asked him to do the same for all of her aged friends who got a big kick out of dancing with a twenty-three year old.

Finally, the reception winded down. His father and his father's new bride had rushed off to catch their flight and everyone else was packing it in. He realized he had missed his chance to ask Serena to dance. However, she spotted him as he was stacking chairs and came over, grabbing his arm. "Dance with me?"

"There's no music now."

"Who needs music?" Serena said. "We'll make our own anyway." She then took his hand and led him outside to the gazebo behind the Metro Court.

"I always thought dancing in a gazebo would be so romantic," she said as soon as he had opened his arms and she stepped into them.

"And...?"

"And it's ... not half bad." She giggled.

Neil just smiled at her.

"So, Kanelos, what have you been doing all this time?" She asked, her eyes twinkling up at him, so much brighter than those trimming the gazebo.

"There's not much to tell really. I bet you have more interesting stories than me."

Serena smiled. "Neil Kanelos. Ever the humble one... And maybe I have a story or two but I'd rather hear what you've been doing. Did you go to college?"

"Yes. I'm actually in grad school now at PCU."

"What did you major in?"

"Education," Neil said. "My dad wanted me to be a doctor like Uncle Joe but -"

"You defied him to live your dream," Serena said with a smile. "Now that's romantic."

Neil chuckled. "What about you? What have you been up to?"

"Oh no. I'm not done grilling you yet."

"What else do you want to know?"

"Well there's the obvious choice. Who's the lucky lady in your life BUT I'll save that for another time."

Neil smiled. He hoped she meant it when she said there would be "another time" for them.

"So what do you want to know then?"

"Well how's your mom? I know your dad got his happy ending with my sometimes stepsister, Livvie, but what about Courtney?"

Neil looked over Serena's head for a moment and she sighed. "Sorry if I brought up the wrong thing -" This was the first time tonight he had seen her appear unsure of herself. She had actually blossomed into quite a confidant woman but when he turned back to face her, she was biting her lip.

He shook his head. "It's not the wrong thing. I honestly don't know though. I haven't seen her in five years. Last I heard she married some wealthy casino owner so I guess, yeah, she got her happy ending. She always wanted security and she has that now, I'm guessing."

"I'm sorry. I wish I hadn't said anything."

"It's not a big deal, really. It's just the last time I was sick, I think she fell apart. She was sure I was going to die and she had to cut herself off in a way from that. To protect herself, I am guessing. She always was, for all her flaws, an amazing mom. Everyone has their breaking point and I guess she reached hers."

Serena reached up and lightly touched his cheek. "You were sick again?"

"Yeah the leukemia came back about six years ago. Everyone really thought I was going to bite the dust."

"You're so strong, Neil. I know I never could have handled that myself."

"You're the strongest woman I know, Serena. When we were kids -"

"We haven't been kids in years, Neil," Serena said and some of that brilliant light went out of her eyes.

Neil sighed. "Two girlfriends and an almost fiancée," he said.

"Huh?"

He quirked a little smile. "You asked me about the women in my life. I had two serious girlfriends and an almost fiancée."

He was pleased to see her smile brightly again. "Way to change the subject there, Kanelos," she said. "I appreciate that. Someday you'll have to tell me why you didn't marry that almost-fiancé."

"Yeah someday. There's a lot of time. I hope."

"There is. I'm back in Port Charles for awhile so expect to see me around more than you ever wanted to."

She then reached out and lightly brushed his cheek with her lips before slipping out of his arms.

XoXoXo

She did stay in Port Charles. It took time but she finally opened up about why she seemed so sad at times and why she tried so hard to hide it. She didn't want anyone to see her pain. She had lost so many people she loved: her sister Karen, her mother, a brother named Logan she never even got to meet ... her own almost-fiancée named Derek. She told Neil they had met in France where she was studying photography and though Derek was older by nearly ten years, she had loved him immediately. She still hadn't gotten over it and that's why she was so glad to receive the invitation to Frank and Livvie's wedding. She needed the chance to be around people who weren't grieving all the time like her. And her dad. She even revealed to him that Scott had been against her coming to the Locke-Scanlon wedding because he still blamed Frank for Karen's death. But Serena mused, "I am glad I defied him or I'd have kept on missing you, Neil."

XoXoXo

He thought about kissing her so many times; thought about asking her to be his forever but he believed she wasn't ready for that and even if she was, he wasn't sure she would ever love him the way he did her. So he waited and bided his time until he could finally figure out what she wanted.

The exact night he thought about really kissing her though, she stopped him with her news. He hadn't seen her much in two weeks. He had made linguini and set it out on a table on the roof of her apartment for them to enjoy. However, when she showed up she was too happy to even sit still.

"I met someone," she immediately gushed when he asked her why she was lit up like a firecracker.

He nodded. "Oh..."

"He's amazing, Neil! Everything I want; everything I thought I wouldn't find again after Derek."

"Oh ..." That's all he could say as he stared at the pathetically forgotten meal.

"His name is Johnny Zacchara."

Neil looked up at her. "The mob guy?"

"Well his dad's in the mob -"

"Serena, what the hell are you thinking?"

"What are you talking about, Neil?" Her eyes flashed.

"He has a dangerous life, Serena. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Living hurts, Neil. Being with Johnny is one of the few times I don't feel dead inside." Then she turned and walked off.

XoXoXo

He wouldn't see her around much for the next four months. When he finally did, she was on her deathbed, the victim of a stray gunshot. She wasn't going to survive a surgery; everyone knew it. She wanted to see Neil and of course, he came. With tears burning his eyes and his heart breaking. He was supposed to die young; not her.

He took her hand. "Serena."

"Neil." She offered him a weak smile. "I'm so glad you came."

"Me too." A tear finally gave way and streaked down his cheek.

"Hey, don't cry. Not for me. I knew what I was getting myself into when I took up with a guy who hurt my brother so many times."

"Was it about revenge?" Neil asked, clenching her hand as tightly as he dared.

"No. It was really about forgetting the pain, forgetting everything. Even you..."

"What?"

"I loved you so much, Neil. I was just stubborn. I couldn't admit how much I wanted you. And now it's too late."

"It doesn't have to be," Neil said hoarsely. "We can fight this. We can. We can have that life we've been cheated out of."

Serena shook her head and he could tell even that was an effort. "No, there's not any time."

"Serena..."

"Why didn't you ever try to kiss me? Even once?"

"I didn't believe you wanted that."

"Well I did. And if I just would have admitted it ..."

"Serena ..."

"I love you, Neil, I always have."

And then he was pressing his lips to hers until he felt that she simply wasn't there anymore and his heart broke. How had he cheated death over and over and Serena, His Serena, couldn't?

XoXoXo

Every time he closed his eyes, the flashback of their too-short history played over in his mind. It had been two years since her death and everyone told him it was time to move on but he remained in a stagnant pattern, unable to move forward. His dad was convinced he was going to make himself sick again. Neil knew better. He was going to keep on living just to feel this pain over and over.

XoXoXo

Three years to the date of Serena's death, Livvie came over and brought him an envelope that had turned up in the Scanlon's mailbox that morning. She cupped her hugely pregnant stomach and offered him an encouraging smile. "I brought it right away. You need to see it."

He opened the envelope and looked inside. His heart stopped. It was a picture of him and Serena taken when they were just kids. He was sitting on a hospital bed smiling while she rubbed his bald head with laughter in her eyes. "Ohmigod ... where ... how?!"

"Like I said it came in the mail. No postmark. It just said 'Mr. Scanlon' so Frank opened it but he knew immediately it was a message for you."

"From who?"

Livvie shrugged. "I don't know but as corny as this may sound, I think that its Serena's way of saying she's alright now and you're going to be okay too."

Neil looked at the photo as a tear dripped down his cheek. It could have been sent from anyone but he didn't really believe it. This was the kind of thing Serena would have done and he loved her all over again for it. But he also felt freer than he had in so long.

And this time when he closed his eyes and flashed back, the memories didn't hurt so much when he opened his eyes.

FINIS

Summer Storm 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 08:45:24 GMT

Title: Summer Storm
Fandom: As the World Turns
Pairing: Dusty Donovan and Lucy Mongtomery
Word Count: 2,045
Summary: Lucy feels guilty for not being able to save Jennifer's life.

Summer Storm

Lucy Montgomery shivered in her thin wind breaker as she stood at Jennifer’s grave, tears of shame and regret rolling down her pale face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered hoarsely. “I am so sorry.” Her tears nearly choked the breath of out of her.

She suddenly heard a rustle behind her and involuntarily froze in place. Maybe coming out here in the middle of the night – alone – wasn’t the smartest thing she had ever done, among other things …

“Lucy, relax, it’s just me,” Dusty Donovan’s familiar husky voice came from behind her.

Lucy turned to look at Dusty and shivered again – but this time not from the cold. He still got to her. Lord he did he ever …

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

Lucy wiped her eyes discreetly not wanting to let on that she had been crying although it was plainly obvious that she had been. “Apologizing,” she half-whispered.

“Don’t bother. She is beyond hearing you now,” he grumbled bitterly.

“I don’t believe that, Dusty, and you shouldn’t either. She’s here – she’s everywhere you and Johnny are.”

“Do you actually believe that horseshit you’re trying to shovel on me?” He demanded, dropping down onto a hard cement bench. He stared at her when she didn’t answer him. “Don’t you think you should be heading home now?”

“I don’t want to leave you alone,” she admitted. And selfishly, she didn’t want him to leave her alone anymore either.

“Just go.”

“No,” she said stubbornly. “You shouldn’t isolate yourself all the time, Dusty. It’s not healthy.”

“So are you a psych major now?” He asked gruffly.

“Dusty, stop please. I just want to say how sorry I am about Jennifer; for not being able to help her. But that said, I am not going to allow you to chase me away like you always do.”

“Why do you care so much?”

Lucy scuffed her feet in the dirt. “I have always cared about you. And I care about Johnny. He’s my brother and he needs you to stay strong and you can’t do that if you bottle up all your emotions and continue being so angry at the world all the time.”

“Go away!” he barked.

“No, Dusty, no,” she said firmly. “Let’s go somewhere and talk please. It’s getting really cold and it might rain tonight.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere,” he said. “I want to be here with my wife.”

“I thought you said she wasn’t here.”

“Well this stone with her name on it is all I have left of her.”

“That’s not true. You have Johnny – that is the best gift she could leave you.”

“How could she leave me at all? When I loved her so much?” Dusty murmured softly, almost in a whisper. His words were nearly lost in the blustering sound of the wind rushing by their ears.

“She didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t save her,” Lucy said, equally quietly and then raising her voice, she said, “But she loved you more than anything and that love – well, it never goes away.”

“I miss her every goddamn day of my life, every damn moment,” he said, clutching his chest. “It's like my heart is empty and dead but I can still feel everything and it hurts. I’m not going to lie about that.”

“I know, I know. You always did have a great heart even if you don’t want anyone to know it.” She walked over and bravely sat down beside him, fully expecting him to tell her to go away but surprisingly, he didn’t. She was still careful not to touch him though she wanted to. God, did she want to …

“What did she see in me?” He wondered aloud.

“She must have seen what few people are allowed to see: your heart, Dusty. She also probably loved your quiet strength and your deep soul … Your sweetness and kindness when you think no one is watching . Maybe she liked your dimples too,” she said with a little smile.

Dusty sighed weakly. “They won you over, didn’t they?”

“Yeah,” she admitted with a blush.

“I miss her,” Dusty said. “I miss the memories she made with me. I think I always will.”

“That’s natural. You always miss the ones you love most. I still miss my brother Bryant and he’s been gone for years now. I know it’s not exactly the same thing but I know what it’s like to hurt so badly because you feel like you lost someone way before their time should have been up.”

“I know how you feel, Luce,” he said. She tingled involuntarily at his use of her old nickname.

She tried to shake it off. “But, Dusty, I promise you, you will get stronger. You never forget but you do find more strength to live your life one day better at a time.”

“I don’t want to forget her; I don’t want Johnny to forget her.”

“Then be there for him, Dusty. Make yourself stronger and just be there for him. He’ll know Jennifer by the way you reflect her love.”

Dusty smiled. “When did you become so wise?”

“I have had a lot of time to think since I left Oakdale,” she replied with a shrug. “In fact when I wasn’t pouring over a medical book, I was lost in my own thoughts.”

“Did you think about me and you?” He asked.

“Yes,” she admitted. “A lot.”

“I thought about you a lot too. I wondered all the time why you left.”

Lucy didn’t answer right away and then she said, “I don’t know, but it was a big mistake.” She really did not want to be having this conversation at Dusty’s wife’s graveside and she sensed Dusty was finally ready to open up to her. “Maybe we should go,” she said.

“I am not sure I can leave her,” he said, tears misting his dark eyes.

“Then you stay. There is no hurry for you to go.”

“No I need to leave now or I’ll end up sleeping here all night, getting drenched by that damn storm that seems to be moving in quicker and quicker,” he said, looking at the black, starless night sky.

Dusty stood and walked over to Jennifer’s grave. He pressed a kiss into his hand and then bent down and pressed his hand against the cold stone. “Bye, Jenny, I love you so much,” he said.

Lucy’s eyes filled with more tears at the sight of him bent over, looking so broken and defeated, touching the cold granite like he could actually reach out and touch Jennifer and she would reach back for him.

Dusty finally straightened and turned to face Lucy. “Let me walk you to your car.”

“I didn’t drive.”

“Neither did I,” he said. “I’ll walk you home.”

“I can find my way there just fine. Go home to your son.”

“Humor me okay, Luce?” He said, causing another tingle to shoot through her body as they walked out of the cemetery and down the silent, empty street.

They walked in silence for a bit and soon a little rain began to trickle down on them. Dusty hurriedly removed his jacket and wrapped it around Lucy’s thin shoulders. She felt his strong, careful fingers brush her neck and shivered this time.

“These summer storms,” Dusty mused. “You never know when they’ll hit.”

“Nope,” she agreed as they continued along.

They walked in silence again as the rain began to pour down harder on them. Neither knew quite what to say to the other.

“Luce,” Dusty said. It sounded like the beginning of a question.

“Yes?”

“Do you think Jen knew I loved her?” He sounded so uncertain, almost innocent and child-like when he spoke.

“I know she did. She must have seen it in your eyes.”

“It seems like every good thing comes to an end.”

“It does seem that way sometimes,” she admitted.

“How have you been, Luce? I mean really?” He sounded genuinely concerned for her.

“I’ve been fine,” she insisted though her heart had ached and felt every mile, every centimeter, and millimeter between them while she was away and still did.

“Did you meet anyone special while you were away?” He asked.

“No one special,” she said. “No one could compare to y-“ Her voice trailed off, realizing what she had been about to say.

“Compare to – me?” He asked.

“Yes,” she admitted in a voice so low he could hardly hear it over the sound of the pounding of her heart and the rain hitting the pavement.

“Why did you leave?”

“You told me to go,” she said. “You hated me after what happened with Rafael.”

“Oh that is such bullshit and you know it,” Dusty said.

“No I don’t.”

“You must have known my true feelings.”

“I am telling you – I didn’t. I thought you hated me as much as I hated myself.”

“Then you were more naïve than I ever thought,” he said bitterly.

“Hey,” she snapped. “Why are we even talking about this anyway? We just left your wife’s grave!”

“I don’t know. I just know that I don’t want to be alone right now; I don’t want to lose anyone else I care about.” He pulled her close to kiss her – he so wanted to stop feeling the pain and thought losing his body and mind in a passionate moment would will all the emotions away, but to his surprise, she pulled away.

“No, Dusty, please don’t use me to get over Jennifer,” she said. “I couldn’t take that; I couldn’t accept it.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re grieving and I don’t want to take advantage of you. And I don’t want to be a fill-in for anyone.”

“What do you want from me, Lucy? You are always hanging around like you want or expect something to me. I thought kissing you, being with you … I really believed that was what you wanted …”

“I do but not this way,” she said, hurrying ahead of him.

“Come back,” he called after her but she kept walking. He hurried to catch up. “Will you just stop acting like a brat?”

“I’m not. You never notice me until tonight when you’re so upset. That is just wrong and it’s not fair to either of us.”

“You shouldn’t feel that way because I do notice you. It’s hard not to.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I notice so many things about you that I have no right to. I’m a married man in my heart still and yet there is something about you that I just can’t let go of. And I feel horrible about that because it doesn’t seem right in my mind though it does feel so right in my heart.”

“Dusty, you shouldn’t feel sorry for that –“

“Well I do. I just lost her; how can I even be thinking about you this way?”

“I don’t know but I am not going to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”

“You know what I want?” He suddenly asked.

“What?” She asked, heart hammering in her chest.

“I want to forget everything, every memory, every sorrow, every emotion and just be.” He said.

“I know and you will be okay one day. Maybe not soon but eventually. And I’ll be there for you, just not in that way …”

He touched her face. “You’re right I can’t use you. I can’t use you to forget. I just lost my head there for a moment.”

“It’s okay. It will take time, Dusty, but you’ll be okay, I’m sure of it.”

The rain began to pick up in fervor as they walked slowly and silently back down the road. They were in no hurry to get anywhere tonight.

THE END

The Best Gift Ever 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 08:32:56 GMT

Title: The Best Gift Ever
Fandom: (crossover) General Hospital/Private Practice
Pairing: Jake Reilly and Sam McCall
Word Count: 1,761
Summary: Jake doesn't think Sam is a bad mother; he doesn't think she's damaged either.
Author's Note: If crackships can be OTPs, Jake/Sam are mine!

The Best Gift Ever

He opened the door to find her nervously juggling her baby son on her lean hip. The little infant was red-faced and squalling like he was in pain.

Jake immediately and wordlessly reached for the little boy and laid him down on the big exam table. He looked at Sam under his eyelashes briefly before taking out his stethoscope and pressing it underneath the baby’s little blue tee-shirt.

“What’s … what’s wrong with him?” Sam asked and he thought how he had never truly seen her afraid before. Through all the painful fertility treatments, through the unexpected bleeding and cramping at four months, he had never her seen her so close to coming unglued. “You have to help him.”

“I will but honestly why didn’t you go to see his pediatrician? I make babies for lack of a better term, not treat them.”

“I know,” Sam acknowledged as she reached out and gently squeezed her son’s little hand. “But I really don’t trust her. Not the way I trust you.”

“Has he gotten all his shots yet?” Jake asked.

“He was supposed to go in in two days for the rest of them but … Ohmigod did I make my baby sick?”

Jake shook his head. “Hardly. From what I can tell he’s got whooping cough. We’ll check him into St. Ambrose and give him antibiotics. We’ll monitor him. But Sam, you have to relax, okay? He is going to be just fine. I wouldn’t have it any other way for my favorite patient.”

XoXoXo

Her son was soon sleeping peacefully in a little crib in an isolated room in St. Ambrose Hospital’s NICU. Sam sat beside baby Daniel, gently running her fingers through his whole three blonde hairs. She felt tears in her eyes as she watched him. His breathing was stabilized but she couldn’t help but blame herself for this. Maybe some greater force was punishing for all the truly horrible things she had done in the past.

She heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see Jake proffering her a paper cup full of steaming coffee. She gratefully accepted it and whispered, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He moved over to Daniel and examined him as he talked to Sam gently. “He’s going to be fine, Sam. You have to know that. You’re a good mom. We caught it early enough that there was no serious damage done.”

“But I couldn’t help him,” Sam protested. “He was so scared and I just felt … Helpless. All I could think was, ‘I need to get him to Jake. Jake can fix him like he tried to fix me’.”

Jake shook his head and gently tucked the covers back over the sleeping infant before moving over to Sam. He pulled over a chair from the corner and slid it in front of her, so they were practically knee-to-knee. “Sam, I never tried to fix you. You weren’t broken.”

Sam looked up at Jake then, noticed his warm chocolate eyes full of care and concern. And genuineness. She felt like crying anew but held it in. “I feel broken, sometimes I really do,” she admitted. “And you helped me have a baby when I had given up all hope, when I lost my husband because he didn’t want a child with me …”

Jake nodded and reached for her hand, wrapping his long, tapered and calloused fingers around her much more delicate ones. “That guy was a fool. I told you that before. If I had a woman like you in my life, I would have had ten kids with her by now.” He smiled then. “If that sounded like a come on, it wasn’t. Not really.” He quirked a smile at her. “Just know that you are not broken, Sam, you are not damaged. If you were I couldn’t have helped you. I try to heal people but most of the time they do all the heavy lifting. Which you did.”

Sam looked over at her son again. He looked so angelic, so perfect. How did she ever deserve such a wonderful gift? Truthfully, she didn’t. And she was scared to death she was going to mess him up somehow, irrevocably.

“I didn’t know how to help my son,” Sam said. “What kind of mother doesn’t know how to help her sick child?”

“You did help him. You got him here and you got him medical attention. There’s nothing else that could have been done. I am just glad you trusted me enough to take care of your boy.”

“I do trust you,” Sam said, meeting his eyes. “I really do. And I haven’t really trusted anyone before. Whenever I tried to, it always blew up in my face. But you didn’t let me down. You even put up with my crazy mood swings when I was getting the shots every other week.”

“That’s my job,” Jake said. “And believe me, I’ve dealt with worse.”

“Worse than me throwing a tantrum one minute and crying in a corner the next like a sad sap?”

“Well you never threw a chair at my head.”

Sam laughed in spite of herself. “No one did that to you.”

“Yeah but only because the bed pan didn’t make a dent in my thick skull.”

Sam giggled. “I didn’t know being a doctor was so dangerous.”

“You have no idea,” he said, his eyes twinkling. He then watched her eyes move back to her son. “He’s going to be okay. He has the best mother he could ask for.”

“I don’t believe that but … Thanks… Did I ever thank you for giving me this present – this gift? My son is my whole world and I love him so much.”

“You did thank me … About a hundred times.”

“But I feel like I still owe you so much…”

Jake squeezed her hand again. “You more than paid your dues, Sam. Literally. In fact, I just might buy a yacht with the money you forked over.”

Sam laughed. “Oh. Have fun with that.”

“I will,” Jake said. “I am thinking of finding some tall, leggy blonde to be my first mate. What do you think?”

“I think you’re … You, Jake. If that makes any sense.”

“Oddly enough, it does,” he said. He then gestured to her untouched cup of coffee on the side table. “Drink up. It’s getting cold.” He then stood. “I’ll come check on him in a little bit.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Again.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Again.”

XoXoXo

Daniel went home the following week with his happy mother. Jake had given Sam a pep talk or two about not blaming herself for everything and then sent her on her way, assuming he wouldn’t see her again anytime soon.

But two weeks later he opened his office door to find Sam sitting on his exam room table. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater but had never looked more attractive to him.

He smiled widely. “Here for another baby already?”

She shook her head. “No. Danny is keeping me busy enough.”

“Where is the little guy today?”

“With his grandma. She once said she was too young to be a grandmother but she loves Danny so much. She insisted I get out of the house and let her babysit. I had no choice in the matter.”

“So you came here? No shopping on Rodeo Drive or going to a club and meeting some hunky twenty-something guy who can rock your world?”

Sam smirked. “You are so inappropriate.”

“I know,” he agreed. “But seriously what brings you by?”

“I have been wanting to ask you something actually. And I keep trying to think of the best way to do it but I never figured it out. Still, I just got in my car this afternoon and started driving and it’s like the wheels of my car brought me here without my really –“

Jake held up a hand. “Sam, stop rambling. Tell me what you want to ask me.”

“Sorry. Bad habit,” she said and blushed a little. “I know this probably seems very out of the blue and very inappropriate but I kind of miss our interactions and –“

“Sam, you’re rambling again.” He smiled. “Let me ask you a question instead.”

“Shoot.”

“Are you trying to ask me out?”

Sam looked sheepish. “Yes but it was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have come here; I am sorry. You have other patients that really need you.” She started to hop off the table but Jake was suddenly in front of her, his minty breath warm on her cheek.

“Hey give a guy a chance to answer,” he said in a low voice. “Personally I would like to go out with you. I have never had a girl ask me but it’s a nice change of pace.”

“Too forward?” Sam asked as his lips hovered over hers.

“Nah. I liked it,” he said and then he reached out and tucked a long strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “Now do I have to ask your permission to kiss you?”

“No,” Sam said and her breath hitched in her throat as he slowly gathered her in his arms, and pressed his lips to hers.

It was an insanely good kiss. And when he pulled away, she could tell by the fire in his eyes that he had liked it too.

“So I have to ask,” Jake said as he tucked her into his body. “What makes you want to date me? Is it my debonair personality, my insanely good looks, my wit, my charm –“

Sam laughed and turned in his arms until she was spooned into the length of his body. “All of the above but mostly it was you saying I wasn’t broken. I have never been around a man who hasn’t wanted to save me from myself; who hasn’t wanted to help repair me.”

“They were idiots. I like you just the way you are,” Jake said and he nuzzled her neck with his lips. “In fact, I think you’re rather spectacular.”

Sam smiled. “I think the same about you. And thanks again for making all my dreams come true.”

He kissed her earlobe and whispered, “Trust me. I am just getting started.”

FINIS

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Competition 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 08:22:52 GMT

Title: Competition
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairing: Johnny Zacchara and Kristina Davis
Word Count: 100
Summary: Johnny's jealous of the competition.

Trey didn’t deserve her.

Johnny’s blood boiled at the thought of Kristina being tied down to Connie's freak son.

So the next time Johnny saw her, he kissed her. Kissed her hard and deep so she couldn’t forget him.

“What the hell was that for?”

“To show you there are better options out there than Trey what’s-his-face.”

“Ohmigod - you’re jealous, Johnny. It’s in your eyes! You are so jealous Trey has me and you don’t.”

“What if I said I am jealous?”

“I’d say, you’ve got some competition.”

He smirked. “Hardly. But tell Trey to bring his A-game anyway.”

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Fan Fiction Masterlist

forthisdance — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 08:14:12 GMT

This is where you can find all my stories here at dreamwidth.org!

- 90210 -

We're in Love - Silver and Navid

- All My Children -

I'm Yours - Kendall and Leo

- As the World Turns -

Cracks - family piece
Summer Storm - Dusty and Lucy

- Blue Bloods -

The Shed - Linda and Danny

The Bold and the Beautiful -

It's Fate - Taylor and Rick

- Days of Our Lives -

Better - Carrie and Austin
Brand New Day - ensemble

- General Hospital -

Competition - Kristina and Johnny
Con a Con - Sam and Ethan
Curious - Sam and Nikolas
The Deal - Sam and Matt
Doppelganger's Christmas - Emily and Sonny
Life-changing - Claudia and Lucky
My Hero - Sam and Logan
Our Moment - Courtney and Jason
Please Remeber - Lulu and Cruz
Salvation - Kristina and Johnny
Wet - Sam and Jax
You're Not Him - Ethan and Sam
You Should Be Mine - Lulu and Sonny

Midnight Alley - Carly and Lorenzo
Parts: Part 1

- Grey's Anatomy -

Cold As You - Teddy and Owen
We Belong Together - Callie and Mark

- Law and Order SVU -

Reaching Out - Amanda and Nick
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

- Malibu Country -

Her - Reba and Kim

- Passions -

Escaping Misery Town - Gwen and Hank
Parts: Part 1, Part 2

Four Kisses That Led to Forever -Theresa and Hank

- Port Charles -

The Flashback - Neil and Serena

- Crossovers -

The Best Gift Ever - Sam (GH) and Jake (PrP)

Fandom Snowflake Challenge Day 6

forthisdance — Sun, 06 Jan 2013 09:34:29 GMT

Wow can't believe its already Day 6 of the snowflake_challenge Awesomesauce! I am loving this. And now for today's assignment...

In your own space, pimp three comms or challenges and explain why you love them. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

I haven't joined many communities on Dreamwidth or Livejournal (yet) but I love three I found:

1. Spinoff Story Big Bang - cause come on, who doesn't want to write a show spin-off or book spin-off or whatever?! lol

2. Soaps - its a pretty quiet community but the topic is all kinds of fun! (Anyone else a shameless soap opera fan here?! lol)

3. Fandomaid - I am incredibly passionate about helping the world be a better place, or just helping people and animals in general, so this comm is right up my alley! It helps me realize that we all really can make a difference and enjoy ourselves at the same time!

So that's it ... for now lol

Salvation 1/1

forthisdance — Fri, 04 Jan 2013 08:31:37 GMT

Title: Salvation
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairing: Johnny Zacchara and Kristina Davis
Word Count: 100
Summary: Johnny's about to go on the run after confessing to all of his myriad crimes but sharing a kiss with a certain brown-haired beauty stops him in his tracks.
Author's Note: Wrote this in response to a challenge. I hope you all like it!

She’s there at the Haunted Star the night I make bail. I am there just to grab some cash. I need to leave PC before I get shot or have to spend the rest of my life behind bars.

She looks so pretty sitting at the bar, sexy legs crossed, brown eyes wide. I need to feel something at this point - anything - to remind me I’m still alive.

I risk everything to taste her lips.

She’s surprised but when she kisses me back, I know immediately that I can’t run anymore - especially from my feelings for her…

Fandom Snowflake Challenge Day 4

forthisdance — Fri, 04 Jan 2013 07:08:50 GMT

I just love this challenge thing-a-madoo! Check out the snowflake_challenge

Day 4

In your own space, create a list of at least three fannish things you'd love to receive, something you've wanted but were afraid to ask for - a fannish wish-list of sorts. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your wish-list if you feel comfortable doing so. Maybe someone will grant a wish. Check out other people's posts. Maybe you will grant a wish. If any wishes are granted, we'd love it if you link them to this post.

1. Wow so hard to pick but I'd love to receive a manip of one of my dream couples on General Hospital.
2. I'd like someone to write and dedicate a short fiction to me about Gina Kincaid from Beverly Hills 90210 and one of her guys.
3. Most of all, I would love people to sign up for the [Unknown LJ tag] fandom charity auction. I would love you all forever. The auction is coming soon and we have very few items up for bid :(

Are you a Passions fan? Then read below!

forthisdance — Thu, 03 Jan 2013 04:00:38 GMT

The Passions fandom in general is so quiet these days, wouldn't you agree? We really need something to get people writing about Passions again - or heck, even just talking about it! The admins of A Passion for Passions ([Unknown LJ tag]) invite you to join in our "Passions Valentine's Challenge".

What's it all about? Simple. It's just what it sounds like - a challenge about the crazy, funky, wild and romantic goings-on, on that festive day of February 14th in our favorite little burg, Harmony. The fic should be no longer than 5,000 words and should be a one shot. You should submit it on Valentine's Day, 2013, to our little Dreamwidth Community. There are so many things to write about (ie. someone learning the identity of their secret admirer; spending the day with their new lover; reuniting with an old lover, et al). Let's just get writing! Come on over to the community and sign up to join The Challenge.

A PASSION FOR PASSIONS VALENTINE'S DAY CHALLENGE
(The signup thread)

Fandom Snowflake Challenge Day 1

forthisdance — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 08:25:31 GMT

So there is this nifty little community here at DW that I think everyone should check out called snowflake_challenge. There is a fandom-related challenge every day for 15 days in January. I just happened upon it this morning and got all excited inside. The first challenge is to recommend at least 3 fanworks that I've created that I am proud of. I am not proud of much of my stuff to be honest - especially stuff from 2012 (it was a sucky year; let's be honest; TG it's over!) but if I had to dig up 3 fics I liked writing and am basically proud of, they would be ...

The Perfect Honeymoon (it's a work in progress but only has one chapter left to go and I feel it's my smut piece de resistance for the year of 2012. I have rediscovered my love of Emily and Sonny on GH too so that's really good)

The Moment I Knew (can't link you because its currently only posted on a closed-to-the-public writing site but it's IMO one of the best POV/character study fics I've ever done. I got good comments on it too, even from people who hate the character in question.)

Doppelgangers Christmas (another Emily/Sonny fic. It was a flash fiction I wrote and while I wouldn't say it's award-winning, it was so much fun to write and fan fic should be fun right, and not a chore!)

**P.S. All of these are soap-opera related fics. I swore I wouldn't talk about being a soap fan in this post but yet the snowflake challenge asks us not to hide our true selves so I guess I should say that my true self is a daytime drama affecinado!)

HELP ANIMALS!

forthisdance — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 03:30:17 GMT

Things I am donating for the Help Animals auction!

forthisdance — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 02:16:25 GMT

Here is a list (so far) of what I am donating for the Help Animals charity auction. If any of these sound like something you'd like to purchase for charity, please check out the community here: helpanimals

Alternately, if you want to donate your time and talents to the cause instead, that will rock too!

Items:

5 new, homemade knit beanies (sold seperately)
Box set of 4 new "Private" novels by Kate Brian

Fan fictions:

Auction #1 - any couples/characters from the fandoms I know best
Auction #2 - General Hospital pairings (specific pairings such as Sam/Jason, Brenda/Sonny, Elizabeth/Lucky, et al)
Auction #3 - The Vampire Diaries (specific pairings being Stefan/Elena and Matt/Caroline)
Auction #4 - A 5-chapter Grey's Anatomy fiction with any pairing(s) of your choice

This could raise a lot of money for the ASPCA so please check out the deets and contribute somehow. Animals in pain need your help today!

Life-changing 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 06:14:54 GMT

Title: Life-changing
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairing: Lucky Spencer and Claudia Zacchara
Word Count: 375
Summary: Claudia has some news.
Author's Note: Greg Vaughan is Lucky in this.

Life-changing

They were anything but traditional. She was black leather, baseball bats to the knees, dynamite, a lioness in and out of the bedroom... She was also a mobster’s daughter and the reason his cousin had been in a coma for over a year. He was tee-shirts, jeans, a badge he felt he didn’t deserve, and just a guy who liked to take his sons on camping trips on the weekends … He was also the man sent to arrest her on the night her crimes finally came to light.

When he had finally tracked her down, she immediately kissed him, a wild look in her dark eyes. She dared him to turn her in when she clearly turned him on. She was desperate to leave and in that moment, he was desperate to make her stay. They had the hottest sex of his life right there in a cabin and when he woke up the next morning, she was gone and he was handcuffed to the coffee table. He got a hell of a lot of ribbing for that from his fellow officers and a demotion from his superiors. He also received a slap in the face from his cousin Carly and a warning from Elizabeth that she would take the boys away if he ever saw Claudia again.

But he knew that wasn’t going to happen. She was long gone and only the memory of her beautiful breasts bouncing in his face as she bobbed on his dick remained.

Four months later he came home to an empty house, yet again. He picked up the mail and sorted through it. Junk mail, bills, bills and more junk mail. At the bottom of the stack though was a small white envelope. He immediately ripped it open in curiosity, noting there was no return address on it. A little, square piece of paper fluttered to the floor. He picked it up and noticed that it was a sonogram. He had seen them before of course.

He studied it with an anxious feeling gnawing at his stomach. He then turned it over. There were just three words scrawled there but they changed his life forever in that instant …

“It’s a girl.”

Please Remember 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 06:09:24 GMT

Title: Please Remember
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairing: Cruz Rodriguez and Lulu Spencer
Word Count: 999
Summary: Lulu wants her love to remember her but he just can't.

Please Remember

“I don’t know you. I’m sorry,” he said, splaying his hands out awkwardly over his unshaven face. She had spent weeks at his bedside following the accident only for him to wake up and ask who she was. It had broken her heart but no more so than the words he had just uttered. Because she felt he might as well be saying, “I don’t want to know you”.

She wanted to beg him to remember her, to at least try. Say to him, don’t you remember the first time we made love? It was my nineteenth birthday and you were so worried my dad or my brothers were going to find out I was over at your place. And remember you sang me happy birthday in Spanish? And please remember the way you ran your fingers through my hair when you kissed me. Remember I said that you made me feel like a grownup woman; someone worthy of you and you said I was. You made me believe it too. And please remember when I said I loved you back and that I would never forget the way you made me feel …

So how? How could you forget me?

But all those words died on her lips. She refused to be that emotionally clingy, needy woman she had seen for too many years in the mirror. She had done that routine in the past and things had never turned out well for her because of it.

When she looked into Cruz’s dark eyes and saw no recognition there, none of the passion and love he used to look at her with, her heart broke all over again.

Their relationship had been an accident - a fluke; a beautiful, but perfect accident. It seemed so ironic that it should all end because of another, different sort of accident. Cruz hadn’t been wearing his seatbelt. What kind of cop didn’t wear his seatbelt - especially during a high speed chase? How could you be so stupid? She wanted to ask that too. Didn’t you know how much I needed you? Didn’t you care?

Again her desperate thoughts went uncommunicated. Lulu held back tears as best as she could as she whispered, “Its okay, I understand.”

Of course she didn’t. She didn’t understand it at all. Why wouldn’t he try? It had been two months since the accident. The least he could do was try and make an effort to remember her. She didn’t want to be abandoned by him. He was the love of her life. She had thought that many, many times before with other men, but it had been different with him because she had known without a doubt by the things he said and the way he acted towards her that he thought they were equals and in her relationships, she had always been on such shaky ground. She had never felt she had firm footing until Cruz came into her life and pretty much just took her by surprise.

She had been fired as Kate Howard’s assistant once Maxie Jones got her way and had been looking for a job. Lucky suggested she train to be a 911 operator and while the idea hadn’t thrilled her she felt she should try it, finally do something to prove that she just could do anything at all.

She remembered the first time she really spoke to, and noticed, Cruz. She had sent him out on a domestic disturbance case and he and Detective Harper had returned looking dejected and ill hours later. Lulu couldn’t help but ask what had happened and Cruz had said, “Everything. Everything you think you’re prepared for in this line or work but really never are …”

It turned out that the wife who had made the distress call to say her husband had a gun and was taunting her and her children with it, had taken the bullet to avoid having her kids in the line of fire. Lulu had looked into his gentle brown eyes and saw such pain there. She told him to go home and rest but he had said “no”; that he wouldn’t sleep with those images in his head anyway.

So during her break she had brought him coffee and a donut and they had talked and talked for a long time, until Mac Scorpio told her to get back to her post.

Many other nights following that, Cruz would come into the police station after another gruesome find and just sit at his desk for a moment, trying to regain his equilibrium and she would still bring him his favorite donut and coffee. And it had all started from there …

She remembered their first kiss in the hallway at the station’s Christmas party and the way Lucky almost caught them but he pulled her into a room before they were spotted and they kissed some more. When he kissed her that first time, Lulu just knew. Knew somehow that they were going to make it.

But of course, she should have known how wrong she was.

“Lulu, I’m sorry,” he said again.

Lulu nodded. “I know. I know.” I am too, she thought.

She stood slowly and walked to the door of his small, cramped apartment. Remember me, she thought. Please remember me someday and come for me because I will be waiting for you.

But once again, she didn’t say that. She reached for the doorknob and then felt his warm hand slide over hers, holding it there for a brief, electric second. “I don’t remember you, Lulu- I just know that you have the bluest eyes, and the sweetest heart, and the deepest emotions, and the saddest face I’ve ever seen. I don’t remember but maybe one day …”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she said softly and then withdrawing her hand, walked out of his house for what she was sure was the very last time.

You Should Be Mine 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 05:59:55 GMT

Title: You Should Be Mine
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairing: Sonny Corinthos and Lulu Spencer
Word Count: 1,560
Summary: Sonny is falling in love with his own daughter-in-law!
Rating: M

You Should Be Mine

He watched her, every day growing bigger with his son’s child. The son who was dead and would never meet his own baby. A stray bullet had robbed him of that. A stray bullet had robbed Lulu of a husband and Sonny of a son. So many people loved that boy and it was so wrong that he was gone. That he wasn’t able to spring back from this like he had everything else.

Lulu had moved in with Sonny after it happened – against everyone’s advice. Even Luke told her it was a bad move but she was a Spencer by blood and that made her stubborn and she didn’t back down when everyone was saying Sonny didn’t deserve to know his own grandchild. Lulu was unfailing loyal to Sonny and he didn’t understand it but he appreciated it. Hell, he loved it. He loved her, period.

It had begun gradually – these feelings. They took him completely by surprise. She would just look at him a certain way or touch his arm and his heart would hammer in a way it hadn’t since Brenda. He eventually realized he was in love with his own deceased son’s wife. He felt guilty for his feelings but he couldn’t turn them off; he wouldn’t. Now if only he could tell her the truth. If only he was sure she wouldn’t run screaming the other way. He had never been afraid of sharing his feelings before but this situation was complicated and downright insane and he knew he needed to proceed with caution.

One morning he walked in to the study to find her standing by the window, cupping her pregnant belly. He watched her unobserved for a long moment before he realized she was crying. He immediately cleared his throat to announce his presence. She turned around slowly and looked at him with tears dripping down her face.

He couldn’t resist his impulse then. He immediately closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms, tucking her underneath his chin. She fit there … so perfectly.

“Lulu, what is it?” He asked as she clung to him, her tears wetting her shirt.

“I feel so guilty, Sonny,” she murmured.

“About what? What do you have to feel guilty for?” He was truly perplexed.

“I am not sure I can tell you…”

“You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“Maybe not this …”

“Try me,” he said, guiding her over to the sofa and helping her onto it. She sunk down into the cushions and he followed suit, holding her hand and feeling the warmth of her.

“It happened at breakfast this morning,” Lulu said. “Remember you made that little joke about Max’s cooking… I laughed.”

“And you feel guilty for that?”

“No, I feel guilty because I realized something major.” He waited for her to continue. “I feel guilty because you make me happy again, Sonny. You make me forget that I’m supposed to be a grieving widow. Grieving over your own son! That’s not how it was supposed to be. I didn’t come here to fall in love with my father-in-law.” She looked shocked that she had admitted that aloud and quickly tried to make it better. “I didn’t – I shouldn’t have … You’ve just been so amazing to me… I couldn’t –“

He placed a finger over her lips for a moment. “Don’t. Don’t apologize because Lulu, I realized something recently myself. I love you too. More than I have a right to.”

“You mean that?” Lulu asked as tears kept running down her pretty face.

“I mean it with all that is in me,” Sonny said. “I was the dead one, inside for so long, and you woke me up inside in every way. I want you so much, Lulu. But I can wait. Until you’re really ready. I can wait as long as it takes even if I’m not normally a patient man.”

“Maybe I don’t want to wait,” Lulu said, reaching out and touching his lips. “If I’ve learned anything from this it’s that life is too short to wait to make good things happen.”

“You’re grieving…”

“I am. But I love you, Sonny, and I really believe wherever Dante is, he would understand that. He would want us to try to be happy. If you could be happy with me…”

“Damn right I could,” Sonny said and pulled her closer, against his chest again. He kissed her, nudging her lips open with his tongue. He moved it inside and slid it across hers as she moaned into his mouth. They kissed for what could have been minutes but felt just like seconds. Fleeting seconds and he wanted more of her. So much more. But was she really ready?

“The baby …” He said when he pulled back.

“Is safe. I can be with a man for at least another two weeks safely. And I want that man to be you. I love you, Sonny, and I need you inside of me now.”

He nodded. “Alright but we’re going to take it slowly.” He wanted to savor the moment in case this was something she later regretted.

He gently cupped her breasts through her tee-shirt and began to massage them. He could see her eyes dry from their tears and instead take on a look of stormy passion. She moaned loudly as he kept fondling them while he leaned over and sucked on her sensitive collarbone, a spot he knew that most women loved being kissed on.

“Sonny –“ Her hands went to his button-down shirt.

“Be patient, okay?” he said. “I want you to enjoy every moment of this.”

“I will,” she promised and instinctively lay back on the sofa. He massaged her feet and legs and then moved his hands up to the button on her maternity jeans. He unclasped them effortlessly and she lifted her bottom as he helped her shimmy out of them. Then she was just in pink cotton panties but he thought nothing had ever looked quite so sexy. He gently rested his hand on her ever-growing belly and held it there for a moment, reverently. Then when she bucked up in anticipation he moved his hand to the apex of her thighs. He traced the hem of her panties and found them damp with her arousal. She smelled so sweet, he knew he had to taste her soon.

He parted her legs and slid a finger into her tight heat. She bucked again on the sofa and whispered his name hoarsely. “Sonny …”

He added another finger and began to slowly thrust in and out of her taking time to circle her sensitive bud several times. He then slipped his hands into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. He chucked them across the room and moved his head down between her thighs to taste her sweetness. She tasted like heaven, better than he could have imagined possible. She writhed, squeezing him tightly between her spasming thighs and he briefly pulled his eyes up to look at her, nodding his approval. She came with a gush of warmth in his mouth. He drank every last drop of her nectar and then licked her one last time softly before leading a trail of kisses up her body, capturing her engorged right nipple in his mouth.

He suckled on her nipple and then moved to the other as she ran her hands through his hair. “Sonny, oh god,” she said, pushing him down so he took in more of her tit.

He ministered to her breasts for a long, long time before he felt her shake with a new orgasm. She was uber-senstiive, maybe from the hormones. But maybe she just enjoyed being lavished on and loved on.

“Sonny, I need you. I need you inside of me, now!” she pleaded and desperately clawed at his belt buckle. He helped her yank it off and then he was sliding out of his pants and kicking aside his boxer briefs. He rejoined her on the sofa and lay beside her, rubbing his hard length against her thigh before he was lifting himself onto her gently. He came down over her and settled between her thighs. It occurred to him then that she might be more comfortable on top in her pregnant state though so he gently rolled her over until she was riding him. She went down hard on his shaft and began rocking against his length as he matched her thrust for passionate thrust. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and he reached up and thumbed her purpled, protruding nipples as she rode out her release. Finally she screamed loudly and Sonny shot off his cream inside of her.

Afterwards, she lay spooned in his arms and he kissed her right temple as he cupped her belly. “I love you, Lulu. It wasn’t planned but I am glad it happened.”

“I love you too, Sonny, and I am glad it happened as well.” She then rolled over and kissed him and soon they were making love again.

FINIS

The Deal 1/1

forthisdance — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 05:52:10 GMT

Title: The Deal
Fandom: General Hospital
Pairing: Matt Hunter and Sam McCall
Word Count: 367
Summary: Sam makes a deal with the man who might be her savior.

The Deal

"So is this where I sign up for the great sperm search of 2011?" Matt Hunter asked her with an irreverent, cocky grin on his face.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I heard you're in the market for a baby and I thought you know, since we're kind of friends now ..."

She quirked a smile and looked at him under her thick dark lashes. "Oh is that what we are?"

"Yeah, I'd say so. Don't forget I saved your life after you were shot - again."

"You're a doctor, that's what doctors do."

Matt grinned. "But I did it better than anyone else could."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Full of yourself much?"

"Just stating the truth."

"Uh huh ..." Sam eyed him closely. "So you really want to help me find a donor?"

"No, Sam, I want to be the donor."

Sam's mouth fell open in shock and surprise. "Oh my god, you're serious?"

"Yeah, yeah I am."

"Why would you do that?" Sam asked, suddenly suspicious. Nothing had ever come easily in her life, nothing at all, so how could she not suspect something was up here?

"I'm a doctor. I like to heal people."

Sam nodded. "Oh and you think I'm broken without a baby in my life?"

"No, but I think you believe that."

"Where do you get off trying to analyze me?"

"I'm not, Sam, I'm not. I'm simply saying that I want you to be happy."

"Why?"

"Because, Sam, in all honesty, I think I just like to see you smile. You have the most beautiful smile in the whole world."

Sam smiled and he grinned back. "There's that smile."

"So ..."

"So ..."

"Are we uh, making a baby together?"

"Preferably the old-fashioned way," Matt said with a grin.

She slapped his arm. "No. Not even. If you think it will be that easy to get me into bed ..."

"How difficult will it be then?" He joked.

"I want your swimmers and that's it."

He smiled and held out his hand. "I'll make you a deal. My swimmers for your friendship."

Sam stared at his hand for a moment and then clasped hers inside it. "Deal."

It's Fate 1/1

forthisdance — Sun, 30 Dec 2012 21:50:48 GMT

Title: It' Fate
Fandom: The Bold and the Beautiful
Pairing: Rick and Taylor
Word Count: 996
Summary: It's meant to be.

Light was streaming in through the slats of the blinds as Taylor Hamilton rolled over in bed and stretched her arms above her head as a small, ladylike yawn parted her full lips. She was about to climb out of the warmth of her bed when she realized she was actually bare-naked. That's when she spotted the man beside her, turned on his stomach, one sinewy arm draped over the edge of the mattress. Even with his face buried in the pillow, she would know that naked body anywhere.

Rick.

What the …? How could she have been so irresponsible? She didn't do things like pick up random men at bars. Okay so Rick wasn't a random man but still, this was unconscionable, unthinkable. She was so humiliated by her behavior. How much had she had to drink at Mannequins last night to do this? To get into bed with her ex?

She pulled the covers up to her chin and then thought better of cowering. She would just face this head-on. She had to face her fears or she was destined to make the same mistakes over and over again. That was textbook 101.

She gently nudged his broad, bare shoulder, for a moment savoring the taut skin there. She shook her head and yanked her hand away like he had burnt her. "Rick." She finally called his name. "Rick, wake up. You have to go."

Rick roused after a moment and rolled over in bed, peering up at her. A grin immediately came to his face. "Well, Taylor, this is certainly an unexpected turn of events, huh?"

Had he no shame? Taylor sighed. "You have to go."

"Why?" Rick asked. "You told me yourself last night that you and Thorne were over. I forget why now…" He smirked. "Fortunately I remember everything else."

She blushed bright red. "How drunk was I to do this?" She asked.

"You didn't touch a drop of alcohol," Rick said, his smile dimming a bit as his face took on a look of earnest. "Remember I found you about to drink but I reminded you that you wanted to be sober for your kids. I even said I'd drink down every bit of alcohol in the place so you didn't have to… Don't tell me you forgot all that."

Taylor shook her head. "No, I haven't come to think of it... I am just – Rick, I don't do stuff like this."

"Maybe not with complete strangers but then we're not strangers, are we?" Rick said.

Taylor shook her head. "I am getting out of bed now. I want you to turn and face the wall."

Rick's devilish smirk was back. "Oh come on. I have seen you naked plenty of times. No need to be ashamed now. Besides, I like what I see. Every inch of you is incredibly beautiful and precious to me."

"Rick, don't say things like that!" Taylor chided him as she bunched the covers up to her neck.

"Why not? It's true. Maybe last night was fate's way of saying we're not over."

Taylor's brown eyes flew to meet his blue ones. "Rick, are you serious – I mean don't answer that. I don't believe in fate anyway. We make our own fate to my way of thinking."

"Yeah and we made … fate," Rick said. "At least three times if I remember correctly."

Taylor went to lightly slap his arm but he caught her hand, holding it against his chest. "Taylor –"

"Rick, come on. Stop joking around."

Rick looked pained for a moment there. "Who's joking?"

"We tried to make things work before but we couldn't. Besides, you're young and you just broke up with Amber. There are many other fish in the sea."

"Oh stop with the clichés, Taylor," Rick said. "I know what I want and who I want and that's you." He leaned in and danced his hand across her cheek with his calloused fingers. "Can you deny last night was amazing?"

Taylor shook her head. "No. But in the real world, we don't work. You will always think I am carrying a torch for Ridge and I will always think you deserve better than to be tied to me."

"Taylor, stop. I want you. I still love you. I think I never stopped. Last night was just a reminder that we belong together. Things will never be easy being the people we are but take a leap of faith with me, okay? Be with me again in every way. Not just in my bed – or your bed, as the case may be – but be my partner in life."

"Rick, I don't want to hurt you again…"

"That's part of life, Taylor. We hurt the ones we love sometimes." Rick sighed. "But that's assuming you love me too."

Taylor's eyes wet with tears. "I do, Rick. I still do so much."

"We made fate last night happen for us, Taylor. We can keep making things happen for us. All we need is a second chance. Say you'll give me a second chance, please. Say you'll give us a second chance."

Taylor looked into his bright eyes, saw the clear want and need in his eyes. That might fade somehow, some day, but she also saw love for her in his eyes and that hadn't gone away. Whenever he had looked at her since their breakup, she realized now that look had always been there and she had been a fool to not see it and so easily toss this amazing man away for a pipedream. And the most important part was that she realized, she still loved him too.

"What do you say, Taylor?" Rick prompted her.

"I say… Let's embrace our fate," she replied and soon they were kissing.

Rick rolled her underneath his strong body and they began to meld together once again. "I love you, Taylor."

"I love you too, Rick," Taylor said. "I love you so much."

FINIS