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What? They've acted in OTHER things?!
So, you may be aware that some cast members of HH have acted in other things. Give their profession, this is understandable.
This post is for those who would like to prompt/fic about the other things the guys/girls have been in, without mixing it up with HH-related/non-crossover fic on the other posts.
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UNPROMPTED: Blades on Saturday, Female!Chris/Tim, R [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-02 12:56 am (UTC)(link)“Um?” She asks with an arch of her eyebrow, fiddling around behind her back (and he’s always admired the flexibility of her arms… Which is an odd thing to admire, really) until her bra comes loose and slides down over her shoulders.
…Mm.
He takes a moment to stare at her breasts, because they are lovely and she’d probably smack him if he didn’t, before he blinks and looks up at her again – and that smug smirk is surprisingly easy to work with, really, considering how very smug it is, “Do you remember certain… Things we discussed?”
She considers that for a second, her fingers drumming on his naked chest, “we’ve discussed a lot of things, Tim.”
…True, they do still talk a lot. It’s probably a good thing in relationship terms, even if not so brilliantly wonderful in ‘getting awkward things out’ terms, “Bedroom things, I mean.”
She frowns down at him for a second.
He smiles brightly up at her, pleased at that very little step.
“…Does this mean that you’re willing to let me suck ice cream off your cock and drizzle chocolate sauce over your nipples?”
…Trust Chris to come to that conclusion, “soon.”
“Or the other way around?”
“Soon.”
“Why not-?”
“Because I still haven’t got fresh towels or plastic covers, Chris!” He pauses, forcibly halts himself – breathes out a slow, calm breath through his nose as she looks down at him like his quaint ideas about cleanliness and not attracting rats are the most amusing things that she’s ever seen “…It isn’t about eating food off me.”
“Right,” she considers that for a second, turns it over in her mind and frowns in a manner that can only be considered thoughtful “…Bondage, then?”
…Ah, “still in the future.”
“Because I have handcuffs…”
“Still in the future,” he sighs, again through his nose… And, alright, maybe he somewhat overestimated his ability to discuss this considering that he can’t even talk his son into liking him and he’s only avoiding absolutely failing those counselling sessions because Paula still has a rather inappropriate crush upon him (despite Marcus begrudgingly talking about his girlfriend several times, and Chris’ pathological need to stake her claim on everything that she lays her eyes on).
Perhaps it’s best to try another tactic.
Perhaps it’s best to show her instead. And so he awkwardly leans up, making sure to brace her hip with one hand, and reaches behind him. Digging under the pillow until he finds…
The look on Chris’ face when he pulls the knife out is one he will remember forever, the smile that she gives when he presses it into her hands is probably one that’ll dance happily through most of his good dreams before he’s merrily woken up by reality and loud demands for morning sex.
“I’ve already disinfected it, and cleaned it, and done all the appropriate things that the internet told me to do,” he smiles awkwardly, leaning back on the bed as she gently weighs it in her hands “…And that actually sounds a lot weirder than it should. But I knew that you wanted to do it, and know that you’ve wanted to do it for ages, and so I just thought-“
He’s interrupted by a kiss, surprisingly sweet and hot and perfect, and a bright smile as she leans back – still holding the knife in her hands like she’s never found anything so perfect in her whole life.
“Tim.”
…Odd that he gets the impression that she’s found him.
UNPROMPTED: Blades on Saturday, Female!Chris/Tim, R [2A/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-02 01:00 am (UTC)(link)…Coherent.
“Safe word?” Chris asks softly, making sure to keep the knife suspended – actually being kind and… That doesn’t surprise him, really, she’s hardly a warm and fluffy marshmallow underneath all the spikes but she isn’t directly cruel to the people she cares about.
It takes him only a thought, a deeply drawn breath, to gather his mind and answer, “capitalism.”
And she snorts above him, and he’s actually starting to find her snort lovely after all these months, “It’s meant to be something that you can say quickly, Tim.”
He considers this for a second, the blade tracing lower and lower on his stomach, “I can probably say capitalism quickly if that knife is about to cut off vital parts of me.”
She arches an eyebrow, clearly amused, “fingers?”
“Toes.”
“Cock?”
“…You would have that idea.”
She laughs above him at that, and makes sure to remove her knife for the duration of the shuddering – a nice touch that he can’t really help but smile at “…Capitalism it is, then.”
“Never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“Don’t push your luck…”
But she’s smirking, as she says it, and smirking as she slowly balances forwards on his waist (bracing herself properly, and he is glad for that) and brings the knife forwards – checking carefully for his reaction every slow inch of the way.
To his pride, and he means his true pride here, he manages to repress a flinch as she aims it for his neck. Is very glad that he did so as she gently lowers it instead and traces a line across his collarbone – shallow, light, more tickling than actually painful.
He draws in a low breath as she gently scrapes another line, and he never expected to start getting hard at this.
And then, with a quick glance up and a careful nod of assent in return, she smiles a little and edges lower down his body – wriggling until she can settle herself (and that doesn’t really help with the hardness) and get the knife into a careful position again. She lightly swipes the blade over his chest – soft, butterfly lines that only draw pleasantly tingling scratches that he’ll probably find himself accidentally admiring in the mirror later. She’s careful, polite, perfect…
And he’s still growing hard. Which is actually quite lovely, really.
After a few more passes of the knife, her lip held attractively between her teeth as she concentrates, he gently reaches up and presses a hand to her shoulder. She immediately stops, sits back and looks at him with a slightly tilted head and questioning eyes.
He smiles, in response, gently taps against her hip in a gesture just as fond as a kiss, “you can draw blood if you want.”
She stares for another second, eyes going steadily wider as she takes him in (and he does see temptation there, just as he knew he would) “…Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he nods, instantly.
“It’ll hurt.”
“I can stand it.”
She arches her eyebrow.
“I am a spy.”
She arches her eyebrow higher.
“…It’s you. And I know that you’ll be as careful as it’s possible for you to be.”
She-
Smiles, so brilliantly that it’d remind him why he loved her even if he didn’t know every single second of most days, holds the knife aside and leans down for yet another sweet kiss that he finds himself arching into with fingers tangling in her hair.
“Right,” she smiles, as she draws back and prepares the knife again, “remember: capitalism, evil but safe in this situation.”
“Believe me, I remember.”
“Good.”
UNPROMPTED: Blades on Saturday, Female!Chris/Tim, R [2B/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-02 01:03 am (UTC)(link)She smiles in return, a fond thing that he’s rarely seen before, gently trails the knife along – so slowly that he has time to reflect on the soft, slight ooze of blood that he can feel from the cut. It aches a little, yes, and will probably ache a bit more later – but Chris avoids all vital and soft areas and it actually ends up… Nice, still arousing as she gently lifts her knife from the first cut and inspects it with critical eyes.
And is pleased, judging by the bright smile that she gives. With another glance up to him, and he does appreciate it even if he’s more than fine with everything, she moves the knife a little down and gently cuts in again – pressing just as hard, just as deep and gently gathering up the resultant blood with a finger as she goes.
The third cut happens in much the same way.
And the fourth cut…
But by the end of the fourth cut, gentle and vertical this time, he is properly hard – and she has happily noticed. She halts before making the fifth cut, tilts her head with a slow smirk before rocking back and wiping the slightly bloodied blade against the sheets “…That should come out.”
“Aren’t you going to apologise?” He asks, with only the slightest touch of weariness.
“Nah,” which she only smiles at, and tilts her head at, and seems to actually think on for a moment before beaming like a beautiful madwoman yet again “…But I will do something better: do you want a go?”
He pauses for a second himself “…A go?”
She gently, and he’s very glad for the gentleness there, raises the blade and waves it – an obvious answer if he’s ever seen one.
And, well…
“Alright,” he says, with a faint touch of reluctance, and reaches up to carefully take the knife from her fingers, “I suppose it couldn’t do too much harm-“
…Even if it doesn’t feel that good.
And he makes a face, and hisses in sympathy, and can’t help but let his erection wilt a little as he gently presses the knife against her side and traces a gentle pattern there.
It’s a good thing, then, that Chris is immediately ready to chuckle and pluck the blade from his fingers – setting it down on the side table before leaning in for a kiss that is sweet and forgiving and so perfect that he doesn’t know how he ever lived without it (…Though that does sound like something from some romance movie, that Chris would probably cackle at for years), “it’s alright.”
“It’s-“
“You don’t get off on cutting me, that’s fine - actually considered healthy in some circles,” she’s beaming as she leans back, one of her properly happy ones that always make casual observers think that she’s an actually nice person instead of a society hating machine (though she’s also a nice person as well as a society hating machine, she just refuses to tell anybody), “you still let me cut you even if you weren’t sure that you were going to like it, and then you actually went and got hard from it!”
“…Yay?”
She chuckles, an impossibly fond sound for Chris, leans in for another kiss that makes him almost helpless yet again “…Now, I brought extra condoms today and shoved them in the side table while you were treating your harpy of an ex-wife with far more kindness than she deserves. Want to use them?”
…He loves her.
He honestly does, as he scrambles up to grab them and hears her laughter echoing in his ears.
Re: UNPROMPTED: Blades on Saturday, Female!Chris/Tim, R [2B/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-02 01:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: UNPROMPTED: Blades on Saturday, Female!Chris/Tim, R [2B/2]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-03 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)