What? They've acted in OTHER things?!
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hhanonSo, 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: Next Monday Morning, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [2/4] [Spy]
Date: 2011-10-24 01:46 am (UTC)“S-O?”
“Spelling it out,” he says very firmly, tugging up all pertinent items of underwear before she can get her hands anywhere inappropriate, “will not make me shag you in a public place at 9:30-“
“9:35…”
“-On a Monday morning!” He finishes triumphantly despite her interruption. And then glances at the clock to find her absolutely right (god dammit, as usual).
…She’s also pouting again.
“Stop that!”
Pouting hard.
“Stop that!”
Pouting so hard that she’s possible going to strain certain muscles, or break certain bones, or injure certain people (and pigeons) with the force of her wavering eyes.
“Why,” he says, and knows how hopeless it sounds the moment it pops out of his mouth, “am I being vilified for being ordinary, sensible and respectful of others in most ways?”
“Story of your life, isn’t it?” She replies, around her pout.
“Oi-!”
“And you’re not being that respectful of others,” she continues, still around that pout in an entirely unsettling way, “you’re not being respectful of me, for instance. Not being polite and shagging me against the wall like I’m asking you to, not being lovely and actually listening to me-“
…He glares down at her. She uses her eyebrows in response.
“You are not above society, Chris,” he says through vaguely gritted teeth. Not that gritted because it actually hurts his mouth to do so, but-!
“I am most of the time” …It doesn’t work at all. Her fingers simply slip up to the buttons of her oversized shirt (and, wait, is that stolen from his wardrobe?) and undo the top two, exposing an expanse of pale flesh that he just has to stare at for a moment even if it does not help his case, “and nobody would know if you pinned me up against this wall and shagged me breathless.”
“…I think they would.”
“They wouldn’t.”
“Don’t they have cameras?”
“I smashed all the cameras,” he stares at her in an appalled way, she beams and starts pressing her thigh in between his legs again, “they were starting to annoy me, and I wanted to see if I could juggle hamsters.”
“…What-?”
“Tim,” the pout has returned, he’s not sure where it went but it was probably somewhere nice and sunny and capable of giving out pouting tenure or something equally as ridiculous, “do you want me to shag somebody else against this lovely piece of wall that can support a fully grown woman’s weight and probably a middle aged-“
“Oi!”
“-Man’s weight too?”
…Well.
That would be rather-
UNPROMPTED: Next Monday Morning, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [3/4] [Spy]
Date: 2011-10-24 01:47 am (UTC)“Do you even have a chest?”
“Yes, everyone is born with a chest, Chris” …Or most people, anyway. God, this is the wrong time to be feeling horribly guilty about such things! “We should also probably move.”
“Should we?”
He glares again, he rather hopes that it carries off more than the impression of a faintly annoyed gerbil, “I am apparently a spy, I’m not superman.”
“…True, but wouldn’t you have a really big-?”
“Chris.”
…And finally they move! With a bit of grumbling and Chris almost stabbing him in the foot with one of her absurdly pointy heels (God knows why she usually chooses to wear heels, it’s probably so she can tower over society in actuality as well as just spiritually) and him almost elbowing the wall. They end up in a reversed position, Chris slipping one leg smirkingly over his hip as he sighs down at her in sheer resignation.
“Well?”
He obediently, for she has apparently trained him and that is an entirely worrying thought, reaches for the third button on her shirt-
“No” …And is slapped away. Which is most unfair, when you think about it. Incredibly and hurtfully and rather bafflingly unfair, “if I don’t get to undress you there’s no way that you’re getting to undress me, Timmy boy!”
…Timmy boy, “then how-?”
He supposes that his eyes convey his sheer disappointment at not getting to see her admittedly rather nice breasts again. She pats his cheek, fondly, beams up at him in much the same manner as an insane woman obsessed with apples and the divide between life and death, “maybe next time, Tim. How what?”
“…How are we supposed to shag if I can’t remove a single piece of your clothing?”
She blinks at that very good question for a moment, actually taps a finger to her lips and gives it the true treatment of a philosopher(/person who has little better to do) “…Well, knickers should be alright.”
“Great.”
“And you’ve hitched things up before, right?” She beams at him for a second, frowns at him for another, tilts her head for yet another that has him wanting to find a different wall and bang his head against it (but, then, he was having such desires last time – it’s obviously just Chris) “…Probably.”
“I have,” he grumbles, with as much dignity as he can muster.
“Get on with it, then!”
…Alright.
He slides his fingers up under her skirt, a little awkwardly for he has never really done this with so many clothes before, and removes her underwear after a few awkward false goes. Slides them down her legs and waits awkwardly with them a second until-
“Here,” she grabs them from him affectionately, and waves vaguely at his belt as she shoves them into a pocket, “go on, keep getting on with it!”
He does… Still obediently, oh God, “I haven’t got-“
She holds up the condom pocket triumphantly, just as he gets his boxers down low enough to actually pull his cock out.
“…You’re wonderful at times.”
“All times,” she corrects, leaning back against the wall and passing him the packet with as much politeness as Chris can muster in any situation (very little at all, he’s used to it by now), “admit it, you have to start calling me a goddess now.”
“I do not,” he says firmly, as he slides the condom on.
“Do too.”
“Stop saying that.”
UNPROMPTED: Next Monday Morning, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [4/4] [Spy]
Date: 2011-10-24 01:48 am (UTC)But then she’s biting down on his collarbone, and savagely tightening her leg around him, and he really can’t think of anything else.
They move a little faster than last time, a little less involved but still just as wonderful. He rocks up into her with one hand braced on the wall and one lightly gripping her hip, she arches down onto him with one heel digging into his back and the other scraping the ground with every thrust.
He swears against her mouth, sloppily meeting her lips with every move that they make.
She pants an even more inventive word right back, her nails scratching the back of his neck as she attempts to arch her hips even higher.
And he gasps, as she sinks hr teeth into his lower lip.
And she grunts, as his fingers tighten harshly on her hip…
And he comes a few moments before her, again, but continues lightly thrusting until she follows him. For he’s still vaguely nice – even if the universe believes in punching him in the face for that at every given opportunity.
It’s quite sad, really.
…He honestly has no clue what to do with the condom.
But still draws out anyway when she shoves gently at his shoulders, slowly slides back and removes the thing anyway. Tying it into an almost neat knot under her terribly amused eyes.
“Just throw it in the bin.”
“I’ll throw it in the first one I find.”
“There’s one over there.”
“The first appropriate one I find.”
“Appropriateness is a myth created by the scumbags in power to keep us under their gigantically repressive heel,” she smirks at his despairing expression for a moment, because she’ll always smirk at his despairing expression before doing it again, leans in for a rather inappropriate kiss before quickly pulling away-
He still manages to catch her wrist in a light grip before she goes, “underwear.”
“Aw…”
“Underwear,” he repeats, feeling almost pleased (and rather surprised) at the sudden authority that’s just burst into his voice.
…Authority enough for her to poutingly draw her underwear out from her pocket, at any rate, and slide them back on with a roll of her eyes and a smooth of her skirt that is somehow one of the most vicious acts of protest that he’s ever seen.
“…Thank you?”
“Don’t mention it,” she smiles, already starting to mysteriously grin once again…
But, before he can comment upon that, she’s already turning upon her heel. Already marching away fully clothed as he tucks himself in and draws in a happy sigh and blesses anybody listening for letting no further inappropriate things happen to him on a Monday morning in an extremely public shop-
And then he hears the shop doors click open.
“I just had sex, you’ll never do that!”
…And knows that he should never thank anybody, and should instead just skip the middle-man and start banging his head against the nearest flat surface that he can find.
Re: UNPROMPTED: Next Monday Morning, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [4/4] [Spy]
Date: 2011-10-24 09:52 am (UTC)And oh TIM - one day the universe will stop beating you up. Not soon, but one day :))))))
Re: UNPROMPTED: Next Monday Morning, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [4/4] [Spy]
Date: 2011-10-25 03:16 pm (UTC)Re: UNPROMPTED: Next Monday Morning, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [4/4] [Spy]
Date: 2011-10-24 01:49 pm (UTC)NEVER STOP WRITING TIM/FEM!CHRIS NEVER NEVER NEVER
Re: UNPROMPTED: Next Monday Morning, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [4/4] [Spy]
Date: 2011-10-25 03:17 pm (UTC)Re: UNPROMPTED: Next Monday Morning, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [4/4] [Spy]
Date: 2011-11-02 01:46 am (UTC)she tends to shove them at people and yell ‘touch my breasts!’ with an alarming amount of glee is just the best thing ever, actually quite a lot of it is the best thing ever. How Chris is still perfectly in character despite suddenly being a girl and Tim is perfect too. It's just wonderful!
Re: UNPROMPTED: Next Monday Morning, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [4/4] [Spy]
Date: 2011-11-03 05:38 pm (UTC)And I'm also pleased that you like that line, and think that they're both in character. <333 Thank you again for your lovely comment!