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Okay, you know what? SurveyFail is boggling me so massively that I think it is high time I did something about it. The thing is, though, that plenty of intelligent people who are much more qualified to talk about both the scientific and the sociological aspects than I am are already all over this, so I am entirely in favour but I don't have anything meaningfully original to contribute to the many ongoing threaded discussions.
But there is something I am qualified to do, as a member of fandom and as someone who is queer and female and really, really fucking tired of all the heteronormative and gender-essentialist and generally ignorant things that the survey-makers are saying (this is probably one of my favourite threads, and by favourite I mean I read slash is kind of the female equivalent of the straight male interest in transsexuals and my brain considered going into total meltdown). I am qualified to feel as normal and un-guilty about my sexuality as I damn well please, and because a lot of the time it collides with my fannishness anyway, I declare this a comment fic request post.
But this one is specifically for porny prompts. Let's resurrect the sexual trivia meme! Throw one of your kink bingo squares at me! Tell me to tie Fraser up again! (Why yes, I am being specific about that one. Although I'll tie someone else up if that's your bag.) Anything goes, though I do reserve the right to say "what, hah, no, I'm not going to write this thing, but if you want to, totally go for it." Let's hear it. :D
But there is something I am qualified to do, as a member of fandom and as someone who is queer and female and really, really fucking tired of all the heteronormative and gender-essentialist and generally ignorant things that the survey-makers are saying (this is probably one of my favourite threads, and by favourite I mean I read slash is kind of the female equivalent of the straight male interest in transsexuals and my brain considered going into total meltdown). I am qualified to feel as normal and un-guilty about my sexuality as I damn well please, and because a lot of the time it collides with my fannishness anyway, I declare this a comment fic request post.
But this one is specifically for porny prompts. Let's resurrect the sexual trivia meme! Throw one of your kink bingo squares at me! Tell me to tie Fraser up again! (Why yes, I am being specific about that one. Although I'll tie someone else up if that's your bag.) Anything goes, though I do reserve the right to say "what, hah, no, I'm not going to write this thing, but if you want to, totally go for it." Let's hear it. :D
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slash is kind of the female equivalent of the straight male interest in transsexuals
Oh. My. Fucking. God. My jaw literally dropped reading that, and then reading it in context, and then reading the 'researcher's' responses to the responses, and just...
Okay, Martha/Rose. With bondage, a bomb, cupcakes, or any of the above. (Pretty please? *big wide eyes*)
Martha/Rose, bondage, a bomb
"Shh!" Rose hissed, peering around the corner to see if any aliens were coming. "All right." She turned back to Martha, glanced nervously at the bomb ticking down placidly on the steel clasp holding Martha's wrists above her head. Martha decided now was probably not the best time to mention that her hands were tingling painfully as feeling drained out. "Right," Rose said again. "Know anything about diffusing bombs?"
"Hang on, I got this at UNIT basic," Martha replied, and tried to breathe normally. "Okay. Two wires?"
"Hang on," Rose said, and crouched down to crawl on top of Martha and peer upwards. Her breasts pressed softly against Martha's neck. Martha could feel her breathing. "Yeah, I got it. Two wires. There's a pink one and a purple one."
"Perfect," Martha groaned. "We only covered red and yellow at basic."
"Oh," Rose said, and went very still. The fabric of her blue jumper was soft against Martha's cheek. "So you're saying we've got a fifty-fifty on blowing up?"
"Yeah," Martha agreed.
"Okay," Rose said, only a bit shakily, and pulled off to give the quietly ticking bomb a look from another angle. "Six minutes and counting. Why would they have a ten minute timer on this thing anyway, instead of a ten-second one?"
"Don't complain," Martha said, laughing a little despite herself.
Rose glanced down and her mouth curved up in a smile. "I'm not," she said. "Reckon I should choose one in the last five seconds?"
"Last ten," Martha said, and took a shaky breath. "Rose -- you can go, you know. You might have time to -- to find someone who knows if it's the pink or the purple. And it raises your chances from fifty-fifty."
"Yeah, and it lowers yours, so shut up," Rose said, dropping down next to Martha again. "Look. We've got five minutes."
"Yeah, and --?" Martha started; Rose leaned forward and kissed her. It was just a soft press of lips, demanding nothing, asking everything: if Martha was all right, if this was okay, what it was Martha needed. Martha quivered for a moment with the new shock over the more mundane I'm-going-to-die adrenaline, and then she relaxed, relaxed and kissed Rose back, not just a press of lips but a real, we-might-be-about-to-die kiss.
"Oh thank God," Rose muttered, and then they were laughing into each other's mouths, still kissing, Rose getting her hands up under Martha's shirt and Martha wrapping a leg around Rose's torso to pull her closer. "I know this is mad," Rose added, between kisses, "I just --"
"Rose," Martha said. "I might die. You might die. Could we explain this after we're done not dying?"
"Right," Rose agreed, and that was it for talking. She didn't try to undress Martha -- no point -- but they carried on kissing, until Martha could hardly breathe, until she could feel her pulse beating rapidly in her bottom lip and in her toes and not at all in her fingertips. Rose more than made up for Martha's lack of hands, cupping Martha's breasts and caressing down her sides and rubbing the heel of her hand against the front of Martha's trousers, although she still didn't try to get any of the clothes out of the way, although she seemed to be trying to get Martha memorized, just in case, while the ticking in Martha's ears blurred and she started to shake, whimpering a little, pressing into Rose's hands.
"Time?" she made herself ask.
"Thirty seconds," Rose replied after a quick glance up; she kissed Martha again, deeply, the heel of her hand pressing down in a relentless counterpoint circle until Martha was almost mindless with it, and then she was gone. Martha gasped, one breath, two, three -- and Rose was back, grinning wildly, and without preamble undid Martha's trousers, slipped her fingers inside, and kissed Martha again.
Martha was not, in fact, entirely sure that the bomb hadn't gone off. It was only a few dazed seconds later that she figured out that her legs were trembling and that the explosion she'd seen was a result of her head thumping back quite hard against the concrete wall. "Oh my God," she said.
"Purple wire," Rose said, very knowledgably.
"I can't feel my hands," Martha said. At Rose's continuing grin, she rolled her eyes. "I can feel my toes, all right? It was good, it was wonderful, you just saved my life, but I still need my hands back."
"There's gratitude for you," Rose said, but she said it laughing, and in short order she'd untangled the bomb wires and freed Martha's hands from the clasp behind the bomb. Martha groaned and got only a little unsteadily to her feet, wincing at the renewed pins and needles. She tried to refasten her trousers, but her hands wouldn't cooperate, and after a moment Rose did it for her, so matter-of-factly that Martha couldn't mind.
"Right," Martha said. "Now let's go save the world."
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You mentioned there might be more to this? Please tell me there will definitely be more. I am staring all starry-eyed at the idea of Rose and Martha, defusing bombs and having rushed, we-could-die kisses, and determinedly saving the world.
This is awesome. You are awesome.
And I'll still be here, waiting patiently, if ever you should decide to add more.
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Anyway, yay, thank you! I am almost certain to write more one of these days.
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