Frak it! A writing meme.

[leigh57]

I was 100% not going to do this, but I'm home with a sick kid again, and I require brain diversion.

Stolen from lowriseflare, who is so much better at this than I am.

Pick a pairing from any fandom I know (24, SVU, Buffy/Angel, XF, BSG, and anything else you're aware I'm familiar with) and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you commentfic about the kiss that happened in that context.

I'll take the first seven (again, provided I know it well enough to write it), but I make no promises re: quality. I'm delirious!

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Ethan/Allison [Welcome Home]

[leigh57.livejournal.com]

“I’ve got it. Thank you.” Ethan grasped the brown leather briefcase, struggling to push aside the irritation that sharpened the edges of his words. Ever since the health ‘incident’ (He liked to think of it in air quotes, because he could practically see them whenever anyone brought up the event.), people were always appearing out of nowhere, picking up his bags, touching his arm, violating his personal space. On a standard day he shut his mouth (hard) and dealt with it (because they meant well), but it was eight a.m., he’d spent the last fourteen hours on a plane from Seoul, and what he wanted was a glass of bourbon and eight hours of sleep, not coddling from some aide so new Ethan could barely remember his name. Mick? Mike? Mack? He rubbed his finger over the smooth leather handle of his bag and took a deep breath, exhaling the transient animosity. He had to make it through this entire day (complete with a cabinet meeting at noon and what was sure to turn into a shouting war with the Joint Chiefs at two) before there was any chance of scoring bourbon and a pillow.

He stepped out the door of the plane into an assault of sunlight so bright he had to shield his eyes to see the stairs. Squinting, he noticed the president’s car idling a few yards away. He decided his eyes would have to cope and put his hand on the railing instead (he didn’t plan to trip in front of either Allison or the Noxzema-faced newbie). His own reflection shone in the tinted windows as he strode over and pulled open the car door.

“You made it.” Allison slipped off her glasses and looked up from the stack of papers on her lap. The back of the car smelled like her, a collision of lilac perfume and that weird cinnamon toothpaste she loved.

“Barely,” he muttered, reaching for his seat belt. “The North Koreans aren’t budging.” He slotted his briefcase into the space between his feet. “I’m worried if we push them harder at this point, they’ll walk. But if you want me to go back, I can talk to Jeff and put together a group-”

“Ethan.”

“Yes?”

“You told me all this on the phone half an hour ago. I’ve got a staff meeting as soon as we get back to the White House. Do you really want to talk shop for the whole drive?”

He grinned, shaking his head. “No.”

“Good.” She reached for his hand, her thumb running over the skin on his knuckles. “You look exhausted. Why don’t you ever nap? You were emailing me at 4 a.m.”

He squeezed her hand. “You know I can’t sleep on planes. Besides, what’s the new guy’s name? Mack?”

She laughed. “Mick.”

“Mick. I don’t think he’s human. Shannon says she’s heard he sleeps, but only rumors.”

“You’re doing it again.” She looked at him, her expression warm. Amused.

“Sorry.” He could hear the low hissing drone of news interrupted by occasional static that floated from the surrounding speakers. “I’m still getting used to-”

“Dating the president?” she asked, raising her eyebrow just a little.

“Yes.”

“Well, until we get out of the car, forget I’m the president.” She pressed her head back against the navy leather seat and fixed him with that expression that inevitably caused him to lose when they played cards.

“Okay.” He leaned forward (ignoring the hard edge of the seat belt that cut into his shoulder), and kissed her, sting of her cinnamon toothpaste on his lips. She put her hands on his cheeks, and magically he forgot that he’d been tired or irritated. He shot a glance at the driver, who remained stone-faced, staring at the motorcade car ahead. “Like that?” Ethan asked. He pulled her hand into his lap and wrapped both of his around it.

She smiled, her face flushed. “Exactly like that.” She squished herself into the corner of the car and rested one stocking-covered foot on his knee. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“So am I.” He wiggled the knot of his tie, looser. “What do you want for dinner?”

Re: Ethan/Allison [Welcome Home]

[roseandheather.livejournal.com]

Holy fuck. You are never escaping my Ethan/Allison prompts. Ever.

Ha. And you said I write them well. A bonfire might burn quite nicely, but who's going to care when there's a wildfire right next door?

Re: Ethan/Allison [Welcome Home]

[leigh57.livejournal.com]

Hehe! Well I'd create parameters if I were really worried about escaping. It probably does my brain good to write something that isn't Jack/Renee every now and then. I'm glad you liked it though. I know how rough it is to not have fic for a pairing you really love:)

Re: Ethan/Allison [Welcome Home]

[marinw.livejournal.com]

*Flails*

That was great.

Re: Ethan/Allison [Welcome Home]

[leigh57.livejournal.com]

Aw, thanks! Weirdly, writing them is growing on me. I think it's my desire to rehabilitate Allison. Maybe. That's my working theory. I'm glad you enjoyed it in any case:)

Re: Ethan/Allison [Welcome Home]

[adrenalin211.livejournal.com]

You know, this is so incredibly in character. I love Ethan's internal monologue, because I think this is so Ethan headspacey, right down to the bourbon and suitcase. And the Mike/Mick/Mack thing=hilarious.

I love how much she's just...trying to have a little bit of normalcy and he's so stressed and needs to vent, but she's just all... forget I'm the president. She just wants to be his girlfriend.

Only YOU can write Ethan and Allison and not make me kinda want to barf. They're sweet and mature and Allison's cheeks flush and I don't even think it's gross. So... you go. And she puts her feet in his knee and is just...trying to wind down. And he's like... finally getting the picture and thinking about dinner. Awesome job! I really enjoyed this.

Re: Ethan/Allison [Welcome Home]

[leigh57.livejournal.com]

Ethan is one of those people who writing has like, ahahaha -- it's made him grow on me! I think this is a completely true story. I always kinda loved him on the show (especially in S8, because holy shit -- he was one of the only people with morals left), and he and Allison definitely have chemistry, not that of course this makes me wish to write them knocking boots;)

BUT ANYWAY. All that is to say, thanks, and I'm glad it works for you even though wow, so totally not your pairing, or mine for that matter! Damn, I really need me some Bill/Karen in here.

Also, I do not possess a single icon with either Ethan or Allison in it. Huh.

Re: Ethan/Allison [Welcome Home]

[cybertoothtiger.livejournal.com]

This is AWESOME. I love your Allison and her glasses.

Re: Ethan/Allison [Welcome Home]

[leigh57.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it! Clearly not the first pairing that hops to my mind, but I truly did love him all the time and her until she went . . . mental. So in my happy AU land she just . . . didn't! Thanks:)