Song Prompt!

[scarylady]

Anyone up for a Prompt?  I'm listening to this right now, and it strikes me as a fantastic prompt for you lewd lot.

Multiple responses welcome, ofc.

Prompt:  Why Can't I Touch It?  (Buzzcocks)   [It could have been worse btw, it could have been Orgasm Addict...]
Mood:   Sexy and/or Mischievous.

Bonus for the complete avoidance of Player Character Wardens.

Comments

[miri1984]

Oh hell, this just reeks of Alistair or Cullen in the Chantry...

[scarylady]

Go for it!

[miri1984]

Trying now.

[cave_fatuam]

I promise I have a better Zevran one in the works, but this wouldn't die, so have it in a comment.
Poor ickle Al.

[scarylady]

Aw, his cross little face on number 3. :D

[cave_fatuam]

Tiny + pissed off angry = adorable

[twist_shimmy]

Oh, I am so pleased. :D

[cave_fatuam]

Poor things can't even enjoy themselves. :3

[scarylady]

Setting fire to the rulebook would be a pleasurable start.

[cave_fatuam]

And those robes too. Big naked pile! Show that Chantry who's boss! Woohoo!

[sorchar]

Awwww

[cave_fatuam]

Thankie. ^_^

[onemorealtmer]

Eeheeheehee cute. XD

[cave_fatuam]

Lil' Al, he's a cutie-pie.

[zillah975]

Oh, la, now I'm seeing Zevran/Alistair and giggling.

[scarylady]

Write it! (or draw if that's your thang)

[twist_shimmy]

*munches dry cereal, ponders drabble*

[scarylady]

*drinks Southern Comfort, waits for drabble* :)

Well, at least my brain is SOMEWHAT functional.

[twist_shimmy]

“Alistair, how many times do I have to tell you to keep your hands off until I'm finished?”

He looked up, expecting to see angry blue eyes glowering down at him again, and was blindsided by her full lips pouting at him instead.

Maker's breath.

“But why can't I touch it? I'm worried!”

She shook her head and brandished the scissors in her main hand. “What if I cut you? Keep your hands in your lap and out of your hair!”

Alistair sulked and continued sitting while Leliana leaned back in and resumed his trim. Just when he began to wonder if he would have any hair left, he heard her giggle. “Stay still. We need a towel, and some soaps and hair creams!”

“We do? No, we don't!” He buried his face in his hands as she scampered for her tent. “Why does no one believe me when I tell them my hair does this naturally? It's a cowlick!”

Zevran smiled at him over the fire. “Few people are blessed with self-styling hair, my friend.”

“I can't even remember how I got roped into this. One moment I'm brushing my bangs out of my eyes after a bath and next thing I know she's got her fingers in my hair and my shirt's off.”

The elf laughed. “She has you right where she wants you. She has mastered you with her wiles, truly.”

“What? Wiles? No, there were no wiles! There were just eyes and lips and voice and fingers in my hair.” He frowned at Zevran. “How does it look?”

He rose and moved to sit beside Alistair at the fire, leaning in close and inspecting Leliana's handiwork. “She is not bad, I'll admit.” Fingers slid up the back of Alistair's neck, and he suppressed a shiver. “Everything is clean and even, and she's done wonders for how shaggy you'd gotten over the ears.”

Alistair cleared his throat. “Ah, Zev....”

The elf buried his fingers in Alistair's fluffy bangs. “How is it that you keep your hair so soft, but with such volume?” His hands were seized and plunged into the hair behind Zevran's ear. “See? Mine is as soft, yes, but just falls along my neck and jaw.”

“Y-yes, so it does.” Alistair petted it politely and drew his hand away. The elf's fingers merely buried more insistently into Alistair's hair in response.

“Zevran!”

The boys turned and saw Leliana standing nearby, one hand on a hip. “Hands off!”

Full lips curved into a smirk too close to Alistair's cheek for comfort. “You are too cruel. Why can't I touch it?”

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[elysium_fic]

Oh my. Did it just get really really hot in here?

Whew!

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[scarylady]

It's definitely getting hot in here; I've been writing Restraint for the last couple of hours. And may I say that Zev and Alistair are being a bloody nuisance. They aren't doing anything I expected them to.

Pesky blokes.

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[elysium_fic]

I understand that all too well.

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[scarylady]

Aaah, naughty Zev!

"petted it politely" was perfect!

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[twist_shimmy]

"Niiiiiice elf. Goooood elf. Down boy?"

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[scarylady]

It's like facing a lion. if I move really slowly, and carefully, maybe he won't leap on me.

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[onemorealtmer]

Heeheehee. :D

(Somewhere in the world, darkrose's hair stylist sim!Zev is taking notes.)

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[aroihkin]

*_*

Hahaha, opportunistic Zevran. <3

[cave_fatuam]

I fail, but it is Zevran at least...
http://peopleofthedas.dreamwidth.org/34505.html

Why Alistair Wasn't in Flemeth's Hut

[onemorealtmer]

As soon as Alistair was conscious, he was fidgety. Flemeth humored him for a few moments, but got bored with giving non-answers to his many questions, and having decided she was not going to rape the boy and then eat him - or whatever it was she did with them afterward - she left Morrigan to entertain him.

Morrigan was in no mood to entertain, and if she had been, Alistair would not have been her choice. It was in the back of her mind that like so many mother-predators, Flemeth might be thinking of this as a bit of wounded prey she'd brought home for her daughter to finish off, and the thought that she was supposed to rape and eat him made her ill.

In response to her silence, Alistair began wandering around the little space, looking at things. Picking them up. The empty cup on the table, a cleaning rag not put away. "Stop that," she said. "They are not your things."

"I can't help it," he mumbled. "I have to do something." She had to slap his hand away from picking up the tea kettle. "What? Why can't I touch it?"

"Because... you... will queer the energy!"

"Of hot water?"

"Of everything. Keep your sweaty Templar hands off of everything."

He raised his eyebrows at her. "You just swatted my sweaty Templar hand. Are my Templar powers creeping up your arm now? Or does the freakish glove-sleeve thing protect you from things like that?"

"Sadly, it does not seem to protect me from the talking." Perhaps she could skip the rape and go straight to the eating. Perhaps that would be all right after all. -No, no. If Flemeth wanted her to start down that path, she could bring it up directly so they could have a proper fight about it.

"I'd think you didn't get very much talking out here," he was musing. "I don't suppose many people stop by at the Witch of the Wilds' swamp hut for biscuits and a chat. It's easier than you think! First you make some tea." He gestured gamely back at the kettle.

"Get out," she growled. "Fresh air. So healthy. Go."

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[scarylady]

Excellent! I chuckled all the way through, and it was such an unusual bit of the story to choose.

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[onemorealtmer]

It's a refreshing change from wanting to punch Haven in the face. (I HATE filling in bits in sequence. Worst thing about completing Tan/Zev.)

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[twist_shimmy]

*giggling*

Bah! I say!

[cave_fatuam]

Have your poorly drawn smut...

Dude, Zevran might be spending too much time with Alistair. Just sayin'.