rest well, and dream of large women

ficlet originally posted to fall_for_sx, re-posted here for archiving purposes

Title: Moving Right Along
Author: aimeelicious
Rating: NC-17 for sex & language
Summary: A little post-Chosen Spike/Xander porn; wordcount 1,335.
Notes: Many thanks to the incomparable entrenous88 for the most valuable beta. Anything good here is a direct reflection of her influence, anything bad is mine alone. This will be cross-posted to my own journal just for memory/posterity purposes in a week or two.
Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to me. I am sad.

( Spike shed his duster, leaving it on the floor, and threw his messy shirt into the corner. Kicked off his boots too, and took a header onto the bed closest to the door, only rolling over when he remembered he was missing his chance to watch Harris strip. Unfortunately, the star of that show was down to his jeans already, just like Spike, so the best part was over. )

Title: Kilts & Killing Time (1/5)
Pairing: Oz/Xander
Rating: Adult
Summary: Past lives, warring clans in Scotland, forbidden kilt love, etc etc.
Warnings: Well, there might be char death of a sort. But not the kind you need to avoid the story for. Trust me here.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Any of them.

Prologue here

( Kilts & Killing Time - part 1 )

Please click here for fic notes and Chapter I, click here for Chapter II.

( Chapter III )

Herein lies the first chapter of my two-days late entry for the SchmangstFicAthon. It will be three chapters total, all coming out today.

( The request )

( The (brief) fic notes )

( Chapter I )

ETA: Chapter II is now up here.

ETA2: Chapter III is now up here.

Fic is complete. I have changed the title, but it's still the same story, just fyi. =)

Next up, a fic bit for paperk8, who requested Xander/Spike, sanguine or scurrilous.

( Homework )

Thanks for all the support and encouragement to continue this story. My contribution to the Yinathon:

Title: Grace
Pairing: Oz/Xander
Overall Rating: naughty to naughtier, I'd say.
Warnings: none, really. Post-Chosen, no planned mention of AtS season 5
Chapters 1-14: here
Gently beta'd by moosesal, but any and all mistakes are my own. And of course, no profit to be found here either.

A brief review of where we left off: Oz just confronted the person who broke into his house (and disturbed the post-coital glow), turning part-wolf to do it. Xander is worried. Paddy is at school.

( Chapter 15 )

I don't think many people on my flist read due South fic, but I'm posting it publicly anyway, just in case. This was originally written for moosesal's 30th birthday and posted in her surprise community hetforum. She introduced me to the show and we watched DVDs this past weekend, so the whole Fraser/Kowalski pairing is on my mind, but as with any first story, I have probably hit a few cliches and/or OOC moments, and it's rather fluffy in the end. My apologies in advance.

Title: Right and Good
Fandom: due South
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: whichever one means a twelve-year-old who isn't homophobic can read it
Spoilers: whole series, but nothing major
Warnings: off-screen injury
Status: Complete, but not beta'd.

( Right and Good )

I owe dancetomato fic for writing me a bio. She requested make-up (not eyeliner, fighting) Spander. I'm quite certain this is not as angsty OR as porny as she wanted, but the muse goes where she wills and if I try to wrestle her for control she runs away. So here it is. More than a drabble, less than a full-blown fic.

Title: Patsy Cline vs. The Clash
Author: aimeelicious
Pairing: S/X
Rating: 17+ for an eensy bit of sex at the end
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none; set in a nebulous post-series time frame

( clicky clicky )

Okay, here are the other two, for your reading pleasure. Yay, I got them all done in one day, it's a miracle!

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( for entrenous88, who requested Oz/Xander, late-night pancakes, minor chords )

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( for tabaqui, who requested Spike/Oz enjoying being not human and licorice whips )

So, randomly, I wrote an Orlando/Viggo RPS drabble. "Where did this come from", you say? "I have no idea", I reply. It might be kind of pretentious, with overblown language, but I'm putting it out there anyway.

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Axis

There wasn't much motion, just a slow and powerful rocking. Yet Orlando felt as though Earth itself had turned on its axis, making time itch to continue and the universe bigger than ever. The weight of everything carried in his heart lifted and flew away with each stroke, like paper on the wind.

He knew if he opened his eyes, he would see Viggo's tan and stoic face above him, staring, daring him to stop this pretense. But in the darkness behind his lids, Orlando could paint the stars wherever he wanted them, and watch until they all burned out.