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milievaSo instead of working on Tancho Base, like I should have been doing so I could get it finished and be able to work on the sequel to Absolution in earnest, I instead was broadsided by a fic I had been toying with for a month or so.
It decided it wanted my full attention, and I have given it just that so I can get it down and be done with it.
Therefore I must announce I have not only written Nine fic, I have written Nine fic of an adult nature. Therefore I am not entirely sure what to do with myself as I once said I couldn’t and would do it.
Oh well. I’ll live.
I thought I would share a bit here, just give you lot a taste. I’ll post it on my fic journal sometime later this week.
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“Do you remember why we were arrested in the first place?” he asked carefully.
Quite a bit had happened since then, but Rose thought she remembered correctly. They’d been enjoying themselves by sightseeing when Jack decided he wanted to hang back and cultivate a friendship with a rather attractive Fledon they’d met.
She and the Doctor had gone on to explore a fountain at a nearby temple. Everything had seemed fine until someone came up to speak with them.
“That priest asked if we were voisted,” Rose said slowly, trying out the word, not quite sure she’d said it properly. “And you told him we weren’t.”
“Should have lied, apparently.”
“So we were arrested because we weren’t voisted?” she asked. “What does that mean, anyway?”
“The voist is a ceremony practiced on this planet. Sort of a pre-marriage marriage of sorts,” he said slowly. “A way for two people to bond and test their relationship before the finality of marriage.”
“Okay… What does that have to do with the shackles not having locks on them?”
“Oh, didn’t I mention the best part?” he asked, his voice sharp with bitter sarcasm. “The shackles unfasten from sexual release.”
He let out a deep groan of annoyance, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall.
Rose’s eyes widened as she took in what he meant. It was then she really took notice of their garments. The robes they both wore were soft satin and almost transparent leaving very little to the imagination.
“Oh my God! We have to shag or die?”
Yes, I am guilty of fic clichés. You all should know that by now.
It decided it wanted my full attention, and I have given it just that so I can get it down and be done with it.
Therefore I must announce I have not only written Nine fic, I have written Nine fic of an adult nature. Therefore I am not entirely sure what to do with myself as I once said I couldn’t and would do it.
Oh well. I’ll live.
I thought I would share a bit here, just give you lot a taste. I’ll post it on my fic journal sometime later this week.
Only One Way Out: Preview
“Do you remember why we were arrested in the first place?” he asked carefully.
Quite a bit had happened since then, but Rose thought she remembered correctly. They’d been enjoying themselves by sightseeing when Jack decided he wanted to hang back and cultivate a friendship with a rather attractive Fledon they’d met.
She and the Doctor had gone on to explore a fountain at a nearby temple. Everything had seemed fine until someone came up to speak with them.
“That priest asked if we were voisted,” Rose said slowly, trying out the word, not quite sure she’d said it properly. “And you told him we weren’t.”
“Should have lied, apparently.”
“So we were arrested because we weren’t voisted?” she asked. “What does that mean, anyway?”
“The voist is a ceremony practiced on this planet. Sort of a pre-marriage marriage of sorts,” he said slowly. “A way for two people to bond and test their relationship before the finality of marriage.”
“Okay… What does that have to do with the shackles not having locks on them?”
“Oh, didn’t I mention the best part?” he asked, his voice sharp with bitter sarcasm. “The shackles unfasten from sexual release.”
He let out a deep groan of annoyance, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall.
Rose’s eyes widened as she took in what he meant. It was then she really took notice of their garments. The robes they both wore were soft satin and almost transparent leaving very little to the imagination.
“Oh my God! We have to shag or die?”
Yes, I am guilty of fic clichés. You all should know that by now.
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Date: 2010-08-30 04:06 pm (UTC)Might already think that but eh well. Can't wait to read :)
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Date: 2010-08-30 08:32 pm (UTC)It should be up soon. I think I may have the second half nearly written, and if that is the case, I will be posting it shortly. Just need to confer with someone on the rules of the ficathon I am submitting it to.
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Date: 2010-08-30 06:26 pm (UTC)Did you do it for the cookies? They gave you cookies, didn't they?
I once said I couldn’t and would do it
I have uttered these same words. Your fall from grace has struck terror into my very soul--"there but for the grace of God go--"
Aw, hell--Just go with it!
Looking forward to the rest... ;)
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Date: 2010-08-30 11:11 pm (UTC)This fic was the product of a comment one of my friends made to an entry I wrote a while back about thinking about writing Nine. She said she looked forward to sing my Nine smut and I just laughed at the time. That comment, however, kick started this fic into changing into what it is now.
The rest is now posted on my fic journal: http://community.livejournal.com/psynos/61657.html
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