a kiss is worth a thousand...somethings

[mickeym]

And I need help getting my muse back in gear. So if you want a kiss (hee), drop me a comment. I'll take the first 10 (because I'm not always so great with the follow-through, dammit) requests. SPN, J2, DA and popslash only, please. So give me a pairing, and a short prompt (a word or two).

I won't get to these until tomorrow, because I have to (unfortunately) go to bed now. But kisses in the morning! Or at least at lunch time, work schedule permitting. :)

Comments

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

SPN - shiny, sharp

*bounces away*

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

The blade is sharp, glinting shiny-silver in the muted lamplight. Sam holds it up for Dean to see, then makes his first cut, a quick, thin slash across the pale canvas of his brother's chest.

Dean shudders out a breath and arches toward the kiss of the blade, pushes himself into it again and again. Each cut bleeds crimson, tiny droplets welling up slowly, painting the canvas brilliantly. Sam leans in to lick at the droplets, tongue chasing each one down so he can take some of Dean into himself. They're already blood, and they're already brothers, but this lends an bond, an intimacy, that nothing can breach.

Dean's mouth is swollen from biting when Sam raises himself up to kiss him, and he paints Dean's lips with his own blood; shares the heady, earthy flavor of life with him.