Lame, but it's a fill. <3

Spinning to Nowhere

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For as long as she’s been working in NCIS, Ellie has never had a problem going to work. No matter how tired she is, how frustrating the case might be, she’s out of bed the second her alarm goes off, ready to start another day.

This morning is different.

This morning she turns off the alarm on her phone just like always. But instead of tossing aside the covers and standing up, she pulls them closer around her, closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

This morning, the arm that’s around her waist pulls her closer and she smiles into her pillow as she feels the warm skin of Nick’s chest against her back. He presses his lips against her shoulder blades as his hand slips lower and she sighs.

“I wish we didn’t have to get up,” she murmurs and Nick actually chuckles.

“You mean you’re considering playing hooky? Because of me? I’m shocked.”

He sounds more amused than anything and she rolls her eyes even though she knows he can’t see her. “Like you’re not thinking it too.”

He doesn’t deny it, his lips tracing a path down her neck. “Baby, far be it from me to leave the bed of a beautiful woman...”

Ellie arches against his, rolls in his arms and pulls him down to her, losing herself in the sensations he’s creating. Only for a moment though, then she pulls back.

Nick actually pouts. “Let me guess... work calls?”

She thinks about it for a second or two. “Well...” She draws the word out. “I guess being late for once won’t hurt...”

Nick doesn’t reply to that.

Then again, he doesn’t have to.

It’s weird because I now have a ship that has a chance of sailing. I don’t know what to do with that!!!

I am not sure that it has actually ever happened to me?!

If I located the magic lamp,
If I found the Genie,
If he gave me three wishes,
What would they be?

I think I would take some time.
I would think it all through.
And then when the time was right,
I know exactly what I would do.

Wish one would be for money,
But not in the usual way.
I have three jobs that I adore,
And I'd just wish that they would pay...

Not enough to make me rich,
Just enough so I could live,
Everything paid, enough for fun,
Travel, and plenty left over to give.

Wish two would be for time,
But again, not the usual way.
I would ask for time with friends
And joy to fill every day.

I would ask for skill to balance
Work and family and fun.
I would wish this and then get to work
As the joy of a balanced life begun.

Wish three would be one
To bring joy to a special guy.
With it, I'd give the Genie his freedom
And watch his delight as off he would fly.

Three wishes, each to bring joy,
Each with an unusual twist.
These are the things that I would wish for
If only it was true that I wished.

”I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.”

He collapses onto his back. Breathing still labored, sweating head to toe, basking in the moment. The feeling of Damn, that was great as if it was shining from his soul.

Faraday has one arm hanging off the bed and the other he drops to Vasquez’ equally sweaty and satisfied chest. He wants to turn his head and smile like a loon. He wants to see the same thing in Vasquez’ eyes, but it’s more like there will also be some sort of I told you so glittering there as well.

The childhood rhyme runs through his head. Praying to the stars for a wish as if that was where God would peak at you and grant something to a boy who never had a Pa.

The night he snuck out after his Ma had gone to sleep to meet a couple of kids down at the pond. They’d stripped down to naked and had splashed around. He vividly remembers swinging from a rope out over the water in the bright moonlight feeling free as he’d ever felt. And then too, he’d sprawled out without a stich on, exhausted and happy. Although in a much more innocent way. He’d wished on a star that night. Wished for More, just like this.

And years later when he’d convinced Martha to climb through her bedroom window. Taking her out to her father’s meadow. He’d been significantly more clothed, but pretty damn near as satisfied. Her pretty mouth doing sinful things to him so that she’d still be able to wear white to her wedding. Neither said they knew it wouldn’t be his wedding. More. Yeah, more like this.

He tilts his head toward the window. Saw that first star of the night. Sure, there were plenty of stars that had been shining for hours, but it was the first one he’s got a moment to appreciate.

Vasquez sighs deeply, the exhale breezing across Joshua’s neck as fingers spear between his own and hold his hand.

I wish for more. He smiles toward the night sky and whatever deity might be listening. I wish for more.

Edited at 2019-09-03 07:55 pm (UTC)

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!

"I wish like hell you wouldn't play that song," Jimmy grumbled as he sat and listened to his lover strum his guitar.

"What you going to do to stop me?" Desmond teased.

"Beat your ass," Jimmy quickly retorted.

"Bring it," Desmond said setting aside his guitar.

Jimmy didn't say a word, but launched himself at Desmond.

*&*

"There are easier ways to ask for sex," Jimmy pointed out as he rested his head on Desmond's chest.

"True," Desmond agreed. "Just not as satisfying."

"You are a true freak of nature, Richard," Jimmy said with a soft laugh.

"Love you too, Bogart," Desmond murmured getting the last word in.

Thanks.

Lol....

They are still in the stage of touch and forget everything but sex...lol

Yeah, James and Zayne would have fought until one of them gave in for make up sex.

I did a longish roleplay bit...that I've fit a lot of recent prompts in...(total of 1700+ words) so rather than try to fit it all here, I'll fill the snippets in where they go if that's okay :)
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“Still…” He had been silent until she joined him with the single bowl of spaghetti, adorned with some cheese she had grated, and two forks. “I wish things had gone differently…for you…for us…”

“Why? I’m here, aren’t I? I haven’t been scared off yet.” She knelt on the other side of the coffee table so that she could look at him, the bowl on the table between them. His hair was tousled, his skin flushed pink from the alcohol in his blood, and he looked a weary and rough around the edges, but it was a sexy, attractive roughness that she appreciated all the more as he slid off the sofa to sit on the floor too, back against the cushions, knees inches from hers. It would have been so easy to reach across and touch him…but that she would save for later.

Whatever danger John believed he presented to all of those in his life, she felt safe here.

“Maybe you should be…people around me get hurt…they die…”

There are kids who wish for more wishes. At one time, I was one of those kids. I thought the more wishes I had, the more stuff I would get and the happier I would be. Now that I’m grown up, my wishes have changed. I wish for more time. More time with family and friends, more time to do the things I love doing. Maybe it’s the grown up way of wishing for more wishes. I don’t need any more stuff. I just need time to fulfill all of my hopes and dreams and good health to be able to act on them.