Control: An Instant Star oneshot

Seriously. This one REALLY fails. I am such an awful writer! It’s so CORNY. I wrote this like last summer.

Control

Oneshot

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She moved to the music. He watched her silently from the doorway as she strummed her guitar. His lips quivered with both laughter and longing.

“Jude,” he said quietly. She stopped strumming and whirled around, her long red hair swirling around her face.

“Tommy,” she gasped, tripping on her guitar cord and falling on the ground.

“Are you okay?” he asked, biting his lip to hold back his laughter. She glared at him, setting her guitar aside and turning off the amp.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked, walking towards him.

“I came to see you,” he answered. She shook her head.

“No,” she mumbled, “you didn’t.”

“Where is everyone?” he asked, ignoring her previous statement.

“I’m alone.”

“Mmhm,” he answered, moving closer to her before taking a sharp left and pacing through the living room.

“Why are you here?” she asked again.

“I told you,” he said with his back to her, “I came to see you.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said, crossing her arms.

“You don’t have to,” he said, keeping his back to her and pretending to study the furniture.

“Tommy,” she said, rolling her eyes, “just go. Us being alone isn’t a good idea.”

“Why not?” he asked, finally turning back to look at her.

“We have a history,” she answered.

“Jude,” he said, moving towards her and not stopping until their bodies were just barely touching. She glared up at him.

“What?” she asked, trying to act angry.

“You know what.”

“Don’t do this again,” she growled, turning her back to him.

“Jude,” he said, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her back into him. She struggled in his grasp.

“Stop it,” she said, “I can’t handle this anymore.” He pulled away from her.

“I know how you feel about me, Jude,” he said, “I’ve known all along.”

“I know,” she screamed, throwing up her arms, “I’m just tired of you kissing me and then saying it doesn’t mean anything!”

“I love you, Jude,” he said, gazing into her eyes.

“No you don’t,” she said with a sigh, “you love the idea of me.”

“Jude.”

“Tommy.” He moved towards her again and she backed up.

“Stop,” she said when he got too close, placing her hands against his chest to hold him back.

“Why?” he asked, standing arms length away from her.

“You know why.” He bit his lip and stared down at her.

“Are you afraid?” he asked her. She looked away from him and stared at the wall. “Jude.”

“Tommy…” she sighed, “we really shouldn’t be all alone.”

“I know.” Tommy sighed, moving closer towards her.

“Go now.” Jude winced, staring at the ground.

“I can’t,” he admitted, “I need you, Jude.”

“Not now,” she answered, “wait.”

“I can’t,” he said, “not anymore.”

“If I mean anything to you,” she whispered, “you’ll wait.” He sighed in frustration and pulled away from her, turning his back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, walking towards the door.

“No,” she said, “I’m sorry.” Tommy turned and looked at her. Jude swallowed hard, seeing all the pent up desire in his eyes.

“Tommy…” she whispered and before she could stop herself she was already in his arms kissing him with all she had. He kissed her back, his heart pounding loudly in his ears, arms wrapping around her waist.

“I need you,” he said when he pulled back.

“I know,” she whispered, tilting her head back when he leaned down to kiss her neck. “I need you too.”

“Hey Jude,” someone called from the entry way. The two broke apart quickly, hearts pounding louder with fear.

“Mom,” Jude said, mustering her best innocent smile.

“What’s Tommy doing here?” her mother asked. Jude glanced at Tommy and shrugged.

“Just got here,” Tommy said, “came to tell Jude something important.”

“Oh?” her mother asked, “what?” Jude glared at Tommy.

“Yeah, Tom,” Jude mumbled, “what about?”

“Look at the time,” Tommy said, “I really should get going. It was nice talking to you Mrs. Harrison.”

“Always nice to see you, Tom.” Tommy walked quickly towards the door, opening it and with one apologetic glance back at Jude he was gone.

Jude sighed with relief.

“Thanks mom,” Jude whispered, climbing the stairs and going to her room, “I was afraid we’d lose control.”

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R&R

Hunger Games: Troll Attempt Plausible

She was waiting there in her way.  The same way she always waited for him to come by.  For Peeta to come by.  She knew today was the day and this was their moment.  The moment she had been waiting for.  She was so lonely and wanted everything Peeta had to offer.

His warmth, his strong embrace.  The one which had protected her all those nights in the cave and all those nights in her cabin when the nightmares came.  Peeta was so warm and inviting, much like the bread he made in his oven.

He walks by, blue eyes meeting hers and he smiles that smile he saves only for her and then he jumps on her in the middle of the street and…some stuff happens and………….

This is so OBVIOUSLY how SOMEONE I know would write a sexy story.  Let’s see if I can do any better :).

Hunger Games

I couldn’t contain the elation I felt upon seeing him again.  Seeing his beautiful blue eyes, his brilliant blonde hair.  I flung myself into his arms, not even questioning he might not be able to hold me due to his lower leg being amputated thanks to those abominable Hunger Games.  

As soon as I was in his arms, his legs buckled, but I could hear his laughter in my ears.  

“Oh Peeta,” I whispered, tears stinging in my eyes before rolling down my face freely.  He doesn’t answer in words, instead he grabs my waist firmly with one arm and strokes my hair with the other.  I feel so safe and happy I almost forget that we’re not the only people in the room.  

From behind us Haymitch clears his throat pointedly and my mother’s own throat clearing follows.  The two of us scramble up off the floor quickly and stand facing our small audience.  Although Haymitch and my mother seem displeased with us at first, it’s not long before they descend on Peeta, almost as glad to see him as I am.

Then just like that, almost in an instant it seems, Haymitch and my mother excuse themselves and give us some time to catch up or roam the ship.  Whatever we please to do, really.  I have a lot to tell Peeta and he obviously has a few things to tell me too.  However, when I meet his eyes I can tell that whatever we have to say can wait.

He gathers me into his arms again, hugging me, kissing me.  He’s holding me so tight I can barely breathe, not that I even care.  I don’t ever want him to let me go, I’m so scared he’ll disappear again.  Like he’s not permanent.  Like he’s a dream.

“There’s no cameras you know,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my ear and I flare my nostrils, growling a little in anger at his comment.  His kisses against my throat diffuse any anger he may have conjured however, as I feel myself relax against him again.

“I missed you,” I said, voice sort of strangled because he’s holding me so tightly, “God, Peeta, I missed you.” I kiss him again, tangling my fingers in his hair, holding his face, touching his chest.  I just want to feel every part of him, I want to make sure without a doubt that he’s real.  That this isn’t another one of those nightmares that plagues me.  The ones where he disappears and I’m left wanting.

“Don’t let me go,” I beg when it feels like he’s moving away from me.  I sound desperate and I can feel more tears spring to my eyes at the simple idea of his arms leaving their place around my waist, against my back…in my hair.  

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To finish? Probably not.

Star Wars: Zero Gravity (NSFW)

Pairing: Anakin/Padme 

Rating: M

Summary: A short zero grav smut drabble I wrote a few years ago.


They had been fighting when she followed him into his training chamber. She was a politician, a queen, he couldn’t expect her to be around more than she already was. He was always off on missions, it was difficult to be together. 

Inside the chamber, they continued their raised voices, Anakin was almost consumed by his emotions. He flipped the switch on the wall, removing the gravity from the chamber. 

“What are you doing?” She yelled, feeling her feet leave the ground, her skirt floating around her legs. Anakin grinned at her. 

“Sweeping you off your feet,” He says with a disarming grin. She glares at him.

“I’m still mad at you,” she says, crossing her arms as she floats helplessly through the air. But she couldn’t stop the smile that came as she watched Anakin float in zero gravity. 

“We don’t have time to be angry,” Anakin said, kicking off the wall and making his way towards her, flying through the room. They collided with one another and she yelped as he attempted to kiss her. 

His lips found hers easy enough and she laughed as they spun upside down, floating above the floor. He pulled her close to him, kisses becoming more passionate and insistent despite their laughter. 

Anakin tried desperately to keep the two of them together, his hands traveling across her back, and trying and failing to hike up her long skirt. For her part, Padme continued to laugh, but helped him by kicking away and slowly, whilst still spinning and flying in zero gravity, stripped off her clothing.

Anakin watched with interest as his wife struggled to remove her layers of skirts, shirts, and a variety of other things before she stared at him with a coy smile clad in nothing but her undergarments.

“You’re still clothed,” Padme said, sounding disappointed.  There were so few times she and Anakin got to enjoy each other like this.  She laughed when Anakin began to hastily strip his clothing off as well, turning every which direction as he tried to remove his boots.  

When he was naked before her, she eyed his body appreciatively.  Years of Jedi training had made him muscular and toned.  He watched her with a combination of lust and adoration in his eyes and she removed her last two garments, letting them float around them amongst the heap of other clothing.

Anakin held up his hand then, pulling Padme towards him.  Her body felt warm, her skin covered in goosebumps, and she could feel herself moving through space.  So there were other uses for The Force.  She smirked wickedly as he pressed his body against hers.

She lay her head against his chest, bringing her legs up to wrap around his waist.  She was closer to him than she had been previously, and neither were spinning.  She could still feel the power of the force over her, gently, but still present.  She supposed this was the only way they could do this without incident.  

He held her to him, his hands stroking over her ass and legs as she locked her ankles behind him.  Her body felt so lightweight and free, it was almost strange.

He slid into her with ease, and she felt the push and pull of his ability.  She felt like the tide, caught between Anakin and The Force as he made love to her.  He used one of his hands to pull her head back from his chest, pressing his lips to hers.

She felt lost in the sensations of him, of floating, of being pulled against his body.  He was sweating, moaning against her mouth, while she stayed still for him, her moans coming out in short pants of breath as he kissed her.

“Close,” he whispers to her and she’s so lost in the feeling of him she almost doesn’t recognize what the meaning of that word is.  She moves one of her hands from the back of his neck down her stomach and strokes herself so she can come with him.

And she does, body trembling and jerking as he moans her name against her throat.  Her body feels warm, boneless, and sated as he empties himself inside of her.  And she kisses him, short and chase as he comes down from his orgasm, her walls still fluttering around him from the aftershocks of her own.

“I love you,” he says against her lips.  She doesn’t even remember what they were fighting about.