I'm Going To Hell, Aren't I?

[fangrrl_squees]

The subject-line is entirely rhetorical, I assure you.

Didn't I once mention that Monday is free-smut day here on fangrrl_squees? *looks at clock* It's still Monday where I'm sitting...

So, what started off as a bit of good natured, sort of in-character, fun-poking on a pal's journal has turned into a completely torrid plotbunny.

For example:

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There was no getting around it. Jack was much stronger than he looked, and he wasn't about to let Owen go. Conceding defeat, Owen stopped struggling and awaited further developments.

Jack's growled Owen's ear. "As this seems to be the only way to get you to hold still and shut up for one goddamn second, I'm not going to apologize." He did, however, pull his hand away from Owen's mouth, thus heading off his incipient worries about suffocation.

Owen assessed the situation. He wasn't dressed for being slammed against walls, especially the rather dank walls of one of the Hub's many supply rooms. Jack, however, seemed determined to make him one with the concrete, which might not be so bad if the boss wasn't standing behind Owen and keeping him in place with a rather painful armlock.

"I've put up with a lot of shit from you, over time" Jack said in the very-level tone of the deeply pissed-off, "but you've been an even bigger asshole of late, and you're dragging the team down with you. That. Is not. Acceptable." Jack punctuated his words with a further twist on Owen's arm.

"And this is your idea of employee counseling is it?" Owen said through gritted teeth, even as he realized that this might not be the most opportune time for attitude...

...

and you can pretty much guess how things go from there.

Alas, I only have myself to blame for this, but I'll cheerfully blame moviegrrl too. She knows why.

It's barely even a plot bunny, but it's free to a good home to whoever wants it. I've had the scene play through my head three or four times now and, honestly, I don't think my meager slash skillz can do it justice.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to talk Andrea out of making gooey eyes at Jack. And Ianto. And Owen. This is what happens when the crossover bunnies of doooooom are unleashed on a quiet afternoon. (and sorry if you can't see the linked-to entry, that journal is a lot more restricted than this one. Suffice it to say that it's very, very silly)

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[ladykoori.livejournal.com]

I would just like to point out it is Tuesday in most of the world, so your smut free Monday could still work. :)