I think entirely in drabbles and I spend most of my time when writing a fic trying to get the bits to connect smoothly without too many "woah, wasn't her leg over his shoulder? How did he manage to nibble her ear?"-moments.
For instance, for this to work, I think there needs to be two stories. The first is just Lucy/Jack where she brings him to her bedroom and has a bit of fun. That is going to be fairly boring Lucy/Jack, the only purpose is to have Jack perform oral on Lucy to know what she tastes like. The second story is Lucy/Master and Lucy/Jack, with the Master saying that great line to Jack (and yeah, having Jack say that line to the Master opens up an entirely different can of bunnies).
Drabble 1
Jack breathed in. The heavy smell of jasmine filled his head. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. The floor, however, wasn't. It was soft, a sharp contrast from the hard metal bench and grated floor he typically slept on. Jack rubbed his eyes, the metal chains clinking against each other, and looked around the room.
I've been in here before. The lighting was soft, supplied by many flickering candles. This is Lucy's room. He felt himself growing hard at the memories.
Drabble 2
The Master fell, spent beside Lucy. She turned on her side to face him, away from Jack's eyes. The curve of her ass was perfect, heart-shaped and smooth. Her skin glowed. Jack heard her whispering in her lover's ear but could not make out what. The Master stroked her hair and ran his hand down the side of her body. It lingered on her hips for a moment and then grabbed her as he pulled her close for a long kiss. With a sigh, the Master collapsed back into the bed and Lucy sat up. She turned to Jack.
"I hope that you enjoyed the show, Jack." She smiled and stood. She started walking towards him. "Because now, I get to play with you."
She took her time and Jack's eyes soaked in every inch of her. The bite marks on her neck and collarbones were darkening, as well as the bruise on her upper arms where the Master held her down. He saw the twinkle of sweat on her skin, the moistness at her groin and the trickle of something else down her leg. She was a used thing, and it stirred something in him that he could not explain.
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Date: 2007-08-28 10:11 pm (UTC)For instance, for this to work, I think there needs to be two stories. The first is just Lucy/Jack where she brings him to her bedroom and has a bit of fun. That is going to be fairly boring Lucy/Jack, the only purpose is to have Jack perform oral on Lucy to know what she tastes like. The second story is Lucy/Master and Lucy/Jack, with the Master saying that great line to Jack (and yeah, having Jack say that line to the Master opens up an entirely different can of bunnies).
Drabble 1
Jack breathed in. The heavy smell of jasmine filled his head. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. The floor, however, wasn't. It was soft, a sharp contrast from the hard metal bench and grated floor he typically slept on. Jack rubbed his eyes, the metal chains clinking against each other, and looked around the room.
I've been in here before. The lighting was soft, supplied by many flickering candles. This is Lucy's room. He felt himself growing hard at the memories.
Drabble 2
The Master fell, spent beside Lucy. She turned on her side to face him, away from Jack's eyes. The curve of her ass was perfect, heart-shaped and smooth. Her skin glowed. Jack heard her whispering in her lover's ear but could not make out what. The Master stroked her hair and ran his hand down the side of her body. It lingered on her hips for a moment and then grabbed her as he pulled her close for a long kiss. With a sigh, the Master collapsed back into the bed and Lucy sat up. She turned to Jack.
"I hope that you enjoyed the show, Jack." She smiled and stood. She started walking towards him. "Because now, I get to play with you."
She took her time and Jack's eyes soaked in every inch of her. The bite marks on her neck and collarbones were darkening, as well as the bruise on her upper arms where the Master held her down. He saw the twinkle of sweat on her skin, the moistness at her groin and the trickle of something else down her leg. She was a used thing, and it stirred something in him that he could not explain.