"Word Picture" Drabbles

[Cogito]

The silky material slithered over her hips and pooled at her feet. His lips were still tingling from that mind-blowing kiss, and now she was standing there. Completely naked.

His mind refused to process the thought. He licked suddenly dry lips, his eyes fixed on her firm, rounded, oh so delectable…

He wrenched his gaze away to look at her face. This wasn’t making sense. There was something wrong; he knew it. Her eyes were huge; she was practically panting. He opened his mouth, but then she stepped forward and touched him. In that moment, he forgot how to speak.

I'll be in my bunk.

[Distracted]

Ah, now that is the response I was going for. My work is done.

[Distracted]

This was rediculous on every level! Here she was trapped on this stinking disgusting ship where it's crew would as soon kill you as they would look at you. The only good thing she could think of at the moment was that the crew was incapacitated. Of course they were a short time away from being disintigrated soon. So here she was trapped in a dangerous place listening to her superior officers debated verious solutions. Who cared about debate now?! If they didn't do something soon they'd die anyway. The solution was right there, she knew it! Time to speak.

Hmmm. Female character. Hoshi, maybe? Is it the episode where she lost her shirt crawling through the ducts? Don't remember the name.

[WarpGirl]

Hoshi yes. But wrong episode I'm afraid. Remember she's trapped on a ship with a crew that would kill them. And it stinks.

[Distracted]

Stinky ship....

That Klingon ship, maybe? Lemme look it up...

"Sleeping Dogs"?

[WarpGirl]

Yep!

[Distracted]

Oh-tay! Yay!

Here's another really easy one. Gimme both characters and the scene.


He looked unusually solemn dressed in black. Meeting his eyes was the hardest thing she’d ever done. He’d said his words of support, but she didn’t believe them. She knew, somehow, how heinously difficult this was for him. She found it no easier, but self-denial was a daily ritual for her, a wound in her soul to which she had grown accustomed. Despite that, to leave him seemed an insurmountable task. Her own pain was nothing, but his pain injured her beyond measure. And yet she walked past him, the brush of her lips on his cheek her only compromise.

[WarpGirl]

Absolutely beautiful Dis in the interest of fairness I'll let someone else go. But "he" wasn't really wearing black. Just a technicality I noticed. But still and awesome job.

[Silverbullet]

Home the scene where T'Pol kisses Trip on the cheek as a booby prize and then marries Koss.

SB

[WarpGirl]

It was NOT a "booby prize" it was a lovely meaningful gesture. During an act of unselfish devotion.

You're up now I think.

[Silverbullet]

Up? Not none of me. I is a Dialogue tpe. Can't write discriptive no how.

Sb

[WarpGirl]

Then why did you guess???? You know the rules!

[Distracted]

Sigh. Anyone want to take SB's turn?

[WarpGirl]

Have to go to bed and TRY to sleep, because Meeting is in the morning. I can have one done by 1:30pm.

[Distracted]

Sounds good. Sleep well. Enjoy Meeting.