But you better not complain, boy

Managed to work on some more of that ficlet from the Federation Series I was working on yesterday. Then I got to writing more, and realized that it's so totally not part of the series. This is like.. post destruction of Vulcan and post break-up with Uhura. I have to make sure to write about the break-up in a way that is reasonable and manages not to vilify or demonize Uhura. I think I can mange it. Hopefully. Also, this isn't going to be anything happy and fluffy bunny. More like bordering on, if not fully living in the land of, creepy. And, for you, a snippet:

Bending his head, he places his lips against her neck and molds his body to her. When he feels guilt begin to surface in her, he gently bites down where her neck and shoulder meet and firmly places his hand between her thighs in a move he has learned is the quickest way to encourage her desire to override her conscience. While he admires her strong moral code, he cannot allow it to jeopardize what they have. As he sinks into her arousal, he can feel his body begin to respond and pulls her hips pulls her hips tighter against him.

As usual, for my other W.E.D. posts, check my writing:write every day tag.

Today's writing was an utter failure. I had to scrap everything I wrote. Apparently, I can't write anything happy unless it's total crack right now. Gr.

Today, I both wrote on my Chapel write up, and I did a little drabble. Well, 200 words. I don't usually write in present tense, but it just came out that way. It's Spillow, set in a slightly AU ending of season 6. Let me know what you all think!

They dance together to music only she can hear as the world burns around them. She isn't the first girl he's spun around in the ashes with, but she could be the last.

Bending low to her ear, he whispers that they should leave; there's nothing left for them here. It's not strictly a lie. Sure, the Watcher's still clinging to life somehow, but his girl went to town on the poor bastard and now no one would recognize him. Spike doubts he'd be much entertainment for the little witch anymore.

He's not sure what sent Willow off the deep end; he only knows that when she came back, she didn't come back all the way. Somewhere, deep in that soul he's not sure he really wanted, he aches for the good little girl he knew – the one who agonized over even bruising the feelings of a demon who had done his part to shorten her lifespan. However, high on the magic laced blood she freely offered, he finds it easy to ignore that small pain. After all, they have the world to conquer.

“Hey, now, what do you say we head to L.A. and drop in on some family?”

Again, today I wrote on my outline/essay/examination of Chapel in Star Trek TOS and TAS. You get no snippet, mwahahahha. Also, I'm backdating this because I'm a couple hours late posting. What can I say, I got caught up in the episodes. However, you do get a handy dandy table:

Today, I did two things for writing. I did a bit of a character being happy, or at least getting there. The other thing I did was start an episode by episode break down of Christine Chapel. Part of me just wants to see if I'm putting on blinders and refusing to see the pathetic character others do, or if her reputation is more than a bit undeserved. I'll be covering both TOS and TAS. I won't actually be able to cover the movies until I get them on DVD.

Basically, what that all means is that you get no snippet today. Mwahahaha.

In case anyone's interested, this was actually brought on by a few fics in which Chapel's the lovesick shrew, and then, finally, this discussion post at spock_chapel.

When I do get this finished, I will be posting here, in case you want to read it.

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Today, I wrote crack! It was fun, not really having to worry about being in character, or timelines, or anything. This is Star Trek, Reboot, implied orgy, nothing to do with any of my other writings. I offer you a small snippet:

Watching the Vulcan advancing on her, Christine began to realize that drawing his attention was not, perhaps, her best idea ever.

McCoy walked in as she was inspecting the area on her neck that Spock had assaulted with his hypo.

“He got you two as well?”

At their nods, he strode out of the bay muttering about space madness and alien pollens.

The rest, can be read the rest at my archive.

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This is totally backdated because I got distracted watching a movie and forgot to post. Unbeta'd, so here's a snippet. It's in the Empire Series, and it's from T'Pau's POV. So, no sex, but we do see that this Mirrorverse has been altered by Nero. Later, in the multi-chapter series, I'll even explain the circumstances behind Nero's trip through the wormhole! However, for now, a snippet from T'Pau:

Since before she was born, the Terrans had ruled over T'Pau's people without mercy. Vulcan, as a whole, had been absorbed into the Empire and there had seemed very little that could be done about it.

However, there were those behind the scenes, waiting for an opportunity to arise, a way to exploit a weakness in the Empire. Their patience was rewarded when one of the Imperial Fleet's own ships was attacked by what was later was revealed to be a Romulan vessel.

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I would have gotten more done, but there was re-writes, then posting to do. You know how it is. So, since this is incomplete, you get the snippet. Unbeta'd, so don't look to velvetwhip when it looks like crap.

Yes, this is still from my Empire series. And, this one is finally from Kirk's POV. Small warning, Kirk had a potty mouth. Bad Kirk!

It took a while for Kirk to figure out what his first officer was doing with their newest Head Nurse. With anyone else, the small touches would have been thoughtless gestures, but with Spock they obviously had a purpose. It wasn't until the Vulcan had stared straight into his eyes as Chapel slightly, and unconsciously, leaned into the touch that he knew for sure.

That fucking Vulcan bastard.

And, someone asked me how this series differs from the TOS mirrorverse enough to make it AOS. Just to let everyone know, that will be addressed.

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This is beta'd. Shocking, right? I happened to find my beta and force her to read over it before I posted. Pre-beta was too scary for words.

This takes place in AOS mirror!verse, and it's Chapel/Spock (my very first Star Trek OTP). Who knows, I may eventually expand on it. There's a whole big story waiting to be written about how he can be not physically interested to start with, but still be able to have sex with her. And, yes, I'm posting the whole thing. One day, I'll be back in my grove and able to write more than 100-200 snippets.

Since this could be a complete story in and of itself, a nice snippet, I'll give you the whole thing. I call it Sex and Other Tools.

It was like this every time.

Christine wasn't sure, at first, why he initiated anything if it wasn't something he physically wanted. When he'd taken her the first time, she had assumed it was a show of power; domination through sex. Still, what he had done was less like fucking than making love.

It wasn't until she caught Kirk staring at her one day, noticing Spock had seen it as well, that the words he always said as he sank into her every night began to make sense.

“If another were to touch you, this would cease.”

Her body on fire from his touches, both physical and mental, everything clicked into place.

She was a pawn he used against the captain, a way to show Kirk that his first officer was more than capable of taking something he wanted and keeping it for himself.

Oddly enough, it made it easier to just let go and enjoy. Power plays were something she could understand. That he did everything possible to addict her to his touch didn't really bother Christine. After all, there were far worse things he could do.

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Okay, I'm trying to get back into the groove, writing wise. In order to this, I've decided that I need to write something, anything, every day. In order to help keep me honest, I'm going to turn to you, my flist. I'll be posting either snippets, or all of what I write that day, depending on what it is I write. If you don't see something from me, hit me up!

What brought this on? My beta basically said "Girl, seriously, you're rusty as an old nail. Go back, read your old shit, you know, from when you were a decent writer. Also, practice, because your voice, rhythm and style are all fucked up."

Okay, she was much nicer about it. Even with the bleeding her red pen did over my work because it was that awful, she was still very nice about it. I love my beta!

I did write something yesterday, so I'm back-dating this. It's the edited version, since I had already sent it to my beta. The full deal won't get posted until I've got a couple of chapters, at least, of this story under my belt.

To that end, may I present, a snippet from the prologue:

After dying her hair blonde in a pathetic attempt at spontaneity and rebellion, she was at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. Starfleet hadn't been a choice, really; she had just decided to drive north until she ran out of patience or inspiration struck.

Inspiration, as it turned out, looked a lot like a Starfleet recruiter.