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Title: The Fallen Snow
Pairing: Chris/ Steve
Rating/ Warnings: R
Words: 7.526

Notes: Christmassy and therefore late, but the story wanted and needed to be this long.
For momotastic. Because when asked for steamy sex scenes, I apparently deliver long ass stories with plot. Who knew.

( The snow was coming down steadily, unrelentingly, and even with the wipers going as fast as they could, Chris could not see far up the road ahead. He was leaning forward in his truck, staring through the bit of windshield that the wipers tried to clear, but it was snow, white road, snow, and hardly any use, so he slowed down some more, cussing at the weather and grateful that he only had four more miles to go. )

Shifting, Angel/ Lindsey, 1.128 words.

( Lindsey keeps himself upright when he’s in the same room with Angel, raising himself to his full height, chin slightly up as long as Angel is pacing and at least five steps away from him. Unless Angel steps closer, he allows himself to bounce slightly on his heels, momentarily raising himself up that way. But as soon as Angel crosses that invisible line, Lindsey bows his head automatically and stills.  )

Title: To Go
Word Count: 1,956
Pairing: J2
Summary: Jensen really only wanted his usual coffee...
Notes: Silme wanted a Starbucks!AU and I told her there would be no way in hell I'd be writing this. So here it is. I even topped her request by setting it during Christmas time. Hah! And since Jeff looks kinda cute in a red Starbucks apron, he's in this too. And yes, I'm that big a sap. Comments are ♥

( Jensen came in and shook the snowflakes out of his short hair. )

Title: Suit
Pairing: Chris/ Jared
Rating/ Warnings: PG
Words: 675
Notes: for silme711 ♥

( “I want to see you in a suit,“ Jared stated and Chris wasn’t even thrown by it. )

Title: Sweet and Slow
Pairing: Chris/ Steve
Rating/ Warnings: R
Words: 968

( He isn’t prepared for something like this, so the only thing Steve has around is baby oil. He doesn’t want to explain to Chris why he uses baby oil on his own skin, worse yet, why it is the kind that smells of camomile, so he closes the bottle again quickly, tossing it hard enough to the side that it bounces of the mattress, rolls off and lands with a dull sound. )

Title: Distracted
Pairing: Jared/ Jensen
Rating/ Warnings: PG
Words: 793

( Jensen liked to believe he wasn’t that slow on the uptake, but sometimes when life was busy, he tended to focus on other things and then whatever demanded his attention before he got distracted came back and hit him sideways. )

Old Glory, Supernatural, 3.316 words, Gen.



( Dean blinked against the low afternoon sun, gripping the steering wheel with both his hands, the car silent and his knuckles turning white. Something was wrong, but it was an itch he could not reach, something far off and only on the verge of knowing about it. It bothered Dean and he cursed under his breath. )

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Uncoil, Gen, 827 words.

( He walked up the stairs to the apartment they had rented in one of those dingy complexes that were three stories high and had a landlord you needed to pay by the week. It had a small kitchen, even with a cooker, and it had been a while since they had that, a true apartment for themselves, with a kitchen and a working shower and two rooms. )

( Halloween fic: Nightmares and Dreamscapes, Matt/ Mohinder, 833 words. )

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( Drabble: Regret, Matt/ Mohinder )

T.O.

12,467 words

This story started out as a Russell Crowe/ Alan Doyle detective AU set in Toronto (hence the title, which is a nickname for the city), but I think it turned out as a decent if cliché-d cop story. I didn't write enough about the case to call it a decent crime story, but there you go. It's one of those things I wrote mostly for myself, maybe that's why I love it as much.

Since 12,467 words seems to be too much for LJ, I'll post it in two parts.



( Part I: October had been uncharacteristically cold, and Alan found himself thankful for that. )