cats_mother: (Danbw)
Title: Tower of Strength
Author: [personal profile] cats_mother
Fandom: Unnamed; any
Pairing: Unnamed; any
Summary: You want to cry; you want to scream. But there are Rules.
Rating: General
Notes: Written 6 August 2011; no prompt other than real life.



He folds and re-folds the letter in his hand. The creases are razor-sharp; it’s been opened, read and re-read, filed away then pulled back out again more times than he can number. He doesn’t know why. The words never change. They’re never going to change. This is what his world has become.

So small a thing, he thinks, to change so much: a cloud no bigger than a man’s hand, a shadow no larger than a dime. Tiny, barely detectable, and yet, at the same time, so huge that it eclipses his entire life. It is his whole life now: just him, and the thing that’s growing inside him.

A hand touches his shoulder. His partner, moving close, arms reaching around his chest, cheek nestling against his own.

“So,” a voice murmurs in his ear. “Now we know.” The arms tighten, as if to give comfort, reassurance; as if they could. He hears a deep breath, a catch in the throat, and then comes the inevitable question: “What now?”

For an insane moment, he thinks of telling the truth. I’m tired, he’ll say, I hurt, I just want to lie down and have it all be over. But you can’t say that. There are rules. You have to be cheerful. You have to be brave. Right up to the end, and maybe even beyond, you can never let them see how scared you are. The disease is yours, and so is the responsibility.

So he reaches back, takes his partner’s hand in his own, squeezes it reassuringly when he feels its slight tremor. Only one of them’s allowed to break down at any one time; they agreed that long ago.

This time it’s not going to be him.

“Now?” he says, his own voice calm and steady. “Now – we fight.”

***
cats_mother: (Danbw)
Title: Morning's Echo Says We've Sinned
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cats_mother
Fandoms: Sports Night/Dollhouse
Characters: Dan Rydell, Adelle DeWitt
Summary: Two strangers; one brief encounter. And nothing is as it seems to be be.
Rating/word count: PG-13; 3,570 words
Note: This follows on from the events in Make This Beggar a King and Too Late to Say You're Sorry.

Morning's Echo Says We've Sinned )
cats_mother: (Dansuit)
Title: Too Late to Say You're Sorry
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cats_mother
Fandoms: Sports Night/Dollhouse
Characters: Natalie Hurley, Dan Rydell, Isaac Jaffee
Summary: Nothing is the same any more.
Rating/word count: PG; 2,770 words
Notes: This follows on from the events in Make This Beggar a King. Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] lomedet for a marvellous beta job.

Too Late to Say You're Sorry )
cats_mother: (Danbw)
Title: Make This Beggar a King
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cats_mother
Fandoms: Sports Night/Dollhouse
Characters: Dan Rydell, Adelle DeWitt
Summary: Adelle DeWitt recruits a new Active.
Rating/word count: PG; 2,500 words

Make This Beggar a King )
cats_mother: (Cast)
Written for [livejournal.com profile] oxoniensis's porn battle January 2008; supposed grouping: Dana/Natalie/Jeremy (um, ew?!), prompt words: arrange, flower, wallpaper, whispered. I used them all, but not in any way the request was meant to go. I can't say this breaks my heart, as anyone who wanted those three in a relationship is unlikely to be a soulmate of mine.

*


Natalie tiptoed into the hotel room. "Jeremy," she whispered, "Are you asleep?"

Jeremy sighed. "Have you and Dana been drinking all evening, by any chance?"

"Never mind that." Natalie was rummaging around in the bathroom. "Can you move that flower arrangement off the table?"

"Why?" Jeremy asked. "Are you worried it might stain the wallpaper?"

"No," said Natalie. "Dana's found out that Dan and Casey are staying in the room next door. I thought if I put the water glass up against the wall, we can listen and find out if they're really fucking or not."

Jeremy dropped the vase.

***
cats_mother: (The Look of Love)
Everybody Needs a Bosom for a Pillow

Casey's always been a breast man. He loves the way they look: pale flesh, blue-veined, blushing at the tip; round, softly swelling, or small, upright and perky. He loves the feel of them in his hands, their weight, the tender brush of skin; their taste in his mouth, and their texture, how they yield beneath his tongue. He loves to lie, spent, his cheek cushioned by that bountiful softness.

Danny has no curves, only planes, angles, hardness; he doesn't like to have his nipples touched, squirms away, moves Casey's head downwards. That's all right, too.

That's better than all right.

***

Money shot

Jan. 15th, 2007 07:42 pm
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Scene from an A/U WiP, abridged version as posted to oxoniensis's porn battle:
If Casey and Dan were porn stars ...

cats_mother: (Default)
I'm just saying.