International Day of Femslash Drabbleganza!

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Welcome to the Femslash Drabbleganza, in celebration of International Day of Femslash 2011! The aim of the game is to write drabbles for any and all fandoms, with as many different femslash pairings as possible - in a chain in which each drabble must use one character from the pairing in the previous drabble, and one new character.

Tell me more?

* Each fandom will have a different thread. No worries if there's no thread for your fandom, just start one! The person who starts the thread gets to choose any femslash pairing.
* The next person in the thread should choose one character from the first pairing, and pair them with someone else for the next drabble
* The person after that should take the newest character from that drabble, and add yet another new character.

(For example, the drabbles could go: Sal/Tip; Tip/Queenie; Queenie/Eileen - but not Sal/Tip; Tip/Queenie; Tip/Susie. That way everyone gets a turn!)

Any other rules?

* Although this is technically a drabbleganza, any length is fine!
* If you're writing a drabble but someone else takes your spot, feel free to still post, but the chain continues with the first person to respond - any subsequent drabbles are dead-ends.
* Trigger warnings and ratings in headers, please!
* Tell your friends!

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DOCTOR WHO, Mel/River (PG)

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They met entirely by accident.

Mel was minding her own business in one of the sleazy space bars that Glitz liked to frequent. He was at the gambling tables. She had palmed some of his money and was having fun working out the equations behind the gaming machines that lined the walls by the bar.

Suddenly there was a cry of: 'the human woman with the big hair – get her!' - and before she knew it, Mel was being bundled out of her seat and away.

Two hours later, the door to her cell cracked open, and a woman sidled in, looking sheepish.

'I'm afraid there was a bit of a mix-up,' she said. 'Follow me, we have two minutes before they get the security system back online.'

Mel stared at her. 'And you are...?'

'River Song. Come on, quick.'

Mel followed her, since most things were better than a damp cell.

Perhaps she wouldn't have, if she'd known about the seven-headed thgnark, or the Cybermats, or the Living Spoons of Krang.

If she'd known about that thing River could do with her tongue, though, then she almost certainly would have.

STAR TREK, Jadzia/Leeta (Teen)

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Creating a duplicate of someone in the holosuite purely for the purposes of having sex with them was frowned upon, and most people would have been horrified to find themselves used in such a way.

Jadzia Dax was not most people.

In fact it had been her idea.

'You're a genius!' gasped Leeta, helplessly clutching the Jadzia who lay on top of her, with her mouth at Leeta's neck and her fingers inside her, while opposite them another Jadzia, half-dressed and bright-eyed, watched them and cried out at the touch of her own trembling fingers.

HARRY POTTER, Ginny/Luna (G)

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Ginny isn't quite sure what she'd expected her life after Hogwarts to look like. In fact, since she was about fourteen, she hadn't actually expected to have a life after Hogwarts at all, or at least, not one that didn't involve constant blood and fear and loss.

Harry and Ron and Hermione have been gone for a while, off seeing a bit of the Muggle world, learning how to relax, and how to be people again.

There are days when Ginny misses them so badly she can't breathe. When can still see herself settling down with Harry, getting a job, having children. Moving to a house where every room doesn't remind her of the people the war took from her.

There are other days when she can't imagine any one of them separate from the other two, and doesn't really want to try. They were always meant to be three, and are probably right now getting up to things that she really doesn't want to think about in relation to her brother, thank you very much.

There are days when she thinks that this is the day she'll get up and start the rest of her life, but doesn't quite know how to begin, and days when she helps her mother at the War Orphans Relocation Project and doesn't think about her own life at all.

And then there's the day that Luna turns up on her doorstep.

“I was thinking,” Luna says without waiting to be invited inside, “that I would like to have an adventure. Do you want come with me?”

Why not? Ginny takes only her wand, and leaves a note for her parents. She doesn't have any other plans that day.

They learn a little Mermish in an old smugglers cave just off the coast of Cornwall, and hunt for self-playing bagpipes in Edinburgh's undercity. They meet a clan of self-sufficient house elves who have set up a sanctuary near Newcastle, and ride a water horse in a lake in Snowdonia.

And it isn't until much later, after they've got bored with Britain for the time being, lying on her front on a patch of grass in Romania with her chin propped in her hands, listening to some of Charlie's dragons snorting softly in a paddock nearby, that Ginny looks down at Luna lying next to her and can't help but lean over and kiss her.

Luna looks back at her and smiles. “I thought you might do that.”

Ginny grins. “And what are you thinking now?”

Luna twines her arms around Ginny's neck and pulls her close. “That you might do it again.”

Ginny still doesn't really know what she wants from her life-after-Hogwarts, but this is definitely a good start.

STARGATE, Sam Carter/Elizabeth Weir (M)

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Lips and hands like a blessing; arms she could fall into, fall against, arms to hold her up or pin her down. Eyes that saw and desired her and expected nothing at all; blessing and strength. The taste of this woman and her cool, clean skin. Everything she wanted. Elizabeth tightened her grip on her sometime-lover's waist and breathed deep against the salt-tasting skin of her neck.

'You smell like Earth.'

Sam grinned and fisted her hand in Elizabeth's hair. 'I smell like a base full of jarheads and physicists.'

'No.' Elizabeth sighed at the pressure of a palm on her lower spine. 'Familiar and foreign and clean and – ah! – and new. Like –' Sam shifted her stance and Elizabeth's back came up against the door to her quarters. ' – home,' she cried, amplified by impact, by this pressure, this desire.

'Don't argue, Elizabeth.' Sam pinned her hands behind her, above her head. The way she loved; the way she'd always wanted. Her breath quickened, her mouth went dry. 'It's a bit much to argue with someone who's not really there.' Sam's knee hooked between her thighs, the way she loved, and she bucked into her sometime-lover's hips.

'Sam,' she whimpered, pinned to the door by one powerful hand as another snaked past the waistband of her trousers. 'God, yes, Sam, please, yes, I –'

'It's even sillier to beg a fantasy than it is to argue with her, you know.' Sam bucked her hips and her fingers slid deep and the heel of her hand crashed against Elizabeth's clit and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.

'You're here the only way that matters – oh, god, yes, there, yes – oh!' Her eyes closed and her back arched and she gave her weight and all the care of herself to Sam Carter, Sam and her hands and her strength and her uncanny Earth-smell.

'Don't slip, Elizabeth.' Sam's voice, guttural, intent, almost a growl, echoed the length of her spine and she gasped. 'Don't let yourself go. Don't believe me. I'm not here.'

Elizabeth whined, teeth tearing Sam's lips, grateful to the door and the hard press of Sam's body that held her where her own strength would not.

'You are, Sam – mmh – when you – oh! – when you kiss me, I taste you, and when you fuck me, I come.' Sam thrust hard against her at the word and she nearly choked. 'That's as real as I need.'

And at 'need,' Sam's teeth on her ear and Sam's hand bruising her wrists and Sam's fingers inside her and Sam's thumb on her clit crashed together and she came, hard, sliding down to gasp and shudder against the wall on the floor. Her breath evened out, slowly, and her heart settled down, and when she looked up at last from where she lay, Sam was gone.