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Today's word is: refine

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[wishfics.livejournal.com]

Title: Lessons ( http://wishfics.livejournal.com/4437.html )
Fandom/original: Puchi Puri Yucie
Characters: Yucie (Arc/Yucie implications)
Rating: K / G
Word count: 460

[cazrolime.livejournal.com]

Title: Talent
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to NBC and Tim Kring.
Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 202
Spoilers: Just general Sylar spoilers.
Summary: People don’t recognise his talent.

( It’s a delicate job, whatever the mechanism. (http://community.livejournal.com/wordsofpictures/4626.html) )

[suckmyspock.livejournal.com]

Title: Change (http://community.livejournal.com/the_acid_quill/16039.html)
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Rating: PG13
Characters: Allan a Dale, Will Scarlett
Summary: Things have changed, and Allan is having trouble accepting that.
Notes: AU little ficlet taking place a long time after the series, minor spoilers.

Change (http://community.livejournal.com/the_acid_quill/16039.html).

[kinfae.livejournal.com]

Title: Refinement
Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Unnamed
Rating: PG
Word count: 697

http://kinfae.livejournal.com/426205.html

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Title: Gentleman (http://winterpolaris.livejournal.com/387320.html)
Fandom/original: RPF
Characters: Rob Pattinson/Katie Leung
Rating: G
Word count: 360

[(Anonymous)]

"Lets imagine, for a moment, that I actually could love you. That I could actually want you for 'you', that I could need you for 'who you are' and that I cared for you not because of the pleasure you give, but because of the love you say you have. We would still be, as I've said, up shit creek without a paddle."

"You're killing me, Rosie."

"You're letting me. You're allowing me, because your 'love' for me is little more than some latent desire to be destroyed, battered and bruiesed, by yet another woman." She sighed deeply, then turned on her heel to rummage the fridge for that last few pieces of fried chicken from dinner.

"I can't believe you think that's what you are to me, Rosebud-"

"Don't fucking go there with THAT name," she scoffed, plucking a fat golden piece of fried breast from the familiar red cardboard bucket, then delicately biting into the crackly skin with a loud crunch. "You haven't earned it yet, Bill. You haven't shown me you can handle that part of me yet, Billy boy."

"Please, don't mimic my mother. You know how much that thrills me, especially in the heat of the argument."

"Sick," she narrowed those catlike green eyes, licking a bit of salt from her upper lip before continuing, "perverted," teeth gnawed on another tender piece of chilled meat, "fucking mama's boy." She hopped up onto the counter, not bothering to cross her legs, the flesh pale and seemingly unable to soak up any healthy rays of sunlight.

"It was sarcasm, Rose..." Bill smiled and leaned against the refrigerator door, opposite Rosie, and drunk in her lithe limbs and hungry, beautiful mouth.

"You don't think I get that?" Blonde hair whipped around her face as she looked up in a flash, greasy hands wiped on those flimsy seafoam green shorts. "I get your sarcasm, but I also get your abnormal attachments to that nightmare you refer to as 'Mommy' at the age of 29."

"I don't think that's your problem. Your problem is, actually - since we're playing wannabe psychoanalyst this evening - that you get EVERYTHING. You... you understand everything, or almost everything, until there's no mystery left, and then you discard it without appreciating its mystery and value."

"My, how profound for a man who's just been dumped..." Iridescent jade eyes locked onto Bill's sweet brown ones, and as Rosie slowly raised her hand to wipe her mouth, Bill took a few steps forward.

She lept off the counter and let him cross the rest of the space between them.

"I won't let you dump me, Rosebud." That growly, husky whisper was murmured with his mouth pressed to her ear now, his right hand snaking around her waist as the left pushed her fine blonde locks from her face.

"Don't -"

"Don't call you Rosebud? Okay, I get it -"

"No, I mean, don't let me dump you."

Bill chuckled and responded by pressing his lips on hers, kissing her roughly, but stroking her skin gently, protectively. Rosie groaned and wrapped one slender leg around his waist, her signal that she was finally done fighting for the night.

"We're going to have to refine this seduction process a bit, you know that?"