The WIP meme
Nov. 12th, 2009 05:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hypatia_82I've seen this done on a couple of other journals, and thought I'd try it out. Hopefully I'll finish all of them. So far I'm almost done with the first two. Comments, concrit and suggestions are encouraged and welcomed, especially since this is some of the first fic I've written for STxi and the first RPF I've done.
Post a paragraph from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one paragraph!
1:
He observes her during this time. Observes the way her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. The way she purses her lips when she pauses to contemplate something. The small frown that follows and the crooked, victorious smile when she finally resolves whatever she was pondering. The way the muscles in her throat flex when she sips at her drink, the peak of her tongue licking residual champagne off her lips. The muttered “thanks” when he orders her glass to be filled. The sound of her graceful fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard, almost in time to his increasing heartbeat.
2:
He bit down on his lower lip to silence the moan in his throat and opened his eyes. Her face was inches from his and he could feel her warm breath on his lips. She kissed him and ran her tongue over the abused lower lip before repeating her question. He simply nodded and tried telling himself repeatedly that grown men do not whimper.
3:
She gazes into hazel eyes gone almost clear, icy green with rage and maybe something else Fear? , and she doesn’t really hear his words. Her mind scrambles frantically for an emotion to hang on to. An emotion that doesn’t include panic or fear. That doesn’t lead to her breaking down in the middle of the room. In front of him . Her direct superior. Clad only in a damp towel.
4:
The first thing she became aware of was that her torso was moving slightly from side to side. Which did nothing to alleviate the wave of nausea that was the next thing to assault her senses. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Ah, that would explain the movement. The buzzing in the head fought for dominance with the ringing in her ears, and when a woman’s voice won the battle, she seriously thought her head would split open. “Miss! You need to wake up now. Come on!”
Post a paragraph from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one paragraph!
1:
He observes her during this time. Observes the way her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. The way she purses her lips when she pauses to contemplate something. The small frown that follows and the crooked, victorious smile when she finally resolves whatever she was pondering. The way the muscles in her throat flex when she sips at her drink, the peak of her tongue licking residual champagne off her lips. The muttered “thanks” when he orders her glass to be filled. The sound of her graceful fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard, almost in time to his increasing heartbeat.
2:
He bit down on his lower lip to silence the moan in his throat and opened his eyes. Her face was inches from his and he could feel her warm breath on his lips. She kissed him and ran her tongue over the abused lower lip before repeating her question. He simply nodded and tried telling himself repeatedly that grown men do not whimper.
3:
She gazes into hazel eyes gone almost clear, icy green with rage and maybe something else Fear? , and she doesn’t really hear his words. Her mind scrambles frantically for an emotion to hang on to. An emotion that doesn’t include panic or fear. That doesn’t lead to her breaking down in the middle of the room. In front of him . Her direct superior. Clad only in a damp towel.
4:
The first thing she became aware of was that her torso was moving slightly from side to side. Which did nothing to alleviate the wave of nausea that was the next thing to assault her senses. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Ah, that would explain the movement. The buzzing in the head fought for dominance with the ringing in her ears, and when a woman’s voice won the battle, she seriously thought her head would split open. “Miss! You need to wake up now. Come on!”
