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cabinpres_fic ([personal profile] cabinpres_fic) wrote2012-05-29 05:28 am

Prompting Post V

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(updated 5 July)

Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.


FILLING GUIDELINES



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Fill: Layover

(Anonymous) 2012-06-12 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Is another fill okay? Here's another fill. *hides*

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“Martin, where are you going?”

Douglas looked up from his work of making one of the passenger seats comfortable enough to sleep in. Martin had emerged from the galley with his captain’s hat atop his head, straightening the lapels of his jacket.

“We’re not staying in a hotel tonight,” Douglas reminded him. “This trip is going to come in under budget; I am not paying Carolyn again.”

“I know,” Martin nodded. He gazed distractedly out of the open door as he tightened his tie. “I’d prefer not to pay her again too.”

“Then I ask again Sir, where are you going?”

Martin looked down at Douglas’ makeshift bed and gave his First Officer a small smile. “You’re a happily married man, so you can sleep in the plane. But I think a real bed would be more comfortable than a seat that barely reclines and a few blankets,” he shrugged. Martin checked the hat on his head and descended the airstairs out of the plane, calling back to an uncharacteristically quiet Douglas. “Good night Douglas. See you in the morning.”

Douglas was quick to doubt that it would be morning when Martin returned but, then again, he’d never seen the other man talk about chatting up a potential lover without turning into a stuttering whirlwind of words. A rogue thought crossed the sky god’s mind and he grabbed a pillow from the overhead compartment before settling into his seat with a bit of a sulk. Douglas Richardson was not, and would never be, envious of Martin Crieff.

-----

Martin walked into the pub and glanced around at the moderately sized crowd. Not seeing a familiar face, Martin checked his watch; he was a bit early so he made his way through the people and took a seat at the end of the bar. He ordered a pint and took his hat off, setting it down on the bar, before looking around again. He inspected each face carefully, worried that he might not recognize her or that he’d taken a wrong turn to the wrong pub. When the latest survey failed, he turned his attention to his beer.

The glass had just touched his lips when something hit him from behind, pushing Martin forward, causing beer to spill over his hand. A pair of arms wrapped around his neck and a familiar giggle sounded near his ear.

“Marty!”

Martin looked back at the smiling face leaning on his shoulder. “Please don’t call me that Lynette.”

“Why not?” she asked, pulling a pout. “Is it not becoming of an airline pilot? When did you outgrow ‘Marty’?”

“The second Simon and Caitlyn started calling me that.”

Lynette’s smile softened. It was ridiculous to think that Martin wouldn’t recognize her; she looked just as he remembered, the brighter, kinder version of his older sister. His folks had often joked that Lynette was Caitlyn’s ‘sunnier twin’ and he couldn’t help but agree. Lynette’s smile could light up a room while Caitlyn’s glower could darken anything from a day to a lifelong dream. Of course Martin never pointed this out when Caitlyn complained that all the chaps fancied Lynette instead of her.

“Martin it is then,” Lynette said with a nod. Her hand ran over his shoulders as she hopped down from the bottom rung of his stool and leaned against the bar to look at him. “How are you Martin? How is my favorite best friend’s little brother doing?”

“I’m your best friend’s only little brother,” he pointed out, sipping his beer.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re my favorite,” she laughed. Lynette knocked her elbow against Martin’s hat and she looked over her shoulder to see what it was. She scooped the hat up, turning it in her hands a few times before putting it on. “So what brings you to Venice Captain Crieff?”

“Cheese.”

“Cheese?” Lynette giggled.

Martin nodded. “The client hired us to fly twenty-five kilos of fresh asiago cheese to his event in London,” he explained. “As soon as the cheese is ready tomorrow, he wants it packed into GERTI and flown back as soon as possible.”

“Sounds like you’re really living your dream Martin,” Lynette smirked. “International cheese transporting pilot; they must be falling over each other to get to you in Fitton.”

“To get away from me is more like it,” Martin mumbled, taking another drink.

“So, no one?” she asked gently. Martin glanced down into his glass and shook his head. “Well, that’s good.”

“Good?” he questioned. “How is that good?”

“Means you’re free to do whatever you want,” she said with a shrug.

Lynette smiled up at him from under his captain’s hat, an inviting smile she only used when they were alone, one they’d kept a secret from Caitlyn for years. She inched towards him, weaving her arm under his and reaching out a hand to touch him. Her fingers brushed over his jacket before walking their way up his tie. Lynette closed her hand around his tie and Martin allowed himself to be pulled towards her until he was less than inches away from her sky blue eyes and rose tinted lips.

“And, and you?” he asked. “Is there anyone who’d care that I’m spending the night at yours?”

“No one at all,” she whispered.

Martin carded his hand through the soft hair at her nape and Lynette tugged on his tie; they both pulled the other towards them and Martin met Lynette in a kiss that was tentative but comfortably familiar. The hand on her neck and the press of his lips firmed as the tantalizing taste that was Lynette triggered memories that had long since been packed away. Packed away but not forgotten; every one had been carefully cataloged and stored so that they could be unboxed at a moment’s notice for just such an occasion.

When she smiles, kiss the corner of her mouth.

Tease with tongue (kissing); hold back until she protests, then proceed.

Rub behind her ears with thumbs. Note: doing both simultaneously will result in moaning.


Lynette moaned quietly into Martin’s mouth as his thumbs rubbed behind her ears, both hands buried in her wavy red hair. Her hands were fisted in his jacket, threatening to pull him off of his awkwardly twisted position on the stool. She pulled back from the kiss and stared at Martin with hungry eyes, trying to slow her heightened breathing.

“Martin, you are by far, the best kisser of the Crieff siblings.”

“Lynette,” he groaned, “can we not-”

“Sorry, sorry,” she apologized. Lynette held Martin’s face between her hands and offered him a kiss as penance. “When do you leave tomorrow?” she asked, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

“I have to be back at the airport by ten.”

“Then we’d better get going. You’re a pilot and it’s time to get you to bed.”

-----

Lynette fumbled with her keys outside her flat; it was incredibly difficult to find the right key, unlock, and open the door with Martin behind her, kissing and, dear God licking her neck. His arms were circled around her waist, fingers busy at unfastening the buttons on her jeans. He pulled down the zipper and slid his hand between her legs.

“Fucking hell,” she cursed. Lynette jammed the only key left into the lock and finally succeeded at opening the door.

They stumbled inside, arms and legs tangling together as she tried to turn to face him. Martin kicked the door shut behind him. He took the keys from her hands and tossed them blindly to the floor. Lynette worked at the buttons of his jacket, managing to push the garment off his shoulders as Martin fell to his knees. With most of the work already done, Martin grabbed a belt loop on either side and pulled her jeans down. He leaned in and darted his tongue at her, making Lynette squeal even though he’d barely touched her.

She stepped out of her jeans, leaving the denim forgotten on the floor and wrapping her legs around Martin’s waist as he gathered her in his arms. Lynette had to hold Martin’s captain’s hat on her head as she instinctually leaned back to give his mouth more access to her neck. She held a handful of red curls in her other hand for balance as he began to move.

“Right,” she hummed and Martin took them down the hallway to the right to her bedroom.

At the foot of her bed, Martin released her and Lynette slid down his body. She threw the tie over his shoulder and hurriedly undid the buttons of his shirt, following the work of her hands with her mouth. By the time she reached his waist, Martin had already taken care of his belt and trousers and they switched jobs; Martin shucked off his shirt and Lynette bent to pull down his trousers.

“Lyn,” Martin moaned as she nuzzled her face next to his cock.

He bit his lower lip and fisted his hands at his side, calling her name again as she took him into her mouth, the full sensation dulled by his pants. With just a hand and her mouth, Lynette freed Martin from his pants, pushing them to his feet, and gave his head a small lick.

“Lyn,” he groaned through gritted teeth.

She knew from experience that she could push him a little more; Lynette was searching for the level of desperation that warranted her full name. She took Martin’s bare cock into her mouth--just a few centimeters, not even the whole head--and lavished Martin with her tongue.

Lynette grinned a few seconds later when Martin growled, “Fuck Lynette!”

Martin yanked Lynette to her feet and pushed her back onto the bed. Martin’s hat fell over her face, obscuring her view of the pilot joining her in bed. Something cool draped over her thigh; Lynette pushed back the hat to see Martin’s tie, which they’d both neglected in haste, falling between her legs as he lowered himself to her body. Martin ran his hands up her sides and pushed up her shirt to expose her stomach. Lynette pulled it over her head, discarding her shirt, bra, and Martin’s hat onto the floor. He started in the middle and traveled up her body, using only his lips and his tongue to chart his course.

She was amazed by what he remembered; it’d been a few years since they’d seen each other, even longer since they’d had sex, but Martin still knew exactly where and how to touch her. He knew to run his hands through her hair when they kissed, knowing that she practically purred at the feel of his fingers on her scalp. He knew when and where he could be rougher, knowing that a well placed bite drove her mad. Martin also knew not to focus too sharply on any one pleasure, until she was begging him to do so, knowing that she liked to be teased and pushed; they were a bit alike in that sense.

Lynette would normally let Martin explore the entire expanse of her skin with his mouth until time ran out but the slide of his tie against her thigh was becoming unintentionally stimulating. She reached down for his neck, loosening the knot with a tug and pulling it over the confused look on Martin’s face. A smile pulled at his lips as she gave the tie a twirl around her finger. He moved back down her body, making Lynette giggle as his fingers ran over her skin, and stripped the last piece of clothing from her. She started to roll her eyes when Martin mimicked the playful twirl with her underwear but they fell closed as Martin darted his tongue between her legs.

“Martin,” she whined, trying to push her body closer to the warmth of his mouth. He answered with another tiny lick and Lynette groaned in frustration. “Martin, please.”

Martin must have also been growing impatient; he gave in to Lynette’s wishes after just one ‘please.’ She sighed when he circled his tongue around her clit. Lynette’s hands settled in Martin’s hair as he lapped at her clit, alternating between the flat of his tongue and the tip based on how loud she moaned and how hard she pulled on his curls.

“God, just fuck me Martin,” Lynette cried when she felt Martin’s finger slid inside her.

“Condom?”

“You know that.”

Martin chuckled and reached over the left side of the bed, easily finding a small latched box tucked under the bed frame.

“On your knees,” he said, tearing the wrapper open with his teeth.

Lynette rolled over and pushed herself up onto her elbows and knees. The hand on her back was the only warning before Martin thrust into her. He pulled her legs towards him, guiding the arc of her back with his hand before pulling out. His second thrust was perfect; Lynette buried her face in the bedding to muffle the volume of her satisfied cries.

Martin set a moderately quick pace and Lynette closed her eyes to everything but the sensation. She pushed back on her elbows, trying to keep their bodies angled together in the way that made every millimeter of Martin’s cock feel fucking fantastic. Traction was impossible to maintain as the sheets bunched and gave under their movements but Martin could coax her back into the right position with a stroke of his hand or pull of her hips. Communication between the two dissolved into a code of cries, moans, and whimpers they’d perfected over the years. She moaned and Martin’s grip on her tightened, pulling her body into the roll of his hips. Lynette whimpered and her hands twisted in the sheets as he quickened their pace, testing her limits with every thrust.

Martin growled and his steady rhythm deteriorated. His fingers dug into her skin and he snapped his hips forward a few final times before he came inside her, spouting nonsense as his orgasm overtook him. Lynette moaned Martin’s name as her body tensed and her limbs threatened to give out from under her. She gave in to her body’s complaints, melting into a puddle of well fucked bliss once Martin had stepped away from the bed.

He returned to bed, turning Lynette’s tired and satiated form on her side and settling in behind her. His arm draped over hers and their fingers twined together; Lynette brought his hand to her lips and kissed his fingers before curling the limb around her body.

“Thank God for cheese,” she chuckled as Martin dropped lazy kisses over her shoulder.

Martin smiled against her skin. “And Carolyn’s excessive cutbacks,” he added.

“And Captain Martin Crieff,” Lynette sighed contently.
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Re: Fill: Layover

[personal profile] kissmekatie 2012-06-12 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
*passes out* *revives* *reads again* *passes out*

oh god, this is so good. GOOD BOY, MARTIN!

Re: Fill: Layover

(Anonymous) 2012-06-15 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
*blushes*

I'm glad you liked it. Writing smut makes me so nervous.
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Re: Fill: Layover

[identity profile] lunard136.livejournal.com 2012-06-12 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Go Martin!
Very hot. I like the way he categorized his memories of how to please her. Very Martin, that. Lovely fill!

Re: Fill: Layover

(Anonymous) 2012-06-15 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks! Mental manuals is my head canon for how Martin thinks. (In hindsight, I sort of wish I wrote the smut from his POV, interlaced with more lines from his memories.)
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Re: Fill: Layover

[identity profile] lunard136.livejournal.com 2012-06-15 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
O_O
It's... never too late...

Re: Fill: Layover

(Anonymous) 2012-06-12 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't even like het, yet I feel like I need to take a very cold shower about now! *fans self*

Very nice!

Re: Fill: Layover

(Anonymous) 2012-06-15 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks for giving it a chance! *offers water*

Re: Fill: Layover

(Anonymous) 2012-07-18 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
OP

*checks calender* Oh dear. It's been over a month since you wrote this and I feel bad for not reading it sooner. Good job! I like the relationship you built around Lynnette and Martin and the sex was good. :)

Re: Fill: Layover

(Anonymous) 2012-08-03 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry about it, a little bit of smut never spoils. Glad you liked it! That's my weakness: I couldn't even write some smut without some backstory. ;)