urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alpha_bettybettybettybetty2007-02-10T23:26:41Zurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alpha_betty:987Strawberry Fields Forever2007-02-10T23:26:41Z2007-02-10T23:26:41Z<b>Originally posted to <span class='ljuser ljuser-name_slash100' lj:user='slash100' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://community.livejournal.com/slash100/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://community.livejournal.com/slash100/'><b>slash100</b></a></span></b><br /><br />Title: Strawberry Fields Forever<br />Fandom: CSI<br />Pairing: Nick/Greg<br />Rating: 12<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br /><br />“Okay... close your eyes, lie back and open your mouth,” Nick drawled, and Greg did so, suspiciously.<br /><br />“You’re not going to violate me, are you?” he questioned, with one eye half open.<br /><br />“Only if you want me to. Hah. Close your eyes!” <br /><br />Both CSIs were reclined in the shade of a tree, with a small picnic. They hardly ever had the same shift off, and Nick wanted to make the most of it. He reached into the hamper, and pulled out the strawberry punnet, chose the juiciest, and placed it on Greg’s waiting lips.<br /><br />“Now, lick it”.urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alpha_betty:538A Boy Named Sue2007-02-10T22:23:46Z2007-02-10T22:24:10Z<b>Originally in <span class='ljuser ljuser-name_csi100' lj:user='csi100' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://community.livejournal.com/csi100/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://community.livejournal.com/csi100/'><b>csi100</b></a></span></b><br /><br />A Boy Named Sue<br />Rating: U<br />Characters: Nick Stokes<br />Spoilers: None<br />Prompt: Johnny Cash<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />It had been a long, hot day in Las Vegas, and Nick Stokes was TIRED. Most people, when they are tired, will go home, have a nice long shower, and relax in front of the television, get an early night. Not our Nicky, though. He gets in his car, switches on the radio and finds a song he can shout the words to. He doesn’t care what it is, as long as it’ll wake him up, get his blood pumping. Ah, here we are... adjust it a little, and... “I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue".