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  <title>aye aye captain</title>
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  <updated>2008-12-28T23:19:38Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jollyroger24:2459</id>
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    <title>jollyroger24 @ 2008-12-28T18:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-28T23:13:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-28T23:19:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: "Don't Call Me Baby, or There's Always Next Season"&lt;br /&gt;Paring: DT/CT&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Authors Notes: Because if David Tennant won’t marry me or John Simm, I wish he’d end up with Catherine Tate.  Thanks for the amazing beta job by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_starxd_sparrow' lj:user='starxd_sparrow' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://starxd-sparrow.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://starxd-sparrow.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;starxd_sparrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seasons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the third time since “let's try it this once,”and it’s the last time, it has to be. What started in the summer passed into the fall, and now it’s drifting into winter like a light snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month or two had passed since &lt;i&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/i&gt; finished filming before she saw him again over too much wine at dinner.  He’d been up to her place loads of times after they’d been out together, but nothing like that had ever happened.t was oppressively humid, and he took off his shirt without asking, she teased him about being skinny and tickled his belly until he captured her fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fingers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fingers circle round and round like an ice skater on a rink, over and over, a smooth glide. “More, more,” she says instead of ‘fuck me, please fuck me now.’ And he’s quick to accommodate, but in his own way.  Long slender fingers push inside with purpose, and curl into a repeating come-hither motion once they meet their destination. She reaches behind and grabs him through the soft denim jeans. “Oh, my, greedy tonight aren’t we?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs smugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to kill you if you don’t put your cock in me right now,”  she hisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He’s going to be the death of her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flips her onto her back and is kneeling between her bent legs in an instant.  He holds her knees apart. “Are you sure this is the &lt;i&gt;last time&lt;/i&gt;?” He asks, tilting his head sideways.  Catherine is happy to note the expression on his face could easily be described as greedy. He licks his lips, eyes traveling from pussy to breasts, to face.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Do you want our friendship to go back to normal or not?”  Her voice is a little more high pitched than she would like. He nods, but she can’t tell if it’s because he agrees or because he approves of the way his cock is slipping just past her lips and then back out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“David.” She slaps his hip to get his attention; he misunderstands and thrusts in balls-deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They're trying to take everything they can from each other before they get in too deep. He’s fucking her in a way that’s going to leave bruises. She doesn’t care because what’s going to hurt tomorrow feels so good right now.  He’s hard and she’s wet. It’s the perfect combination, feels like something magical instead of just …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Condom.” Some part of her brain is clinging to a vestige of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. She wonders if he can hear her over the sound of his own moaning. One would think between the two of them she would be the louder but alas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stops grinding back against him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His head pops up immediately. “What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's got to have some sense. “You need to put a condom on.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stares as if it’s the most shocking news he’s ever heard.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Catherine.” He sucks air between his teeth as he says it, slurring his words slightly.  “Do you know how wet and tight and hot you are?” His lips are against hers; he pulls her leg tighter around him. “Just let me stay like this a few moments longer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 minutes later&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, David.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Catherine.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just like that, just there. I’m going to...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You like that, baby?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby? She giggles against his collar bone and squeezes tightens around him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, my God!" He tilts his head back and screams at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,baby!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jollyroger24:1975</id>
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    <title>jollyroger24 @ 2008-08-09T13:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-09T17:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-10T23:00:10Z</updated>
    <category term="sytycd"/>
    <lj:music>so you think you can dance...dance...dance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Seson four of So You Think You&amp;nbsp;Can Dance&amp;nbsp;is over. I'm Happy Joshua won. Is it just me or does anyone else think that Mark, looks like David Tennant?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jollyroger24:1416</id>
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    <title>jollyroger24 @ 2008-07-16T18:26:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-16T22:27:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-16T22:28:10Z</updated>
    <category term="martha/rose"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Doctor Who is the fandom that keeps on giving. I keep discovering new and exciting parings. I love RPS fiction, Doctor/Master, and now my new love Martha/Rose. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jollyroger24:1090</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block</title>
    <published>2008-07-12T15:45:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-12T15:49:06Z</updated>
    <category term="writers block exercise"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Exercise-Put your body in that of an inanimate object. Choose one that already exists or make one up, and then describe yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I am pink and squishy and at least 7 iches long. I can make a woman feel good all day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I am a Doctor a Scholls’ foot pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think I was? Pervert. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jollyroger24:569</id>
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    <title>jollyroger24 @ 2008-05-11T07:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-11T11:34:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-11T11:34:48Z</updated>
    <category term="hello"/>
    <lj:music>beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to put a little something inside my journal. I can't stand the way a blank journal looks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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