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Fic: Where Angels Fear To Tread (PG-13)
Sep. 7th, 2009 05:19 amTitle: Where Angels Fear To Tread
Pairing: Shatnoy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Obviously a massive lie.
Notes: This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
my_daroga, for Round 1 of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
trekrpfexchange. I wrote this as a pinch-hit, and I must say that, on glancing at it now, I'm not sure how exactly I thought it answered the prompt when I began it. *coughs delicately* It is intended to be a response to the second of my_daroga's prompts, which was long and multifaceted and fairly open-ended, and focused largely on Bill's ideas about sex and any dichotomy between his views and Leonard's, which this sort of does; but the prompt also honed in on things to do with Bill's sensuality and (possibly) food, which this really doesn't venture near. So I hope this is...adequate? I also wrote it very fast because that is what pinch-hitting requires, so I may come back to this later and attack it. This also got a bit influenced by Shatner being all needy during the recent Dragon*Con panel. Oh, Bill.
Warnings: It's the 60's, so I felt the need to bring in weed. God knows why. Subsequently, much of the rating is for language and drunken/stoned rambling.
Summary: No subject is out of bounds, somehow, when you're under enough influences. Even subjects like sex. And, potentially, gay sex.
( They're lying on Leonard's living room floor when it begins )
**
Ironically, I notice that this Bill is, experience-wise, kind of the polar opposite ofmy_daroga's Bill from the truly, stunningly excellent Wet Hot American Summer, which she wrote for me in this exchange and which I love like burning and have read more times than I can count, now. As you should all do.
Pairing: Shatnoy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Obviously a massive lie.
Notes: This is for
my_daroga, for Round 1 of trekrpfexchange. I wrote this as a pinch-hit, and I must say that, on glancing at it now, I'm not sure how exactly I thought it answered the prompt when I began it. *coughs delicately* It is intended to be a response to the second of my_daroga's prompts, which was long and multifaceted and fairly open-ended, and focused largely on Bill's ideas about sex and any dichotomy between his views and Leonard's, which this sort of does; but the prompt also honed in on things to do with Bill's sensuality and (possibly) food, which this really doesn't venture near. So I hope this is...adequate? I also wrote it very fast because that is what pinch-hitting requires, so I may come back to this later and attack it. This also got a bit influenced by Shatner being all needy during the recent Dragon*Con panel. Oh, Bill. Warnings: It's the 60's, so I felt the need to bring in weed. God knows why. Subsequently, much of the rating is for language and drunken/stoned rambling.
Summary: No subject is out of bounds, somehow, when you're under enough influences. Even subjects like sex. And, potentially, gay sex.
( They're lying on Leonard's living room floor when it begins )
**
Ironically, I notice that this Bill is, experience-wise, kind of the polar opposite of
my_daroga's Bill from the truly, stunningly excellent Wet Hot American Summer, which she wrote for me in this exchange and which I love like burning and have read more times than I can count, now. As you should all do.
