So. I kind of have this idea for a porntastic tag to I Intend to Be Independently Blue in which Stiles and Derek are getting freaky up to a point, until Derek says they can't go 'all the way', because he's worried he'll wolf out in the afterglow. There are therefore a lot of scenes of Derek getting Stiles off on various surfaces, in an array of methods, but a lack of conventionally penetrative sex and no orgasms for Derek (at least in the vicinity of Stiles.)
"Stiles, you have to know this can't go any further."
"What? Why? Because you're afraid people will think you're a pedophile? Because, you should know, any learned person would think you're an ephebophile, and really that's not as frowned upo---"
"Because I don't know if I can stop myself from shifting."
"Dude, you think my sexskills are that poor? I know I've never been, or done, or, you know, experienced, but you came to me for research in the first place, so when it comes to people knowing things? You have to know I've been boning up. Pun totally intended."
[action] (Yes. Yes I do still do this, years and years after learning I shouldn't really block out my dialogue first and add action later. I still do. Dialogue will always come first for me.)
"You could be doing everything wrong and I'd still want every inch of you, but I'm thinking afterwards. After, Stiles. I'll be sated. Happy, with a slower heartbeat. What do you think might happen?"
"Oh God. You think you're gonna turn into Angelus, don't you?"
"If this is how you need to word it to make yourself understand, then yes. Yes, I do." [Derek knows he's been spending too much time with Stiles for his sentences to come out sounding more Phineas than Ferb. The very fact he can make that reference is evidence in itself.]
"So what you're telling me is; 'no sex for Stiles'."
"No sex for me, either."
"Pffft, you think I care about that? I emphatically do not."
"Stiles, I never said anything about not being able to get you off. I only said this can't go any further."
"So there will be sex? Just non-penetrative? I am okay with that. If you're fully willing to give yourself the blue balls of doom, then, please, by all means. Do not let me stop you."
"You're far more heartless than I've ever given you credit for being."
"You should be thankful I haven't given you a dog bowl."
"Never mind!" / "All the orgasms for Stiles!"
"Stop talking about yourself in the third person. It's creeping me out."
"It's creeping you out? Stiles Stilinski is creeping out Derek Hale? Wow. I feel like... like the sex version of the soup nazi. No orgasms for you!"
"Has it ever occurred to you that you watch entirely too much TV?"
I don't write sequels, generally. I just don't. The last time I did, only good things happened (Changes), but I... still, sometimes, part of me will wish I left never caught a glimpse alone. I don't know what it is? This weird notion I have of the integrity of a story? It's all bound up in my own neuroses.
I sort of really don't want to mess with a fic that I kind of adore with every fibre of my being. I love that Independently Blue is this weirdly ultra romantic fic that only ends with kissing. I love that it's kind of innocent and naive and adorable. So I don't --- I just don't want to subvert that. Even though part of me so clearly does, because I get dialogue like this, and mental images of nghh and everything. Because, clearly, clearly my brain is all "integrity in fiction, Loz? You deliberately wrote a blatant rip-off of Whedon. And made jokes about it in the story. Where is your integrity there?" I still don't want to write the inevitable porntastic tag, because that's all it would be, that's the only idea I have, and even if it wasn't, I just feel like this story is definitively done. Finished. It's exactly what I want as is and I don't want to fuck with that.
Except, of course, I still sort of do.
Reason(s) for not having written: A combination of "don't fix something that isn't broken" and lack of time (I have a conference, grammar homework and online training to do this week, next week I am back at school, bleugh.)