Amal Nahurriyeh

Title: Ravish Me
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh (amalnahurriyeh/amalnahurriyeh)
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Summary: Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Rating: NC-17 (enough UST to explode a building; also some sex)
Warnings: None.
Timeline/Spoilers: Through 2.01
Disclaimer: Intellectual property is a capitalist fiction designed to oppress the working fic-writer. That said, I don't own them either.

A/N: Written from a prompt by amyhit, who wanted a fic about John having to cope with Sherlock wearing lipstick. I don't know precisely how I ended up writing ten thousand words for this prompt, but I do know that I enjoyed the process. Thanks to cityesm for the beta, Britpick, consultation about varieties of coffee cup lids, and making fun of me on tumblr by tagging this gif set with my name. Thanks also to my flist in general for being very helpful in telling me things about where makeup comes from in the UK, and my wife, leigh_nahurriyeh, for helping me choose the perfect prop for the last scene.

Oh, and, uh, people who are regular readers of my fic? This is, um, the tiniest bit dirtier than I usually write. Just, er, be forewarned.

Also available on the AO3.

( I don't know why you insist on asking for confirmation of your senses. )

Said to my wife while we both lay in bed reading fic:

Amal: I hate when the tags on a fic are just a list of sexual acts. I don't care HOW they fuck. I just care a) that they fuck, and b) that there are ~~feelings.~~

Title: Plans
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh, amalnahurriyeh/amalnahurriyeh, amalnahurriyeh at gmail dot com
Summary: "I'm meeting my friend for dinner, remember? In Georgetown."
Pairing: MSR.
Rating: NC-17 (banter, fucking)
Warnings: None.
Angst-level: Zilch.
Timeline/Spoilers: Canon tells me s7. Okay, then.

Notes: written for The Eleventh Porn Battle, prompts office, sofa, explanation, her beautiful skin.

Link to the fic over there. Clicky clicky.

So, I have like a millionty things I should post about. However, I wanted to make sure people know that Ye Olde Original Pornbattle is happening, Sunday through Thursday of this coming week. You can follow it here on LJ or here on DW; hint, the DW character count for a comment is much, much longer than on LJ, so you can fit longer stories into comments.

(Among my nefarious reasons for promoting this is that I kind of want there to be energy to run another round of xf_pornbattle at some point in the future. Because I'm, you know, Like That.)

Although prompts just closed, therefore the list isn't up, in the interest of nudging folks onward I've compiled all the posts with X-Files prompts. There's a lot of MSR, some other ships, and a ton of crossovers, most of which, interestingly enough, seem to be Scullyslash of various types.

( prompt links under the cut )

I'm really excited to see so many XF prompts, especially since it seems like are so few active (and especially monofannish) XF fans these days. But, you know, ur-fandom of the internet, yadda yadda yadda, we will always be in everyone's hearts, blah blah blah, our protagonists are the sexiest characters in the history of television, you know what I mean. Go write some porn.

(And I'm mentally committing to myself that I'll do everything in my power to write something for this round. Even though I'm on vacation with my in-laws, which, in case you were curious, is not so conducive to pornifying. The goal is at least something MSR, and, then maybe a crossover if I can manage it. I thought I'd gotten all my porn-writing fix out of the way during xf_santa. I'm denying that instinct.)

Title: Couch
Author: Amal Nahurriyeh, amalnahurriyeh/amalnahurriyeh, amalnahurriyeh at gmail dot com
Summary: What happens when you get out of the taxi. (Sequel to Taxi Ride.)
Pairing: MSR.
Rating: NC-17 for drunken, awkward, yet ultimately successful sex
Warnings: None.
Timeline/Spoilers: Er. I have written myself into a box here, but there's a bed and it's not absurd, so technically post-Monday, but I set the prequel in the first half of s6, so, um, don't ask me, OK?

Written for xf_santa, as a gift for mimic117. Perhaps not as plotty as you were hoping for, but I really do hope you enjoy. Many thanks to maybe_amanda for the beta.

This is a sequel to Taxi Ride, which I wrote for a long-ago pornbattle. It will probably not make sense if you have not read the previous story, but the gist of it is: there was a great deal of alcohol, and a very pleasant cab ride. And Scully's underwear are in her pocket now, though she's going to forget that shortly.

( Neither of them are talking as they walk up the steps to his building. )

There is, theoretically, a third part to this story. Hopefully it will take me fewer than 15 months to produce it.