Hug or Fuck
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itsallovernowI asked for this:
Give me two characters (pan-fannish if you please), and I'll get 'em to hug or get 'em to fuck.(And don't we all know that the later is usually easier).
Then flocked the post. Headdesk.
So, the responses so far:
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raithen (And hee, it reminds me of the Tim Booth/Angelo Badilimenti collaboration called "Booth and the Bad Angel")
Temperence Brennan and Angel
His skin is too cold for him to be alive. Logically, she knows vampires aren't real. Here, with her hands against his chest, rocking against his body (and even his cock is cold and she wonders how he's maintaining his erection, tries very, very hard not to let her scientific curiosity overcome her sex drive. It's a contest right now, and she rocks a little harder, thrills at his cool hands against her warm cunt as she tries to purge her mind of the equally thrilling possibility that she's fucking a deadman. She's never gone in for fetishy sex. But then, she's never had sex with a walking fetish before.)
He says, "Hey, doc." Not Bones, she thinks.
He's not Booth, and she's maybe not proud, getting her cake and eating it too, figuring out how the parts might work without any of the messy complications inherent in having sex with her friend and partner. He says, "Hey doc," again, then follows up, sitting up, and knocking her off balance and sending a shiver through her as his cold hands tingle on the small of her back.
"If this is a fantasy," he mumbles,"maybe you wanna stay here for it."
Insightful, and she's surprised. But he's told her how old he is, has been straight with her, and she has no reason to doubt him(except for all the reasons of logic, but she's always trusted evidence more than logic). Perhaps several hundred years have given him insight.
"It is a fantasy," she says, bears down on him, fights an equal urge to suck on his neck and smiles to herself. "But not the one you're thinking of. Vampires are a cultural response to fears of death and disease, to pollutions of the blood. To me, that's not sexy."
He rocks up into her, narrows her eyes. "Then why are you here?"
"I'm testing a theory," she says, and comes in a wash of tingling heat.
***
ainsley wanted
Westin and Jackson
The geek with the glasses holds out his paper and Michael nods. Same number. Right room.
Oh god, this was going to suck.
"You NSA?" Michael asks, and the guy shakes his head.
"Air Force." He pauses. "Technically."
"Friggin' bureacracy," Michael mutters. "Must have just drawn lots."
He'd had a physical this morning, and now a sexual harrasment seminar. This? This is what was required for getting back into the game?
"I'm being re-integrated," the man answers, and pushes at his glasses.
Michael smirks a little. "So 'm I." He narrows his eyes.
"Deep cover?"
The guy shrugs. "Dead," he says.
He can't help it, Michael starts to laugh. "Me too, although only officially."
The guy shrugs again. "Officially and unofficially," he says, "although..." he shakes his head, pauses.
"Sexual harrasment training?" He sounds a little outraged.
The instructor is young. Too young. And nervous. And eventually, he asks everyone to hug, which to Michael's mind, seems to negate the point of sexual harrasment training, but the government is a mystery unto itself.
Michael awkwardly thumps used-to-be-dead glasses guy on the back. He's surprsingly solid underneath his clothes and Michael reconsiders. Said Air Force. Maybe he's military intelligence.
They back off slowly and try not to look at each other, pretending they're in a men's room, and the FYEO rule is in effect. Grown men don't randomly hug strangers. Christ, doesn't the instructor know anything?
When the interminable training ends, the guy gestures at Michael. "You got a two o'clock meeting scheduled?"
Michael nods.
"In briefing 7?"
"Yeah."
The guy looks a lot happier now. "It's going to blow your mind," he says, like it's not a phrase he uses much.
"Huh," Michael says. "Not much surprises me."
The guy nods. "You're not alone," he says, and leaves.
Michael pulls out his PDA. Fi's texted him something, and he texts her back with the guy's name, wondering if she knows him. She's done some rounds with Military Intelligence.
She sends him back a picture of a little grey man.
Two hours later, when the briefing is 20 minutes in, Michael Westin starts to laugh and laugh. No, he thinks, I guess we're really not alone.
***
_minxy_ wanted
Big D and Big T
"Now kiss and make up." John's standing on the sidelines giving directions, and he's got this little kid manic glee on his face that D'argo hasn't seen in the gods know how long.
His shoulder aches, and he has new respect for the staff weapons. They make a handy cudgel. They're still ridiculous to fire with though. Teal'c raises an eyebrow at Crichton's words, and he's got no reason to want to keep John happy except for the reason that most people have which is that the insanity is as sharp as sweat in the air and most rational thinkers want to keep it tamped down. The blood that drips into the other man's eye despite the raised brow almost defeats the serene expression, but he manages to keep his dignity anyway.
Aeryn is standing close but with a considered and careful distance between herself and John, hand curled at her side like she'd be so much happier to find a weapon there and shoot all three of them.
A pissing contest, she'd said, having already suggested with a drawn and painful look that Crichton and Mitchell pull out their cocks and measure. When they'd both looked tempted, she'd 'accidentally' stepped on John's foot and ignored his howling protests.
But she'd thrown up her hands at the contest of strength and stamina proposed between D'Argo and the other alien. D'argo was just happy to see other aliens here on earth, even carefully hidden ones. He'd been even happier in those moments of pure physical aggression, fighting hot and hard aganst Teal'c. It was bonding at it's finest.
And there was still John, with that glint in his eye and so D'Argo throws the staff weapon to the side, strides the few denches between him and Teal'c and wraps his hand around the other mans neck.
"I lead with my tongue," he says, and kisses him as hard as he'd earlier punched. The answering kiss is a bit too dry but with a pleasant friction, and when they step apart, D'Argo raises his brow to match Teal'c's own.
"I believe," Teal'c starts, "that you are supposed to purchase a meal for me first."
"Dating," D'Argo says, "it's the same all over the universe."
And he grins to himself at John's manic howl of laughter, catches Aeryn's eye as her hands relax, and holds out his hand to Teal'c. He won't mention that in his culture, a kiss like that would cost more than dinner.
***
Andkernezelda, Queen of Evil, asked for
Cam and the REALLY Bad Angel
He gives them wormholes. And takes what he wants. The stargates have been destroyed systematically and this monster gives them the technology they most want, looking amused at Mitchell's claims of scientific ignorance, giving Vala a stare that frightens her out of her falsest bravado.
"I knew a man once," he says to Mitchell, completely ignoring Jackson and Carter, avoiding the ones who could actually interpret any of his words, his theories. "I knew a man who held the fate of the universe in his arrogant fingertips."
Mitchell shrugs, his own bravado sort of sheering off in the face of this man, this... creature. "Known a few of them myself," he says, and fights the urge to put his arm around Vala. She's pressed so tight to him that he feels like she's part of his skin, but her back is straight.
"He wasted his talents," the man, Scorpius, says, eyes flick again to Vala. "And hers."
"Why help us?" she says, and Scorpius ignores her. It's a question Mitchell would like the answer to.
Scorpius leans forward, and his breath is hot, like the preview of a kiss. He puts his hand on Mitchell's shoulder, "I want to go to Earth," he murmurs. "And it... pleases me that you could be the conduit for that journey."
Cam shakes his head, wishing Scorpius would move away. Even Vala's heat at his other side doesn't help.
"Earth's a nightmare," he says. "Ravaged. No one wants to go back there."
"I can fix that," Scorpius says, draws his fingers across Cam's cheek. And in that moment, shuddering, Cam believed him.
Give me two characters (pan-fannish if you please), and I'll get 'em to hug or get 'em to fuck.(And don't we all know that the later is usually easier).
Then flocked the post. Headdesk.
So, the responses so far:
For
raithen (And hee, it reminds me of the Tim Booth/Angelo Badilimenti collaboration called "Booth and the Bad Angel")Temperence Brennan and Angel
His skin is too cold for him to be alive. Logically, she knows vampires aren't real. Here, with her hands against his chest, rocking against his body (and even his cock is cold and she wonders how he's maintaining his erection, tries very, very hard not to let her scientific curiosity overcome her sex drive. It's a contest right now, and she rocks a little harder, thrills at his cool hands against her warm cunt as she tries to purge her mind of the equally thrilling possibility that she's fucking a deadman. She's never gone in for fetishy sex. But then, she's never had sex with a walking fetish before.)
He says, "Hey, doc." Not Bones, she thinks.
He's not Booth, and she's maybe not proud, getting her cake and eating it too, figuring out how the parts might work without any of the messy complications inherent in having sex with her friend and partner. He says, "Hey doc," again, then follows up, sitting up, and knocking her off balance and sending a shiver through her as his cold hands tingle on the small of her back.
"If this is a fantasy," he mumbles,"maybe you wanna stay here for it."
Insightful, and she's surprised. But he's told her how old he is, has been straight with her, and she has no reason to doubt him(except for all the reasons of logic, but she's always trusted evidence more than logic). Perhaps several hundred years have given him insight.
"It is a fantasy," she says, bears down on him, fights an equal urge to suck on his neck and smiles to herself. "But not the one you're thinking of. Vampires are a cultural response to fears of death and disease, to pollutions of the blood. To me, that's not sexy."
He rocks up into her, narrows her eyes. "Then why are you here?"
"I'm testing a theory," she says, and comes in a wash of tingling heat.
***
ainsley wanted Westin and Jackson
The geek with the glasses holds out his paper and Michael nods. Same number. Right room.
Oh god, this was going to suck.
"You NSA?" Michael asks, and the guy shakes his head.
"Air Force." He pauses. "Technically."
"Friggin' bureacracy," Michael mutters. "Must have just drawn lots."
He'd had a physical this morning, and now a sexual harrasment seminar. This? This is what was required for getting back into the game?
"I'm being re-integrated," the man answers, and pushes at his glasses.
Michael smirks a little. "So 'm I." He narrows his eyes.
"Deep cover?"
The guy shrugs. "Dead," he says.
He can't help it, Michael starts to laugh. "Me too, although only officially."
The guy shrugs again. "Officially and unofficially," he says, "although..." he shakes his head, pauses.
"Sexual harrasment training?" He sounds a little outraged.
The instructor is young. Too young. And nervous. And eventually, he asks everyone to hug, which to Michael's mind, seems to negate the point of sexual harrasment training, but the government is a mystery unto itself.
Michael awkwardly thumps used-to-be-dead glasses guy on the back. He's surprsingly solid underneath his clothes and Michael reconsiders. Said Air Force. Maybe he's military intelligence.
They back off slowly and try not to look at each other, pretending they're in a men's room, and the FYEO rule is in effect. Grown men don't randomly hug strangers. Christ, doesn't the instructor know anything?
When the interminable training ends, the guy gestures at Michael. "You got a two o'clock meeting scheduled?"
Michael nods.
"In briefing 7?"
"Yeah."
The guy looks a lot happier now. "It's going to blow your mind," he says, like it's not a phrase he uses much.
"Huh," Michael says. "Not much surprises me."
The guy nods. "You're not alone," he says, and leaves.
Michael pulls out his PDA. Fi's texted him something, and he texts her back with the guy's name, wondering if she knows him. She's done some rounds with Military Intelligence.
She sends him back a picture of a little grey man.
Two hours later, when the briefing is 20 minutes in, Michael Westin starts to laugh and laugh. No, he thinks, I guess we're really not alone.
***
_minxy_ wanted Big D and Big T
"Now kiss and make up." John's standing on the sidelines giving directions, and he's got this little kid manic glee on his face that D'argo hasn't seen in the gods know how long.
His shoulder aches, and he has new respect for the staff weapons. They make a handy cudgel. They're still ridiculous to fire with though. Teal'c raises an eyebrow at Crichton's words, and he's got no reason to want to keep John happy except for the reason that most people have which is that the insanity is as sharp as sweat in the air and most rational thinkers want to keep it tamped down. The blood that drips into the other man's eye despite the raised brow almost defeats the serene expression, but he manages to keep his dignity anyway.
Aeryn is standing close but with a considered and careful distance between herself and John, hand curled at her side like she'd be so much happier to find a weapon there and shoot all three of them.
A pissing contest, she'd said, having already suggested with a drawn and painful look that Crichton and Mitchell pull out their cocks and measure. When they'd both looked tempted, she'd 'accidentally' stepped on John's foot and ignored his howling protests.
But she'd thrown up her hands at the contest of strength and stamina proposed between D'Argo and the other alien. D'argo was just happy to see other aliens here on earth, even carefully hidden ones. He'd been even happier in those moments of pure physical aggression, fighting hot and hard aganst Teal'c. It was bonding at it's finest.
And there was still John, with that glint in his eye and so D'Argo throws the staff weapon to the side, strides the few denches between him and Teal'c and wraps his hand around the other mans neck.
"I lead with my tongue," he says, and kisses him as hard as he'd earlier punched. The answering kiss is a bit too dry but with a pleasant friction, and when they step apart, D'Argo raises his brow to match Teal'c's own.
"I believe," Teal'c starts, "that you are supposed to purchase a meal for me first."
"Dating," D'Argo says, "it's the same all over the universe."
And he grins to himself at John's manic howl of laughter, catches Aeryn's eye as her hands relax, and holds out his hand to Teal'c. He won't mention that in his culture, a kiss like that would cost more than dinner.
***
And
kernezelda, Queen of Evil, asked for Cam and the REALLY Bad Angel
He gives them wormholes. And takes what he wants. The stargates have been destroyed systematically and this monster gives them the technology they most want, looking amused at Mitchell's claims of scientific ignorance, giving Vala a stare that frightens her out of her falsest bravado.
"I knew a man once," he says to Mitchell, completely ignoring Jackson and Carter, avoiding the ones who could actually interpret any of his words, his theories. "I knew a man who held the fate of the universe in his arrogant fingertips."
Mitchell shrugs, his own bravado sort of sheering off in the face of this man, this... creature. "Known a few of them myself," he says, and fights the urge to put his arm around Vala. She's pressed so tight to him that he feels like she's part of his skin, but her back is straight.
"He wasted his talents," the man, Scorpius, says, eyes flick again to Vala. "And hers."
"Why help us?" she says, and Scorpius ignores her. It's a question Mitchell would like the answer to.
Scorpius leans forward, and his breath is hot, like the preview of a kiss. He puts his hand on Mitchell's shoulder, "I want to go to Earth," he murmurs. "And it... pleases me that you could be the conduit for that journey."
Cam shakes his head, wishing Scorpius would move away. Even Vala's heat at his other side doesn't help.
"Earth's a nightmare," he says. "Ravaged. No one wants to go back there."
"I can fix that," Scorpius says, draws his fingers across Cam's cheek. And in that moment, shuddering, Cam believed him.
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Date: 2007-09-13 11:16 pm (UTC)(I think part of it is that I REALLY liked bitchy, pissy Daniel of earlier S9:) Actually, I would like to see Daniel (in the hands of someone who embraces his flaws and his own distractedly megalomaniacal side) face Scorpius:)
But yeah, Scorpy's way out of Cam's league. And he'll never even get the irony. The glee of taking Scorpy back to earth.
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Date: 2007-09-13 11:46 pm (UTC)Would the remnants of the SGC turn their head at Scorpius' interest, in order to gain his aid?
This reminds me of the story I've wanted to write for a long time, John coming home with Scarrans on his heel, to have Earth sell him for survival.
Thank you, dear heart.
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Date: 2007-09-13 11:55 pm (UTC)I really really want you to write more of the Michael Westin in SG1. Just, it's so, yes. *flails incoherently* & I adore that Fi is sending him alien pics before he goes to his briefing.
And you wrote Teal'c! I adore him. I don't really know Farscape & I still enjoyed the last 2.
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Date: 2007-09-13 11:56 pm (UTC)Okay, I feel better now:)
And thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed these!
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:56 am (UTC)(and 7 more S1 eps Kerlin sent me, blessed girl ;).
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Date: 2007-09-14 03:46 am (UTC)I second Aeryn's suggestion to Crichton and Mitchell to see how they measure up. Too bad she was only being sarcastic.
The Mitchell/Scorpius fic was eerie. Kerne ought to be happy.
Crichton wasted his talents and now Scorpius "gives them wormholes. And takes what he wants." Makes you wonder how that came about. And if Scorpius takes what he wants I'm assuming that includes Mitchell.
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Date: 2007-09-14 07:23 am (UTC)And yay for the skeeeerry Scorpius and Mitchell ficlet. That's really frightening.
I don't watch Bones, but that one was good! I like the premise of her just trying it out.
And I don't know who Michael Westin is.
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Date: 2007-09-19 09:53 am (UTC)and second one? hella creepy and wonderful at the same time. thank you!
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