dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs, @ 2005-10-27 14:50:00 |
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Stargate: Atlantis
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Title: Damned
Author: titti
Genre: PWP, Slash, First Time
Pairing: Sheppard/Dex
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Dom/sub
Spoilers: Through Season 2, Episode 2.05 - Condemned
Notes: When I saw Condemned, I was just thrilled with that little exchange between Ronon and John, when Ronon forced John into giving him an order: "Is that an order?" "Does it need to be?" "Yes!" I was already a fan, I'd liked Ronon's character since Runner,
his first episode. But John/Ronon became my OTP at that
moment. As a matter of fact, I think I heard fangirls
squeeing about that scene all over LJ that next week. And I was
in perfect agreement.
Ronon, bound and wearing a collar, and only responding to an agressive,
male voice ordering him to behave? Oh, yes. I loved
that. And almost immediately after the episode, Titti wrote
this. There were others written on the same subject, and if I
haven't I may well rec some of them at some point, but this was the
first, and so far? Still my favorite.
Titti has a nice grip on the interplay between Dom and sub. She
pays attention, and uses it well. And this fic? It makes me
smile, every time I read it.
Excerpt:
"Do you wanna tell me what that was all about?"
I mentally sigh,
reliving the discussion we had on Olesia. I should never speak when
tied up and with a collar around my neck. I knew I had said too much or
maybe just the wrong thing; Sheppard had looked at me strangely.
However, I don't have to let him know that I understand what he is
asking. Sometimes, when you cannot stay silent, playing stupid works
just as well. "'That' what?"
"That! That on that planet. That
making me give you an order before you would shut the hell up. That..."
Sheppard waves his hand in my direction, like he's trying to make me
understand without words. I do understand, but I won't tell him. "That
face you made."
I shrug. "You want me to do what you say, it needs to be an order. If not, I will do what I think it is right."
"And risking all our lives so you can prove you're this tough guy is right?"
I
close the book, and stare at him for a moment. Are humans so different?
Will they ever understand me? Probably not, and as a general rule, it
doesn't bother me. However, I need this human to understand; I need
Sheppard to know what I need. With a sigh, I slide down the bed and sit
next to Sheppard.
Our knees touch, and I can feel the heat
radiating from him. It's been too long since I've felt the warmth that
comes from another being. I miss it, I miss it so much that I shift
closer, until our arms are touching as well. I know it's dangerous and
brainless, but I can't resist, especially when he's looking at me so
earnestly, like he truly wants to understand.
I rate this fic: Pretty Damn Good