IJ Danielle (dmitchell1985) wrote in gunsandphysics, @ 2007-11-16 15:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | fanfic |
FIC: Two Drabbles [PG & PG-13]
*is v., v. embarrassed by these looking back on them now* Okay, just that one word that did me in. Hee!
Either way, I am finally getting around to crossposting these over here. Even though I haven't gotten around to anything else in my life, online or off. There were 50 of these drabbles in all, so I'll go ahead and put them here. No one minds, right? = D
Danielle
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Title: First Assumptions
Rating: Barely PG
Pairing: Ronon Dex/Rodney McKay :: Rodney/Others
Warnings: Extreme light bondage kink in the last sentence.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of it, just perv ‘em.
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Table 1 :: # 31 - Kinky
Out of the two of them, most people would wrongly assume that Ronon was the kinkiest; what with his fetish for leather. What they fail to count is Rodney’s years of longing and his mental list of “Things to Try.”
They weren’t counting his span of disappointing relationships that he could never seem to make last longer than any continuous two month stretch.
And so he’d trodden along until he’d met Sam, Angelique, Brian, and Katie. Closing off the long line of them, was Ronon. It had taken humiliation and humility to be able to say, “Tie me up, please?”
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Title: Never ‘Just A Fuck’
Rating: PG-13 – for the swearing.
Pairing: Ronon Dex/Rodney McKay :: Rodney/Others
Warnings: Uhrm. Some language.
Spoilers: Sort of, if you squint and already know McKay’s dating history.
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of it, just mess around with them.
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Table 1 :: # 21 - Lovers
We were lovers before we were anything else. Before we knew how to be anything else.
I suppose that “lovers” doesn’t actually describe what were, but I always found that particular term easier to accept than Rodney’s insistence that we were “just fucking.”
Rodney could never be “just a fuck” to me. Yeah, we rutted like only the filthiest animals do, but we watched each other’s backs while out on a mission. We ate together. We sometimes slept together.
We didn’t talk, because that’s not what we do.
But Rodney meant something to me then, just as he does now.