FIC: Stranger Things 2/?
TITLE: Stranger Things
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Response to Challenge 310: Woke Up In Vegas by Jinni. Faith ends up in bed with one Jack O'Neill.
SPOILER WARNING:
For Buffy and Angel: Set after Chosen
For Stargate: Through Season 8
RATING: FR18, at the moment, just to be safe.
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series or Stargate. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission. Joss Whedon is God…
Reviews are happily welcome, though not necessary.
This is set post "Chosen" in Buffy but runs kinda parallel to the earlier seasons of Stargate. Jack is still a Colonel, not General, etc. So yes, I'm really messing with timelines here. Thanks :)
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
“What are you doing in here? And more importantly who exactly are you?” he finally asked me.
I slowly reached out and picked up the certificate. There, plain as day was my name.
“My name is Faith Wyndam-Pryce, and I’m here this morning because we got married last night, hot stuff,” I told him as I handed over the paper. He took it and looked it over, completely shocked.
I used his momentary shock to get out bed. My stomach growled and I frowned. A quick glance at my watch told me it was almost noon. I had slept late - too late. I spotted my clothes in a pile on the floor. I bent over, uncaring if this guy saw too much, and dug out my thong. I slipped it on and my body reminded me of my activities last night and the new urge to pee.
“How about we discuss this whole thing over breakfast? I’m starved!” I suggested as I pulled on my jeans. I turned to look at him and his eyes immediately went to my boobs. He realized what he had done and then he looked quickly away, blushing slightly. It was kinda cute. I decided to put him out of his misery and pulled my tanktop on, and pulled my hair up off my face into a messy bun.
“Breakfast?” he asked, shocked.
“Lunch, actually,” I corrected the both of us.
“Lunch, you want to go to lunch? We just woke up married and you want food?”
“I’m starved. I eat a lot. Especially after such a workout, Jonathan.”
“It’s Jack,” he automatically corrected me.
“That certificate says Jonathan.”
“Yes, because that is my name, but I go by Jack. And workout?”
“You know what I mean Jack. It means I have aches in all the right places.” I let an easy smile slide over my face. This was almost too easy.
“Fine, lunch,” he relented. I smirked and he glared at me. “But we are going to talk,” he added.
“Sounds good to me, husband.”
I smiled as he rose to his feet, turning slightly away from me to better conceal his nudity. I shrugged and went into the bathroom to pee and finish getting ready. I peed, threw some cold water on my face, and then picked up Jack’s toothpaste and toothbrush. He came into the bathroom a few moments later, in his jeans only, and looked at me in shock.
“That is my toothbrush,” he exclaimed and I smiled around said toothbrush. I finished brushing, spit out the excess, and laughed.
“Don’t married couples share?”
“I don’t even remember marrying you. I vaguely remember seeing you at the bar beforehand. Give me that,” he ground out and yanked the toothbrush out of my hand.
“Thanks honey,” I cooed and walked out.
~*~
A few minutes later he emerged from the bathroom and frowned again.
“Get out of my shirt.”
“I can’t wear mine anymore. There isn’t any reason for me to go out in what I had on last night. If you really want it back I’ll go to lunch in my top from last night.”
“Which was what?” he questioned and I pulled up Jack’s shirt to reveal the skimpy black see-through lace tanktop. He frowned even further and shook his head. “Keep the shirt on.”
“Thanks lover. So, where to for lunch? I’m not picky. I’ll eat almost anything,” I assured him.
“There should be plenty of choices outside,” he absently rambled off.
“Shall we?” I motioned to the door. He nodded, sliding his wallet in his jeans, and we were off.
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Response to Challenge 310: Woke Up In Vegas by Jinni. Faith ends up in bed with one Jack O'Neill.
SPOILER WARNING:
For Buffy and Angel: Set after Chosen
For Stargate: Through Season 8
RATING: FR18, at the moment, just to be safe.
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series or Stargate. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission. Joss Whedon is God…
Reviews are happily welcome, though not necessary.
This is set post "Chosen" in Buffy but runs kinda parallel to the earlier seasons of Stargate. Jack is still a Colonel, not General, etc. So yes, I'm really messing with timelines here. Thanks :)
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
“What are you doing in here? And more importantly who exactly are you?” he finally asked me.
I slowly reached out and picked up the certificate. There, plain as day was my name.
“My name is Faith Wyndam-Pryce, and I’m here this morning because we got married last night, hot stuff,” I told him as I handed over the paper. He took it and looked it over, completely shocked.
I used his momentary shock to get out bed. My stomach growled and I frowned. A quick glance at my watch told me it was almost noon. I had slept late - too late. I spotted my clothes in a pile on the floor. I bent over, uncaring if this guy saw too much, and dug out my thong. I slipped it on and my body reminded me of my activities last night and the new urge to pee.
“How about we discuss this whole thing over breakfast? I’m starved!” I suggested as I pulled on my jeans. I turned to look at him and his eyes immediately went to my boobs. He realized what he had done and then he looked quickly away, blushing slightly. It was kinda cute. I decided to put him out of his misery and pulled my tanktop on, and pulled my hair up off my face into a messy bun.
“Breakfast?” he asked, shocked.
“Lunch, actually,” I corrected the both of us.
“Lunch, you want to go to lunch? We just woke up married and you want food?”
“I’m starved. I eat a lot. Especially after such a workout, Jonathan.”
“It’s Jack,” he automatically corrected me.
“That certificate says Jonathan.”
“Yes, because that is my name, but I go by Jack. And workout?”
“You know what I mean Jack. It means I have aches in all the right places.” I let an easy smile slide over my face. This was almost too easy.
“Fine, lunch,” he relented. I smirked and he glared at me. “But we are going to talk,” he added.
“Sounds good to me, husband.”
I smiled as he rose to his feet, turning slightly away from me to better conceal his nudity. I shrugged and went into the bathroom to pee and finish getting ready. I peed, threw some cold water on my face, and then picked up Jack’s toothpaste and toothbrush. He came into the bathroom a few moments later, in his jeans only, and looked at me in shock.
“That is my toothbrush,” he exclaimed and I smiled around said toothbrush. I finished brushing, spit out the excess, and laughed.
“Don’t married couples share?”
“I don’t even remember marrying you. I vaguely remember seeing you at the bar beforehand. Give me that,” he ground out and yanked the toothbrush out of my hand.
“Thanks honey,” I cooed and walked out.
~*~
A few minutes later he emerged from the bathroom and frowned again.
“Get out of my shirt.”
“I can’t wear mine anymore. There isn’t any reason for me to go out in what I had on last night. If you really want it back I’ll go to lunch in my top from last night.”
“Which was what?” he questioned and I pulled up Jack’s shirt to reveal the skimpy black see-through lace tanktop. He frowned even further and shook his head. “Keep the shirt on.”
“Thanks lover. So, where to for lunch? I’m not picky. I’ll eat almost anything,” I assured him.
“There should be plenty of choices outside,” he absently rambled off.
“Shall we?” I motioned to the door. He nodded, sliding his wallet in his jeans, and we were off.