Crossover fic! Vala meets Vila! Smut ensues!
Preamble:
This ficlet has multiple points of origin. Last year, for Fig's Crossover Alphabet Soup, I wrote a short letter-V fic crossing Vala Mal Doran with Vila Restal, of Blake's 7. In the back of my head was the memory of a 'lonely prompt' from the fic_promptly comm. The ficlet I wrote didn't actually fill the prompt . . . but it continued to lurk in my hindbrain.
This weekend, during fic_rush, lost_spook launched a new Blake's 7 pairings comm, b7love_250. I added some Vala prompts, since the idea of her tangling (literally) with any of the B7 crew fills me with glee.
I'd hardly hit 'post' when the plot bunny bit. Accordingly, here's the prequel to V is for V_la (hereinafter to be known as 'What Vala Claimed Happened'). Unlike the first ficlet, this is not, repeat not gen.
Paian's prompt on fic_promptly, with the fill, is here: Blake's 7/Stargate SG-1, Vila Restal & Vala Mal Doran, thick as thieves
And now, What Actually Happened. PG-13.
Thick as Thieves
Vala stretched luxuriously. Vila’s hand drew back from her left breast where it had been cupped, and she firmly recaptured it and set the retreating hand right back where it had been. “I didn’t ask you to stop doing that thing with your thumb . . . oh, yesss, that thing . . . ”
“This thing?”
“That’s even better, oooo . . . ”
Rather later, Vila made his second attempt to get out of bed and retrieve his clothes. They were completely tangled with Vala’s - no surprise there, even his clothes knew a good opportunity when it presented itself - and scattered all over the tiny sleeping cubicle they’d found in the more dodgy section of this planet’s spaceport district.
As he shook out his jacket, a little black electronic widget slid out of the sleeve of Vala’s blouse and thumped onto the floor, nearly missing his foot.
“Ow.” He picked it up. “This thing - ”
“It’s called a GDO.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I think it stands for ‘garage door opener’.”
“What? What’s a gah-rahge?” Vila turned the widget in his hands.
“I haven’t any idea. Anyway, go ahead and take it. It might impress your friends. Keep them from ragging on you for being gone so long.”
“They’re not exactly my friends.”
“Shipmates, then. It won’t actually do them any good, not without a Stargate and the right address, but it might confuse them.”
“Confusing them’s always good.” Vila’s eyes glinted at the thought. “I do it whenever I can manage it.”
“Oh, me too. They make such delightful noises when they’re aggravated. Tell me, do they actually swallow that idiot act of yours?”
“They mostly figure I’m too thick to put on an act at all.”
Vala’s hand reached out with a deceptively languid gesture and grasped Vila in a very non-languid grip. “Mmm, not too thick at all, but getting thicker again . . . ”
Vila squeaked.
“Oh, stop it, I’m not going to twist anything off. Now put down those clothes and come back here.”
Rather later still, Vala was finally able to speak coherently again. “What did you say you told that other woman? The one whose legs were 'almost as good as mine'?”
“‘For a little man I’m a wonderful mover.’”
“The mover part, yes, definitely. But whoever called you a little man had no idea what they were missing.”
This ficlet has multiple points of origin. Last year, for Fig's Crossover Alphabet Soup, I wrote a short letter-V fic crossing Vala Mal Doran with Vila Restal, of Blake's 7. In the back of my head was the memory of a 'lonely prompt' from the fic_promptly comm. The ficlet I wrote didn't actually fill the prompt . . . but it continued to lurk in my hindbrain.
This weekend, during fic_rush, lost_spook launched a new Blake's 7 pairings comm, b7love_250. I added some Vala prompts, since the idea of her tangling (literally) with any of the B7 crew fills me with glee.
I'd hardly hit 'post' when the plot bunny bit. Accordingly, here's the prequel to V is for V_la (hereinafter to be known as 'What Vala Claimed Happened'). Unlike the first ficlet, this is not, repeat not gen.
Paian's prompt on fic_promptly, with the fill, is here: Blake's 7/Stargate SG-1, Vila Restal & Vala Mal Doran, thick as thieves
And now, What Actually Happened. PG-13.
Thick as Thieves
Vala stretched luxuriously. Vila’s hand drew back from her left breast where it had been cupped, and she firmly recaptured it and set the retreating hand right back where it had been. “I didn’t ask you to stop doing that thing with your thumb . . . oh, yesss, that thing . . . ”
“This thing?”
“That’s even better, oooo . . . ”
Rather later, Vila made his second attempt to get out of bed and retrieve his clothes. They were completely tangled with Vala’s - no surprise there, even his clothes knew a good opportunity when it presented itself - and scattered all over the tiny sleeping cubicle they’d found in the more dodgy section of this planet’s spaceport district.
As he shook out his jacket, a little black electronic widget slid out of the sleeve of Vala’s blouse and thumped onto the floor, nearly missing his foot.
“Ow.” He picked it up. “This thing - ”
“It’s called a GDO.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I think it stands for ‘garage door opener’.”
“What? What’s a gah-rahge?” Vila turned the widget in his hands.
“I haven’t any idea. Anyway, go ahead and take it. It might impress your friends. Keep them from ragging on you for being gone so long.”
“They’re not exactly my friends.”
“Shipmates, then. It won’t actually do them any good, not without a Stargate and the right address, but it might confuse them.”
“Confusing them’s always good.” Vila’s eyes glinted at the thought. “I do it whenever I can manage it.”
“Oh, me too. They make such delightful noises when they’re aggravated. Tell me, do they actually swallow that idiot act of yours?”
“They mostly figure I’m too thick to put on an act at all.”
Vala’s hand reached out with a deceptively languid gesture and grasped Vila in a very non-languid grip. “Mmm, not too thick at all, but getting thicker again . . . ”
Vila squeaked.
“Oh, stop it, I’m not going to twist anything off. Now put down those clothes and come back here.”
Rather later still, Vala was finally able to speak coherently again. “What did you say you told that other woman? The one whose legs were 'almost as good as mine'?”
“‘For a little man I’m a wonderful mover.’”
“The mover part, yes, definitely. But whoever called you a little man had no idea what they were missing.”