WIPs: SGA
There are less of these, mainly because I'm still writing in SGA.
This is a scene that lost the rest of its story. I had a whole story planned out where DADT is revoked and John comes out. Then a story with the same premise was posted the day after I started mine. The first scene has been combined with another story, but this scene is now obsolete.
Paperwork took up the rest of his morning, and he stood and stretched, thinking idly about calling Rodney to see if he wanted to meet up for lunch.
“Colonel Sheppard,” Elizabeth’s voice said in his ear, sounding disturbingly tense for what was supposed to be a normal day. “Please report to the conference room.”
“Is everything all right?” John asked, already going for his gun.
“It’s fine; just…this is something we need to talk about in the conference room.”
He double-timed it there -- calling Lorne for backup, just in case -- and did a quick scan with the lifesigns detector, noting three human bodies behind the door.
“If I don’t give you the all-clear within sixty seconds, you know what to do,” he told Lorne, and Lorne nodded grimly.
The door slid open and John stopped in his tracks, taking a careful look around the room. Everything seemed to be fine, except for the choice of personnel; Caldwell sitting ramrod straight in his chair, Heightmeyer calmly drinking a cup of coffee, Elizabeth staring at her computer screen like it held the secrets to the universe.
“All-clear,” John said into his radio, and waited for Lorne’s acknowledgement before he switched it off.
“John.” Elizabeth gave him a pained grin. “Have a seat.”
This one was supposed to be some sort of porny cheer-up ficlet for somebody (canadian_snoopy? docmichelle? lcsbanana?). Hopefully they were able to overcome their misery without my help, because I got 500 words in and that's all she wrote.
“You know,” Rodney said, flopping down onto the bed. “I really thought you’d be more adventurous than this.”
“What do you mean ‘more adventurous?” John asked, feeling vaguely insulted.
Rodney waved a hand. “Different positions, handcuffs, wax, cybersex, rimming, creative application of food -“ He trailed off as his eyes glazed over.
“Stop thinking about food.” John sat up and fought the urge to cover himself with a sheet. “Are you saying I’m boring?”
“Well,” Rodney considered. “Not *boring*, just a little…routine? Vanilla? For somebody who likes to risk his life at every opportunity possible, I just figured there’d be more experimentation. But that’s fine, really!” He waved his hand some more, and John wanted to smack the patronizing magnanimous expression off of his face. “If that’s how you’re wired…”
Oh, that was it. John rolled over and had Rodney’s wrists trapped in his hands and their legs tangled together before Rodney even had a chance to react. “So I’m not good enough for you, huh?” he asked, trying to sound grim, even though the way Rodney was gaping like a fish made it hard not to smirk. “Not keeping you…satisfied?”
Rodney swallowed. “I wouldn’t really put it that way.”
John shifted his hips, just the tiniest bit, and watched as Rodney bit his lip. “I know just how you’d put it, McKay.” Another shift and even more biting. “Sometimes I think you say shit like this just to see how I’ll react.”
Rodney said nothing in return, but his eyes gave it all away.
“You should know better,” John murmured, leaning in so his words were pressed into the hollow of Rodney’s neck. “If you wanted me to hold you down and fuck you, all you had to do was ask.”
Rodney made a small squeaking sound and tugged ineffectually at his trapped wrists. “That wasn’t what I was meant.”
“Oh, I think it was.” John grinned like a shark and nipped Rodney’s collarbone, enjoying the way Rodney’s entire body quivered. “And now I think you should ask me real nice, McKay. A couple of times.”
Rodney stayed stubbornly silent, but John had cracked much tougher nuts in his time, and he already knew all of Rodney’s weaknesses. He kept up the subtle motion of his hips, rocking and pressing in increments, feeling Rodney grow harder and harder beneath him.
When he traced the curve of Rodney’s ear with tip of his tongue, Rodney gasped and John could feel him struggling to free his legs. He redoubled his hold and pulled back to grin down at Rodney.
“You want something?” he asked innocently, nudging Rodney with his hips some more.
“I’m just fine, thanks” It was a valiant effort, but John could see the flush traveling all the way from Rodney’s forehead down to the middle of his chest.
And that's it. Everything else is still a living WIP instead of a long dead one.
This is a scene that lost the rest of its story. I had a whole story planned out where DADT is revoked and John comes out. Then a story with the same premise was posted the day after I started mine. The first scene has been combined with another story, but this scene is now obsolete.
Paperwork took up the rest of his morning, and he stood and stretched, thinking idly about calling Rodney to see if he wanted to meet up for lunch.
“Colonel Sheppard,” Elizabeth’s voice said in his ear, sounding disturbingly tense for what was supposed to be a normal day. “Please report to the conference room.”
“Is everything all right?” John asked, already going for his gun.
“It’s fine; just…this is something we need to talk about in the conference room.”
He double-timed it there -- calling Lorne for backup, just in case -- and did a quick scan with the lifesigns detector, noting three human bodies behind the door.
“If I don’t give you the all-clear within sixty seconds, you know what to do,” he told Lorne, and Lorne nodded grimly.
The door slid open and John stopped in his tracks, taking a careful look around the room. Everything seemed to be fine, except for the choice of personnel; Caldwell sitting ramrod straight in his chair, Heightmeyer calmly drinking a cup of coffee, Elizabeth staring at her computer screen like it held the secrets to the universe.
“All-clear,” John said into his radio, and waited for Lorne’s acknowledgement before he switched it off.
“John.” Elizabeth gave him a pained grin. “Have a seat.”
This one was supposed to be some sort of porny cheer-up ficlet for somebody (canadian_snoopy? docmichelle? lcsbanana?). Hopefully they were able to overcome their misery without my help, because I got 500 words in and that's all she wrote.
“You know,” Rodney said, flopping down onto the bed. “I really thought you’d be more adventurous than this.”
“What do you mean ‘more adventurous?” John asked, feeling vaguely insulted.
Rodney waved a hand. “Different positions, handcuffs, wax, cybersex, rimming, creative application of food -“ He trailed off as his eyes glazed over.
“Stop thinking about food.” John sat up and fought the urge to cover himself with a sheet. “Are you saying I’m boring?”
“Well,” Rodney considered. “Not *boring*, just a little…routine? Vanilla? For somebody who likes to risk his life at every opportunity possible, I just figured there’d be more experimentation. But that’s fine, really!” He waved his hand some more, and John wanted to smack the patronizing magnanimous expression off of his face. “If that’s how you’re wired…”
Oh, that was it. John rolled over and had Rodney’s wrists trapped in his hands and their legs tangled together before Rodney even had a chance to react. “So I’m not good enough for you, huh?” he asked, trying to sound grim, even though the way Rodney was gaping like a fish made it hard not to smirk. “Not keeping you…satisfied?”
Rodney swallowed. “I wouldn’t really put it that way.”
John shifted his hips, just the tiniest bit, and watched as Rodney bit his lip. “I know just how you’d put it, McKay.” Another shift and even more biting. “Sometimes I think you say shit like this just to see how I’ll react.”
Rodney said nothing in return, but his eyes gave it all away.
“You should know better,” John murmured, leaning in so his words were pressed into the hollow of Rodney’s neck. “If you wanted me to hold you down and fuck you, all you had to do was ask.”
Rodney made a small squeaking sound and tugged ineffectually at his trapped wrists. “That wasn’t what I was meant.”
“Oh, I think it was.” John grinned like a shark and nipped Rodney’s collarbone, enjoying the way Rodney’s entire body quivered. “And now I think you should ask me real nice, McKay. A couple of times.”
Rodney stayed stubbornly silent, but John had cracked much tougher nuts in his time, and he already knew all of Rodney’s weaknesses. He kept up the subtle motion of his hips, rocking and pressing in increments, feeling Rodney grow harder and harder beneath him.
When he traced the curve of Rodney’s ear with tip of his tongue, Rodney gasped and John could feel him struggling to free his legs. He redoubled his hold and pulled back to grin down at Rodney.
“You want something?” he asked innocently, nudging Rodney with his hips some more.
“I’m just fine, thanks” It was a valiant effort, but John could see the flush traveling all the way from Rodney’s forehead down to the middle of his chest.
And that's it. Everything else is still a living WIP instead of a long dead one.