The First Kiss
Title: The First Kiss
Author: Garneteve
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Carson/Michael (with minor mentions of Sheppard)
Word Count:
Rating: R (if that)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the fluff that's accumulating under my bed.
Author's Notes:I'd like to thank the wonderful echelon_ga_l for the inspiration to write and finish this fic. It's been a while since I've been able to write Carson/Michael fic, but I do this for her, cause she's just made of awesome!
Summary: Michael has only been in conciousness a short time, but he knows what he wants.
Warning: None
The first kiss that Michael received was not from the women of the Ancient City as he’d seen some of the other men do.
He’d seen Colonel Sheppard kiss more than one woman in his short time of consciousness, and couldn’t help the small thrill as he watched the Colonel’s lips move in sensuous caresses over his love.
Michael never paid attention to the woman. It was always the Colonel. The way the man moved, the way he smiled and shrugged. The way he leant and just moved along like it was the most relaxing thing to be him.
It made Michael want, deep in his body, that easy attitude instead of his own stilted stride and careful looks, the seemingly practiced neutrality.
…
The first kiss that Michael received was not from the Colonel, whose lips looked so stunningly soft on the women he’d take to the piers for moonlit picnics as Michael snuck behind, watching carefully from the corner of the windows.
The Infirmary was Michael’s second home, or so it seemed. He spent as much time here as he did anywhere else in the large oceanic city, and became acquainted with the nurses and doctors that gave him uneasy looks and wide berths.
It made Michael want, deep in his body, the touches that the Colonel bestowed upon his love in the silver moonlight, waves lapping gently at the structure of the large metal city, as the Colonel lapped lightly at his love’s lips in a gentle kiss.
…
The first kiss that Michael received was gentle, almost a chaste, shy hardly there moment of soft dry lips on his cheek. It was nearly a disappointment.
The Doctor, Doctor Beckett was one of the only ones who really spoke to him without looking away or making excuses to be elsewhere. It was why Michael spent so much time at the Infirmary of his own free will, following the stocky man around like he was lost.
Doctor Beckett answered all of his questions with a patience that Michael had not known since consciousness, unlike those who had stormed off in a huff (Doctor McKay), or those who blocked his path until he edged his way backwards to find another way (Specialist Dex).
It made Michael want, skin so alive at Doctor Beckett’s close warmth and near spicy scent that made his nose talk to the rest of his body of want, of secret desires that made Michael blush, when Doctor Beckett moved near and they shared a private laugh.
….
The first kiss that Michael received was gentle, the spicy scent enveloping him into the need that had been plaguing him for days, and Michael moved his head, his own lips accidentally brushing the soft, slightly chapped lips of Doctor Beckett as they leant in for another private laugh, as he turned his head.
Michael felt his eyes widen at the sudden sensation of breath rushed over his lips, the warmth and moisture of a tongue peeking out to soothe dried lips brushing against his own similarly dried lips, and he gasped.
It made Michael want, crave, body aching for touch. He felt Doctor Beckett stiffen beside him, and Michael’s heart sank as he knew, he’d seen that the Colonel had only kissed women, and maybe he should not have wanted this so much from the one person he looked up to.
…
The first kiss that Michael received, while an innocent accident, turned into not such an innocent discovery in pleasures he’d never known. His lips pressed lightly to Doctor Beckett’s lips, and Michael soon felt the body beside him relax into what he’d allowed himself to imagine how the Colonel would act.
Everything he’d seen the Colonel do, the way the Colonel acted with his love, he tried to mimic, bringing one shy hand to Doctor Beckett’s shoulder and resting lightly, feeling the slight movement as Doctor Beckett turned closer to him.
It made Michael groan in need, his belly fluttering nervously as he felt Doctor Beckett’s hand rest on his thigh.
It made Michael feel the strange pulse race through his body as his excitement rose, the unfamiliar weight between his legs becoming uncomfortably harder in restrictive cotton.
It made Michael want to curl into a ball and hide from his reactions.
It made Michael want to embrace everything he was experiencing, the reassurance of Doctor Beckett beside him, and he realised the man was the Colonel with all his moves and soft lips sliding gently across his, tongue lapping gently, asking politely for entry, encouraging Michael’s need higher and higher with every breath breathed against a strong broad chest.
…
The first kiss that Michael receives is not one of imagined touches and wishes of strong hands and dark hair and full lips.
It is one full of passion and need reflected back at him from Carson’s hands and blue-grey eyes, carefully committing every detail of Michael to his memory. Michael can see it. Caresses gently on his thigh, on his cheek, on his jaw.
It makes Michael love.
Author: Garneteve
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Carson/Michael (with minor mentions of Sheppard)
Word Count:
Rating: R (if that)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the fluff that's accumulating under my bed.
Author's Notes:I'd like to thank the wonderful echelon_ga_l for the inspiration to write and finish this fic. It's been a while since I've been able to write Carson/Michael fic, but I do this for her, cause she's just made of awesome!
Summary: Michael has only been in conciousness a short time, but he knows what he wants.
Warning: None
The first kiss that Michael received was not from the women of the Ancient City as he’d seen some of the other men do.
He’d seen Colonel Sheppard kiss more than one woman in his short time of consciousness, and couldn’t help the small thrill as he watched the Colonel’s lips move in sensuous caresses over his love.
Michael never paid attention to the woman. It was always the Colonel. The way the man moved, the way he smiled and shrugged. The way he leant and just moved along like it was the most relaxing thing to be him.
It made Michael want, deep in his body, that easy attitude instead of his own stilted stride and careful looks, the seemingly practiced neutrality.
…
The first kiss that Michael received was not from the Colonel, whose lips looked so stunningly soft on the women he’d take to the piers for moonlit picnics as Michael snuck behind, watching carefully from the corner of the windows.
The Infirmary was Michael’s second home, or so it seemed. He spent as much time here as he did anywhere else in the large oceanic city, and became acquainted with the nurses and doctors that gave him uneasy looks and wide berths.
It made Michael want, deep in his body, the touches that the Colonel bestowed upon his love in the silver moonlight, waves lapping gently at the structure of the large metal city, as the Colonel lapped lightly at his love’s lips in a gentle kiss.
…
The first kiss that Michael received was gentle, almost a chaste, shy hardly there moment of soft dry lips on his cheek. It was nearly a disappointment.
The Doctor, Doctor Beckett was one of the only ones who really spoke to him without looking away or making excuses to be elsewhere. It was why Michael spent so much time at the Infirmary of his own free will, following the stocky man around like he was lost.
Doctor Beckett answered all of his questions with a patience that Michael had not known since consciousness, unlike those who had stormed off in a huff (Doctor McKay), or those who blocked his path until he edged his way backwards to find another way (Specialist Dex).
It made Michael want, skin so alive at Doctor Beckett’s close warmth and near spicy scent that made his nose talk to the rest of his body of want, of secret desires that made Michael blush, when Doctor Beckett moved near and they shared a private laugh.
….
The first kiss that Michael received was gentle, the spicy scent enveloping him into the need that had been plaguing him for days, and Michael moved his head, his own lips accidentally brushing the soft, slightly chapped lips of Doctor Beckett as they leant in for another private laugh, as he turned his head.
Michael felt his eyes widen at the sudden sensation of breath rushed over his lips, the warmth and moisture of a tongue peeking out to soothe dried lips brushing against his own similarly dried lips, and he gasped.
It made Michael want, crave, body aching for touch. He felt Doctor Beckett stiffen beside him, and Michael’s heart sank as he knew, he’d seen that the Colonel had only kissed women, and maybe he should not have wanted this so much from the one person he looked up to.
…
The first kiss that Michael received, while an innocent accident, turned into not such an innocent discovery in pleasures he’d never known. His lips pressed lightly to Doctor Beckett’s lips, and Michael soon felt the body beside him relax into what he’d allowed himself to imagine how the Colonel would act.
Everything he’d seen the Colonel do, the way the Colonel acted with his love, he tried to mimic, bringing one shy hand to Doctor Beckett’s shoulder and resting lightly, feeling the slight movement as Doctor Beckett turned closer to him.
It made Michael groan in need, his belly fluttering nervously as he felt Doctor Beckett’s hand rest on his thigh.
It made Michael feel the strange pulse race through his body as his excitement rose, the unfamiliar weight between his legs becoming uncomfortably harder in restrictive cotton.
It made Michael want to curl into a ball and hide from his reactions.
It made Michael want to embrace everything he was experiencing, the reassurance of Doctor Beckett beside him, and he realised the man was the Colonel with all his moves and soft lips sliding gently across his, tongue lapping gently, asking politely for entry, encouraging Michael’s need higher and higher with every breath breathed against a strong broad chest.
…
The first kiss that Michael receives is not one of imagined touches and wishes of strong hands and dark hair and full lips.
It is one full of passion and need reflected back at him from Carson’s hands and blue-grey eyes, carefully committing every detail of Michael to his memory. Michael can see it. Caresses gently on his thigh, on his cheek, on his jaw.
It makes Michael love.