FIC: First Kisses 4/5
Title: First Kisses 4/5
Author: Merlin's Sister
E-mail: michemerlin1@aol.com
Rating: G
Disclaimers: The Stargate: Atlantis characters are owned by the almighty MGM. Just borrowing them for a bit of fun. No point in suing me anyway. I work in the public sector.
Pairing: Dex/Kusanagi
Archive: Just ask.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Their first kiss.
Author's notes: Fourth in a series of stories for some of my favourite pairings’ first kisses. I meant for them to be all in one drabble post but have decided I just don’t do drabbles. :D All unbetaed so bizarre spelling and grammar all down to me.
He knew people were talking. He didn’t like that idea, mostly because he thought that it showed disrespect to her. And he thought too many people did that already.
It was easy to dismiss her, quiet and nervous, her demeanour meant she was one of the forgotten souls who had kept this place going since the expedition had arrived from Earth. She had an amazing mind; full of stuff he needed to know. That was how he started talking to her, when McKay and Sheppard were off world and he needed to find out about the latest piece of technology that was causing them problems. He’d needed her to come with him to help stop it, and despite how scared she was she hadn’t hesitated to walk by his side. She’d been injured, which he took personally, although it was hard to take that feeling out on a piece of technology; McKay had merely looked at him suspiciously when the said technology was found destroyed a few days later.
She also had knowledge about things that interested him, her country’s history fascinating him in a way that no other part of Earth did. She had been surprised when he sat with her in the mess hall and started to ask her questions about it. She had accepted his interest in the samurai without comment, but as he started to ask her questions about other things he had found in the history database, he sensed a change in her attitude to him as well. He was, like her, more than his image.
She had asked him if he would like to take part in a tea ceremony before she left for her Earth leave, returning so it seemed with a mischievous smile about what she was planning.
Her only concession to his difference to the average person who might take part in a tea ceremony was to ask him if he wanted to sit at table or on the floor as was traditional. As she was standing in front of him in her kimono brought all the way from home, he had insisted on sitting on the floor. He was distinctly regretting it now, both of his legs feeling like they were about to come apart at the joints. But he was easily distracted from this sensation by the sight of Miko in front of him. She looked stunning, her hair swept up and away from her face. And if there was unusually make up on her face, then it was subtle and not the full traditional make up he had seen in pictures. He was glad about that; he didn’t want her face obscured by that painted on mask. The kimono went in and out at the right places, and definitely reminded him, as if he needed that information, that she was a woman. And there was something else about her since her return. He couldn’t put his finger on it. She had caught him staring a little while ago, and called him on it. He had said as much. She had laughed that gentle laugh of hers and said it was probably just her new glasses. He thought it was more.
The comfort of the company and the conversation had relaxed him, but he knew he couldn’t sit like he was much more; his legs were starting to protest at their constraint. With an effort at delicacy he managed to extract one from underneath himself. The other, though, proved more challenging, the feeling having disappeared from it some time ago. He tried to swing it around away from the table, but the lack of feeling caused an imbalance and with an undignified wobble he fell backwards.
“Oh, Ronon!” Miko exclaimed. “Are you alright?” She came quickly to his side, her hands moving to the uncooperative leg before they stopped, a slight blush appearing on her face at the possible misconstruing of her intentions.
“I’m fine,” he insisted, pushing himself back upwards. “Just not used to sitting like that for so long. Leg went to sleep.”
“A common problem,” Miko commented, settling herself next to him. Unlike he had managed she effortlessly curled herself up so she could kneel at his side, her hands resting in her laps.
“The ceremony was good,” he said, in an attempt to distract himself from her silent draw on him.
“Thank you,” she replied shyly. “I am glad you enjoyed it. It is not for everyone.”
“No, it was good,” he managed again before the way she had looked up at him, her eyes dark and luminous behind those new frames of her glasses catching him.
He hesitated slightly before he leant in and kissed her. She softly returned the kiss, before seeming to find some inner strength and taking the lead in deepening it further.
When they broke apart he said, “I’ve been reading about tea ceremonies in your history…”
She smiled at the unconscious question. “You are the only one I wish to perform the ceremony with.”
“That’s good.”
She smiled again at his seeming lack of adjectives. “It seems many things are good this afternoon.”
Which Ronon could only agree with.
Author: Merlin's Sister
E-mail: michemerlin1@aol.com
Rating: G
Disclaimers: The Stargate: Atlantis characters are owned by the almighty MGM. Just borrowing them for a bit of fun. No point in suing me anyway. I work in the public sector.
Pairing: Dex/Kusanagi
Archive: Just ask.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Their first kiss.
Author's notes: Fourth in a series of stories for some of my favourite pairings’ first kisses. I meant for them to be all in one drabble post but have decided I just don’t do drabbles. :D All unbetaed so bizarre spelling and grammar all down to me.
He knew people were talking. He didn’t like that idea, mostly because he thought that it showed disrespect to her. And he thought too many people did that already.
It was easy to dismiss her, quiet and nervous, her demeanour meant she was one of the forgotten souls who had kept this place going since the expedition had arrived from Earth. She had an amazing mind; full of stuff he needed to know. That was how he started talking to her, when McKay and Sheppard were off world and he needed to find out about the latest piece of technology that was causing them problems. He’d needed her to come with him to help stop it, and despite how scared she was she hadn’t hesitated to walk by his side. She’d been injured, which he took personally, although it was hard to take that feeling out on a piece of technology; McKay had merely looked at him suspiciously when the said technology was found destroyed a few days later.
She also had knowledge about things that interested him, her country’s history fascinating him in a way that no other part of Earth did. She had been surprised when he sat with her in the mess hall and started to ask her questions about it. She had accepted his interest in the samurai without comment, but as he started to ask her questions about other things he had found in the history database, he sensed a change in her attitude to him as well. He was, like her, more than his image.
She had asked him if he would like to take part in a tea ceremony before she left for her Earth leave, returning so it seemed with a mischievous smile about what she was planning.
Her only concession to his difference to the average person who might take part in a tea ceremony was to ask him if he wanted to sit at table or on the floor as was traditional. As she was standing in front of him in her kimono brought all the way from home, he had insisted on sitting on the floor. He was distinctly regretting it now, both of his legs feeling like they were about to come apart at the joints. But he was easily distracted from this sensation by the sight of Miko in front of him. She looked stunning, her hair swept up and away from her face. And if there was unusually make up on her face, then it was subtle and not the full traditional make up he had seen in pictures. He was glad about that; he didn’t want her face obscured by that painted on mask. The kimono went in and out at the right places, and definitely reminded him, as if he needed that information, that she was a woman. And there was something else about her since her return. He couldn’t put his finger on it. She had caught him staring a little while ago, and called him on it. He had said as much. She had laughed that gentle laugh of hers and said it was probably just her new glasses. He thought it was more.
The comfort of the company and the conversation had relaxed him, but he knew he couldn’t sit like he was much more; his legs were starting to protest at their constraint. With an effort at delicacy he managed to extract one from underneath himself. The other, though, proved more challenging, the feeling having disappeared from it some time ago. He tried to swing it around away from the table, but the lack of feeling caused an imbalance and with an undignified wobble he fell backwards.
“Oh, Ronon!” Miko exclaimed. “Are you alright?” She came quickly to his side, her hands moving to the uncooperative leg before they stopped, a slight blush appearing on her face at the possible misconstruing of her intentions.
“I’m fine,” he insisted, pushing himself back upwards. “Just not used to sitting like that for so long. Leg went to sleep.”
“A common problem,” Miko commented, settling herself next to him. Unlike he had managed she effortlessly curled herself up so she could kneel at his side, her hands resting in her laps.
“The ceremony was good,” he said, in an attempt to distract himself from her silent draw on him.
“Thank you,” she replied shyly. “I am glad you enjoyed it. It is not for everyone.”
“No, it was good,” he managed again before the way she had looked up at him, her eyes dark and luminous behind those new frames of her glasses catching him.
He hesitated slightly before he leant in and kissed her. She softly returned the kiss, before seeming to find some inner strength and taking the lead in deepening it further.
When they broke apart he said, “I’ve been reading about tea ceremonies in your history…”
She smiled at the unconscious question. “You are the only one I wish to perform the ceremony with.”
“That’s good.”
She smiled again at his seeming lack of adjectives. “It seems many things are good this afternoon.”
Which Ronon could only agree with.