Fic: Dresden Files/SGA, adult
Spirit of the Law
Author: Rhiannon - rhian_morwenna
Fandom: The Dresden Files (book)/Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Harry Dresden/John Sheppard
Summary: There was something in that look that was almost predatory. I wasn’t sure if I was frightened or turned on.
Word Count: about 1,700
Rating: adult
Sequel To: Short Cut
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. This is a work of fiction for adults only. If you are not of legal age in your location, don't read this.
Originally written as the extended version of a Porn Battle entry, until I realized it broke one of the rules. Prompt was "control".
I leaned on the railing of a balcony outside what John had called the Gate Room trying to digest the events of the past several hours. I had somehow managed to walk (well, mostly run, but that’s beside the point) through the Nevernever all the way to another galaxy. I found myself in the mythical city of Atlantis which wasn’t so mythical after all. It wasn’t even just a city, I’d been told. I was a freaking space ship floating on the ocean of another planet. Three-hundred million light-years from Chicago.
What was even more amazing was I didn’t affect any of the technology that surrounded me. Not a single light flickered when I passed by it. I was a little disappointed by that.
“Are you going to be OK?” John asked.
“Yeah, it’s just a lot to take in,” I said. “I think science just became as weird as magic.” This had to be what most people went through when they found out about magic.
“Perfect example Clarke’s Law,” he said. “Have you used your magic since you arrived? Ancient technology is so different from anything on Earth…” he trailed off.
My stomach suddenly became a hollow pit. What if this planet, this galaxy, was so different that magic didn’t work? I fumbled in my pockets for one of the small candles I usually carry with me and sat it on the floor.
“Flickum bicus,” I said with a little more force than necessary.
It burst to life in a small fireball before it started burning normally. So maybe I used a lot more force than necessary.
I looked up from the candle and saw that John was staring at me. There was something in that look that was almost predatory. I wasn’t sure if I was frightened or turned on.
“Come on, you look like you could use some rest,” he said quietly.
John led me to a set of rooms that could have been from an upscale hotel. The pair of armed soldiers outside the door ruined the effect, though. A gilded cage, then.
I shrugged my coat off and sat on the bed. The adrenaline and wonder I had been running on left in a rush, leaving bone-deep weariness. I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes until I opened them at the sound of John walking to the door.
“You don’t have to go,” I said, trying to not sound too desperate. I blamed being in another fucking galaxy for my sudden reluctance at being alone.
John sat beside me on the bed, closer than necessary but made no other move. I couldn’t decide if I was relieved that he was letting me call the shots or disappointed that he wasn’t taking the lead. I think it was the latter. After everything that had happened I didn’t want to have to be the one in control, the one making all the decisions for a little while. Despite knowing practically nothing about John, I trusted him. So I made what I hoped would be the last decision I would have to make for a little while.
I leaned over and kissed him.
It wasn’t the same lust-filled kisses we had already exchanged. He seemed to understand I needed human contact and reassurance that things weren’t as bad as the eternally paranoid part of me feared they might be. John stroked my cheek as he tenderly returned the kiss with passion lurking beneath the surface.
I most definitely did not make an unmanly noise when he pulled away. Whatever insecurities that had surfaced were pushed aside when he knelt on the floor and pulled my shoes and socks off. When he finished he helped me take off my clothes, slowly and carefully. Once I was completely naked he gently pushed down on my shoulders. I sat down, wondering what was next.
We watched each other as he slowly stripped, giving me a chance to see what I hadn’t been able to earlier. His dick was definitely showing an interest, not that my eyes lingered or anything.
John pushed me on my back. He draped himself over me holding me down with his weight, his fingers laced with mine. I don’t think I could have thrown him off me even if I had wanted to, at least not without using magic. It was strange, being physically restrained but knowing that all I had to do to free myself was say something. At least I hoped he would stop if I asked him to.
His mouth went to work on my mouth, my jaw, my neck. He worked his way down me, my hands pinned by his, driving me mad with lust. I arched under John as he flicked his tongue over one nipple. Then he started using his teeth. I let out a choked moan and I swear I felt him smile against my chest. Smug bastard.
He continued working down my body, never lingering in one place very long. Teeth scraped over my hip bone at the same time John’s cheek brushed my cock.
“Please,” I croaked, looking down at him.
John looked up at me, grinning as he ran his tongue along the length of my cock. Hell’s bells. It was the most erotic and sinful thing I had ever seen.
John released my wrists and nudged my legs apart, kneeling between them. One hand gripped my hip so hard that I was sure I would have bruises later. The other gently cupped my balls, stroking them. I clutched his shoulder with one hand, tangling my fingers in his hair with the other.
“Just let go,” he said softly.
Without any other warning he took my cock in his mouth. I gasped and bucked against the hand holding my hips down. John sucked harder, pressing his tongue along the length of my dick. Stars and stones, he knew exactly how to drive a man insane. The tiny part of my mind that could still function wondered if John was a White Court vampire because no human could be that talented.
A finger snaked lower, the tip brushing over my entrance, teasing without entering me, sending me over the edge. I tried to warn John but the only noise I could make was a choked scream as I came. I felt him swallowing, his throat almost painfully constricting around me while he continued to stroke with his finger.
John stretched out next to me, draping an arm across my chest and kissed me. I rolled over and faceed John once I was sure my heart was not actually going to explode. Don’t look at me like that. I’ve seen it happen.
I ran my hand along John’s side and felt his breath hitch. He rested his forehead against mine, our breath mingling as I took his cock in my hand. He kneaded the muscles of my back as I stroked him. It didn’t take long for John to tense, his semen coating my hand. A strangled moan was the only sound he made. I tilted my head and kissed his parted lips.
We stayed like that for a little while, lazily kissing and sharing each other’s breath. I started to get up so I could find something to clean us off with. See, I’m considerate. Plus, I didn’t want semen drying on my hand.
“Stay here,” John said, giving me a quick kiss before he got up.
Call me a bastard if you want for not insisting that I go hunt for a towel. At least by watching him I was able to see where the bathroom was instead of having to hunt for it.
John brought me a wet towel. He apparently had cleaned himself while in the bathroom.
“Thanks,” I said.
I had expected him to start dressing while I wiped the mess of my hand but instead he crawled back on the bed facing me and pulled the covers over both of us.
He stared at me, studying me. I glanced at his eyes for a moment before looking away.
“Why do you keep doing that?” he asked.
“Doing what?” I knew I was being evasive. I was tired and didn’t want to think about anything until I had a chance to sleep.
“Why do you keep avoid looking people in the eyes? I’ve noticed you do it with everyone you’ve met.”
He was trying to stare in my eyes but at least his hand was resting on my waist and not holding my head. I knew he wouldn’t let it drop without an answer. I sighed and looked him right between his eyebrows.
“It’s called a soulgaze and is pretty much what it sounds like. If I looked in your eyes for too long I would see exactly who you are. What you have done, what you would be willing to do. You would see the same thing in me,” I said. I did not want to be having that conversation, not being as strung out as I was. A good freak-out over my apparent change in sexuality would have been better than this conversation. “I’m fully aware that there are parts of my soul that aren’t nice to look at.”
John was silent for a moment, considering my words. I was afraid that he was going to demand a soulgaze or worse yet, force one. Either that or get up and leave me alone. I blame it on being completely emotionally wrung out and not wanting to be hurt by the first person I’d had sex with in longer than I wanted to think about. Yes, at that moment I was that insecure. It was pathetic.
I was so busy worrying about what horrible things John might do to me that the kiss on my forehead surprised me.
“Go to sleep,” he said, wrapping his arm around me protectively.
“Thank you, for everything,” I said. I’m such a sap sometimes.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
I started to close my eyes when I realized the lights were still on, yet he was making no move to turn them off.
“Lights?” I asked.
He simply smiled and a moment later the lights went off.
“How did you do that?” I asked.
“Magic,” he said simply.
I could practically hear his smug grin. Wise-ass son of a bitch. No wonder I liked him.
A/N: Clarke's Law is actually one of three "laws" of prediction written by Arthur C. Clarke. "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Wikipedia entry here.
Author: Rhiannon - rhian_morwenna
Fandom: The Dresden Files (book)/Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Harry Dresden/John Sheppard
Summary: There was something in that look that was almost predatory. I wasn’t sure if I was frightened or turned on.
Word Count: about 1,700
Rating: adult
Sequel To: Short Cut
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. This is a work of fiction for adults only. If you are not of legal age in your location, don't read this.
Originally written as the extended version of a Porn Battle entry, until I realized it broke one of the rules. Prompt was "control".
I leaned on the railing of a balcony outside what John had called the Gate Room trying to digest the events of the past several hours. I had somehow managed to walk (well, mostly run, but that’s beside the point) through the Nevernever all the way to another galaxy. I found myself in the mythical city of Atlantis which wasn’t so mythical after all. It wasn’t even just a city, I’d been told. I was a freaking space ship floating on the ocean of another planet. Three-hundred million light-years from Chicago.
What was even more amazing was I didn’t affect any of the technology that surrounded me. Not a single light flickered when I passed by it. I was a little disappointed by that.
“Are you going to be OK?” John asked.
“Yeah, it’s just a lot to take in,” I said. “I think science just became as weird as magic.” This had to be what most people went through when they found out about magic.
“Perfect example Clarke’s Law,” he said. “Have you used your magic since you arrived? Ancient technology is so different from anything on Earth…” he trailed off.
My stomach suddenly became a hollow pit. What if this planet, this galaxy, was so different that magic didn’t work? I fumbled in my pockets for one of the small candles I usually carry with me and sat it on the floor.
“Flickum bicus,” I said with a little more force than necessary.
It burst to life in a small fireball before it started burning normally. So maybe I used a lot more force than necessary.
I looked up from the candle and saw that John was staring at me. There was something in that look that was almost predatory. I wasn’t sure if I was frightened or turned on.
“Come on, you look like you could use some rest,” he said quietly.
John led me to a set of rooms that could have been from an upscale hotel. The pair of armed soldiers outside the door ruined the effect, though. A gilded cage, then.
I shrugged my coat off and sat on the bed. The adrenaline and wonder I had been running on left in a rush, leaving bone-deep weariness. I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes until I opened them at the sound of John walking to the door.
“You don’t have to go,” I said, trying to not sound too desperate. I blamed being in another fucking galaxy for my sudden reluctance at being alone.
John sat beside me on the bed, closer than necessary but made no other move. I couldn’t decide if I was relieved that he was letting me call the shots or disappointed that he wasn’t taking the lead. I think it was the latter. After everything that had happened I didn’t want to have to be the one in control, the one making all the decisions for a little while. Despite knowing practically nothing about John, I trusted him. So I made what I hoped would be the last decision I would have to make for a little while.
I leaned over and kissed him.
It wasn’t the same lust-filled kisses we had already exchanged. He seemed to understand I needed human contact and reassurance that things weren’t as bad as the eternally paranoid part of me feared they might be. John stroked my cheek as he tenderly returned the kiss with passion lurking beneath the surface.
I most definitely did not make an unmanly noise when he pulled away. Whatever insecurities that had surfaced were pushed aside when he knelt on the floor and pulled my shoes and socks off. When he finished he helped me take off my clothes, slowly and carefully. Once I was completely naked he gently pushed down on my shoulders. I sat down, wondering what was next.
We watched each other as he slowly stripped, giving me a chance to see what I hadn’t been able to earlier. His dick was definitely showing an interest, not that my eyes lingered or anything.
John pushed me on my back. He draped himself over me holding me down with his weight, his fingers laced with mine. I don’t think I could have thrown him off me even if I had wanted to, at least not without using magic. It was strange, being physically restrained but knowing that all I had to do to free myself was say something. At least I hoped he would stop if I asked him to.
His mouth went to work on my mouth, my jaw, my neck. He worked his way down me, my hands pinned by his, driving me mad with lust. I arched under John as he flicked his tongue over one nipple. Then he started using his teeth. I let out a choked moan and I swear I felt him smile against my chest. Smug bastard.
He continued working down my body, never lingering in one place very long. Teeth scraped over my hip bone at the same time John’s cheek brushed my cock.
“Please,” I croaked, looking down at him.
John looked up at me, grinning as he ran his tongue along the length of my cock. Hell’s bells. It was the most erotic and sinful thing I had ever seen.
John released my wrists and nudged my legs apart, kneeling between them. One hand gripped my hip so hard that I was sure I would have bruises later. The other gently cupped my balls, stroking them. I clutched his shoulder with one hand, tangling my fingers in his hair with the other.
“Just let go,” he said softly.
Without any other warning he took my cock in his mouth. I gasped and bucked against the hand holding my hips down. John sucked harder, pressing his tongue along the length of my dick. Stars and stones, he knew exactly how to drive a man insane. The tiny part of my mind that could still function wondered if John was a White Court vampire because no human could be that talented.
A finger snaked lower, the tip brushing over my entrance, teasing without entering me, sending me over the edge. I tried to warn John but the only noise I could make was a choked scream as I came. I felt him swallowing, his throat almost painfully constricting around me while he continued to stroke with his finger.
John stretched out next to me, draping an arm across my chest and kissed me. I rolled over and faceed John once I was sure my heart was not actually going to explode. Don’t look at me like that. I’ve seen it happen.
I ran my hand along John’s side and felt his breath hitch. He rested his forehead against mine, our breath mingling as I took his cock in my hand. He kneaded the muscles of my back as I stroked him. It didn’t take long for John to tense, his semen coating my hand. A strangled moan was the only sound he made. I tilted my head and kissed his parted lips.
We stayed like that for a little while, lazily kissing and sharing each other’s breath. I started to get up so I could find something to clean us off with. See, I’m considerate. Plus, I didn’t want semen drying on my hand.
“Stay here,” John said, giving me a quick kiss before he got up.
Call me a bastard if you want for not insisting that I go hunt for a towel. At least by watching him I was able to see where the bathroom was instead of having to hunt for it.
John brought me a wet towel. He apparently had cleaned himself while in the bathroom.
“Thanks,” I said.
I had expected him to start dressing while I wiped the mess of my hand but instead he crawled back on the bed facing me and pulled the covers over both of us.
He stared at me, studying me. I glanced at his eyes for a moment before looking away.
“Why do you keep doing that?” he asked.
“Doing what?” I knew I was being evasive. I was tired and didn’t want to think about anything until I had a chance to sleep.
“Why do you keep avoid looking people in the eyes? I’ve noticed you do it with everyone you’ve met.”
He was trying to stare in my eyes but at least his hand was resting on my waist and not holding my head. I knew he wouldn’t let it drop without an answer. I sighed and looked him right between his eyebrows.
“It’s called a soulgaze and is pretty much what it sounds like. If I looked in your eyes for too long I would see exactly who you are. What you have done, what you would be willing to do. You would see the same thing in me,” I said. I did not want to be having that conversation, not being as strung out as I was. A good freak-out over my apparent change in sexuality would have been better than this conversation. “I’m fully aware that there are parts of my soul that aren’t nice to look at.”
John was silent for a moment, considering my words. I was afraid that he was going to demand a soulgaze or worse yet, force one. Either that or get up and leave me alone. I blame it on being completely emotionally wrung out and not wanting to be hurt by the first person I’d had sex with in longer than I wanted to think about. Yes, at that moment I was that insecure. It was pathetic.
I was so busy worrying about what horrible things John might do to me that the kiss on my forehead surprised me.
“Go to sleep,” he said, wrapping his arm around me protectively.
“Thank you, for everything,” I said. I’m such a sap sometimes.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
I started to close my eyes when I realized the lights were still on, yet he was making no move to turn them off.
“Lights?” I asked.
He simply smiled and a moment later the lights went off.
“How did you do that?” I asked.
“Magic,” he said simply.
I could practically hear his smug grin. Wise-ass son of a bitch. No wonder I liked him.
A/N: Clarke's Law is actually one of three "laws" of prediction written by Arthur C. Clarke. "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Wikipedia entry here.