"Strawberry Lip Gloss", au100 (001/100)
Title: Strawberry Lip Gloss
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Buffy
Characters: Cassandra Fraiser/Rupert Giles
Prompt: #036, Smell
Word Count: 238
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Not an obvious AU, perhaps, but it's non-canonical (I would hope!) and therefore should satisify the au100 rules. The "surrendering to destiny" is shamelessly stolen from Wonderfalls.
She's young enough to be his daughter. It seems to Rupert that he's destined to never get away from girls young enough to be his daughter. They've always been a temptation he forces himself to deny. But when Cassandra smiles at him, just for him, Rupert doesn't think about Buffy, or Willow. Or Dawn. Cassandra's smile is innocent and ignorant of life on the Hellmouth. Untainted. He thinks that perhaps there's something to be said for surrendering to destiny. If it is all pre-determined, this virginal sacrifice, then he doesn't have a choice in the matter. It helps him sleep at night, when he pulls her close and drowns in the scent of strawberry lip gloss and young womanhood.
When Rupert pulls her close at night, his breath warm and moist on her bared neck, he reminds Cassandra of Jack and that feeling of safety being around him always gives her. When he's up late, murmured Latin and the whisper-rustle of turning pages following her to dreamland, he blurs into Daniel. But when she wears baby tees and strawberry lip gloss, when she babbles about John Mayer until he's exasperated, and he strips off her panties to lick her open, split her wide open so she's babbling about nothing at all, when he won't look at her afterward with his guilty eyes, won't touch her with his guilty hands -- that's when he reminds her most of Sam.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Buffy
Characters: Cassandra Fraiser/Rupert Giles
Prompt: #036, Smell
Word Count: 238
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Not an obvious AU, perhaps, but it's non-canonical (I would hope!) and therefore should satisify the au100 rules. The "surrendering to destiny" is shamelessly stolen from Wonderfalls.
She's young enough to be his daughter. It seems to Rupert that he's destined to never get away from girls young enough to be his daughter. They've always been a temptation he forces himself to deny. But when Cassandra smiles at him, just for him, Rupert doesn't think about Buffy, or Willow. Or Dawn. Cassandra's smile is innocent and ignorant of life on the Hellmouth. Untainted. He thinks that perhaps there's something to be said for surrendering to destiny. If it is all pre-determined, this virginal sacrifice, then he doesn't have a choice in the matter. It helps him sleep at night, when he pulls her close and drowns in the scent of strawberry lip gloss and young womanhood.
When Rupert pulls her close at night, his breath warm and moist on her bared neck, he reminds Cassandra of Jack and that feeling of safety being around him always gives her. When he's up late, murmured Latin and the whisper-rustle of turning pages following her to dreamland, he blurs into Daniel. But when she wears baby tees and strawberry lip gloss, when she babbles about John Mayer until he's exasperated, and he strips off her panties to lick her open, split her wide open so she's babbling about nothing at all, when he won't look at her afterward with his guilty eyes, won't touch her with his guilty hands -- that's when he reminds her most of Sam.