Script. Crossposted to atlantiskink
Title: Script
Author:wilde_girl
Character: Rodney/John
Kink: mild D/s, spanking
Rating: R
Comments: just for fun. With thanks to Xanthe.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowed.
Rodney opened the door to his quarters with a relieved sigh, anticipating the quiet solitude he'd been waiting for all day. He found John instead.
John Sheppard was lying on his bed with a book, looking unusually relaxed, his eyes purposeful. He sat up slowly, seeming totally unperturbed by Rodney's surprised expression.
"Hi, Rodney," he said, lazily.
"John, what's with the room invasion?" Rodney spluttered, not even bothering to be polite, since it was 9 p.m., dammit, and a man really had the right to a bit of peace and quiet at the end of a day as taxing as the one he'd had. The one they'd all had.
John looked at Rodney pointedly. "You gave me your door code, remember? Said drop by anytime?"
Rodney sighed and rolled his eyes. "Ok. Ok. All right. And thanks for the visit, but can we make it some other time? I really need a nap."
"That will have to wait until later, Rodney," John said, pleasantly, patting the bed beside him in invitation. "There's something we need to do first."
"And what's that?" Rodney asked, holding on to politeness with some effort.
"I need to spank you, Rodney," said John, as calmly as if he'd been discussing the weather.
"You need to WHAT?" Rodney was fully awake now, all tiredness gone due to the sheer craziness of John's statment.
"Spank..."
"I HEARD you. What the hell are you talking about?" Rodney said, just about choking.
"Well, first of all," said John calmly, "you were awfully rude to me all day. Unusually rude. Yes, I know the city was sinking, and yes, I know you were under a lot of pressure, but still. I may not have advanced degrees like you, but I don't appreciate being called "muscle-head."
Rodney's eyebrows flew up and stayed there. "Look, I'm sorry. It WAS a hard day. And I say stuff like that to you and the other military guys all the time. You know I don't really mean it...at least, most of it. Now will you stop with the "spank me" crap and kindly leave so I can sleep? It sounds like YOU could use some sleep yourself, or maybe something choice from of the infirmary pharmaceutical collection."
"No, I can't leave yet, Rodney...due to reason number two. The fangirls love it."
"The FANGIRLS?"
"Yes, Rodney, the fangirls. They absolutely love when you get spanked. Especially when I'm the one doing it, and when I put you over my knee, and when you protest but secretly love it."
"Well, they are just going to have to be disappointed this time, then," said Rodney with something close to a snarl. "You know I'm an ultra-vanilla kind of guy."
"Oh, you are, you are," said John, grinning. "That's just what makes it so much fun. You are outraged and incredulous, just like this, and I put you over my knee, and peel down your jeans and your underwear nice and slow, revealing your cute, perfect ass, and somewhere along the way you realize it's what you wanted all along."
Rodney's throat constricted. John sounded so DECIDED. Then he did a double take. "You...I...you think...I mean...I have a perfect ass?"
"You sure do, Rodney," said John kindly, as if to ease the nervousness of his friend. "Round, firm, slightly muscled...sheer perfection. Anyone would want the chance to touch it, to stroke it. And especially to spank it. Now, take off your shoes and come over here."
As if in a dream, Rodney allowed himself to be pulled to the bed, where John gently but expertly unbuttoned his jeans and eased them and his briefs over his hips.
Feeling terribly vulnerable and naked, Rodney said: "Now wait. I have another question. What about me dressed and sitting on the bed, and you all exposed over my knee? What about that?"
"Well, that's definitely a possibility, Rodney, and worth considering. But 2 to 1, the fangirls really prefer you to bottom. So to speak. And the more details there are about my hand pinking up your sweet ass, the better they like it."
Taking advantage of the daze Rodney seemed to be in at these words, John pulled the shorter man over his knees, making sure he was settled and comfortable and supported. He put one hand firmly and possessively on Rodney's back, and then stopped. "Rodney, are you okay with this?" he asked.
"You are asking me that, after you've stripped me bare and put me ass upward over your knee?"
"Yes, I am. Safe, sane, consensual...that's what the fangirls like. At least most of them... Yes, I might whale on you sometimes, but always within a committed, consensual relationship."
Rodney wasn't sure which words were more bewildering, "whale on" or "relationship." Neither of them had EVER come up in discussion with John before, but at the sound of them he felt a tingle of excitement start in the top of his spine and run all the way down to his toes, which were clenching and unclenching in their white sports socks. He could feel his heart beating hard at the sensation of John's strong legs under him, John's supple hand smoothing over his back, John's fingers teasing the curve of his ass. The smell of John's leather jacket had never been quite so exciting before.
"I must be crazy..." he muttered. "Oh, okay, go ahead!"
As if worried Rodney would change his mind any moment, John quickly raised his hand and began to rain firm smacks down on Rodney's bare bottom. Surprised by the pain, Rodney dropped his head down and closed his eyes. As the sting mounted, he was filled with both helplessness and excitement. Every nerve in his body seemed to be firing at once, and at the same time he felt like he was melting into John. John seemed to sense the change in his friend, as he spread his fingers on Rodney's broad back even more possessively and laid down several more decisive, crisp swats on Rodney's wriggling ass before pausing.
Breathing hard, Rodney opened his eyes and groaned. "Crap! How do they know?"
"Who?"
"The fangirls!"
John sighed as he raised his hand again. "They just do, Rodney. Somehow, they just do."
Author:wilde_girl
Character: Rodney/John
Kink: mild D/s, spanking
Rating: R
Comments: just for fun. With thanks to Xanthe.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowed.
Rodney opened the door to his quarters with a relieved sigh, anticipating the quiet solitude he'd been waiting for all day. He found John instead.
John Sheppard was lying on his bed with a book, looking unusually relaxed, his eyes purposeful. He sat up slowly, seeming totally unperturbed by Rodney's surprised expression.
"Hi, Rodney," he said, lazily.
"John, what's with the room invasion?" Rodney spluttered, not even bothering to be polite, since it was 9 p.m., dammit, and a man really had the right to a bit of peace and quiet at the end of a day as taxing as the one he'd had. The one they'd all had.
John looked at Rodney pointedly. "You gave me your door code, remember? Said drop by anytime?"
Rodney sighed and rolled his eyes. "Ok. Ok. All right. And thanks for the visit, but can we make it some other time? I really need a nap."
"That will have to wait until later, Rodney," John said, pleasantly, patting the bed beside him in invitation. "There's something we need to do first."
"And what's that?" Rodney asked, holding on to politeness with some effort.
"I need to spank you, Rodney," said John, as calmly as if he'd been discussing the weather.
"You need to WHAT?" Rodney was fully awake now, all tiredness gone due to the sheer craziness of John's statment.
"Spank..."
"I HEARD you. What the hell are you talking about?" Rodney said, just about choking.
"Well, first of all," said John calmly, "you were awfully rude to me all day. Unusually rude. Yes, I know the city was sinking, and yes, I know you were under a lot of pressure, but still. I may not have advanced degrees like you, but I don't appreciate being called "muscle-head."
Rodney's eyebrows flew up and stayed there. "Look, I'm sorry. It WAS a hard day. And I say stuff like that to you and the other military guys all the time. You know I don't really mean it...at least, most of it. Now will you stop with the "spank me" crap and kindly leave so I can sleep? It sounds like YOU could use some sleep yourself, or maybe something choice from of the infirmary pharmaceutical collection."
"No, I can't leave yet, Rodney...due to reason number two. The fangirls love it."
"The FANGIRLS?"
"Yes, Rodney, the fangirls. They absolutely love when you get spanked. Especially when I'm the one doing it, and when I put you over my knee, and when you protest but secretly love it."
"Well, they are just going to have to be disappointed this time, then," said Rodney with something close to a snarl. "You know I'm an ultra-vanilla kind of guy."
"Oh, you are, you are," said John, grinning. "That's just what makes it so much fun. You are outraged and incredulous, just like this, and I put you over my knee, and peel down your jeans and your underwear nice and slow, revealing your cute, perfect ass, and somewhere along the way you realize it's what you wanted all along."
Rodney's throat constricted. John sounded so DECIDED. Then he did a double take. "You...I...you think...I mean...I have a perfect ass?"
"You sure do, Rodney," said John kindly, as if to ease the nervousness of his friend. "Round, firm, slightly muscled...sheer perfection. Anyone would want the chance to touch it, to stroke it. And especially to spank it. Now, take off your shoes and come over here."
As if in a dream, Rodney allowed himself to be pulled to the bed, where John gently but expertly unbuttoned his jeans and eased them and his briefs over his hips.
Feeling terribly vulnerable and naked, Rodney said: "Now wait. I have another question. What about me dressed and sitting on the bed, and you all exposed over my knee? What about that?"
"Well, that's definitely a possibility, Rodney, and worth considering. But 2 to 1, the fangirls really prefer you to bottom. So to speak. And the more details there are about my hand pinking up your sweet ass, the better they like it."
Taking advantage of the daze Rodney seemed to be in at these words, John pulled the shorter man over his knees, making sure he was settled and comfortable and supported. He put one hand firmly and possessively on Rodney's back, and then stopped. "Rodney, are you okay with this?" he asked.
"You are asking me that, after you've stripped me bare and put me ass upward over your knee?"
"Yes, I am. Safe, sane, consensual...that's what the fangirls like. At least most of them... Yes, I might whale on you sometimes, but always within a committed, consensual relationship."
Rodney wasn't sure which words were more bewildering, "whale on" or "relationship." Neither of them had EVER come up in discussion with John before, but at the sound of them he felt a tingle of excitement start in the top of his spine and run all the way down to his toes, which were clenching and unclenching in their white sports socks. He could feel his heart beating hard at the sensation of John's strong legs under him, John's supple hand smoothing over his back, John's fingers teasing the curve of his ass. The smell of John's leather jacket had never been quite so exciting before.
"I must be crazy..." he muttered. "Oh, okay, go ahead!"
As if worried Rodney would change his mind any moment, John quickly raised his hand and began to rain firm smacks down on Rodney's bare bottom. Surprised by the pain, Rodney dropped his head down and closed his eyes. As the sting mounted, he was filled with both helplessness and excitement. Every nerve in his body seemed to be firing at once, and at the same time he felt like he was melting into John. John seemed to sense the change in his friend, as he spread his fingers on Rodney's broad back even more possessively and laid down several more decisive, crisp swats on Rodney's wriggling ass before pausing.
Breathing hard, Rodney opened his eyes and groaned. "Crap! How do they know?"
"Who?"
"The fangirls!"
John sighed as he raised his hand again. "They just do, Rodney. Somehow, they just do."