FanFic100: #012 Orange
Title: Drinkin' buddy
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Cadman/Lorne
Prompt: #012 Orange
Word Count: 1.881
Rating: M
Summary: Drunk and disorderly, Lorne/Cadman style...
Author's Notes: You know what this is (apart from the pre-last Fanfic100-piece, I mean)? It's - yes - a Shock and Awe piece (i.e. a twiniverse story). Because, you know, mackenziesmomma wanted the story of the actual conception (only so she could force me to write drunken smut...). Here it is then. Hope you like it.
Also: Adult content warning. Seriously, I'm not kidding. If you don't like adult stuff and smut (or aren't old enough for it), you probably shouldn't read this. Just saying, you know.
And here's the LDT.
Drinkin’ buddy
“She's my drinkin' buddy
She's got tight blue jeans
Long blond hair
And she's a cowboy's dream.”
Gord Bamford, “Drinkin’ Buddy”
Giggling, she leans against him and he can’t help but chuckle and tell her between gasps, “God, I loved Rodney’s face when you called him a dodo brain.”
“What? He totally deserved it for calling me a crackpot with a… something about fix… fixation and buildings and booms.” Her speech is a bit slurred and for some reason he finds it really adorable… in fact, he has been doing it ever since the alcohol had started to take its effect on her. She giggles again and a little unsteadily she lets go of him to try and walk straight on her own. It’s a big pity she does and he would have told her so… if he hadn't been too distracted by those blazing hazel eyes and the mane of soft red-golden hair he’d wanted to bury his hands in the whole evening.
Well, that and the tipsy grin and the uneven walking and the fits of giggling… Oh. Huh. His quarters. Somehow he has trouble remembering how they got here so fast… but then again things had been a little fuzzy even before they left Hayley’s party and he’s past caring. There are much more pressing matters anyway. Namely… having to say good night to Cadman when he doesn’t want to let her go just yet. Somewhere in his slightly intoxicated brain a thought slowly resurfaces… something about it being a bad idea to think about Cadman like that… and then it’s gone.
“Well then… thanks for walking me home, Lieu… Li… Cadman.” Mh… maybe he’s a little bit more drunk than he thought.
“Been a pleasure, sir. Just thought I’d repay your favor and all.” She gives him one of those smug and self-confident grins she hands out by the dozen… and that always captivate him.
Usually… he thumps the thought down but today something makes him say, “So… coffee?” And really just coffee, of course.
She makes a show of taking a minute to think about it and then she says, “Yeah, you sure make a wicked one.” Then… suddenly… there’s a glint in her eyes that makes him lightheaded… in a totally different way from how the alcohol did. “You did mean that steaming black liquid stuff when you said coffee, right?”
“Sure. Unless… you want to add disorderly to drunk.” Oh God. Where did that come from? And he didn’t just give her a suggestive smile, right? Crap. He should take that back, right now… he has no idea why but he should really take it back. Except… he can’t because his tongue suddenly seems to be unable to move and… Cadman… just went for his mouth and she’s kissing him and…
Before he knows it, they’re inside his quarters, kissing like mad and he has her against his door. God… feels good… want more… Oh, is Cadman suddenly psychic? How did she know this would be the perfect moment to slip her hand beneath his shirt?
Still dimly aware of the fact that something about this is a very stupid idea, he goes straight for the buckle of her belt while trying to keep kissing her because suddenly he feels like he can’t live another day if he has to go of her lips now. Unfortunately, his hands don’t quite obey him and after a few unsuccessful tries he has to momentarily stop with the kissing.
Cadman, upon realizing what exactly is his problem bursts out snorting and laughing. Throwing her a dismayed look only makes her laugh harder but before he can demand an explanation, she says, still laughing, “Told you not to go against rule number three, Major.” He just raises an eyebrow, not very keen on continuing this conversation. He’d really rather continue that other thing they were just having. “Never get into a drinking match with a Marine, you noink.”
“What the hell is a… I’ll give you noink, Miss Loony Baloony.” With that he launches at the buckle again and this time it’s surprisingly easy to wrestle that damn thing open. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she actually keeps still for a moment. Look who got the better of her in the department of name calling.
However, his success is short-lived as she tries her best at beating him in the undressing game. With surprisingly nifty fingers she’s always a step ahead of him, making it increasingly difficult for him to focus on his part of this game. Oh God, her hands on his skin… hands he loves to watch fly over keyboards, picking at food, cradling a mug of coffee… “Poor Parrish.” Oops.
Hopefully she hadn’t heard… “What, why?” Damn, she had and now she stopped touching him and unfortunately not getting touched by her is even worse than those fingers on his skin driving him insane.
Maybe it would help if he gave her his best evil grin… so he tries it and says, “Because he'll never know what he missed out on.”
“You mean… what you deprived him off, don’t you?” She’s doing this on purpose, isn't she? This stalling business and not getting where he’s sure they both want thing and all that… she must be doing it on purpose.
“So what?” he growls. “You didn’t seem to mind the rescue. Well, the morning after, anyway.” Somehow… this growling… has an amazing effect on her.
“Right.” With renewed vigor, she moves to finish the undressing she started and he uses it to free her of those cumbersome things they call clothes. Actually… the intensity of the undressing has become strong enough that it’s a miracle they make it to the bed and not get into it full force right there at his door.
As they sink down on the bed, his totally screwed up brain somehow manages to remember this teeny tiny insignificant detail called ‘birth control’ and out of habit he reaches for his nightstand’s drawer. It’s quite an accomplishment, actually, because beneath him Cadman - Laura - is doing her best to keep him occupied. Holy fucking crap, where are the damn… “Protection?” he manages to grunt after giving her another searing kiss that elicits a delicious moan from her.
All she does is pause slightly and look at him with eyes fogged by desire and ask, “Mh?” Ah, fuck it. Fuck it all because Atlantis women are on Pegasus Pills anyway so what could happen, anyway? Also, feeling all of her is all he wants right now.
Letting go of all inhibitions - well, those the alcohol hadn't made disappear, anyway - he only murmurs, “Never mind,” and buries his head between her breasts to kiss the small spot between them. He feels her arch towards him, feels her hands on his back, her fingernails digging into his back… he gets as far down as the little butterfly tattoo - what is that doing there? - and the equally ominous scar just above her navel when she seems to have enough of only being on the receiving end.
Clutching the hair at the back of his head, she pulls him up… it doesn’t hurt but it’s forceful enough to make him stop and give her a chance to turn tables on him. She sits up, runs her hands over his shoulders and goes straight for his neck. For a split second he’s torn between throwing back his head and burying his face in her hair but in the end the masses of golden strands win and he pulls her towards him, delving right into them.
Jesus, she smells good. Sea and sweat, soap and oranges… and she feels so good as well. The hair’s as smooth as he hoped it would be, the skin’s hot and delightfully moist with sweat… he just can’t get enough of that. And he can’t get enough of those lips seemingly all over him and the little moans and gasps she gives him whenever he hits a sensitive spot - actually, by now her whole body seems to be one big sensitive spot - and the fact that she just managed to turn him on his back and is now straddling him.
She bends down, her face illuminated by the moon from outside. Oddly enough, despite the growing arousal he notices the little detail of the light reflecting in her eyes, making them look like they are ablaze. He reaches up to pull her towards him… not taking in account the effect of her shifting her stance to accommodate him. A sharp intake of breath and a choked moan are his reactions to the hot sensation she caused which starts to spread out from his mid-section to the rest of his body.
“Laura…” he manages to get out, almost a plea to her for slowing down the onslaught on his senses - after kissing him nearly senseless she had moved on to devouring him with her lips while always keeping on moving her body. Sadly enough, his plea is actually having an effect because she changes her tactic almost immediately.
One moment she seems to be all over him and the next she concentrates on single spots, one at a time… torturing him with those cool fingers of hers, a little calloused and it’s this small detail that drives him towards the edge - feeling the slightly raspy texture whenever she touches him. Okay… okay, that’s it. He really can’t bear that any longer. Growling again he takes the initiative again.
As she moves to tease him with yet another kiss, he seizes his chance. Drawing him towards her again, he manages to roll them over, half anticipating she won’t let him to keep on tormenting him but all she does is hold on tight to him, even wrapping her legs around him, her breathing becoming more erratic by the moment and it’s all the invitation he needs to move along with her.
The hot sensation that he had kept barely in check becomes too overwhelming and he finally surrenders to it. And… there’s simply no way to describe it so he just lets himself go with the flow… well, after surviving an explosion that surpassed everything he would have expected of Laura, that is. He wishes… he wishes he could linger in this wonderful Neverneverland of drunken bliss that has nothing to do with alcohol…
But eventually exhaustion, tiredness and residual alcohol demand their tribute and slowly he comes back into the real world. He half expects a snarky or at least ironic comment from her but it never comes. Instead, she doesn’t let him go at first, hugging him close to her. Drinking in her scent again - now less clean, tangier but still breathtaking - he lets her but something tells him he can’t stay on top of her for all eternity… although he’d very much like to.
Exhausted and nearly asleep, he slides half off her. With a deep content sigh, she turns towards him and without thinking he puts an arm around her to draw her close, their legs still entangled. His last dazed and still slightly drunken thought before finally drifting off is that this was really a very stupid idea… but oh so worth it.
~*~
TBC in Two Means Three
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Cadman/Lorne
Prompt: #012 Orange
Word Count: 1.881
Rating: M
Summary: Drunk and disorderly, Lorne/Cadman style...
Author's Notes: You know what this is (apart from the pre-last Fanfic100-piece, I mean)? It's - yes - a Shock and Awe piece (i.e. a twiniverse story). Because, you know, mackenziesmomma wanted the story of the actual conception (only so she could force me to write drunken smut...). Here it is then. Hope you like it.
Also: Adult content warning. Seriously, I'm not kidding. If you don't like adult stuff and smut (or aren't old enough for it), you probably shouldn't read this. Just saying, you know.
And here's the LDT.
Drinkin’ buddy
“She's my drinkin' buddy
She's got tight blue jeans
Long blond hair
And she's a cowboy's dream.”
Gord Bamford, “Drinkin’ Buddy”
Giggling, she leans against him and he can’t help but chuckle and tell her between gasps, “God, I loved Rodney’s face when you called him a dodo brain.”
“What? He totally deserved it for calling me a crackpot with a… something about fix… fixation and buildings and booms.” Her speech is a bit slurred and for some reason he finds it really adorable… in fact, he has been doing it ever since the alcohol had started to take its effect on her. She giggles again and a little unsteadily she lets go of him to try and walk straight on her own. It’s a big pity she does and he would have told her so… if he hadn't been too distracted by those blazing hazel eyes and the mane of soft red-golden hair he’d wanted to bury his hands in the whole evening.
Well, that and the tipsy grin and the uneven walking and the fits of giggling… Oh. Huh. His quarters. Somehow he has trouble remembering how they got here so fast… but then again things had been a little fuzzy even before they left Hayley’s party and he’s past caring. There are much more pressing matters anyway. Namely… having to say good night to Cadman when he doesn’t want to let her go just yet. Somewhere in his slightly intoxicated brain a thought slowly resurfaces… something about it being a bad idea to think about Cadman like that… and then it’s gone.
“Well then… thanks for walking me home, Lieu… Li… Cadman.” Mh… maybe he’s a little bit more drunk than he thought.
“Been a pleasure, sir. Just thought I’d repay your favor and all.” She gives him one of those smug and self-confident grins she hands out by the dozen… and that always captivate him.
Usually… he thumps the thought down but today something makes him say, “So… coffee?” And really just coffee, of course.
She makes a show of taking a minute to think about it and then she says, “Yeah, you sure make a wicked one.” Then… suddenly… there’s a glint in her eyes that makes him lightheaded… in a totally different way from how the alcohol did. “You did mean that steaming black liquid stuff when you said coffee, right?”
“Sure. Unless… you want to add disorderly to drunk.” Oh God. Where did that come from? And he didn’t just give her a suggestive smile, right? Crap. He should take that back, right now… he has no idea why but he should really take it back. Except… he can’t because his tongue suddenly seems to be unable to move and… Cadman… just went for his mouth and she’s kissing him and…
Before he knows it, they’re inside his quarters, kissing like mad and he has her against his door. God… feels good… want more… Oh, is Cadman suddenly psychic? How did she know this would be the perfect moment to slip her hand beneath his shirt?
Still dimly aware of the fact that something about this is a very stupid idea, he goes straight for the buckle of her belt while trying to keep kissing her because suddenly he feels like he can’t live another day if he has to go of her lips now. Unfortunately, his hands don’t quite obey him and after a few unsuccessful tries he has to momentarily stop with the kissing.
Cadman, upon realizing what exactly is his problem bursts out snorting and laughing. Throwing her a dismayed look only makes her laugh harder but before he can demand an explanation, she says, still laughing, “Told you not to go against rule number three, Major.” He just raises an eyebrow, not very keen on continuing this conversation. He’d really rather continue that other thing they were just having. “Never get into a drinking match with a Marine, you noink.”
“What the hell is a… I’ll give you noink, Miss Loony Baloony.” With that he launches at the buckle again and this time it’s surprisingly easy to wrestle that damn thing open. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she actually keeps still for a moment. Look who got the better of her in the department of name calling.
However, his success is short-lived as she tries her best at beating him in the undressing game. With surprisingly nifty fingers she’s always a step ahead of him, making it increasingly difficult for him to focus on his part of this game. Oh God, her hands on his skin… hands he loves to watch fly over keyboards, picking at food, cradling a mug of coffee… “Poor Parrish.” Oops.
Hopefully she hadn’t heard… “What, why?” Damn, she had and now she stopped touching him and unfortunately not getting touched by her is even worse than those fingers on his skin driving him insane.
Maybe it would help if he gave her his best evil grin… so he tries it and says, “Because he'll never know what he missed out on.”
“You mean… what you deprived him off, don’t you?” She’s doing this on purpose, isn't she? This stalling business and not getting where he’s sure they both want thing and all that… she must be doing it on purpose.
“So what?” he growls. “You didn’t seem to mind the rescue. Well, the morning after, anyway.” Somehow… this growling… has an amazing effect on her.
“Right.” With renewed vigor, she moves to finish the undressing she started and he uses it to free her of those cumbersome things they call clothes. Actually… the intensity of the undressing has become strong enough that it’s a miracle they make it to the bed and not get into it full force right there at his door.
As they sink down on the bed, his totally screwed up brain somehow manages to remember this teeny tiny insignificant detail called ‘birth control’ and out of habit he reaches for his nightstand’s drawer. It’s quite an accomplishment, actually, because beneath him Cadman - Laura - is doing her best to keep him occupied. Holy fucking crap, where are the damn… “Protection?” he manages to grunt after giving her another searing kiss that elicits a delicious moan from her.
All she does is pause slightly and look at him with eyes fogged by desire and ask, “Mh?” Ah, fuck it. Fuck it all because Atlantis women are on Pegasus Pills anyway so what could happen, anyway? Also, feeling all of her is all he wants right now.
Letting go of all inhibitions - well, those the alcohol hadn't made disappear, anyway - he only murmurs, “Never mind,” and buries his head between her breasts to kiss the small spot between them. He feels her arch towards him, feels her hands on his back, her fingernails digging into his back… he gets as far down as the little butterfly tattoo - what is that doing there? - and the equally ominous scar just above her navel when she seems to have enough of only being on the receiving end.
Clutching the hair at the back of his head, she pulls him up… it doesn’t hurt but it’s forceful enough to make him stop and give her a chance to turn tables on him. She sits up, runs her hands over his shoulders and goes straight for his neck. For a split second he’s torn between throwing back his head and burying his face in her hair but in the end the masses of golden strands win and he pulls her towards him, delving right into them.
Jesus, she smells good. Sea and sweat, soap and oranges… and she feels so good as well. The hair’s as smooth as he hoped it would be, the skin’s hot and delightfully moist with sweat… he just can’t get enough of that. And he can’t get enough of those lips seemingly all over him and the little moans and gasps she gives him whenever he hits a sensitive spot - actually, by now her whole body seems to be one big sensitive spot - and the fact that she just managed to turn him on his back and is now straddling him.
She bends down, her face illuminated by the moon from outside. Oddly enough, despite the growing arousal he notices the little detail of the light reflecting in her eyes, making them look like they are ablaze. He reaches up to pull her towards him… not taking in account the effect of her shifting her stance to accommodate him. A sharp intake of breath and a choked moan are his reactions to the hot sensation she caused which starts to spread out from his mid-section to the rest of his body.
“Laura…” he manages to get out, almost a plea to her for slowing down the onslaught on his senses - after kissing him nearly senseless she had moved on to devouring him with her lips while always keeping on moving her body. Sadly enough, his plea is actually having an effect because she changes her tactic almost immediately.
One moment she seems to be all over him and the next she concentrates on single spots, one at a time… torturing him with those cool fingers of hers, a little calloused and it’s this small detail that drives him towards the edge - feeling the slightly raspy texture whenever she touches him. Okay… okay, that’s it. He really can’t bear that any longer. Growling again he takes the initiative again.
As she moves to tease him with yet another kiss, he seizes his chance. Drawing him towards her again, he manages to roll them over, half anticipating she won’t let him to keep on tormenting him but all she does is hold on tight to him, even wrapping her legs around him, her breathing becoming more erratic by the moment and it’s all the invitation he needs to move along with her.
The hot sensation that he had kept barely in check becomes too overwhelming and he finally surrenders to it. And… there’s simply no way to describe it so he just lets himself go with the flow… well, after surviving an explosion that surpassed everything he would have expected of Laura, that is. He wishes… he wishes he could linger in this wonderful Neverneverland of drunken bliss that has nothing to do with alcohol…
But eventually exhaustion, tiredness and residual alcohol demand their tribute and slowly he comes back into the real world. He half expects a snarky or at least ironic comment from her but it never comes. Instead, she doesn’t let him go at first, hugging him close to her. Drinking in her scent again - now less clean, tangier but still breathtaking - he lets her but something tells him he can’t stay on top of her for all eternity… although he’d very much like to.
Exhausted and nearly asleep, he slides half off her. With a deep content sigh, she turns towards him and without thinking he puts an arm around her to draw her close, their legs still entangled. His last dazed and still slightly drunken thought before finally drifting off is that this was really a very stupid idea… but oh so worth it.
~*~
TBC in Two Means Three