Three Kisses
The first three stories for my Kissing Meme! And the last story... I say just give it a chance, but I don't want anyone to read something that would gross them out. So if you want to avoid, no worries. :D
Title: Play Along
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen/James
Word Count: 387
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Helen/James, adventure (for penknife)
It was hardly an effort to follow the contact. He never looked back, and he made enough noise coughing and clearing his throat to cover sounds of their pursuit. It was only after he made contact with the buyer and turned around to go home that a problem arose. The street was too narrow for them to hope to remain unseen, and they couldn't duck down the alley and hope to catch him later. It was only sheer luck they'd found him in the first place. If they wanted to find out where he was keeping the Abnormal he was using to produce his drug, they would have to let him walk right past them.
James turned to her. "Play along," he said, and he guided her against the wall. "Mon tresor," he said loud enough for the man to hear. He brought his hand up to stroke her cheek and then leaned in, their faces close enough that she could feel his breath against her lips. Helen had her arms around him, pinned by his body against the wall. Her heart was pounding - surely just from the fact they had almost been discovered, and she looked into his eyes. But surely the man would be able to tell they were just standing. People didn't stand still when they were this close.
"Play along," she whispered back to him, and she kissed him. James made a surprised noise in his throat before he responded to the kiss, playing the part of a paramour well. Their kiss became truly passionate, Helen finally discovering what she had wondered for so long. James had one hand on her arm, the other on her hip.
"Give her a right good one, mate." Their target whistled, snorting and spitting once he was past them. Helen focused one small part of her mind on listening to his footsteps as he walked away. When he was far enough away for them to pursue without being discovered, she broke the kiss.
"James..." He brushed his lips along hers again, and Helen moaned as she responded with another kiss. "James, he's getting away."
He swallowed. "Right... sorry."
Helen was blushing in the darkness. There would be time enough to explore her reaction to their little subterfuge later. Right now they had an Abnormal to save.
Title: Never Go to Bed Angry
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen/Kate
Word Count: 486
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Kate/Helen, kiss and make up (for heart_never)
They all had their opinions. Henry thought Kate shouldn't have made the decision without consulting anyone. Will thought Helen would have agreed to her plan if she'd been given all the information. The fight started in the van on the way back to the Sanctuary, and both men were more than willing to take guard duty on their beast rather than get in the middle of the ladies. Kate was driving aggressively, cutting in and out of traffic to an orchestra of honking horns and shouted curses.
Will was the first one through the door when they got back to the Sanctuary. He waved the Big Guy off. "Do not get them started..."
"There is a chain of command for a reason," Helen shouted, echoing off the walls of the garage.
"Okay, next time I'll be more than happy to stand there and let Hank get eviscerated while I'm sketching out a battle plan. That'll be great."
"You have absolutely no respect for my authority."
"And you don't think I have a damn thing to offer this team on my own."
Big Guy rolled his eyes. He helped Will transfer the Abnormal to a transport pod while Henry grabbed the weapons and rushed off to check them back into the armory.
Will and Biggie took their time checking their new resident into the SHU and, when they were done, Will got the unpleasant job of reporting to Helen because he threw scissors and the Big Guy threw rock. His steps slowed as he neared the open door of his office, but there were no shouts echoing down the hall. He didn't hear the sound of splintering furniture. Maybe there had been a détente. He hoped. He prayed.
He pushed open the door and peered inside. Helen and Kate were standing in front of her desk, kissing softly. His eyebrows shot up toward his hairline. Even with the rumors that had been circulating through the Sanctuary, he wouldn't have expected to see this after the events earlier that night. He watched Helen softly brush her lips against Kate's, and Kate turned her head to return the move. Helen had her hands in Kate's hair, and Kate's arms were loosely wrapped around Helen's waist.
"I worry about you," Helen said.
"I can take care of myself."
Helen smiled and pressed her forehead to Kate's. "I know. But in the field--"
"I know. You're the boss. I should respect that. I'm sorry."
"Thank you. I'm sorry I reacted so..."
"Bitchy?"
"I was going to say explosively, but all right." She smiled. "Apology accepted."
"Ditto."
Will backed out of the doorway and headed quietly toward the elevators. The doors opened and Henry peeked warily out. "Dude. Is it--"
"Not now." He guided Henry back into the car. "Whatever you have should probably wait until morning."
"Aw, man. Are they still at it?"
"No. They kissed and made up."
Title: What God Gave Her
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/George Hammond
Word Count: 726
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: PG
Warnings: You may say ICK, but I don't think it has to be. I think I did it unicky, but feel free to avoid.
Prompt: Sam/General Hammond, not platonic
She waited in her upstairs bedroom, trying to act nonchalant. Her Dad had been in a hurry, checking his pager as he moved toward the door. "George is going to come by and pick something up out of the garage. He has a key to the side door, so he'll just slip in and out. Shouldn't bother you, but I didn't want you to hear it and think someone was breaking in. Okay, I have to go. Bye, Sam. Call if you need anything."
Mark was gone, too, which meant she would have the house all to herself. Well, her and her father's macho friend Major Hammond. She'd had a crush on him since she was old enough to realize why boys and girls were different. So what if he was older than her? She was seventeen, and that was close enough to an adult in her eyes. Maybe it would be in his, too. She had just realized how easily she could get what she wanted just by showing some leg, rolling her shoulders back to make her boobs stick out, and batting her eyelashes. Guys were simple and easy to manipulate.
So she put on her shortest skirt, which sadly wasn't all that short, and a tight white T-shirt, and watched for his truck out the window. Her heart pounded when she spotted him, and she nearly flew down the stairs to the garage.
Hammond was in his dress blues, and Sam felt a twinge in her belly. She didn't want to get into the psychology of her uniform kink. Her father wore a uniform, but it wasn't some daddy issue. It was a strong, confident man in clothes that were tailored to his muscular body that got her. She tried not to blush as she waved at him. "Hi, Major."
He smiled. "Hi, Sam. Your daddy said I could just slip in through the side door."
She lifted a shoulder. "It's no trouble. What did you need?"
"Couple of rods." He pointed to the fishing poles in the corner. "Heading out to the lake this weekend and Jacob insisted I try his out. Figured maybe it'll get him to shut up about it. No offense." He smiled and winked at her.
She waved him off and moved closer. "So, uh, you want to hang out a while? Dad's got a couple of beers in the fridge."
"I think I'll pass, thanks. Tell Jake thanks for the loan. I'll give him a review when I get back on Mon--"
Sam lunged at him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his lips. Hammond made a noise of surprise, his hands in the air, his eyes wide as he tried to retreat. The teenager clung to him, her lips pressed against his even though he was keeping his pressed tightly together. It was like he'd been dunked in water and didn't want to drown.
Sam finally relented and looked into his eyes, flush from the kiss. "Don't you like me?"
"I like you just fine, Sam. But I think this is... I think this is something we should avoid."
"Take me with you. To fish."
He laughed and shook his head. "Sam..." He brought his hands up and removed her arms from his shoulders. "Listen..."
"You don't like me."
"I'm too old for you. I'm your father's age."
"I don't care."
"I do. And your Dad would. And I think we should just forget this happened, okay?"
She closed her eyes so she wouldn't cry. She was just a kid to him, and that was all she would ever be.
"And Sam... I know what you think you're doing. You're trying to get what you want by using what God gave you. But you don't have to do that. Anything you want, you can get with what God really gave you." He kissed her forehead, right between her eyes. "You're certainly pretty enough to get what you want this way. But don't. Don't sell yourself short like that. Okay?"
She could only nod. He squeezed her shoulder, awkwardly took down the fishing pole, and waved goodbye to her. Sam watched him go, suddenly feeling ridiculous in her short skirt and tight tee. She put down the garage door after Major Hammond was back in his truck, and she went back upstairs to change.
Title: Play Along
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen/James
Word Count: 387
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Helen/James, adventure (for penknife)
It was hardly an effort to follow the contact. He never looked back, and he made enough noise coughing and clearing his throat to cover sounds of their pursuit. It was only after he made contact with the buyer and turned around to go home that a problem arose. The street was too narrow for them to hope to remain unseen, and they couldn't duck down the alley and hope to catch him later. It was only sheer luck they'd found him in the first place. If they wanted to find out where he was keeping the Abnormal he was using to produce his drug, they would have to let him walk right past them.
James turned to her. "Play along," he said, and he guided her against the wall. "Mon tresor," he said loud enough for the man to hear. He brought his hand up to stroke her cheek and then leaned in, their faces close enough that she could feel his breath against her lips. Helen had her arms around him, pinned by his body against the wall. Her heart was pounding - surely just from the fact they had almost been discovered, and she looked into his eyes. But surely the man would be able to tell they were just standing. People didn't stand still when they were this close.
"Play along," she whispered back to him, and she kissed him. James made a surprised noise in his throat before he responded to the kiss, playing the part of a paramour well. Their kiss became truly passionate, Helen finally discovering what she had wondered for so long. James had one hand on her arm, the other on her hip.
"Give her a right good one, mate." Their target whistled, snorting and spitting once he was past them. Helen focused one small part of her mind on listening to his footsteps as he walked away. When he was far enough away for them to pursue without being discovered, she broke the kiss.
"James..." He brushed his lips along hers again, and Helen moaned as she responded with another kiss. "James, he's getting away."
He swallowed. "Right... sorry."
Helen was blushing in the darkness. There would be time enough to explore her reaction to their little subterfuge later. Right now they had an Abnormal to save.
Title: Never Go to Bed Angry
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen/Kate
Word Count: 486
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Kate/Helen, kiss and make up (for heart_never)
They all had their opinions. Henry thought Kate shouldn't have made the decision without consulting anyone. Will thought Helen would have agreed to her plan if she'd been given all the information. The fight started in the van on the way back to the Sanctuary, and both men were more than willing to take guard duty on their beast rather than get in the middle of the ladies. Kate was driving aggressively, cutting in and out of traffic to an orchestra of honking horns and shouted curses.
Will was the first one through the door when they got back to the Sanctuary. He waved the Big Guy off. "Do not get them started..."
"There is a chain of command for a reason," Helen shouted, echoing off the walls of the garage.
"Okay, next time I'll be more than happy to stand there and let Hank get eviscerated while I'm sketching out a battle plan. That'll be great."
"You have absolutely no respect for my authority."
"And you don't think I have a damn thing to offer this team on my own."
Big Guy rolled his eyes. He helped Will transfer the Abnormal to a transport pod while Henry grabbed the weapons and rushed off to check them back into the armory.
Will and Biggie took their time checking their new resident into the SHU and, when they were done, Will got the unpleasant job of reporting to Helen because he threw scissors and the Big Guy threw rock. His steps slowed as he neared the open door of his office, but there were no shouts echoing down the hall. He didn't hear the sound of splintering furniture. Maybe there had been a détente. He hoped. He prayed.
He pushed open the door and peered inside. Helen and Kate were standing in front of her desk, kissing softly. His eyebrows shot up toward his hairline. Even with the rumors that had been circulating through the Sanctuary, he wouldn't have expected to see this after the events earlier that night. He watched Helen softly brush her lips against Kate's, and Kate turned her head to return the move. Helen had her hands in Kate's hair, and Kate's arms were loosely wrapped around Helen's waist.
"I worry about you," Helen said.
"I can take care of myself."
Helen smiled and pressed her forehead to Kate's. "I know. But in the field--"
"I know. You're the boss. I should respect that. I'm sorry."
"Thank you. I'm sorry I reacted so..."
"Bitchy?"
"I was going to say explosively, but all right." She smiled. "Apology accepted."
"Ditto."
Will backed out of the doorway and headed quietly toward the elevators. The doors opened and Henry peeked warily out. "Dude. Is it--"
"Not now." He guided Henry back into the car. "Whatever you have should probably wait until morning."
"Aw, man. Are they still at it?"
"No. They kissed and made up."
Title: What God Gave Her
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/George Hammond
Word Count: 726
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: PG
Warnings: You may say ICK, but I don't think it has to be. I think I did it unicky, but feel free to avoid.
Prompt: Sam/General Hammond, not platonic
She waited in her upstairs bedroom, trying to act nonchalant. Her Dad had been in a hurry, checking his pager as he moved toward the door. "George is going to come by and pick something up out of the garage. He has a key to the side door, so he'll just slip in and out. Shouldn't bother you, but I didn't want you to hear it and think someone was breaking in. Okay, I have to go. Bye, Sam. Call if you need anything."
Mark was gone, too, which meant she would have the house all to herself. Well, her and her father's macho friend Major Hammond. She'd had a crush on him since she was old enough to realize why boys and girls were different. So what if he was older than her? She was seventeen, and that was close enough to an adult in her eyes. Maybe it would be in his, too. She had just realized how easily she could get what she wanted just by showing some leg, rolling her shoulders back to make her boobs stick out, and batting her eyelashes. Guys were simple and easy to manipulate.
So she put on her shortest skirt, which sadly wasn't all that short, and a tight white T-shirt, and watched for his truck out the window. Her heart pounded when she spotted him, and she nearly flew down the stairs to the garage.
Hammond was in his dress blues, and Sam felt a twinge in her belly. She didn't want to get into the psychology of her uniform kink. Her father wore a uniform, but it wasn't some daddy issue. It was a strong, confident man in clothes that were tailored to his muscular body that got her. She tried not to blush as she waved at him. "Hi, Major."
He smiled. "Hi, Sam. Your daddy said I could just slip in through the side door."
She lifted a shoulder. "It's no trouble. What did you need?"
"Couple of rods." He pointed to the fishing poles in the corner. "Heading out to the lake this weekend and Jacob insisted I try his out. Figured maybe it'll get him to shut up about it. No offense." He smiled and winked at her.
She waved him off and moved closer. "So, uh, you want to hang out a while? Dad's got a couple of beers in the fridge."
"I think I'll pass, thanks. Tell Jake thanks for the loan. I'll give him a review when I get back on Mon--"
Sam lunged at him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his lips. Hammond made a noise of surprise, his hands in the air, his eyes wide as he tried to retreat. The teenager clung to him, her lips pressed against his even though he was keeping his pressed tightly together. It was like he'd been dunked in water and didn't want to drown.
Sam finally relented and looked into his eyes, flush from the kiss. "Don't you like me?"
"I like you just fine, Sam. But I think this is... I think this is something we should avoid."
"Take me with you. To fish."
He laughed and shook his head. "Sam..." He brought his hands up and removed her arms from his shoulders. "Listen..."
"You don't like me."
"I'm too old for you. I'm your father's age."
"I don't care."
"I do. And your Dad would. And I think we should just forget this happened, okay?"
She closed her eyes so she wouldn't cry. She was just a kid to him, and that was all she would ever be.
"And Sam... I know what you think you're doing. You're trying to get what you want by using what God gave you. But you don't have to do that. Anything you want, you can get with what God really gave you." He kissed her forehead, right between her eyes. "You're certainly pretty enough to get what you want this way. But don't. Don't sell yourself short like that. Okay?"
She could only nod. He squeezed her shoulder, awkwardly took down the fishing pole, and waved goodbye to her. Sam watched him go, suddenly feeling ridiculous in her short skirt and tight tee. She put down the garage door after Major Hammond was back in his truck, and she went back upstairs to change.