Fic: I'll let you reach for my saber, by acidpenguin46, Blue Cortina
Title: I'll let you reach for my saber
Author:
acidpenguin46
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Word Count: 100
Rating: Blue Cortina
Warning: A crackish drabble. Inspired by Star Wars. Make of that what you will. Oh, and sexual references.
Summary: Sam use his lips to get what he wants (although not in that way).
Spoilers: Not really, though it is definitely set post episode 2.08.
NOTES: Seeing "Return of the Jedi" for the first time in ages a couple of nights ago, in addition to the current crack-fest, inspired me. And again, my title fairies have deserted me.
I'll let you reach for my saber
“I’ll let you reach for my saber.”
“If that means what I think it means, yer such a little tart that you’ll let me do it anyway.”
“But I really think that you…”
“Look. If I wanted to see grown men play with glowing sticks I’d buy yer a glow-in-the-dark rubber Johnny. Now shut it.”
…
“Yer pouting don’t work on me Tyler.”
…
“Alright we’ll go, you ponce. But if you come out of there with a hard-on fer that Skywalker prick, I’m not doing anything about it. For a month.”
“Fine. Han Solo’s hotter anyway.
“Bloody Star Wars.”
Author:
acidpenguin46
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Word Count: 100
Rating: Blue Cortina
Warning: A crackish drabble. Inspired by Star Wars. Make of that what you will. Oh, and sexual references.
Summary: Sam use his lips to get what he wants (although not in that way).
Spoilers: Not really, though it is definitely set post episode 2.08.
NOTES: Seeing "Return of the Jedi" for the first time in ages a couple of nights ago, in addition to the current crack-fest, inspired me. And again, my title fairies have deserted me.
I'll let you reach for my saber
“I’ll let you reach for my saber.”
“If that means what I think it means, yer such a little tart that you’ll let me do it anyway.”
“But I really think that you…”
“Look. If I wanted to see grown men play with glowing sticks I’d buy yer a glow-in-the-dark rubber Johnny. Now shut it.”
…
“Yer pouting don’t work on me Tyler.”
…
“Alright we’ll go, you ponce. But if you come out of there with a hard-on fer that Skywalker prick, I’m not doing anything about it. For a month.”
“Fine. Han Solo’s hotter anyway.
“Bloody Star Wars.”