Buffygate Fic: Dancing 82/100
Title: Dancing 82/100
Author: Polgara
Rating: PG
TtH Prompt: #51 Sin
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Stargate SG-1
Wordcount: 245
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: My site - Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Takes place in season nine of SG-1, so definitely new characters and situations. Plus anything before is fair game. Everything of Buffy is fair game.
A/N: This was written for the tth100. Hopefully, all of these entries will be loosely linked together.
Series: Buffygate
Summary: The night continues on.
Dancing
Cameron was seriously regretting his choice of costume. The tight, black underwear did little to hide his growing interest in Buffy. It was just that he couldn’t pass up this opportunity. He had gone to Rocky Horror showings before, but had never dressed up because those who had gone with him before had refused.
Now, here he was. At a bar with Buffy and he was unable to dance with her. Well, at least without showing the world how much he was enjoying it.
From his perch on the bar stool, he watched Vala and Buffy dance. There should probably be some sort of law against those kinds of moves. He was surprised that there weren’t more men watching them. They were poetry in motion. Sinful poetry. But poetry nonetheless.
“Why aren’t you dancing?” Daniel asked, taking advantage of the empty barstool next to him.
Cameron held up his beer. “Thirsty.”
“You know they’re going to drag us out there eventually, right?” Daniel asked, watching the girls move.
“I figured as much,” Cameron said. His eyes glazed over slightly as the two women danced closer together. “Vala seems to have picked up the dancing style.”
“Lucky me,” Daniel said dryly.
“Hope you can keep up when they get us out there, ‘cause I don’t think I’ll be able to. Especially not in these shoes.”
“And yet women do it all the time,” Daniel pointed out.
Vala and Buffy had both opted for extremely high heels that evening. Buffy’s slayer grace made every move effortless and Cameron began to wonder if she was like that in everything she did.
He closed his eyes against the mental slap his grandmother would have given him for those kinds of thoughts. It was wrong to think such sinful thoughts - especially about one of his teammates. No matter how hot she was. His nana would be so disappointed in him.
Author: Polgara
Rating: PG
TtH Prompt: #51 Sin
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Stargate SG-1
Wordcount: 245
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: My site - Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: Takes place in season nine of SG-1, so definitely new characters and situations. Plus anything before is fair game. Everything of Buffy is fair game.
A/N: This was written for the tth100. Hopefully, all of these entries will be loosely linked together.
Series: Buffygate
Summary: The night continues on.
Dancing
Cameron was seriously regretting his choice of costume. The tight, black underwear did little to hide his growing interest in Buffy. It was just that he couldn’t pass up this opportunity. He had gone to Rocky Horror showings before, but had never dressed up because those who had gone with him before had refused.
Now, here he was. At a bar with Buffy and he was unable to dance with her. Well, at least without showing the world how much he was enjoying it.
From his perch on the bar stool, he watched Vala and Buffy dance. There should probably be some sort of law against those kinds of moves. He was surprised that there weren’t more men watching them. They were poetry in motion. Sinful poetry. But poetry nonetheless.
“Why aren’t you dancing?” Daniel asked, taking advantage of the empty barstool next to him.
Cameron held up his beer. “Thirsty.”
“You know they’re going to drag us out there eventually, right?” Daniel asked, watching the girls move.
“I figured as much,” Cameron said. His eyes glazed over slightly as the two women danced closer together. “Vala seems to have picked up the dancing style.”
“Lucky me,” Daniel said dryly.
“Hope you can keep up when they get us out there, ‘cause I don’t think I’ll be able to. Especially not in these shoes.”
“And yet women do it all the time,” Daniel pointed out.
Vala and Buffy had both opted for extremely high heels that evening. Buffy’s slayer grace made every move effortless and Cameron began to wonder if she was like that in everything she did.
He closed his eyes against the mental slap his grandmother would have given him for those kinds of thoughts. It was wrong to think such sinful thoughts - especially about one of his teammates. No matter how hot she was. His nana would be so disappointed in him.