Buffygate Fic: Tormenting 84/100
Title: Tormenting 84/100
Author: Polgara
Rating: PG
TtH Prompt: #52 Evil
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Stargate SG-1
Wordcount: 280
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: Cameron is slowly going insane.
Tormenting
Cameron fought the urge to groan as he watched Buffy out of the corner of his eye. She was fiddling with her ink pen… again. One minute she’d have it clasped between her lips, only to remove it and with a delicate flick of her tongue, wet her lips. It was a process that she would repeat over and over.
He swore that she was evil. That she was trying to drive him crazy. Ever since Halloween a week ago, it seemed that every little thing she did was enticing. Every time she’d stretch her arms above her head, her shirt inevitably raised enough to show the expanse of her firm belly. She’d tilt her head just so as she listened to him to cause her hair to fall back and reveal the tempting skin of her neck. Skin that was just begging to be nibbled on.
Not that it wasn’t hard for her to garner his attention in the first place. It just seemed to be happening more frequently. The casual touches they shared only seemed to heighten his awareness of her. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to become a liability to his own team.
“If everyone is clear, you leave in two hours,” Landry said, wrapping up the pre-mission briefing.
Cameron quickly stood as the General rose from his seat and went into his office. He turned to look at the door in time to see Buffy drop the pen she had been tormenting him with. She leaned over to retrieve the lost article, giving him a clear view of how her pants hugged her ass.
She was definitely evil. Boy was he in trouble.
Author: Polgara
Rating: PG
TtH Prompt: #52 Evil
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Stargate SG-1
Wordcount: 280
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: Cameron is slowly going insane.
Tormenting
Cameron fought the urge to groan as he watched Buffy out of the corner of his eye. She was fiddling with her ink pen… again. One minute she’d have it clasped between her lips, only to remove it and with a delicate flick of her tongue, wet her lips. It was a process that she would repeat over and over.
He swore that she was evil. That she was trying to drive him crazy. Ever since Halloween a week ago, it seemed that every little thing she did was enticing. Every time she’d stretch her arms above her head, her shirt inevitably raised enough to show the expanse of her firm belly. She’d tilt her head just so as she listened to him to cause her hair to fall back and reveal the tempting skin of her neck. Skin that was just begging to be nibbled on.
Not that it wasn’t hard for her to garner his attention in the first place. It just seemed to be happening more frequently. The casual touches they shared only seemed to heighten his awareness of her. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to become a liability to his own team.
“If everyone is clear, you leave in two hours,” Landry said, wrapping up the pre-mission briefing.
Cameron quickly stood as the General rose from his seat and went into his office. He turned to look at the door in time to see Buffy drop the pen she had been tormenting him with. She leaned over to retrieve the lost article, giving him a clear view of how her pants hugged her ass.
She was definitely evil. Boy was he in trouble.