The Game - BtVS/SG-1 - Faith & Vala (non-paired) - PG
Heya! I actually got one to stay at 200 words. Also, this satisfies one of the Fic-For-All pairings over at Twisting the Hellmouth. Guess I will just save these up and post them all at once over at tthdrabbles, as instructed. Yes - that does imply there really are more Stargate crossover drabbles to come. It's like a miracle!! Ves is actually writing!!
Title: The Game
Author: Vesica
Rating: FR-13/PG
Fandom/Characters: BtVS/Stargate SG-1
Fic-For-All Pairing: Faith & Vala Mal Doran
tthdrabbles Challenge: #43: Thirteen
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes.
Word count: 200
Summary: There’s a reason these two never met…and now we know why.
Vala took a deep breath, her breasts straining against her leather bodice.
A member of SG-4 walked into a table.
Faith gave one of the techs a long, slow once over.
He managed to miss his chair entirely as he sat down.
Vala caught the eye of a young man across the way, slowly licking her lips.
He choked on his corn flakes.
Not missing a beat, Faith hooked her foot around one of the legs of Vala’s chair and pulled her closer. Her hand on Vala’s leg, she curled her fingers around the leather-clad thigh as her tongue flicked Vala’s ear.
She grinned as three separate trays clattered to the floor.
Faith smirked, “That’s thirteen- to your ten.”
“You mean twelve,” Vala countered. “Daniel doesn’t count. He spills coffee on himself all the time. It had nothing to do with you.”
Faith shrugged. “It’s still thirteen.”
The radio interrupted before Vala could argue.
“Ladies, my infirmary is full of men injured walking around the SGC - AGAIN…”
Vala tried to sound innocent. “Oh?”
Dr. Lam wasn’t buying it. “Game over, ladies. The loser has ten minutes to get down here and help.”
Vala shrugged. There was always tomorrow.
END.
Title: The Game
Author: Vesica
Rating: FR-13/PG
Fandom/Characters: BtVS/Stargate SG-1
Fic-For-All Pairing: Faith & Vala Mal Doran
tthdrabbles Challenge: #43: Thirteen
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes.
Word count: 200
Summary: There’s a reason these two never met…and now we know why.
Vala took a deep breath, her breasts straining against her leather bodice.
A member of SG-4 walked into a table.
Faith gave one of the techs a long, slow once over.
He managed to miss his chair entirely as he sat down.
Vala caught the eye of a young man across the way, slowly licking her lips.
He choked on his corn flakes.
Not missing a beat, Faith hooked her foot around one of the legs of Vala’s chair and pulled her closer. Her hand on Vala’s leg, she curled her fingers around the leather-clad thigh as her tongue flicked Vala’s ear.
She grinned as three separate trays clattered to the floor.
Faith smirked, “That’s thirteen- to your ten.”
“You mean twelve,” Vala countered. “Daniel doesn’t count. He spills coffee on himself all the time. It had nothing to do with you.”
Faith shrugged. “It’s still thirteen.”
The radio interrupted before Vala could argue.
“Ladies, my infirmary is full of men injured walking around the SGC - AGAIN…”
Vala tried to sound innocent. “Oh?”
Dr. Lam wasn’t buying it. “Game over, ladies. The loser has ten minutes to get down here and help.”
Vala shrugged. There was always tomorrow.
END.