What a Way to Go - R - BtVS/SGA - Dawn/Ronon
Title: What a Way to Go
Author: Vesica
Rating: R
Word Count: 200
The Porn Battle (Best of Three) Fandom, Pairing & Prompt: BtVS/Stargate Atlantis, Dawn/Ronon, beckon
tthdrabbles Challenge: #47: Inclement Weather
Fic-For-All Pairing: Dawn/Ronon (Stargate Atlantis)
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes.
Summary: Either Dawn’s been spending too much time with Faith or the Summers women are just naturally devious.
They’ve been stuck in these freezing huts on this snow-covered planet for two weeks and the negotiations aren’t going anywhere, but that’s not the problem.
The problem is Dawn Summers, draped across a pile of furs in a tiny, too-tight shirt and no underwear.
He knows she’s not wearing underwear because she threw them at him when her best come-hither look and a beckoning finger failed.
“Come to bed - I’m freezing.”
He doesn’t move. “Then maybe you should put more clothing on.”
“Didn’t see you objecting last night.”
“Your sister will kill me.” Or so Faith had said at dinner.
He’s never met Buffy Summers, but having sparred with Faith, he can say he doesn’t want to meet Buffy when she’s mad.
“Oh please - I was there for her parade of boyfriends. She can’t say diddly-squat. Besides, I’m 24. I can do what - and who - I please.”
Dawn sighed, “You going to sit over there all night?”
“Maybe.”
“Fine.” She’s pouting, but the sulk slides into a rather cunning look.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to watch,” she smirks, slipping a hand between her legs.
Well, he was going to die someday. Might as well go happy.
END.
Author: Vesica
Rating: R
Word Count: 200
The Porn Battle (Best of Three) Fandom, Pairing & Prompt: BtVS/Stargate Atlantis, Dawn/Ronon, beckon
tthdrabbles Challenge: #47: Inclement Weather
Fic-For-All Pairing: Dawn/Ronon (Stargate Atlantis)
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes.
Summary: Either Dawn’s been spending too much time with Faith or the Summers women are just naturally devious.
They’ve been stuck in these freezing huts on this snow-covered planet for two weeks and the negotiations aren’t going anywhere, but that’s not the problem.
The problem is Dawn Summers, draped across a pile of furs in a tiny, too-tight shirt and no underwear.
He knows she’s not wearing underwear because she threw them at him when her best come-hither look and a beckoning finger failed.
“Come to bed - I’m freezing.”
He doesn’t move. “Then maybe you should put more clothing on.”
“Didn’t see you objecting last night.”
“Your sister will kill me.” Or so Faith had said at dinner.
He’s never met Buffy Summers, but having sparred with Faith, he can say he doesn’t want to meet Buffy when she’s mad.
“Oh please - I was there for her parade of boyfriends. She can’t say diddly-squat. Besides, I’m 24. I can do what - and who - I please.”
Dawn sighed, “You going to sit over there all night?”
“Maybe.”
“Fine.” She’s pouting, but the sulk slides into a rather cunning look.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to watch,” she smirks, slipping a hand between her legs.
Well, he was going to die someday. Might as well go happy.
END.