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Three SGA Drabbles
Three completely unrelated drabbles of exactly 100 words each. These have been sitting on my computer for a bit, so I figured it was time to post them. Usual disclaimers apply: Not mine, not making any profit, yada.
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Title: Customs
Genre: Team
Rating: PG-13
“Do you think they’re making it up?” Rodney asks.
John tries to figure out what he means, but eventually gives up and asks, “Making what up?”
Rodney gestures over to where their two teammates are convening, absolutely evil smiles upon their faces. “All these supposed Pegasus customs,” he clarifies, shivering slightly. “Isn’t it a bit convenient that they always happen to be exactly what those two want to do?”
John shrugs. “You really want to question them about it?” he asks.
Rodney, wise man that he is, shakes his head. To their teammates, he calls, “Okay, we’re naked, now what?”
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Title: Caress
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (suggestive)
The first soft caress warmed his blood. He tightened his grip, feeling hardened strength beneath his fingertips. Solid, firm, he stroked his hand down slowly, feeling the gentle pull against his flesh.
He rubbed his hand upwards, just like he had countless times, the cool air doing nothing against the heat of his skin. Another stroke, feeling every callus catch against the rough fabric that teased his senses.
“Well, if John’s done jacking off his gun, we can go,” he heard Rodney say.
He ignored him, looking instead to Ronon and Teyla, seeing the understanding and familiarity in their eyes.
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Title: Apologies
Genre: McShep
Rating: PG
The skin was a fresh pink, raised and smooth, and he felt compelled to run his fingertips across it, stopping himself as he remembered how sensitive it would be, how every touch would bring that flash of memory and pain to the surface once more.
He let his hand drift down gently, caressing the unblemished area surrounding the imperfection, tracing the bumps of his lover’s spine. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Rodney rolled over at the sound, forced him to look up into understanding eyes. “It’s not your fault, John,” he insisted.
John closed his eyes and sighed. It never was.
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As always, feedback is welcomed.
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Title: Customs
Genre: Team
Rating: PG-13
“Do you think they’re making it up?” Rodney asks.
John tries to figure out what he means, but eventually gives up and asks, “Making what up?”
Rodney gestures over to where their two teammates are convening, absolutely evil smiles upon their faces. “All these supposed Pegasus customs,” he clarifies, shivering slightly. “Isn’t it a bit convenient that they always happen to be exactly what those two want to do?”
John shrugs. “You really want to question them about it?” he asks.
Rodney, wise man that he is, shakes his head. To their teammates, he calls, “Okay, we’re naked, now what?”
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Title: Caress
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (suggestive)
The first soft caress warmed his blood. He tightened his grip, feeling hardened strength beneath his fingertips. Solid, firm, he stroked his hand down slowly, feeling the gentle pull against his flesh.
He rubbed his hand upwards, just like he had countless times, the cool air doing nothing against the heat of his skin. Another stroke, feeling every callus catch against the rough fabric that teased his senses.
“Well, if John’s done jacking off his gun, we can go,” he heard Rodney say.
He ignored him, looking instead to Ronon and Teyla, seeing the understanding and familiarity in their eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~
Title: Apologies
Genre: McShep
Rating: PG
The skin was a fresh pink, raised and smooth, and he felt compelled to run his fingertips across it, stopping himself as he remembered how sensitive it would be, how every touch would bring that flash of memory and pain to the surface once more.
He let his hand drift down gently, caressing the unblemished area surrounding the imperfection, tracing the bumps of his lover’s spine. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Rodney rolled over at the sound, forced him to look up into understanding eyes. “It’s not your fault, John,” he insisted.
John closed his eyes and sighed. It never was.
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As always, feedback is welcomed.