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Happy birthday, medie!
I wrote you some crazy AUs. ;-)
1. the wars that you fought in the night (Sam Carter/Susan Ivanova)
They found all the secret places this way. If Susan didn’t know the code to unlock the door, Sam could break in. If there was no inside control for Susan to arm, Sam could usually rig something that kept people out until they were done. Until their breath had returned to normal. Until the sweat had dried from their bodies, until their clothes were all back in place. They never marked each other where anyone else could see, concentrating instead on the sharp angles of collarbones, the soft rise of breasts, the curve of hips. In the maintenance closet on deck eight of Blue Sector, Susan brought to life a vivid red bloom on the inside of Sam’s thigh that tingled and throbbed for days afterward, reminding constantly her of Susan's mouth on her, her hands in Susan's hair. She was always ready. All Susan had to do was touch.
2. a kink in the world (Cameron Mitchell/Samantha Mulder)
She said her name was Sam. She didn't look anything like the other Sams he knew. Her hair curled almost to her waist. Days later, he could still taste her on his tongue if he closed his eyes. He went back to the bar to look for her, but the bartender said he hadn't seen her since the night she and Cameron had left together.
He drove home, unsettled, but she was on his doorstep in the rain and her face turned up so sweetly for a kiss. "Who are you?" he asked her in the elevator. She didn't answer. In his apartment, he poured them both a drink before he pushed her skirt up above her hips. After two, she told him her full name. After three, she gave him what he was sure was the best blowjob he'd ever had. After four, he thought he might have to take her to work with him the next morning, because she murmured things about aliens and clones and brothers who were searching for her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and Cameron pressed his hot face against her neck before he kissed her to make her stop talking.
3. secret rules of engagement (Sam Carter/Andromeda)
Sometimes she couldn't get it out of her head that she was making love to a warship. "Stop thinking about it," Rommie would breathe, her fingers twined in Sam's hair, her palm pushing gently. "I can tell when you're thinking about it," she'd say, and she'd arch and moan and press closer, and Sam would hold her down with hands she knew would be ineffectual if Rommie didn't want to be held down.
Harper and Dylan both looked at her with something like jealousy on their faces; Harper more so than the Captain. Sam would shrug it off, still grateful that they rescued her from the coldness of space, and confess to Rommie later in their quarters every time she’d walk in on Harper arguing about them with Andromeda. But the corner of Rommie’s lips would quirk, and she’d cover Sam’s mouth with her own just to shut her up.
4. destiny was calling, monday afternoon (John Sheppard/Bruce Wayne)
If you asked him, John Sheppard would have said that yeah, his retirement was pretty ordinary, except for the fact that his boyfriend was Batman. Not that he would have told anyone his boyfriend was Batman, because you couldn’t just out somebody like that; it would have been like telling a civilian about the Stargate program. But he had to admit the Batsuit was pretty hot, even if Bruce always wanted to get out of it right away instead of letting John indulge his kink for a while.
“I get one of these eventually, right?” John asked, running his hands over the insignia on the vest, and Bruce laughed. He pulled off the gloves and slipped the gauntlets down off his arms. John slid his knee between Bruce’s armored thighs with a grin and pressed.
“You… are not right,” Bruce gasped, but he was smiling and John shivered. So few people got to see the real Bruce Wayne smile. He kissed John thoroughly before shoving him out of the way. “And you look awful in those grungy sweats,” he continued, despite John’s protestations that he’d been running, and started walking towards what John always referred to as the locker room. “We won't go out if you don’t shower. You can’t make your introduction into polite Gotham society if you’re all sweaty,” he called over his shoulder, and John figured that was just as good as a hand-written invitation and pulled his sweatshirt up over his head as he followed Bruce.
5. all of my maps have been overthrown (girl!John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir)
“Come down here and touch the Ancient device, Rodney says. We need to you activate it, Rodney says. It won’t spontaneously turn you into a woman or anything, Rodney says.” John groaned and covered his face with his hands, which didn’t look much different, and let his head hang off the edge of the bed.
Elizabeth rolled over and hooked her leg over his. John opened one eye to look at her. “For what it’s worth,” she said in her most serious voice, “it’s not the turn-off I thought it would be when it first happened. Now that we’re alone, I mean.”
He opened the other eye. “Say that again.”
“You make an attractive woman,” Elizabeth said clearly, as if enunciating would help John to understand what she was getting at. “I wouldn’t be adverse to some… experimentation.”
John grinned, his first since the whole debacle had started, and pulled her on top of him. Elizabeth made a very undignified noise and buried her face in his neck, her knee sliding between his. John shifted - it wasn’t all that different, the rising heat, but instead of wanting to push up, he wanted to push down. So he did. Elizabeth breathed hot against his shoulder and slid her hands under his t-shirt to cup his breasts. (He'd refused to wear a bra.) "Fuck," he choked out, and felt more than heard Elizabeth's laugh.
"It's not all bad, is it," she whispered, and John found himself disappointed when her radio crackled and McKay's annoying voice announced he might have found a way to reverse the spontaneous gender change. Elizabeth slid out of his arms and climbed off the bed. "We'll be there in a little while, Rodney," she said into her mic, "John's asleep and I don't want to wake him yet; he's been pretty stressed out over this whole thing."
She smiled wickedly at John as she spoke, running her hand slowly over his thigh before she signed off. He swallowed. "I couldn't very well say we were busy," she murmured, tossing the headset away as he pulled her back down.
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I might not be adverse to writing more of any of these, if you want!
I wrote you some crazy AUs. ;-)
1. the wars that you fought in the night (Sam Carter/Susan Ivanova)
They found all the secret places this way. If Susan didn’t know the code to unlock the door, Sam could break in. If there was no inside control for Susan to arm, Sam could usually rig something that kept people out until they were done. Until their breath had returned to normal. Until the sweat had dried from their bodies, until their clothes were all back in place. They never marked each other where anyone else could see, concentrating instead on the sharp angles of collarbones, the soft rise of breasts, the curve of hips. In the maintenance closet on deck eight of Blue Sector, Susan brought to life a vivid red bloom on the inside of Sam’s thigh that tingled and throbbed for days afterward, reminding constantly her of Susan's mouth on her, her hands in Susan's hair. She was always ready. All Susan had to do was touch.
2. a kink in the world (Cameron Mitchell/Samantha Mulder)
She said her name was Sam. She didn't look anything like the other Sams he knew. Her hair curled almost to her waist. Days later, he could still taste her on his tongue if he closed his eyes. He went back to the bar to look for her, but the bartender said he hadn't seen her since the night she and Cameron had left together.
He drove home, unsettled, but she was on his doorstep in the rain and her face turned up so sweetly for a kiss. "Who are you?" he asked her in the elevator. She didn't answer. In his apartment, he poured them both a drink before he pushed her skirt up above her hips. After two, she told him her full name. After three, she gave him what he was sure was the best blowjob he'd ever had. After four, he thought he might have to take her to work with him the next morning, because she murmured things about aliens and clones and brothers who were searching for her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and Cameron pressed his hot face against her neck before he kissed her to make her stop talking.
3. secret rules of engagement (Sam Carter/Andromeda)
Sometimes she couldn't get it out of her head that she was making love to a warship. "Stop thinking about it," Rommie would breathe, her fingers twined in Sam's hair, her palm pushing gently. "I can tell when you're thinking about it," she'd say, and she'd arch and moan and press closer, and Sam would hold her down with hands she knew would be ineffectual if Rommie didn't want to be held down.
Harper and Dylan both looked at her with something like jealousy on their faces; Harper more so than the Captain. Sam would shrug it off, still grateful that they rescued her from the coldness of space, and confess to Rommie later in their quarters every time she’d walk in on Harper arguing about them with Andromeda. But the corner of Rommie’s lips would quirk, and she’d cover Sam’s mouth with her own just to shut her up.
4. destiny was calling, monday afternoon (John Sheppard/Bruce Wayne)
If you asked him, John Sheppard would have said that yeah, his retirement was pretty ordinary, except for the fact that his boyfriend was Batman. Not that he would have told anyone his boyfriend was Batman, because you couldn’t just out somebody like that; it would have been like telling a civilian about the Stargate program. But he had to admit the Batsuit was pretty hot, even if Bruce always wanted to get out of it right away instead of letting John indulge his kink for a while.
“I get one of these eventually, right?” John asked, running his hands over the insignia on the vest, and Bruce laughed. He pulled off the gloves and slipped the gauntlets down off his arms. John slid his knee between Bruce’s armored thighs with a grin and pressed.
“You… are not right,” Bruce gasped, but he was smiling and John shivered. So few people got to see the real Bruce Wayne smile. He kissed John thoroughly before shoving him out of the way. “And you look awful in those grungy sweats,” he continued, despite John’s protestations that he’d been running, and started walking towards what John always referred to as the locker room. “We won't go out if you don’t shower. You can’t make your introduction into polite Gotham society if you’re all sweaty,” he called over his shoulder, and John figured that was just as good as a hand-written invitation and pulled his sweatshirt up over his head as he followed Bruce.
5. all of my maps have been overthrown (girl!John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir)
“Come down here and touch the Ancient device, Rodney says. We need to you activate it, Rodney says. It won’t spontaneously turn you into a woman or anything, Rodney says.” John groaned and covered his face with his hands, which didn’t look much different, and let his head hang off the edge of the bed.
Elizabeth rolled over and hooked her leg over his. John opened one eye to look at her. “For what it’s worth,” she said in her most serious voice, “it’s not the turn-off I thought it would be when it first happened. Now that we’re alone, I mean.”
He opened the other eye. “Say that again.”
“You make an attractive woman,” Elizabeth said clearly, as if enunciating would help John to understand what she was getting at. “I wouldn’t be adverse to some… experimentation.”
John grinned, his first since the whole debacle had started, and pulled her on top of him. Elizabeth made a very undignified noise and buried her face in his neck, her knee sliding between his. John shifted - it wasn’t all that different, the rising heat, but instead of wanting to push up, he wanted to push down. So he did. Elizabeth breathed hot against his shoulder and slid her hands under his t-shirt to cup his breasts. (He'd refused to wear a bra.) "Fuck," he choked out, and felt more than heard Elizabeth's laugh.
"It's not all bad, is it," she whispered, and John found himself disappointed when her radio crackled and McKay's annoying voice announced he might have found a way to reverse the spontaneous gender change. Elizabeth slid out of his arms and climbed off the bed. "We'll be there in a little while, Rodney," she said into her mic, "John's asleep and I don't want to wake him yet; he's been pretty stressed out over this whole thing."
She smiled wickedly at John as she spoke, running her hand slowly over his thigh before she signed off. He swallowed. "I couldn't very well say we were busy," she murmured, tossing the headset away as he pulled her back down.
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I might not be adverse to writing more of any of these, if you want!