Dirty
TITLE: Dirty
AUTHOR: garneteve
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Rodney talks about John on Olesia
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, how I wish they were!
LINKS:
Creators site: 50 John Sheppard Icons by _wwsd_
Challenge site: stargate_abcs
My community: malesofatlantis
CREDIT: All credit goes to _wwsd_ for her wonderful icons!!! Without which, these fics would not be possible.
NOTE: SPOILERS FOR "CONDEMNED" YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED :)
THIS FIC HAS BEEN NOMINATED FOR THE STARGATE DIVERSIFICATION AWARDS, 2007, HERE:sgdiverse_award
“You should have seen him, Carson. The people of Olesia had this island where the Stargate is, they use it as a prison. The mainland sends people there no matter what the crime, but that’s beside the point.” Rodney started, relaying his story to Doctor Beckett, as he was finishing his examination in the privacy of the Doctor’s office.
“The leader wanted off the island, so he took us prisoner. Each of us were forced to kneel, a wooden pole was placed behind our backs, elbows angled around it, leather bands tied around our hands, and a short strap going up the neck, fastening to the leather collar around each persons’ neck.
“John had fought as we were captured, and his face, arms and t-shirt were dusty, marked with dirt that clung to the sweat, the hot climate a bit too much for him.
“When they took me, freed me to try and repair the Puddle Jumper, I saw him there, kneeling like a subservient prisoner. Head down, body language all but defeated. But then he looked up, and I couldn’t breathe. The danger in those eyes. The hatred toward our captors, deep in those hazel depths.
“Too soon, I was pulled away from that dangerous glare. For the time I was fixing the Puddle Jumper, my body was craving that gaze directed at me. I imagined it full of heat, lust, want, and I could feel myself react to the mental image.
“But it was when I was returned to the hut, and I was caught in that gaze, that it fully hit me. It was hot, lust and totally, gorgeously filthy! What I would give to have that gaze on me again, to feel like helpless prey. To be willing to do anything that he wanted, to offer him pleasure, offer him pain, offer him my body to use as he wants.
“What did he look like, Rodney? Show me, I want to see it.” Carson asks, elbows hanging over his knees as he drinks in Rodney’s description of the Colonel.
“There is no need for that,” A voice interrupts their quiet, heated conversation, “Mckay. Carson.”
“That’s it, that’s the look.” Rodney whispers harshly, pupils dilating wide as he takes in the Colonels’ stance in black pants and tight black t-shirt.
“Oh yes, Rodney,” Carson whispers in reply, “You were right. It’s totally, positively…dirty.”
AUTHOR: garneteve
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Rodney talks about John on Olesia
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, how I wish they were!
LINKS:
Creators site: 50 John Sheppard Icons by _wwsd_
Challenge site: stargate_abcs
My community: malesofatlantis
CREDIT: All credit goes to _wwsd_ for her wonderful icons!!! Without which, these fics would not be possible.
NOTE: SPOILERS FOR "CONDEMNED" YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED :)
THIS FIC HAS BEEN NOMINATED FOR THE STARGATE DIVERSIFICATION AWARDS, 2007, HERE:sgdiverse_award
“You should have seen him, Carson. The people of Olesia had this island where the Stargate is, they use it as a prison. The mainland sends people there no matter what the crime, but that’s beside the point.” Rodney started, relaying his story to Doctor Beckett, as he was finishing his examination in the privacy of the Doctor’s office.
“The leader wanted off the island, so he took us prisoner. Each of us were forced to kneel, a wooden pole was placed behind our backs, elbows angled around it, leather bands tied around our hands, and a short strap going up the neck, fastening to the leather collar around each persons’ neck.
“John had fought as we were captured, and his face, arms and t-shirt were dusty, marked with dirt that clung to the sweat, the hot climate a bit too much for him.
“When they took me, freed me to try and repair the Puddle Jumper, I saw him there, kneeling like a subservient prisoner. Head down, body language all but defeated. But then he looked up, and I couldn’t breathe. The danger in those eyes. The hatred toward our captors, deep in those hazel depths.
“Too soon, I was pulled away from that dangerous glare. For the time I was fixing the Puddle Jumper, my body was craving that gaze directed at me. I imagined it full of heat, lust, want, and I could feel myself react to the mental image.
“But it was when I was returned to the hut, and I was caught in that gaze, that it fully hit me. It was hot, lust and totally, gorgeously filthy! What I would give to have that gaze on me again, to feel like helpless prey. To be willing to do anything that he wanted, to offer him pleasure, offer him pain, offer him my body to use as he wants.
“What did he look like, Rodney? Show me, I want to see it.” Carson asks, elbows hanging over his knees as he drinks in Rodney’s description of the Colonel.
“There is no need for that,” A voice interrupts their quiet, heated conversation, “Mckay. Carson.”
“That’s it, that’s the look.” Rodney whispers harshly, pupils dilating wide as he takes in the Colonels’ stance in black pants and tight black t-shirt.
“Oh yes, Rodney,” Carson whispers in reply, “You were right. It’s totally, positively…dirty.”