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slashing_lorneI feel a bit of explanation is needed for these two ficlets before I provide links to them. These are both for the same prompt and share some of the same ideas I had for the prompt. I wrote one, didn't know if I liked it, wrote another, wasn't too sure about it either, but my beta (thanks again ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
partofthequeue2!) said post both. So I am. Hope that's not too confusing.
Title: Jupiter's Kiss
Author:caelent
Pairing: Sheppard/Lorne
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 244
Prompt: Oct 4: write a drabble/ficlet about Lorne and his lover in bad weather.
Summary: Does something this short need a summary?
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Notes:Jupiter is the Roman god of storms. The title sounded better if I used the word Jupiter rather than storm. (thought I'd explain the pretentious title for such a short ficlet.)
The touch on his forehead was gentle, fingers tracing what Lorne knew were a bruise and jagged tear from the blunt weapon a villager had wielded.
The kiss placed on his lips was not. It was angry, possessive, dominant and scared.
The fingers had moved from his forehead to clutch at his soaked vest, pulling him close, giving him no chance to move away.
In response, Lorne lifted his hands, slipping them up to cup the face of the one kissing him. His hands and fingers drew a soothing pattern across the wet skin, letting him know he was there, he was alive, he didn’t want to move away.
The kiss gentled in answer, lips and tongue drawing back from a hard, almost painful invasion to a soft, almost worshipful touch.
A few seconds more, and their lips reluctantly broke apart.
Sheppard looked at him, calmer and in control of himself once more. His lover was fine, he was not going to be taken from him today. His fingers let go of Lorne.
“Well,” Sheppard said, trying to dry his face from the rain they had just escaped. The cave they stood in was small, barely large enough for both of them to stand. “You ready to go back out? Find McKay and the others, battle our way to the Stargate yet once again?”
Lorne just nodded, hefted his P-90 and smiled.
Sheppard smiled back. They both turned and stepped out into the storm.
Title: One-Man Carry
Author:caelent
Pairing: Sheppard/Lorne
Rating: PG
Word count: 344
Prompt: Oct 4: write a drabble/ficlet about Lorne and his lover in bad weather.
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Notes: In case anyone doesn't know, the title One-Man Carry refers to a technique used to carry wounded comrades.
Night.
Lightning flashed. A man carried another, body slung over his shoulders.
Trees scraped and battered at each other, wind pushing them into their dance.
Thunder sounded. The man stumbled, cursed, careful of his load.
Rain fell, hard against the earth, beating at the men. Wet flesh and clothes shone, reflecting another flash of lightning.
Rain dripped into the man’s eyes, rivulets ran through flattened hair, curved around his set mouth. It mingled with blood from the man he carried.
Hands clamped tight on the man he held, aching shoulders starting to bend from the weight and the distance. Cracking thunder echoed the anger on his face. Lightning highlighted the fear.
Another stumble, another tired curse, another silent thanks for not falling thrown up to the invisible sky.
Then, lightning showed a darker hollow. A cave.
The man set the other down, oh so careful, bracing the unconscious man’s back against the cave’s wall, head cradled between his hands, gently tipping the face up to his.
A thumb gently traced across the livid bruise on the forehead, the top of it marked with a jagged tear. Blood still seeped from it, ran down mixed pink from the rain.
“Lorne,” the man whispered, placing a kiss just below the bruise.
The other did not stir. The man settled near the injured one, his body starting to shiver now he was no longer moving. He drew Lorne close to him, took him into his arms. Trees outside the cave shuddered in the wind, bowed to the lightning. The man watched.
****
Thunder still sounded distantly, but the rain had stopped. Dawn’s light started to show, gently touching the occasional drops of rain that fell over the cave’s entrance, dripping into puddles below. The small splash was the only sound the waiting man could hear.
The man in his arms stirred, groaned, fluttered his eyes open. Caught the gaze of the other.
The wounded one smiled slowly, joyfully, whispered.
“John.”
And the one holding him smiled back, relief and love breaking the anger and worry from his face.
partofthequeue2!) said post both. So I am. Hope that's not too confusing. Title: Jupiter's Kiss
Author:
caelentPairing: Sheppard/Lorne
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 244
Prompt: Oct 4: write a drabble/ficlet about Lorne and his lover in bad weather.
Summary: Does something this short need a summary?
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Notes:Jupiter is the Roman god of storms. The title sounded better if I used the word Jupiter rather than storm. (thought I'd explain the pretentious title for such a short ficlet.)
The touch on his forehead was gentle, fingers tracing what Lorne knew were a bruise and jagged tear from the blunt weapon a villager had wielded.
The kiss placed on his lips was not. It was angry, possessive, dominant and scared.
The fingers had moved from his forehead to clutch at his soaked vest, pulling him close, giving him no chance to move away.
In response, Lorne lifted his hands, slipping them up to cup the face of the one kissing him. His hands and fingers drew a soothing pattern across the wet skin, letting him know he was there, he was alive, he didn’t want to move away.
The kiss gentled in answer, lips and tongue drawing back from a hard, almost painful invasion to a soft, almost worshipful touch.
A few seconds more, and their lips reluctantly broke apart.
Sheppard looked at him, calmer and in control of himself once more. His lover was fine, he was not going to be taken from him today. His fingers let go of Lorne.
“Well,” Sheppard said, trying to dry his face from the rain they had just escaped. The cave they stood in was small, barely large enough for both of them to stand. “You ready to go back out? Find McKay and the others, battle our way to the Stargate yet once again?”
Lorne just nodded, hefted his P-90 and smiled.
Sheppard smiled back. They both turned and stepped out into the storm.
Title: One-Man Carry
Author:
caelentPairing: Sheppard/Lorne
Rating: PG
Word count: 344
Prompt: Oct 4: write a drabble/ficlet about Lorne and his lover in bad weather.
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Notes: In case anyone doesn't know, the title One-Man Carry refers to a technique used to carry wounded comrades.
Night.
Lightning flashed. A man carried another, body slung over his shoulders.
Trees scraped and battered at each other, wind pushing them into their dance.
Thunder sounded. The man stumbled, cursed, careful of his load.
Rain fell, hard against the earth, beating at the men. Wet flesh and clothes shone, reflecting another flash of lightning.
Rain dripped into the man’s eyes, rivulets ran through flattened hair, curved around his set mouth. It mingled with blood from the man he carried.
Hands clamped tight on the man he held, aching shoulders starting to bend from the weight and the distance. Cracking thunder echoed the anger on his face. Lightning highlighted the fear.
Another stumble, another tired curse, another silent thanks for not falling thrown up to the invisible sky.
Then, lightning showed a darker hollow. A cave.
The man set the other down, oh so careful, bracing the unconscious man’s back against the cave’s wall, head cradled between his hands, gently tipping the face up to his.
A thumb gently traced across the livid bruise on the forehead, the top of it marked with a jagged tear. Blood still seeped from it, ran down mixed pink from the rain.
“Lorne,” the man whispered, placing a kiss just below the bruise.
The other did not stir. The man settled near the injured one, his body starting to shiver now he was no longer moving. He drew Lorne close to him, took him into his arms. Trees outside the cave shuddered in the wind, bowed to the lightning. The man watched.
****
Thunder still sounded distantly, but the rain had stopped. Dawn’s light started to show, gently touching the occasional drops of rain that fell over the cave’s entrance, dripping into puddles below. The small splash was the only sound the waiting man could hear.
The man in his arms stirred, groaned, fluttered his eyes open. Caught the gaze of the other.
The wounded one smiled slowly, joyfully, whispered.
“John.”
And the one holding him smiled back, relief and love breaking the anger and worry from his face.
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Date: 2006-10-08 12:43 pm (UTC)Both were very hawt! I love hurt/comfort fics!!!! I just wanted to hugg them both!!!!!
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Date: 2006-11-03 04:13 am (UTC)Thanks for responding!
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