FANTASTIC FRIDAY: Kinks
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theladymore, back again with another theme. I had fun this week so I am going to end it with one of my favorite prompts.....KINKS! You can go as wild in the bedroom as you want =D
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Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Sex on the Balcony
Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, Restraints.
Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Using his ties as restraints
Star Wars, Kylo Ren/General Hux, That one time the interegation chair was used for something other than its purpose
MCU, Clint Barton/Natashsa Romanoff, Roleplay
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theladymore, back again with another theme. I had fun this week so I am going to end it with one of my favorite prompts.....KINKS! You can go as wild in the bedroom as you want =D Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Sex on the Balcony
Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, Restraints.
Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Using his ties as restraints
Star Wars, Kylo Ren/General Hux, That one time the interegation chair was used for something other than its purpose
MCU, Clint Barton/Natashsa Romanoff, Roleplay
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Date: 2016-07-08 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-07-08 01:37 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-07-09 01:03 am (UTC)The chair beneath them creaks with every forceful movement and Hux decides in that instant this is a far better use of it. He pulls down Ren--hand on the back of his neck--to kiss him hard and dirty, tongue sneaking inside tasting blood from the unconscious lip biting Ren does when Hux thrusts his hips up driving himself deeper inside of him.
Hux's fingers dig into Ren's hips keeping him in place, leaving his fingerprints on the heated flesh, bruises on top of old bruises. When they part Ren's lips are swollen, shinny with spit and something snaps inside Hux. Even when he's in control, he feels like he's about to fall. He fucks up into him hard, fast, fast until he's satisfied with the way Ren's eyes darken and his muscles are burning.
"Yes, just like that," Hux breathes out with the air he can can catch. "Tell me what do you want."
Ren's grip on the sides of the chair is tight, knuckles white. "You."
Hux tries to remain coherent, to always have the upper hand but the tight heat around his cock and the way Ren's body moves and twists against his sometimes is too much to bear. "Me. Why? Why do you want me?"
"Fuck. Because--Yours. I'm yours."
Hux knows the exact moment Ren lets go, cum warm and sticky between them. And he hides his face in the crook of Hux's neck, breath heavy. Sighing and hissing when Hux pushes in, until he comes too. Ren is too tired to move but Hux doesn't push him away, not yet. He likes this, Ren coming undone for him.
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Date: 2016-07-08 01:38 pm (UTC)Fill, three lines
Date: 2016-07-09 02:32 am (UTC)He couldn't see her smirk but could hear it in her voice when Natasha said, "Stark owes me a big favor."
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Date: 2016-07-08 01:42 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: + Night World
Date: 2016-07-23 04:08 am (UTC)So when he and John were crowded in Rodney’s quarters (bigger than John’s now that John is a lowly grunt but Rodney is still CSO), kissing leisurely on Rodney’s bed, he did it. Took the plunge. He and John were very carefully staying out of each other’s minds, maintaining their mental walls. So when Rodney pulled back from the kissing and tilted his head just so, John was confused.
“Rodney?”
“You can feed from me, if you want.” Rodney’s heart was hammering in his chest. Surely John could hear that, even if he was deaf to Rodney’s thoughts.
Silver hunger flared in John’s eyes, and his lips parted, and Rodney saw John’s fangs extend, press into his bottom lip just so. And then John shook his head, and his eyes were normal again, his teeth normal again.
“Rodney, no.”
“You can’t keep feeding on random people,” Rodney said. “Someone’s going to notice. It’s safer if it’s me.”
“No,” John said softly. “No, it’s not.”
“I know you won’t hurt me,” Rodney said.
John smoothed his thumb over an invisible mark on Rodney’s wrist, where the last of his bruises had faded as John finally got control of his superhuman strength. “What you’re offering -”
“Only makes sense,” Rodney insisted.
“You have no idea what you’re asking.” John shook his head, sat back.
“Sure I do. You’ve fed on me before.”
John peered at Rodney from beneath his lashes, and Rodney saw silver flash in John’s gold-green-blue-hazel eyes once more. “It’s not the same thing at all. That time I attacked you. Didn’t have permission. We hadn’t connected then.”
“John, please. I want to help.” Rodney reached out, stroked John’s hair.
John turned into the caress, nosed at the inside of Rodney’s wrist. Shuddered. “I couldn’t. I -”
“Just a little. Try it out. And if it’s - too much, then we’ll come up with a different plan,” Rodney said. He had a back-up plan, of course. But it wasn’t a very good one.
“The wrist,” John said, “is less intimate than the throat. It’d probably be safer if I -”
Rodney traced the line of John’s jaw, exposing the inside of his wrist, with its pale blue veins, to John’s lips.
“There’s a reason,” John said, “a smart vampire doesn’t feed on the same people over and over again. Feeding on a mortal creates a blood bond. Forced affection. Not just the physical intimacy. I couldn’t -”
“We already have a bond,” Rodney said. “You cannot force me to like you. I love you. And it’s not like we’re strangers to intimacy.” But they were, these days. Their minds were closed to each other. Wait. If John fed off Rodney, would he be able to read Rodney’s mind? Because -
“We’re still rebuilding.” John pressed his lips to Rodney’s skin in a whisper-light kiss, trembling beneath Rodney’s hands. “I don’t want to risk that, to rush it, to -”
“John. Take me.”
John closed his eyes with a shaky exhalation, almost a sob, and pressed his lips to Rodney’s skin again. And again. And again. The sensation was feather-light, John’s lips warm and soft, and Rodney braced for it, the pain, the sting, the burn he’d felt before.
All he felt was warm, and safe, and loved, and there was a faint sting, and then John’s hands were curled around his arm, cradling his wrist close, and John was nuzzling his skin, licking and licking, and -
Oh.
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Date: 2016-07-08 01:42 pm (UTC)Talk about a dream, try to make it real
(Bruce Springsteen)
FILL: Animal kingdom, Deran Cody/ Adrian
Date: 2016-07-08 11:10 pm (UTC)(END)
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Date: 2016-07-08 01:43 pm (UTC)I like your hands
All full of glory
All full of glory
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Fill 1/2: + Dollhouse, McShep, Joe/Evan
Date: 2016-07-10 06:21 am (UTC)A piano bar wasn’t a horrible idea, though. Pianist, while he’d trained as a concert performer, had made money at a piano bar, so naturally he knew the good bar in town. They could sit around, have drinks, and inflict their music on each other (Rodney was a bit alarmed at how both Evan and Joe had come armed with dollar bills, like they were going to a strip joint).
There were three pianos in the joint, one grand, two upright. The two upright were for the two pianists who would play for tips and also, once an hour, have a piano battle. The third piano was for challengers, though. The two pianists - Tobias was dark-haired and had an Eastern European cast to his features, Wendy had red-brown hair and limpid gray eyes and a British accent - recognized John immediately, could even differentiate him from Joe.
“Are you going to challenge us tonight?” Tobias asked.
“No,” John said, “but Rodney is.”
Wendy and Tobias eyed Rodney with interest.
“Rodney’s your man, yes?” Wendy raised her eyebrows. “The one you say has Rachmaninov in him?”
John nodded.
“Let us know when and where,” Tobias said, and actually cracked his knuckles.
Joe shuffled them all over to a table - they had a regular, it seemed, he had accompanied John to the bar before. The waitress, Kenna, brought Joe and John their usuals, took orders from Evan and Rodney, and bustled back to the bar.
Joe took a sip of his usual - coke and rum - and then bounced over to Tobias’s piano, dropped a tip in his tip jar, and asked for his favorite song - David Bowie’s Life On Mars. Tobias had a lovely tenor voice and could do an admirable imitation of David Bowie.
Joe plopped back down at the table and began to sway along to the song, and then John was swaying with him, and okay, maybe Evan wasn’t the only one whose brain went a little broken when John and Joe were pulling a bit of a twin act.
That was just the start of it. Evan requested Billy Joel’s Piano Man, because he was a bit of a traditionalist that way, and somehow he ended up dueting with Wendy, who had an amazing set of pipes for such a tiny woman.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, Rodney and John pooled their share of the dollar bills and got both pianists to play Will Will Rock You/We Are The Champions, and the entire bar ended up singing along, arms slung around each other’s shoulders and swaying in unison.
At the end of it, Rodney was terribly inebriated, seated at the grand piano, and warming up to play St. James Infirmary. The fact that John was sitting beside him on the piano bench, pressed up against his side and swaying with him and singing along with him - using Songwriter’s pretty pop-friendly tenor, too - made Rodney somehow think what he was doing was perfectly all right. He was pretty sure he remembered the rest of the bar hooting and hollering and cheering, so he was probably totally owning Tobias and Wendy in the piano challenge.
He was cognizant of John dragging him off to the bathroom after that, hustling him into the handicapped stall, pinning him up against the door, and dropping to his knees.
“John, what -?”
John leaned forward, gripped Rodney’s hips tightly, and sucked the tip of one of Rodney’s fingers into his mouth.
What happened after that was fuzzy. Fun, for parts of it. Apparently John had some kind of fetish for Rodney’s hands when he was playing the piano. There was an orgasm.
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Date: 2016-07-08 01:43 pm (UTC)Fill!
Date: 2016-07-10 12:20 am (UTC)“I don’t know how many more times I can apologize for something that wasn’t even my fault,” Rodney said to John’s closed door.
He wasn’t even stretching the truth this time. John was the one who’d poked at the sex plant and gotten them both doused with pollen. And wasn’t it just Rodney’s luck to be severely allergic to it? He swore the universe was out to get him.
“Come on, Colonel! You can’t hide in there forever!”
A Marine came down the hall and shot Rodney a look.
“What?” Rodney snapped. The Marine quickened his pace towards the transporter.
“I can stand out here yelling all day, John!”
That was finally enough of a threat to get in the door, and Rodney hurried through it before John changed his mind. John, who was sitting up in his ridiculously child-sized bed with a scowl on his face.
“I don’t want to talk about it, McKay.”
Of course he didn’t. So typical of repressed military types. Rodney plunked himself down on the end of the bed, forcing John to pull his legs up.
John’s right wrist was in a splint, courtesy of Carson. All things considered, Rodney figured John was lucky it was the only thing he’d sprained.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Rodney said. “It’s not like everyone knows.”
John just glared. And he was right; the Atlantis grapevine was remarkably efficient. Everyone probably knew that, while Rodney was in the infirmary with a tube down his throat, John was in quarantine jerking off so much he’d hurt himself. Hard to face a contingency of Marines after that.
“Anyway, I thought I could make it up to you.”
John raised an eyebrow. “You invent a time machine?”
“No. But I can get you off without straining myself.” Rodney wasn’t one to brag – much – but he gave one hell of a blowjob.
The suggestion made John flush. “The effects wore off.”
“I’m aware of that, thanks. But you seemed really into me before I stopped breathing, and the botanist with the bad teeth thinks the pollen only acts as an amplifier.”
“Meaning?”
Rodney leaned forward and rested his hand on John’s knee. “Meaning you were already thinking about having sex with me before we were dusted.”
John just stared at him, and Rodney swore he’d kill that botanist bastard if he was wrong. But then John ducked his head and rubbed the back of neck with his uninjured hand, and Rodney gave a mental shout of victory.
“So…uh. You’d be into that?”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. If you’re going to lock yourself in your room, you may as well have something productive to do.”
The lights in the room dimmed, and Rodney fought back a smirk.
“I’m still a little…tender. Down there.” Even in the dim light Rodney could tell John was blushing.
“Well, then,” Rodney said, sliding closer and licking his lips. “I’ll just have to kiss it better, won’t I?”
When John finally got up the courage to leave his quarters, he was a whole lot happier than when he’d gone in. And everyone knew why.
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Date: 2016-07-08 01:47 pm (UTC)FILL: Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, Leave it
Date: 2016-07-08 05:52 pm (UTC)Magnus blinked a couple of times before smiling and giving Alec a kiss, keeping the oversized shirt on. "Do you like seeing me in your clothing, Alexander?" Magnus asked, hips moving slowly against Alec's.
The shadowhunter whimpered softly and gripped Magnus' hips. "Yes."
Magnus smiled again, reaching for the bottle of lube he had pulled out a few minutes earlier. "So, how do you want to do this?"
"Just like this," Alec replied, hands moving under the shirt, moving along Magnus' toned stomach. "You riding me." He pulled Mangus down for a rough kiss. "By the angel, Magnus, you look so beautiful right now."
Magnus chuckled softly. "Is that so? No makeup. No hair dye. No fancy clothes. Just me in one of your old t-shirts?"
Alec nodded. "You're always beautiful, Magnus, but this, how you look now. Wow. You should wear my shirts more often."
"If it gets this kind of reaction out of you," Magnus said, popping open the lube. "I think that I will."
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Date: 2016-07-08 01:51 pm (UTC)Fill: Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa
Date: 2016-07-08 03:13 pm (UTC)Han took a sharp breath as Leia tied the long piece of cloth around his eyes. He had been blindfolded before, for drills in the academy and when he was held by bounty hunters. Even then they had a slither of light. Here Leia tied the cloth tight enough he could see nothing.
"You wanted to see what the force felt like for me," Leia whispered in Han's ear. Already he noticed a difference, there was a slight scratch in her voice he never noticed before. A thought that set a jolt to his lower belly and the pit of his groin. "This it what feels like, having all his senses heightened."
The moment her lips touched his neck. His eyes fluttered shut behind the cloth. She knew her lips were soft, but now they seemed to be softer than ever like silk. Her hands moved down his chest down the center of his belly causing him to swallow and purr like a pittin.
Han never noticed but Leia's hands were rough, like his. Must have come from years working on the farm with her aunt and uncle, practicing twirling her lightsaber, and shoot guns. He liked that she was a girl of action. He smiled as reminded himself once again he had hit the jackpot when it came to wives.
With that thought he blindly buried his face in her dark hair as soft as pillow. Without his sight he could smell her. She was a mix of floral and gun oil. A beautiful combination. He placed his hands on her soft curves running his hands down the edges, picking up details he never noticed before. She was more shapely than appearance but boney.
Everything though, was a delightful overload of his senses.
"How do you feel," Leia whispered to him. Her hand moving further down his torso.
"Everything is overwhelming admittingly," He whispered harshly, he realized how breathless he sounded from the intensity of everything, "I don't know how you could deal with this daily. Gotta admire ya for that Darling."
Leia chuckled. Seconds later she wrapped her hand around Han's hardness. The former smuggler groaned and tilted his head back leaving his throat exposed for her fingers to touch. Han tightened his grip around her being careful his nails didn't dig into her delicate pale skin. But it was hard when the blindfold caused his body to set aflame.
"How about now hotshot," Leia whispered to him running his fingers down the length of his hardness.
"Hum," Han moaned before blindly catching her lips with his, "surprisingly very enjoyable."
"Good."
With his enforced blindness and heightened senses Han felt like he was flying among the stars. But the sweet taste of Leia's lips, the soft feel of her hands, was the only thing keeping him from floating away.
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Date: 2016-07-10 12:58 am (UTC)"The safety mechanism unlocks after three movements, in the correct order -- 10 to 12 pounds of force at 45 degrees upward, then 5 to 7 pounds of force at 30 degrees left, then 15 or more pounds at 40 degrees right. All the degree measurements are taken from flat and will work if the movements are within 1.5 degrees."
Bruce nodded, like he was bored.
Truthfully, he was a little impressed. Not with the tech itself - Tony's tech was always impressive, not that he would ever in a million years say so to Tony's face -- but with ...
Bruce hadn't mentioned last time that he wanted a safety mechanism for an easy out. It had been their first time trying bondage, and unlike pain and humiliation, powerlessness was a big leap of faith for Bruce. Tony must have noticed, even though Bruce had tried to hide his unease.
But Tony hadn't mentioned it or asked about it. Surprising, since Tony wasn't exactly known for his discretion.
Bruce thought briefly about all the times he'd fucked up his previous relationships and wondered if this wasn't what he had needed all along: someone who saw that Bruce had a problem and instead of trying to make Bruce talk about it, he just invented something.
A man after Bruce's own heart.
Bruce shook off the thought, though. This wasn't turning into a relationship. This was just... tension relief. With someone who knew how to have a good time.
Someone who understood what it was like to grow up a billionaire, never knowing who only wanted you for your money, only to learn what the world was really like, to become driven to become strong enough to hurt the inevitable threats that would always come, to run a company as a side job to the real mission, to be labelled a vigilante and fascist for seeking justice, to know that it's your job to be strong enough to protect all the people who can't protect themselves....
Well, fuck. Bruce had always prided himself on not caring about being understood.
"Want to test the safety?" Tony asked, as if it were just scientific curiosity, as if he weren't doing his damn best to hide how careful he was being with Bruce's psyche, as if he thought Bruce's ego would be offended by the protectiveness.
"No. I know how to gauge my own force," Bruce said, and Tony nodded, not seeming surprised.
Bruce realized suddenly that the safety mechanisms were too precise to be used by most people, but incredibly easy for someone with Bruce's level of training. And Tony surely knew that.
Tony grinned, that veneer of cocky carelessness sliding back into place. "Ready, then? Because the way your ass looks, I'm not sure I can control myself much longer."
Bruce knew that Tony wouldn't lose control, any more than he would use poorly made tech. And for the same reasons. But he kept up the dance, the game, the role, and smirked. He said: "So don't."
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Date: 2016-07-09 05:19 pm (UTC)Double Fill
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Date: 2016-07-08 02:58 pm (UTC)Fill: Kissing In The Back Row [FAKE: Dee/Ryo: PG-13]
Date: 2016-07-08 04:17 pm (UTC)Dee’s tongue is in his mouth, then his in Dee’s, tasting popcorn and soda, and each other’s unique flavour. Ryo always gets a little light-headed when Dee kisses him, breathless, and hot all over. It’s as if each long, slow, wet kiss spreads through his whole body, tingling through sensitive nerve-endings, and turning him on.
Ryo’s lost track of the movie completely, but he can’t bring himself to care, even though he was the one who’d said he wanted to see it. It was good, but kissing Dee is better, here in the darkness of the half-empty cinema, the images on the big screen flickering coloured light through his closed eyelids like a kaleidoscope.
The movie is loud, an all-action extravaganza, just as well because it drowns out the soft gasps and groans Ryo knows he’s making. He’s floating on a haze of pleasure and wishes they could go on like this for hours, doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of it, but the movie will end soon and then the lights will come up and they’ll have to leave.
But that won’t happen just yet. So he loses himself in the feel of Dee’s lips against his own, revelling in their softness, and in the taste of the man he loves lingering on this tongue. The pleasure builds and builds inside him like a wave, cresting suddenly, without warning, and flooding through him, making him shudder and gasp into Dee’s mouth. Dee kisses Ryo harder, holding him tighter as he rides out the shockwaves; he’s radiating satisfaction over the dramatic effects of his kisses. Ryo just knows Dee will be insufferably smug later and just hopes he won’t brag about this.
In a minute Ryo’s sure embarrassment will catch up to him. They’re in public, in a cinema, and it’s a good thing he’s wearing a long jacket, it should hide the wet patch on his jeans. Right now though, as those amazing, arousing kisses continue, he feels too good to care.
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Date: 2016-07-08 04:04 pm (UTC)Fill, Batman comics, Jason Todd/Tim Drake
Date: 2016-07-09 04:32 am (UTC)"Come on. You can do it," he urges, running his fingers through Tim's hair before he pulls on it and Tim gets the hint. "And remember to breathe through your nose."
Jason knows that if it wasn't for his current position Tim would've nodded and stared at him like he wants to take notes. Tim is a quick study. It bodes well for Jason.
Tim moves slow, takes as much of Jason as he can, stopping, and trying again. There's spit and pre-come from Tim licking and sucking. "Relax," Jason says, "You can do it, baby." His words hit just right.
Tim's eyes are sharp next time he meets Jason's, going back to sucking with renewed vigor. He moans around Jason, tries again until Jason hits the back of his throat and his eyes begin to water but he doesn't stop. His head bobbing off, coming up for air only when he really needs it. It's messy and wet and too hot. Jason's head hits the wall, fingers buried in Tim's hair, pulling to anchor himself.
"Tim," he moans before he comes and Tim swallows every bit. Stays on his knees, tongue running around his mouth as if to chase after Jason's taste and if that isn't hot then Jason doesn't know what is. Jason pulls him up by his arms, shoves his tongue inside his mouth tasting himself and Tim and saliva. Biting down on his swollen bottom lip for good measure, before they break away.
Tim whimpers when Jason palms him through his jeans, eyes closing and Jason can feel how hard he is from blowing him. "You were--"
"Amazing?" Tim says smugly even when heat has risen to his cheeks, and Jason's ought to teach him a lesson about not being cocky and talk back at him like that, but that's for another day. For now he wraps his arms possessively around Tim's skinny hips and kisses him until they bruise.
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Date: 2016-07-08 04:05 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: set during Duet in Season 2 (totally NSFW)
Date: 2017-07-03 06:03 am (UTC)Even though John was officially putting Ronon through his paces, seeing if he was suitable for the Atlantis Expedition, he knew that he was also being tested - by Ronon. To see if the Atlantis Expedition was worth his time. John had no doubt that Ronon had the physical and martial skills to be an asset to Atlantis. If even a fraction of what Teyla had told him about Runners was true, then Ronon was basically an expert in Wraith detection and destruction. He had fought them off single-handedly for seven years. The things he could teach John’s airmen and Marines would be invaluable in the struggle against the Wraith.
Ronon was also the last of his people, from a race of proud warriors. What could Atlantis possibly have to offer to him, besides a safe place to stay, regular meals, and a chance to really put a dent in the Wraith population in the Pegasus galaxy?
Ronon seemed unimpressed by everything they offered - weapons, food, unarmed combat techniques.
John had no idea what made the man tick. They were in the shooting range again, John showing him not only the range of pistols available, but his own marksmanship skills. John and Atlantis were on trial, too, and John wanted to make a good impression. Good thing he’d gotten extra certifications in marksmanship. Steady hands were useful in all manner of situations.
Ronon eyed the Colt 1911 .45 with the pearl handle that John had just demonstrated. Then he accepted it from John.
“On Sateda,” he said, “we have our own tests for accuracy and marksmanship. Just standing and shooting at a still target is child’s play.”
“We have tactical drills,” John offered.
Ronon bared his teeth in something too fierce to be a grin. “Let’s see. You and me, alone.”
Major Lorne looked discomfited by the notion, but John waved him off.
“I got this, Major. Can you go check in with Zelenka? See where they are on the McKay-Cadman situation.”
Major Lorne nodded. “Yes, sir.” He turned and left the shooting gallery, and his Marines followed.
John thought the door closed. “All right. Show me what you got.”
With the arrival of the Daedalus had come much-need food, supplies, coffee, support troops - and toys. The Marines had brought lots and lots of toys, including a full tac course with moving targets, strobing lights, and other complications and distractions.
John walked Ronon through the objectives in the course - which targets to hit in approximately which order - and then stepped back to watch. Pressed the button. Set it in motion.
Ronon moved like a dream, like a dancer, smoothly from one obstacle to the next, unfazed by light and sound, but alert enough to color and motion to know when a target was about to come sailing across his field of vision. John knew he’d never see better, not from the best Marines on Earth, because for Ronon, this was a way of life. This speed, this alertness was survival.
When Ronon finished - in record time, without a doubt - John pressed the button to shut the system down.
Ronon handed him the pistol and spare magazine. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
The way he reloaded all the targets and obstacles told John about how good his observational and working memory skills were. John reloaded both the pistol and the spare magazine and moved into position at the starting line.
“Hit it,” he said.
The targets came to life. John didn’t have to think, he just had to be. Step, fire, turn, fire, duck, fire fire fire, back up, fire, turn, fire fire, jump, fire. Like a dance. Like a song.
At the end of it, John came back to himself.
“Pretty good,” Ronon said, which John suspected was high praise from such a laconic man. “On Sateda, we have one more test.”
“Bring it on,” John said.
Ronon stepped up behind him - right behind him, so John could feel the heat of him - and said, “Can you hit the target?”
John gestured to the paper target at the other end of the lane. “That one?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure?” Ronon’s voice in John’s ear was deep, rumbling.
“Yeah.” It was a bit of a distance shot for a pistol - for some other man that John.
Ronon put his hands on John’s waist. “Are you sure?”
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