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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-07-09 11:41 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-07-09 11:41 am
Sawyer/Stella - Xena in Silk
Have I mentioned that I hate my brain? Because I do. Also, if your fan of either one of the fandoms (not necessarily both), please tell me what you think? It's from Sawyer's POV, but I want to make sure that Stella's still in character.
Fandom: Lost/CSI:NY
Title: Xena in Silk
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Rating: Light R/FRM
Characters: James "Sawyer" Ford/Stella Bonasera
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2x5obsessions Prompt: News
Content Warning: Sexual situations
Summary: She was Xena, warrior princess, but instead of armor she was in a silk bathrobe, curly hair askew from the night they had spent in bed, and instead of whatever the hell that axe thing was Lucy Lawless used to sling around, she wielded a thirty-five.
Author's Note: Set pre-series for both. I HATE MY BRAIN. Indirectly blaming this onvenetia_sassy, because she got the idea of Danny/Kate in my head, which, in turn, started a scene with Sawyer calling Stella "sweet cheeks" while she had a gun on him, which turned into--this. However, this does take care of my last prompt for Sawyer for 2x5obsessions, so I don't hate it that much.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Lost or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS and ABC.
He really was only just looking for his shirt. This time anyway. He had also thought she was asleep when he got up to get dressed, but he found that he was very, very wrong when he turned to find his lover very much up and about. He smirked slightly, raising his hands up in the air slowly.
“Easy there, Xena,” he drawled, “Let’s not do something we’ll regret.”
That’s what she was—it was the thing that drew him to her in the first place. She was Xena, warrior princess, but instead of armor she was in a silk bathrobe, curly hair askew from the night they had spent in bed, and instead of whatever the hell that axe thing was Lucy Lawless used to sling around, she wielded a thirty-five. Currently that thirty-five was pointed directly at his chest, aimed to kill, and while that put him at a slight disadvantage at the moment, he never thought he could be so turned on by someone trying to kill him.
“I think this situation is only one you’d regret, Sawyer,” she smirked back, “I don’t think I’d regret the end of this one.”
“I’m just lookin’ for my shirt, sweet cheeks,” he said, reaching slowly for the white button down that she had tossed over the edge of her kitchen counter, “No harm, no foul.”
He heard the click! of the safety sliding back, and she tilted her head to the side slightly, “Now what have I told you about calling me ‘sweet cheeks’?”
He chuckled low in his throat, before sliding the shirt over his shoulders taking a step towards her, “Just tryin’ to tell you that I wasn’t doin’ what you thought I was doin’.”
Her smirk turned into a grin, watching him as he continued to move towards her, “And what did I think you were doing?”
“Something criminal, maybe?” he said, “Isn’t that what you detectives are always thinking when you’re aiming that gun of yours at someone?”
“Yeah, well—usually when I’m aiming this gun at someone—” She paused when the barrel of the gun connected with his chest. “—they’re running the other way instead of walking towards it.”
“Come on now, Stella,” he smirked, “You and I both know that you’re not gonna shoot me.”
“I’m not?” she said, arching an eyebrow. He gave her a look, and she rolled her eyes slightly, before sliding the safety back up again.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, reaching between them and tossing the gun away, before pulling her into a heated kiss. He felt her back hit the counter and, he stopped, pressing his hips against her, as both of them dueled for dominance. It was what they always did—fought for control, who was in charge, who was on top. She liked it when he fought with her, but eventually he gave in and let her take over. Sex with Stella was all about what Stella wanted. He had learned that the hard way the first few times around.
She wasn’t a mark—far from it, in fact. She knew exactly what he was, no smoke, no pretenses, and that was why she so frequently had a gun aimed at his chest. It was their little game—detective and criminal. And while what they had was far from relationship worthy—it was a little bit of fun every time he swung through New York City, provided she was single, of course.
He pulled away from her lips, tightening his fingers in her hair to tilt her head back, leaving a trail of nipping, biting kisses down her neck. He felt her hand slide under his shirt and up his back. Her nails dug into the skin and started to slide their way down—a pleasurable pain that set off a low moan in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin. Lady did know what he liked.
“What made you so sure I wasn’t going to shoot you?” she whispered hoarsely in his ear as his hands started to wander. He felt her swallow, trying to regain control of her voice, but he thwarted that, sliding a hand into her bathrobe and against the skin of her stomach and listening to the breath hitch in her throat. She knew she still had the upper hand, no matter how she sounded—but she liked to at least feel like she was in control.
“Well, what would all the newspapers say?” he said, nipping at her skin, “NYPD detective shoots conman in her home after night of crazy sex. Man too overcome by the hotness of the detective with her sidearm to run the other way.”
She laughed, her head falling back, giving her better access, “If you think that’s hot, you should see me with a full automatic.”
He groaned at the image, his teeth sinking down onto a spot on her neck, and she jumped in surprise, her body arching up into him. He felt a bare thigh sliding up over his hip, and the robe fall open in front of him, and he stood, transfixed that he had his warrior princess completely at his mercy. He stared for a moment, then felt her hand on the side of his jaw, pulling his face up to meet hers.
“Bed,” she demanded, “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded, her legs hooking around his waist as he lifted her and stumbled his way back to her bed.
Fandom: Lost/CSI:NY
Title: Xena in Silk
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: Light R/FRM
Characters: James "Sawyer" Ford/Stella Bonasera
2x5obsessions Prompt: NewsContent Warning: Sexual situations
Summary: She was Xena, warrior princess, but instead of armor she was in a silk bathrobe, curly hair askew from the night they had spent in bed, and instead of whatever the hell that axe thing was Lucy Lawless used to sling around, she wielded a thirty-five.
Author's Note: Set pre-series for both. I HATE MY BRAIN. Indirectly blaming this on
venetia_sassy, because she got the idea of Danny/Kate in my head, which, in turn, started a scene with Sawyer calling Stella "sweet cheeks" while she had a gun on him, which turned into--this. However, this does take care of my last prompt for Sawyer for 2x5obsessions, so I don't hate it that much.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Lost or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS and ABC.
He really was only just looking for his shirt. This time anyway. He had also thought she was asleep when he got up to get dressed, but he found that he was very, very wrong when he turned to find his lover very much up and about. He smirked slightly, raising his hands up in the air slowly.
“Easy there, Xena,” he drawled, “Let’s not do something we’ll regret.”
That’s what she was—it was the thing that drew him to her in the first place. She was Xena, warrior princess, but instead of armor she was in a silk bathrobe, curly hair askew from the night they had spent in bed, and instead of whatever the hell that axe thing was Lucy Lawless used to sling around, she wielded a thirty-five. Currently that thirty-five was pointed directly at his chest, aimed to kill, and while that put him at a slight disadvantage at the moment, he never thought he could be so turned on by someone trying to kill him.
“I think this situation is only one you’d regret, Sawyer,” she smirked back, “I don’t think I’d regret the end of this one.”
“I’m just lookin’ for my shirt, sweet cheeks,” he said, reaching slowly for the white button down that she had tossed over the edge of her kitchen counter, “No harm, no foul.”
He heard the click! of the safety sliding back, and she tilted her head to the side slightly, “Now what have I told you about calling me ‘sweet cheeks’?”
He chuckled low in his throat, before sliding the shirt over his shoulders taking a step towards her, “Just tryin’ to tell you that I wasn’t doin’ what you thought I was doin’.”
Her smirk turned into a grin, watching him as he continued to move towards her, “And what did I think you were doing?”
“Something criminal, maybe?” he said, “Isn’t that what you detectives are always thinking when you’re aiming that gun of yours at someone?”
“Yeah, well—usually when I’m aiming this gun at someone—” She paused when the barrel of the gun connected with his chest. “—they’re running the other way instead of walking towards it.”
“Come on now, Stella,” he smirked, “You and I both know that you’re not gonna shoot me.”
“I’m not?” she said, arching an eyebrow. He gave her a look, and she rolled her eyes slightly, before sliding the safety back up again.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, reaching between them and tossing the gun away, before pulling her into a heated kiss. He felt her back hit the counter and, he stopped, pressing his hips against her, as both of them dueled for dominance. It was what they always did—fought for control, who was in charge, who was on top. She liked it when he fought with her, but eventually he gave in and let her take over. Sex with Stella was all about what Stella wanted. He had learned that the hard way the first few times around.
She wasn’t a mark—far from it, in fact. She knew exactly what he was, no smoke, no pretenses, and that was why she so frequently had a gun aimed at his chest. It was their little game—detective and criminal. And while what they had was far from relationship worthy—it was a little bit of fun every time he swung through New York City, provided she was single, of course.
He pulled away from her lips, tightening his fingers in her hair to tilt her head back, leaving a trail of nipping, biting kisses down her neck. He felt her hand slide under his shirt and up his back. Her nails dug into the skin and started to slide their way down—a pleasurable pain that set off a low moan in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin. Lady did know what he liked.
“What made you so sure I wasn’t going to shoot you?” she whispered hoarsely in his ear as his hands started to wander. He felt her swallow, trying to regain control of her voice, but he thwarted that, sliding a hand into her bathrobe and against the skin of her stomach and listening to the breath hitch in her throat. She knew she still had the upper hand, no matter how she sounded—but she liked to at least feel like she was in control.
“Well, what would all the newspapers say?” he said, nipping at her skin, “NYPD detective shoots conman in her home after night of crazy sex. Man too overcome by the hotness of the detective with her sidearm to run the other way.”
She laughed, her head falling back, giving her better access, “If you think that’s hot, you should see me with a full automatic.”
He groaned at the image, his teeth sinking down onto a spot on her neck, and she jumped in surprise, her body arching up into him. He felt a bare thigh sliding up over his hip, and the robe fall open in front of him, and he stood, transfixed that he had his warrior princess completely at his mercy. He stared for a moment, then felt her hand on the side of his jaw, pulling his face up to meet hers.
“Bed,” she demanded, “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded, her legs hooking around his waist as he lifted her and stumbled his way back to her bed.
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And I wish I had a picture of Stella with an actual semi-automatic, but I don't. *pouts slight* I should go find one.
I'm glad you liked it.
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Ohh yea I reckognize her, she's pretty. She was on that show...about that family...wow...clear as mud...
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Provenance, maybe? And she did soaps when she was younger.
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Yes. That's what she was on. I didn't watch it much, but I remember the previews and such. Don't really watch soaps to know.
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In case you hadn't noticed--I'm pretty shallow when it comes to fandom.
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Your writing style is excellent! I absolutely love everything and anything that you write!
more?
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And I also write Danny/Kate (http://iluvroadrunner6.livejournal.com/tag/danny+messer/kate+austen) as well.
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And while I seriously doubt this pairing would ever have occurred to me, I will happily take the blame for it - indirect, direct, partial or full - because this is awesome! I love it!
“Yeah, well—usually when I’m aiming this gun at someone—” She paused when the barrel of the gun connected with his chest. “—they’re running the other way instead of walking towards it.”
“Well, what would all the newspapers say?” he said, nipping at her skin, “NYPD detective shoots conman in her home after night of crazy sex. Man too overcome by the hotness of the detective with her sidearm to run the other way.”
I can see this so clearly and I can hear them and excuse me while I wipe the drool off my keyboard. You write more of these two? I will read it with great pleasure. "Sweet cheeks." *snickers* That's just great. And I now have this mental image of Sawyer kicking back with a beer and watching Xena.
Talking about crazy crossovers, are there any more Lost/CSI: NY fics in the offing? Did Hawkes and Jack ever consult on a patient? Did Charlie ever have a run-in with the NYPD? Did Boone ever have to bail Shannon out of trouble in NY? Do I need to duck for cover now?
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And you never know. I never thought I'd be writing something like this for the two of them, and here we are. I'm still trying to supress the urge to write SPN/Transformers, Bumblebee/Impala hijinks, because my brain won't let up about that now.
I'm glad you liked it.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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Plus -- this isn't a relationship that I see riding off into the sunset to live happily ever after. I think these two are more an experiment in mutual attraction.
But I'm glad you liked what you did.