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Okay, you know what? SurveyFail is boggling me so massively that I think it is high time I did something about it. The thing is, though, that plenty of intelligent people who are much more qualified to talk about both the scientific and the sociological aspects than I am are already all over this, so I am entirely in favour but I don't have anything meaningfully original to contribute to the many ongoing threaded discussions.
But there is something I am qualified to do, as a member of fandom and as someone who is queer and female and really, really fucking tired of all the heteronormative and gender-essentialist and generally ignorant things that the survey-makers are saying (this is probably one of my favourite threads, and by favourite I mean I read slash is kind of the female equivalent of the straight male interest in transsexuals and my brain considered going into total meltdown). I am qualified to feel as normal and un-guilty about my sexuality as I damn well please, and because a lot of the time it collides with my fannishness anyway, I declare this a comment fic request post.
But this one is specifically for porny prompts. Let's resurrect the sexual trivia meme! Throw one of your kink bingo squares at me! Tell me to tie Fraser up again! (Why yes, I am being specific about that one. Although I'll tie someone else up if that's your bag.) Anything goes, though I do reserve the right to say "what, hah, no, I'm not going to write this thing, but if you want to, totally go for it." Let's hear it. :D
But there is something I am qualified to do, as a member of fandom and as someone who is queer and female and really, really fucking tired of all the heteronormative and gender-essentialist and generally ignorant things that the survey-makers are saying (this is probably one of my favourite threads, and by favourite I mean I read slash is kind of the female equivalent of the straight male interest in transsexuals and my brain considered going into total meltdown). I am qualified to feel as normal and un-guilty about my sexuality as I damn well please, and because a lot of the time it collides with my fannishness anyway, I declare this a comment fic request post.
But this one is specifically for porny prompts. Let's resurrect the sexual trivia meme! Throw one of your kink bingo squares at me! Tell me to tie Fraser up again! (Why yes, I am being specific about that one. Although I'll tie someone else up if that's your bag.) Anything goes, though I do reserve the right to say "what, hah, no, I'm not going to write this thing, but if you want to, totally go for it." Let's hear it. :D
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Uhhh... you should tie Fraser up again. Specifically, put him in handcuffs. As a mirror of Fraser putting RayK in handcuffs in that on episode.
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I am starting to get the feeling that there is going to be a lot of Fraser in handcuffs in this post (OF WHICH I SO MASSIVELY APPROVE) because right now I am, uh, working on Fraser/Rodney with handcuffs. I am also making myself kind of unironically ship Fraser/Rodney, which, I don't even know.
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Sheppard/Kowalski, puddlejumper sex
Sometimes when Sheppard requested shore leave in a puddlejumper, Ray would file for the same day. Not all the time; probably not even half the time. He knew they were surrounded by some of the smartest people from Earth, and making a pattern out of it would have been incredibly stupid. But once in a while, when Ray was feeling particularly antsy, had been at one too many diplomatic mission gone sour or had one too many of the guys in his squad turned into a husk by space vampires or had just been stuck in Atlantis too long and needed some space, he'd request shore leave the same day Sheppard took it.
More often than not they'd have Teyla and some tagalong scientists -- botanists, mostly, which Ray did not get -- but after Sheppard had played taxi service, they'd have the whole day for some joyriding.
"Jesus, Kowalski," Sheppard said, the fourth or maybe fifth time Ray decided to come along on a day trip, "you got your own ATA. Take a different one."
Which was pretty stupid coming from the military leader of the expedition, since he knew better than Ray that leaving the city even two 'jumpers down was a major gap in security. Ray just grinned and slouched in the cockpit doorway. "Make me."
"You're the most annoying guy I know," Sheppard told him, hands wrapped on the controls for liftoff. Ray felt the bottom drop out of his stomach as the trees juddered and dropped down away beneath them, wide blue sky opening up in the viewscreen. "And that's pretty impressive. Considering some of the guys I know."
Ray guessed Sheppard's list had the same couple of Canadians at the top as his did. "Wow, that is impressive. I'm touched."
"Uh-huh," Sheppard said, tilting them up a little for altitude. Ray walked against gravity out of the doorway and slid into the copilot chair, slouched there and squinted out at the glitter of the sea. He knew he was settling in for a bit of a wait; Ray hated waiting, but he also knew the routine. Sheppard would fly out as much of the wanderlust and emotional baggage that he could, and then -- they'd get whatever it was they got out of this. Ray really wasn't sure. For all Ray knew, every time he came along Sheppard needed as much time as possible to have some sort of internal debate with himself, a will-I-won't-I, weighing all the pros and cons. Ray, now, personally Ray had gone to another galaxy to get away from all the history and problems that used to follow him around, and, again, seeing as the US military was in another galaxy, he had his pros and cons all worked out.
Besides, he knew how Sheppard's would work out too. After an hour, blue sky, blue sea, only the occasional distant whale or nearby cloud to break things up, Sheppard finally started relaxing. He breathed out a sigh, unclenched his hands from the controls, and slouched subtly toward Ray, which was all the talking they ever did about this thing. Ray sure as hell didn't mind. He just got up from his seat and crossed the few inches to Sheppard's, sliding down onto Sheppard's lap with Sheppard pressed back against the seat in front of him and the puddlejumper's controls humming right against his back, warmth and life and frenetic energy all around him, flying blind. That got Ray going more than anything else, maybe got Sheppard going too, but either way one moment Ray was sitting in his own chair, minding his own business, and the next he was sandwiched in and making out with Sheppard, deep and dirty, the puddlejumper flying wherever the hell it liked.
"Hey," Sheppard said, a breath of protest, and reached around Ray to punch in automatic pilot before something actually dangerous happened. Ray was waiting for the day he'd forget, the day he wouldn't do it on purpose, the day they'd shoot out into space or crash-land and fuck, his hands were trembling tearing off Sheppard's uniform in a too-small space.
They could do this anywhere, Ray knew that. Not anywhere anywhere, but somewhere on the mainland, or even in the back of the 'jumper, or, hell, in an abandoned corridor in an uninhabited part of the city (and Ray wanted to do that last one, he really, really wanted to do that last one) but it was always in a puddlejumper cockpit, both of them kissing messy and frantic enough to give each other stubble-burn, fumbling with clothes, not even really undressing, just taking off enough to reach skin, just enough to rut together with the 'jumper controls digging hard into Ray's shoulder blades. It was never anything more than that, or anything else. Ray thought he knew why: this was already fucking intense. This got him revved up faster than almost anything had in his life, and Sheppard was right there with him, pressing his face against Ray's shoulder, making a noise like he'd been shot, and dragging Ray along so that Ray pounded the heel of a hand hard against the 'jumper console and came with a strangled yell.
And this wasn't anything. This was dumb teenage fumbling. This was the Pegasus equivalent of necking in your parents' car.
Ray, being the one who was pinning Sheppard to the seat, was the one who had to get them cleaned up. Sheppard, being Sheppard, flew them back to the mainland to wait for Teyla and the botanists. Then they sat with the puddlejumper's back open, sitting on the floor with their feet dangling above the long grass; Sheppard tried to convince Ray that golf was interesting, and Ray tried to convince Sheppard that the Canadians were onto something with that hockey thing. They ate some MREs. Ray wanted to know where the hell Sheppard was getting his contraband hair gel, since Ray's hair was starting to look floppy and stupid and just because he was in another galaxy didn't mean he couldn't have decent hair now and then. Sheppard wouldn't tell him, and then Teyla came back, and was surprised to learn that Ray and Sheppard's hair wasn't that way naturally, and they all laughed themselves sick and went to pick up the botonists.
Ray kind of wondered what it would be like if -- But that was stupid. So he just settled back into the normal Atlantis routine until it was time for shore leave again.
Re: Sheppard/Kowalski, puddlejumper sex
Re: Sheppard/Kowalski, puddlejumper sex
I'll be in my bunk (and whoa, omg, I totally suggested a universe to you here! I think this means I win, muhaha!)
And yeah, contraband hairgel and I just bet that jumper's doing loops or something fun.
Re: Sheppard/Kowalski, puddlejumper sex
But first I have to finish my non-crossover OT3. And probably rewatch some SGA. /o\
Re: Sheppard/Kowalski, puddlejumper sex
-looks briefly shifty-
Could I beta it if you wrote it?
Re: Sheppard/Kowalski, puddlejumper sex
Re: Sheppard/Kowalski, puddlejumper sex