Tiny fic: SGA, Compromise (tiny kink,
kinda. Um. Failed kink?)
2shelties is a deeply kinky woman who
really, really wants to see John on his knees in front of Rodney. But I said Rodney would
make the world's worst dominant top (I mean, seriously, he'd be worse than I am! Even with
my inappropriately large collection of suede floggers
ahem), and she agreed with me
but said she could dream, couldn't she? And I figured, hey, sure, and this took less than
10 minutes to write, so yeah, whatever.
Rodney/John, SGA, slash microfic.
"On your knees!"
"Now, um, hey, are you comfortable? Like, do you need a cushion or something?"
"What? I'm just asking! You've got really bony knees; that's going to get painful
after a while."
"That's kind of the point, Rodney."
"No it isn't, I mean, that's not what you told me! You said you wanted me to be all
dominant and stuff, you didn't say you wanted sore knees!"
dammit, Rodney, just tell me what you want me to do! Don't over think
"Okay, okay, well, um
lick my boots, then. No, no, wait, don't do that, they're
not boots, anyway, they're joggers and that's not sexy is it, and you don't know where
I've been! Well, yes, you do, you were there, but who knows what I stepped in, because,
seriously, there was some pretty nasty stuff on that planet and
"What? Hey, I know where you put your mouth! I don't want you kissing me later if
you've had your tongue in
in whatever that is!"
"You're not helping me relax here, Rodney."
"I know, I know, how about, um
okay, suck my toes?"
"Sound more forceful."
"Okay, suck my toes, er, slave. No, wait, don't take my shoes off."
"How am I supposed to suck your toes if I can't take your shoes off!
"It's not that, I'm all for the toe sucking, it's just that I've been wearing those
shoes all day and even with extra thick socks that's not going to be all that great."
"Rodney, I don't mind, I've been in the military for years, I'm used to smelly
"Well, that's just gross. Mental image I did not need right there. And I do not have
smelly feet! I was just trying to be considerate, Colonel."
"See, and that's another thing. You can't call me Colonel when we're doing this, all
"So, you like the 'slave' thing?"
"How about you just call me John? You just don't say 'slave' with any
"Well, you can't call me Rodney, then, can you? I mean, 'Rodney'? I'm not inspiring
terror in anyone with a name like Rodney."
"You don't inspire terror anyway."
"I mean, I mean, it's just not working. And Sir is too military, bad connotations.
How about, um
"Oh, for the love of
even with my ego I can't pull off 'Master' convincingly.
"Grand poo bah?"
"Oh yes, now who was accusing whom of not taking this seriously?"
"Er, how about Doctor?"
"Doctor? All right, yes, call me Doctor. And say it with respect!"
"Oh man, you make that sound dirty
Wanna go make out?"
"Er, sorry. Um
Where were we? Suck my toes? No, no, that wasn't going to work,
was it. We really should have planned this better, maybe we should have a shower first.
Come on, stand up, let's go have a shower."
"You're just ruining the entire mood here, Rodney."
"Hey, you could always wash my hair for me. You know, submissively."
"How on earth am I supposed to submissively wash your hair?"
"I dont know! You're the one with the kink here, not me! Try
at the ground or something."
"That won't work, I'll get soap in your eyes and then you'll cry about it."
"I will not cry about it! Oh, you're like the worst slave ever."
Doctor. How about we shower together, all nice and sexy, then we try
"And then you can suck my toes."
"You're really into the toe thing, aren't you?"
"Hey, you have your kinks, I have mine, yours are a little more abnormal perhaps, but
it's all good. Possibly we can find a middle ground here. Win win situation, making
compromises, keeping everyone happy and productive, that's the secret to good
"Perhaps you should write that up in your next mission report, Doctor."
"Oh, shut up. On your knees, smart ass, wash my hair!"
"Rodney, I can hardly reach your hair if I'm on my knees!"
"Oh yeah, hang on, if I hunker down a bit
"Rodney, you're supposed to be dominating me here; you're not supposed to be
"What? Oh, you are so picky! I'm trying my best here, John. It's not my fault if
you've got some obscure perversion! You know, this is the first time that anyone has ever
complained that I'm not bossy enough!"
"This is going to take a while, isn't it, Rodney."
And so on and so forth
I might finish this into something more
coherent one day.