3 Themed Drabbles from the drabble tree

[wickedwords]

I wrote 3 drabbles for the mckay_sheppard third drabble tree. All of them proper drabbles of 100 words (more or less, depending on how well I counted). Amazingly, they are thematically linked. Or, considering their theme, maybe not so amazing after all.

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John hissed as Rodney's hand stroked down his side, and tried to ignore the way the guards grinned at the two of them. "Can you just get me outta here?"

"All you had to do was ask, Colonel." Rodney unbuckled the thick, leather cuffs and John immediately dropped his hands to his sides, his aching shoulders finally getting some relief. His hands quickly started to tingle as proper circulation returned; the cuffs had been too damn tight.

Rodney rubbed John's wrists gently. "I'm afraid I can't give you anything to wear," he said softly. "They still think you're my slave."

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The crowd goes wild: whistling and howling, feet stamping and screaming. The Proalant is beaming as Rodney wobbles across the floor of the area, blood dripping from where the last qu'oin had nicked him.

"Welcome, treasured son!" The Proalant stands, weathered face bright with joy, and gestures to the veiled attendant on the arena floor. "Refresh yourself after victory."

"Yeah, yeah. That's great," Rodney says, taking a cup of water from the woman and drinking it. "There. I've finished your stupid ritual. So what did you do with the rest of my team?"

"Well..." The Proalant shifts uncomfortably. "They escaped."

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"I can't! She's just a kid!" Rodney flailed around in panic, and looked at Teyla. "What kind of people are they, that they would send a...a...a child to--"

"Warm your bed?" Teyla said carefully.

"Yes, exactly." Rodney snapped his fingers. "That."

"I am a full member of this tribe," Halan ground out, her arms crossed determinedly under her breasts as she glared at Teyla. "I won the right to attend him."

"You may attend him," Teyla said, unfastening her vest and draping it over the chair, "but I will warm his bed tonight."

Halan bowed while Rodney blushed.

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In conclusion: 1) wow, do I need a beta and b) I should write more kink.

Comments

[kimberlite.livejournal.com]

They are all cool but I can't get Cuffed!John out of my head. Guh!

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

Bondage. Slavery. Forced service. Gee, I wonder where my head was at. *g* And really, John needs to be tied up more. A lot more. Thanks!

[elke-tanzer.livejournal.com]

Amen to that. YUM.

[copracat]

b) I should write more kink.

*nods*

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

consensus seems to be that yes, more kink is required.

[copracat]

The fandom brain, combined, is extremely wise and insightful.

[thepouncer.livejournal.com]

Kink makes the universe a happier place. *nods firmly*

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

It does indeed. *g*

[monanotlisa.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love the third one!

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Rodney/Teyla can be a lot of fun. *g*

[springwoof.livejournal.com]

The first and third drabbles were really fantastic and wonderful, but the second one won my heart with:
"There. I've finished your stupid ritual. So what did you do with the rest of my team?"
"Well..." The Proalant shifts uncomfortably. "They escaped."

Hee!

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

*g* Poor Rodney! All that work, and in the end, for nothing. Such frustration.

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

"Well..." The Proalant shifts uncomfortably. "They escaped."

huh. that's bitter.

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

Maybe a little. I like to think of it as ironic. *g*