blue flamingos

Last Kiss: Alison/Cadman

Fandom: SGA

Category/Rated: Slash/PG

Year/Length: 2011/509 words

Pairing: Alison/Cadman

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, for which I should think they're profoundly grateful.

Feedback: Yes please. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad.

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"You don't think this was weird?" Alison asked, threading her fingers through Laura's hair. "You have pretty hair."

Laura laughed, the vibration of it travelling through both of their naked, sweaty bodies, and kissed Alison's shoulder. "Those two statements connected to one another?"

"Nope. Sex makes me a bit stupid."

Laura looked up, her eyes bright, her smile clear and relaxed. "S'okay. I like you a little bit stupid."

"I thought you liked me being smart."

"I like you lots of ways." Laura tucked her head down again, one hand stepping across Alison's stomach. "Why we're friends."

"So do you think this was weird?" Alison asked again; sex made her a bit stupid, but no less persistent.

"I thought it was pretty normal." Alison was sure she could feel Laura's grin against her skin. "And trust me, I've had enough sex to judge."

Alison tugged at the lock of hair between her fingers. "I meant, is it weird that we're friends, and we just had sex, and that we've both slept with Carson?"

Laura shrugged, not all that well since she was lying down. "I think it's a little weird that you want to discuss our mutual ex while we're in bed together," she said, her voice resolutely neutral.

Alison went back to petting her hair, trying to soothe a hurt she wasn't even a hundred per cent sure she'd caused. "I just thought... I don't know, I've never slept with anyone who's slept with someone else I know."

Laura propped her chin on Alison's shoulder again, some of the wicked amusement that Alison liked so much about her back on her face. "You live in a city of fewer than three hundred people. Unless Carson and I are the only people you've slept with, that's probably not true."

Alison thought about who she'd had sex with since moving to Atlantis, and who they might have had sex with, and then decided she was better off not thinking about it at all.

"Told you," Laura said smugly. Then, more seriously. "No, I don't think it's weird. We're friends, we like each other, we were horny, we had sex. No big deal."

Alison did her very best wounded puppy eyes. "I thought this was the start of a beautiful relationship," she said mournfully. "I thought we'd get married."

Laura swooped in and kissed her, already laughing, a hint of tongue against Alison's, before she swung herself off the bed and reached for her T-shirt. "Stick to science, Doc, acting's never going to be your thing."

"I know," Alison said mournfully. All she really wanted was to stay in bed, bask in the afterglow, but she was supposed to meeting Jennifer for dinner, and Jennifer had always been really good about not cancelling on her for Rodney. She caught Laura around the waist anyway, pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. "I had fun, thanks."

"You're damn right you had fun," Laura said. "I'm dynamite in the sack."

"Modest, too," Alison said, and went to find her discarded shirt.


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