Persuasion (PG)
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skidmo_ficTitle: Persuasion
Rating: PG
Pairing: Beckett/Sheppard
Spoilers: Irresistible
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Carson convinces John to forgive him.
Author’s Notes: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
gatecreation episodes challenge.
“So what exactly is that thing anyway?” John made a face as he gestured towards the odd looking maybe-candle holder sitting on Carson’s desk.
“I have no bloody idea. I was kind of hoping you might be able to tell me.”
“Me? I’m not the one who was so excited that Lucius had deigned to honor me with a gift that I didn’t even bother to ask what I was supposed to do with it.”
“That’s unfair, John.”
“I think I deserve it.”
Carson stood from his chair and circled his desk until he was standing in front of the colonel. “You do, do you?”
John smirked. Two could play at this game. He crossed his arms. “Yes. I do.”
“And just what have you done to deserve the right to take the piss out of me every chance you get?”
John’s smirk morphed slowly into a leer as he uncrossed his arms and took a couple steps forward, pinning Carson between him and the desk. “Oh, it’s not what I’ve done. It’s what you’ve done.”
Carson swallowed. Hard. “We’ve been through this, John. I was drugged. You can’t hold my actions against me.”
John carefully rested his hands on the desk on either side of the doctor, leaning in and forcing the shorter man to sit down hard. He then insinuated himself between the doctor’s legs and leaned in further until his face was mere centimeter’s from Carson’s. Carson thought he was about to kiss him, but John moved his head to the right and whispered in Carson’s ear, “How do you think I felt watching you hanging all over that idiot? How do you think it made me feel when you yelled at me for taking you away from him?” His words were accusing, but his voice was tender.
“I’m so sorry, love. I didnae think...”
His words were cut short by a gasp as John’s lips reached out and captured his earlobe, sucking gently before releasing it. “No. You didn’t.” John pulled away slightly, looking Carson straight in the eyes. “You didn’t think of me at all. That’s the trouble.”
Carson’s face fell, and he looked sadly at his lover. “I’m so sorry, John. Can you ever forgive me?”
John backed away from him as far as the doorway. He paused, giving the doctor a melodramatically lecherous once over. “I don’t know, Carson. I might take some persuading.”
Seeing the look in John’s eyes, Carson knew the man was just playing with him. “Oh? Well, lucky for you then, I can be very, very persuasive when I put my mind to it.”
John smiled before slipping through the door, and Carson heard his voice from the other side, “I’m counting on it.”
fin
Rating: PG
Pairing: Beckett/Sheppard
Spoilers: Irresistible
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Carson convinces John to forgive him.
Author’s Notes: written for the
gatecreation episodes challenge. “So what exactly is that thing anyway?” John made a face as he gestured towards the odd looking maybe-candle holder sitting on Carson’s desk.
“I have no bloody idea. I was kind of hoping you might be able to tell me.”
“Me? I’m not the one who was so excited that Lucius had deigned to honor me with a gift that I didn’t even bother to ask what I was supposed to do with it.”
“That’s unfair, John.”
“I think I deserve it.”
Carson stood from his chair and circled his desk until he was standing in front of the colonel. “You do, do you?”
John smirked. Two could play at this game. He crossed his arms. “Yes. I do.”
“And just what have you done to deserve the right to take the piss out of me every chance you get?”
John’s smirk morphed slowly into a leer as he uncrossed his arms and took a couple steps forward, pinning Carson between him and the desk. “Oh, it’s not what I’ve done. It’s what you’ve done.”
Carson swallowed. Hard. “We’ve been through this, John. I was drugged. You can’t hold my actions against me.”
John carefully rested his hands on the desk on either side of the doctor, leaning in and forcing the shorter man to sit down hard. He then insinuated himself between the doctor’s legs and leaned in further until his face was mere centimeter’s from Carson’s. Carson thought he was about to kiss him, but John moved his head to the right and whispered in Carson’s ear, “How do you think I felt watching you hanging all over that idiot? How do you think it made me feel when you yelled at me for taking you away from him?” His words were accusing, but his voice was tender.
“I’m so sorry, love. I didnae think...”
His words were cut short by a gasp as John’s lips reached out and captured his earlobe, sucking gently before releasing it. “No. You didn’t.” John pulled away slightly, looking Carson straight in the eyes. “You didn’t think of me at all. That’s the trouble.”
Carson’s face fell, and he looked sadly at his lover. “I’m so sorry, John. Can you ever forgive me?”
John backed away from him as far as the doorway. He paused, giving the doctor a melodramatically lecherous once over. “I don’t know, Carson. I might take some persuading.”
Seeing the look in John’s eyes, Carson knew the man was just playing with him. “Oh? Well, lucky for you then, I can be very, very persuasive when I put my mind to it.”
John smiled before slipping through the door, and Carson heard his voice from the other side, “I’m counting on it.”
fin
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