Meredith, by respoftw (T)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Jeannie Miller
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: slash, light bdsm, emotional hurt/comfort,
Warnings: none
Word count: 4,091
Author's Journal:respoftw
Author's Website: respoftw on AO3
Link: Meredith
Author’s summary: John first stumbled upon the collar less than a week into their stay on Atlantis.
Why This Must Be Read: This is another wonderful fic written by respoftw, one of my all-time favorite authors. It takes you on a short journey into an alternate reality, with a light BDSM relationship between John and Rodney which has developed after Rodney's collar was accidentally revealed and put Rodney in an embarrassing, hurtful situation.
It's a captivating story that describes the dynamic of Sub!Rodney and Top!John in an amazingly sensitive and thoughtful way, and the alternating use of 'now' and 'then' perfectly intensifies the emotional atmosphere. As the rating "Teens and Up" (it's actually very PG-13 according to the author) already tells, it's nothing graphic but beautifully depicted, and it will leave you with a good feeling.
“So, if I open this drawer, you’re saying that I won’t find a black leather collar with a little silver nameplate hanging from it?” His hand moved towards the drawer handle slowly, carefully, giving Rodney plenty of time to admit it, to explain himself, to stop him.
Rodney didn’t say anything, just sat there wide eyed and lost looking and John sighed, moving away and sitting back down on the bed. “Look, Rodney...I’ve seen it.”
“When?” Rodney whispered.
“Years ago,” John stressed. “When we first came here.” He could see Rodney was shaking now, actually trembling with some emotion that John was only just starting to recognise. He reached out to grab Rodney’s wrist, steadying his shaking hands. “It...it’s not a cat’s collar is it?”
A minute shake of the head was all he got. John shifted closer and tried again.
“Is it yours?”
Rodney nodded quietly before laughing abruptly. “Fine,” he spat. “Yes, it’s mine.” He pulled his hand out from under John’s grasp and stood, striding over to his bedside cabinet, opening the drawer and pulling the collar out. He buckled it around his neck with shaking hands, eyes blazing. “Happy now? Rodney McKay likes to wear a collar and take orders in the bedroom. Tell all your friends, I’m sure they’ll be lining up to take a shot.”
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Jeannie Miller
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: slash, light bdsm, emotional hurt/comfort,
Warnings: none
Word count: 4,091
Author's Journal:
respoftw Author's Website: respoftw on AO3
Link: Meredith
Author’s summary: John first stumbled upon the collar less than a week into their stay on Atlantis.
Why This Must Be Read: This is another wonderful fic written by respoftw, one of my all-time favorite authors. It takes you on a short journey into an alternate reality, with a light BDSM relationship between John and Rodney which has developed after Rodney's collar was accidentally revealed and put Rodney in an embarrassing, hurtful situation.
It's a captivating story that describes the dynamic of Sub!Rodney and Top!John in an amazingly sensitive and thoughtful way, and the alternating use of 'now' and 'then' perfectly intensifies the emotional atmosphere. As the rating "Teens and Up" (it's actually very PG-13 according to the author) already tells, it's nothing graphic but beautifully depicted, and it will leave you with a good feeling.
“So, if I open this drawer, you’re saying that I won’t find a black leather collar with a little silver nameplate hanging from it?” His hand moved towards the drawer handle slowly, carefully, giving Rodney plenty of time to admit it, to explain himself, to stop him.
Rodney didn’t say anything, just sat there wide eyed and lost looking and John sighed, moving away and sitting back down on the bed. “Look, Rodney...I’ve seen it.”
“When?” Rodney whispered.
“Years ago,” John stressed. “When we first came here.” He could see Rodney was shaking now, actually trembling with some emotion that John was only just starting to recognise. He reached out to grab Rodney’s wrist, steadying his shaking hands. “It...it’s not a cat’s collar is it?”
A minute shake of the head was all he got. John shifted closer and tried again.
“Is it yours?”
Rodney nodded quietly before laughing abruptly. “Fine,” he spat. “Yes, it’s mine.” He pulled his hand out from under John’s grasp and stood, striding over to his bedside cabinet, opening the drawer and pulling the collar out. He buckled it around his neck with shaking hands, eyes blazing. “Happy now? Rodney McKay likes to wear a collar and take orders in the bedroom. Tell all your friends, I’m sure they’ll be lining up to take a shot.”
