fic: The Last Session [PG]
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renisanzTitle: "The Last Session"
Author: renisanz
Summary: It was supposed to be their last session. No one was supposed to find out about it.
Category: Gen/Humor
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~400
Warning/Spoilers: implied nudity.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, not making money off 'em; no copyright infringement intended.
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lostcityfound fic battle. Prompt: Keller, Lorne, model & painter. I've been toying with this idea for a while. My final fic for this battle. I actually managed to write 3 fics. Wow.
Author: renisanz
Summary: It was supposed to be their last session. No one was supposed to find out about it.
Category: Gen/Humor
Rating: PG
Wordcount: ~400
Warning/Spoilers: implied nudity.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, not making money off 'em; no copyright infringement intended.
Notes: Written for the
lostcityfound fic battle. Prompt: Keller, Lorne, model & painter. I've been toying with this idea for a while. My final fic for this battle. I actually managed to write 3 fics. Wow.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
It had begun with a simple session. Nothing major.
She'd kept on most of her clothes as he'd only requested to see as much as she was comfortable showing.
However, she turned out to be a very good model. She was good at holding a single position for extended periods of time, but he'd allow her breaks in between. It was then that she'd get up,shrug on the robe that she'd left draped over the desk chair, maybe take a swig from a nearby bottle of water and then bounce over to peak at his work so far.
“That looks nothing like me,” she would often tease, the mirth evident in her brown eyes. She was referring to the fact that he was painting her body and not her face. He thinks that's the main reason she had agreed to the arrangement.
“That's why I'm the painter . . . and you're just the doctor,” he had quipped.
She glared at him from the corner of her eye, but a smirk played at the edges of her mouth. “Just the doctor. Right.”
Now, standing next to her, both their backs slunk against the wall of the transporter, he looked over at her. His eyes took in the flush that was apparent from her round cheeks down to her bare, freckled shoulders. He watched as her fingers toyed nervously with the edges of the sheet that had been exposing much more minutes before.
Evan turned his eyes back to the unresponsive doors of the transporter and sighed. Well, at least they were alive. That nasty. . .whatever that thing was that had caused them to seek refuge here couldn't get to them, but now they were trapped. He thumped the back of his head against the rear wall. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Jennifer looked up at him finally.
“He's going to kill me, isn't he?” He felt as if he was stating a fact, rather than posing a question.
Her eyes widened, he thought it was impossible to blush more than she already was, but, well she had a tendency to surprise him. Funny. She hadn't displayed an once of shame as she stretched languorously across the pillows, her chest bare.
Jennifer opened her mouth, furrowed her brow, chewed her bottom lip and then turned away from him.
Yeah. “I thought so.”
Death by Satedan. Well, that was one way to go.
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A/N: Once again, my art school background has overtaken a fic. :) This was a fun idea to pursue. There's a very slim possibility that I'll continue this.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .It had begun with a simple session. Nothing major.
She'd kept on most of her clothes as he'd only requested to see as much as she was comfortable showing.
However, she turned out to be a very good model. She was good at holding a single position for extended periods of time, but he'd allow her breaks in between. It was then that she'd get up,shrug on the robe that she'd left draped over the desk chair, maybe take a swig from a nearby bottle of water and then bounce over to peak at his work so far.
“That looks nothing like me,” she would often tease, the mirth evident in her brown eyes. She was referring to the fact that he was painting her body and not her face. He thinks that's the main reason she had agreed to the arrangement.
“That's why I'm the painter . . . and you're just the doctor,” he had quipped.
She glared at him from the corner of her eye, but a smirk played at the edges of her mouth. “Just the doctor. Right.”
Now, standing next to her, both their backs slunk against the wall of the transporter, he looked over at her. His eyes took in the flush that was apparent from her round cheeks down to her bare, freckled shoulders. He watched as her fingers toyed nervously with the edges of the sheet that had been exposing much more minutes before.
Evan turned his eyes back to the unresponsive doors of the transporter and sighed. Well, at least they were alive. That nasty. . .whatever that thing was that had caused them to seek refuge here couldn't get to them, but now they were trapped. He thumped the back of his head against the rear wall. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Jennifer looked up at him finally.
“He's going to kill me, isn't he?” He felt as if he was stating a fact, rather than posing a question.
Her eyes widened, he thought it was impossible to blush more than she already was, but, well she had a tendency to surprise him. Funny. She hadn't displayed an once of shame as she stretched languorously across the pillows, her chest bare.
Jennifer opened her mouth, furrowed her brow, chewed her bottom lip and then turned away from him.
Yeah. “I thought so.”
Death by Satedan. Well, that was one way to go.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
A/N: Once again, my art school background has overtaken a fic. :) This was a fun idea to pursue. There's a very slim possibility that I'll continue this.
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Date: 2008-07-21 04:09 am (UTC)LOL!!!! This must be my favorite line of the whole story!! Absolutely great!!
I'm still laughing about it.
Your writing style is very admirable. You do a very good job at capturing the personalities of the character, and you write them just as well.
You know, I could actually see Jen as a good model, once she got over her shyness anyway ;)
*laughs again*
Thanks for sharing!!!
And, for the record, I would actually like to see what happens here. How they get out of the transporter, what exactly it was that caused them to get stuck in the first place, what Ronon does or says when they finally get out. You've got me curious now. :)
You're great!
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Date: 2008-07-21 04:22 am (UTC)I purposely kept the story brief and the details scarce, just to focus on this scenario. The story would have been at least twice as long if I had gone into Jen's POV and why she wasn't so shy to pose for Lorne. The short answer is that it was a slight boost to her self esteem and she was comfortable around him.
And I'm glad you found this funny. I wanted to capture Lorne's wry sense of humor. :)
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Date: 2008-07-21 06:28 pm (UTC)Wonderful, wonderful diversion, dear! Thank you so much!
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Date: 2008-07-21 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-22 08:16 am (UTC)I like!
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Date: 2008-07-22 04:19 pm (UTC)I so need a Lorne icon now.
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Date: 2008-08-25 03:36 am (UTC)I love Lorne, he's one of my favorite characters. I really loved when they made him an artist and now I just adore this little piece. Him painting Jennifer? Classic!
I'd love to see the scene where Ronon finds out about the painting. :D
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Date: 2008-08-25 03:48 am (UTC)