Grin and Bear It, by everagaby (NC-17)
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Fandom Category: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Sarah Connor/Derek Reese
Fic Title: Grin and Bear It
Author: everagaby
Link: http://everagaby.livejournal.com/71648.html
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17, Language and sex
Genre: Smut
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: Derek and Sarah pretend to be a happy married couple for John's Parent-Teacher Conference. Oh, yeah, there's no way that could go wrong. I love this fic because it's so them, constantly testing each other and pushing. Yet hot, and funny, and just very unexpectedly appealing (considering how hardcore Sarah/Kyle I used to be). Very good stuff.
Sarah being concerned about these people’s opinions is comical. In the long run, these people are expendable currency. Worse case scenario, they’ll be out of here in a month or two. So Derek smiles, shifts his grip out of Sarah’s, wraps his arm around her shoulders, and cheerfully introduces them as the Rileys to the tenth grade algebra teacher. It doesn’t take long before Sarah catches on, and not long after that before she starts showing him just how unamused she is. It becomes a kind of game: when he squeezes her shoulders he gets an elbow in the ribs, a hand at the small of her back leads to a torqued wrist, and a hand running down her forearm makes her tense before wrapping her arm around his waist and finding and prodding that same bruised rib with deadly accuracy.
As the night stretches on he gets more daring, palm against the back of her neck as he talks about their honeymoon in Barbados, thumb tracing the nape of her neck as he smiles and talks about their boy, John. Derek thinks maybe he’s taken it too far when someone asks how they met and he says, “Through my brother.” Sarah gets a distant look in her eyes that Derek recognizes as Kyle related. Moments like this he almost wants to prod her to let her know that he knows, that it’s an open secret that made sense the second Derek found out they could go back in time. Then the moment’s gone and she’s stepping on instep with fervor, so he figures they’re okay, and talks to the gym teacher about baseball.
Playing with a loaded gun like this is fun, more fun than it should be, but even he knows he’s going to get his ass kicked when he skims his hand down her side and rests it against the waistband of her skirt and she just freezes.
She doesn’t disappoint him, waiting until people trickle out to the last of the group, walking him to the secluded part of the parking lot, and slamming him against the brick wall he’s starting to get awfully fond of. She leans in, says, “What the fuck was that about?”
She’s angry, no doubt, but something else in her voice that makes him stop, makes him notice her dialated pupils, her too-flushed skin, and then he gets it. Holy fuck does he get it. Every hesitation, every time her muscles tensed for a moment before relaxing again.
Fandom Category: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Sarah Connor/Derek Reese
Fic Title: Grin and Bear It
Author: everagaby
Link: http://everagaby.livejournal.com/71648.html
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17, Language and sex
Genre: Smut
WIP?: No
Why This Must Be Read: Derek and Sarah pretend to be a happy married couple for John's Parent-Teacher Conference. Oh, yeah, there's no way that could go wrong. I love this fic because it's so them, constantly testing each other and pushing. Yet hot, and funny, and just very unexpectedly appealing (considering how hardcore Sarah/Kyle I used to be). Very good stuff.
Sarah being concerned about these people’s opinions is comical. In the long run, these people are expendable currency. Worse case scenario, they’ll be out of here in a month or two. So Derek smiles, shifts his grip out of Sarah’s, wraps his arm around her shoulders, and cheerfully introduces them as the Rileys to the tenth grade algebra teacher. It doesn’t take long before Sarah catches on, and not long after that before she starts showing him just how unamused she is. It becomes a kind of game: when he squeezes her shoulders he gets an elbow in the ribs, a hand at the small of her back leads to a torqued wrist, and a hand running down her forearm makes her tense before wrapping her arm around his waist and finding and prodding that same bruised rib with deadly accuracy.
As the night stretches on he gets more daring, palm against the back of her neck as he talks about their honeymoon in Barbados, thumb tracing the nape of her neck as he smiles and talks about their boy, John. Derek thinks maybe he’s taken it too far when someone asks how they met and he says, “Through my brother.” Sarah gets a distant look in her eyes that Derek recognizes as Kyle related. Moments like this he almost wants to prod her to let her know that he knows, that it’s an open secret that made sense the second Derek found out they could go back in time. Then the moment’s gone and she’s stepping on instep with fervor, so he figures they’re okay, and talks to the gym teacher about baseball.
Playing with a loaded gun like this is fun, more fun than it should be, but even he knows he’s going to get his ass kicked when he skims his hand down her side and rests it against the waistband of her skirt and she just freezes.
She doesn’t disappoint him, waiting until people trickle out to the last of the group, walking him to the secluded part of the parking lot, and slamming him against the brick wall he’s starting to get awfully fond of. She leans in, says, “What the fuck was that about?”
She’s angry, no doubt, but something else in her voice that makes him stop, makes him notice her dialated pupils, her too-flushed skin, and then he gets it. Holy fuck does he get it. Every hesitation, every time her muscles tensed for a moment before relaxing again.
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