Gwen ficlets
Apr. 12th, 2012 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deird1Here are two ficlets starring Gwen Raiden.
Title: Electric
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 289
Pairing: Gwen/Gunn
Summary: Gwen finds out about sex...
Electric
She’s new at this, and for a moment she freaks, but then, mid-kiss, she suddenly realises something:
Sex is like electricity. She knows about electricity.
She’s been grounded and harmless for so long – sitting dormant.
But then they touch.
And only one touch is needed, one connection, and suddenly they’re conducting better than metal, and they both turn live.
Live is electric. Live is dangerous. Live is… new.
Electrons start flowing, one after another – because there’s this space between them, and space is bad. Distance is bad. The electrons rush to cross the gap and pull the two of them together, not an inch of space left between.
But every electron is followed by another one, it’s inevitable, and soon they’re all racing through her, charging every part of her to an enormously high voltage, and then even higher.
She shudders under the strain, and reaches for ground state, but the ground is so far away, and she’s never going to reach it again. She’s turned electric.
The air is electric.
And it really must be true that opposites attract – positive and negative – cause he’s so close now, so very close, and still she wants – needs – him even closer.
She’s never felt more magnetic.
The current spills through them, exciting every particle, and pushing up the heat – although heat comes from resistance, and she’s got almost no resistance left.
Electrons are slamming across them, the voltage is through the roof – and apparently their wiring is faulty, because something snaps and something EXPLODES and there’s current current current and the sparks are flying everywhere…
Gwen risked her life tonight. Risked everything – to turn the electricity off.
And now she’s suddenly realised:
Electricity? Isn’t nearly as bad as she thought.
Title: The Plan
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Summary: A heist.
The Plan
“Let me just see if I’ve got this. Buffy Summers, the Supergirl who activated all the other Supergirls–”
“They’re called Slayers, actually.”
“Whatever. So, Little Miss Super-Summers is going to be at a secure facility – a secure facility locked within a separate mystical dimension, having a secret meeting with eight of her very favourite junior Supergirls. All of whom are probably more highly trained than any of the other thousand equally strong and scary Supergirls she’s got on her side, who will all start coming after anyone who gets on Summers’ bad side. And you want me to somehow hack through to the other dimension, sneak into this facility, unseen, take out all nine of the superstrong vampire killers before they get a chance to notice me, grab the axe–”
“Scythe.”
“Sorry, grab the scythe – the mystical, essence connected to all the Slayers, Weapon Extraordinaire scythe – and make my escape, just in time to deliver it to you by Friday. Which is in two days.”
“That’s right.”
“Without any pissed off super-killers coming after me?”
“We’d certainly hope not.”
“And for all of this, you’re going to give me three million dollars – untraceable.”
“Exactly.”
Gwen smiled. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
Title: Electric
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 289
Pairing: Gwen/Gunn
Summary: Gwen finds out about sex...
Electric
She’s new at this, and for a moment she freaks, but then, mid-kiss, she suddenly realises something:
Sex is like electricity. She knows about electricity.
She’s been grounded and harmless for so long – sitting dormant.
But then they touch.
And only one touch is needed, one connection, and suddenly they’re conducting better than metal, and they both turn live.
Live is electric. Live is dangerous. Live is… new.
Electrons start flowing, one after another – because there’s this space between them, and space is bad. Distance is bad. The electrons rush to cross the gap and pull the two of them together, not an inch of space left between.
But every electron is followed by another one, it’s inevitable, and soon they’re all racing through her, charging every part of her to an enormously high voltage, and then even higher.
She shudders under the strain, and reaches for ground state, but the ground is so far away, and she’s never going to reach it again. She’s turned electric.
The air is electric.
And it really must be true that opposites attract – positive and negative – cause he’s so close now, so very close, and still she wants – needs – him even closer.
She’s never felt more magnetic.
The current spills through them, exciting every particle, and pushing up the heat – although heat comes from resistance, and she’s got almost no resistance left.
Electrons are slamming across them, the voltage is through the roof – and apparently their wiring is faulty, because something snaps and something EXPLODES and there’s current current current and the sparks are flying everywhere…
Gwen risked her life tonight. Risked everything – to turn the electricity off.
And now she’s suddenly realised:
Electricity? Isn’t nearly as bad as she thought.
Title: The Plan
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Summary: A heist.
The Plan
“Let me just see if I’ve got this. Buffy Summers, the Supergirl who activated all the other Supergirls–”
“They’re called Slayers, actually.”
“Whatever. So, Little Miss Super-Summers is going to be at a secure facility – a secure facility locked within a separate mystical dimension, having a secret meeting with eight of her very favourite junior Supergirls. All of whom are probably more highly trained than any of the other thousand equally strong and scary Supergirls she’s got on her side, who will all start coming after anyone who gets on Summers’ bad side. And you want me to somehow hack through to the other dimension, sneak into this facility, unseen, take out all nine of the superstrong vampire killers before they get a chance to notice me, grab the axe–”
“Scythe.”
“Sorry, grab the scythe – the mystical, essence connected to all the Slayers, Weapon Extraordinaire scythe – and make my escape, just in time to deliver it to you by Friday. Which is in two days.”
“That’s right.”
“Without any pissed off super-killers coming after me?”
“We’d certainly hope not.”
“And for all of this, you’re going to give me three million dollars – untraceable.”
“Exactly.”
Gwen smiled. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”