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Mr. Nothing's Got a Lot by Lady Krysis (NC-17)
Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles
Pairing: Sam Hanna/G. Callen
Length: ~2035 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lady_krysis
Author Website: Fic at AO3
Why this must be read: Banter. And handcuffs. Established Sam/G get ready for the undercover mission with the militia (episode 1.8, Ambush). There's affection and heat and a playful flirting to it all that culminates in something far more intense. I like this fic the way Callen likes explosions and poorly-executed plots. That is to say, a lot.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, G," Sam says with an easy nonchalance. He closes his fingers around G's left wrist, rubbing his thumb over the knob of bone, the tips of his fingers stroking the skin where G's pulse flutters wildly like a spooked bird. He lets his fingers linger there, warm and constant, while G talks.
"I thought I knew the important stuff at least. How can we have a good working relationship if I don't know the important stuff?" G asks, his eyes shifting to the cuffs dangling in Sam's right hand.
Sam feels a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth but tries to suppress it when he looks at G and snaps the first cuff on, testing to make sure it's not too tight. "A working relationship? Is that what this is?"
"For now." G's shoulders roll up into a shrug, his eyes darting down at the pull of the cuff. "Your courtship skills suck. Not that I hold it against you." Sam shakes his head, the smile winning free from his control as G happily continues, "You should know by now that I'm a fast food kind of guy, Sam. Give me explosions and poorly-executed plot any day."
Sam snaps on the second cuff and then smoothes the tips of his fingers up the inside of G's wrist. "You have to take a break from work some time, G."
"Was that a dig at my professionalism?" G asks, dropping his hands, tugging Sam's down with them. "Because I think my record proves that my plans are above and beyond genius level."
"Not including this plan."
Read the story: Mr. Nothing's Got a Lot
And don't forget to feedback the author.
Pairing: Sam Hanna/G. Callen
Length: ~2035 words
Author on LJ:
lady_krysisAuthor Website: Fic at AO3
Why this must be read: Banter. And handcuffs. Established Sam/G get ready for the undercover mission with the militia (episode 1.8, Ambush). There's affection and heat and a playful flirting to it all that culminates in something far more intense. I like this fic the way Callen likes explosions and poorly-executed plots. That is to say, a lot.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, G," Sam says with an easy nonchalance. He closes his fingers around G's left wrist, rubbing his thumb over the knob of bone, the tips of his fingers stroking the skin where G's pulse flutters wildly like a spooked bird. He lets his fingers linger there, warm and constant, while G talks.
"I thought I knew the important stuff at least. How can we have a good working relationship if I don't know the important stuff?" G asks, his eyes shifting to the cuffs dangling in Sam's right hand.
Sam feels a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth but tries to suppress it when he looks at G and snaps the first cuff on, testing to make sure it's not too tight. "A working relationship? Is that what this is?"
"For now." G's shoulders roll up into a shrug, his eyes darting down at the pull of the cuff. "Your courtship skills suck. Not that I hold it against you." Sam shakes his head, the smile winning free from his control as G happily continues, "You should know by now that I'm a fast food kind of guy, Sam. Give me explosions and poorly-executed plot any day."
Sam snaps on the second cuff and then smoothes the tips of his fingers up the inside of G's wrist. "You have to take a break from work some time, G."
"Was that a dig at my professionalism?" G asks, dropping his hands, tugging Sam's down with them. "Because I think my record proves that my plans are above and beyond genius level."
"Not including this plan."
Read the story: Mr. Nothing's Got a Lot
And don't forget to feedback the author.
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