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dontwantmebackTitle: Sexytimes Part Thirty-Six - Cameron/Veronica
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1/Veronica Mars
Pairing: Cameron Mitchell/Veronica Mars
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 460 words
Earth was being invaded, or close enough to. There were aliens across the country, probably across the planet, and it was up to Homeworld Security and the SGC to deal with it. Cameron was sent to lead the team in the North-East, their headquarters in Washington, ended up collaborating with the FBI and U.S. Marshals and whatever other organizations could be useful to them, putting together smaller teams to hunt down the invading aliens. Being in charge meant he spent almost no time in the field, instead making calls and driving between offices, sitting in meetings and briefings and telling people where to go. It wasn't really his thing, but the team leaders from the other organizations shared his annoyance at being stuck in an office.
And the woman from the FBI, a blonde and completely his type, Veronica Mars, was pretty good company and always made for a good conversation if they had a few minutes to spare. She never asked too many questions, even though Cameron could tell she hated it every time he told her she didn't have the security clearance to know the details. She never complained that it was harder to be helpful without all the information, and Cameron appreciated that about her.
The flirting was just a fun thing that made all the time they spent cooped up bearable.
Flirting, though, led to Agent Mars kissing him in the elevator one night, and to them doing it again the next afternoon in the hallway outside the office. And again the next day in the copy room, where things got out of hand and like some sort of terrible stereotype they ended up trying to have sex right there against the copier. With Cameron's crisp jeans pushed down his hips with hardly more than loosening the button, and her crisp suit almost stripped completely off her body.
And right before anything beyond that could really happen, one of the other FBI agents came in with a file. The young man stuttered an apology and hightailed it out of there, but it was too late; Cameron and Agent Mars has come to their senses enough to realise that having sex in the copy room of an FBI office was a terrible idea, and they redressed and straightened themselves out without a word to one another.
By the end of next day they'd finished their mission, found their target and shutting down the collaboration, packing up and sending everyone back to their regular jobs. Cameron caught Agent Mars, Veronica, before he left for the airport, handed her a card with his number and made a vague offer of: "If you're ever in Colorado Springs."
She smiled at him and took the card, nodded. "I'll look you up."
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1/Veronica Mars
Pairing: Cameron Mitchell/Veronica Mars
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 460 words
Earth was being invaded, or close enough to. There were aliens across the country, probably across the planet, and it was up to Homeworld Security and the SGC to deal with it. Cameron was sent to lead the team in the North-East, their headquarters in Washington, ended up collaborating with the FBI and U.S. Marshals and whatever other organizations could be useful to them, putting together smaller teams to hunt down the invading aliens. Being in charge meant he spent almost no time in the field, instead making calls and driving between offices, sitting in meetings and briefings and telling people where to go. It wasn't really his thing, but the team leaders from the other organizations shared his annoyance at being stuck in an office.
And the woman from the FBI, a blonde and completely his type, Veronica Mars, was pretty good company and always made for a good conversation if they had a few minutes to spare. She never asked too many questions, even though Cameron could tell she hated it every time he told her she didn't have the security clearance to know the details. She never complained that it was harder to be helpful without all the information, and Cameron appreciated that about her.
The flirting was just a fun thing that made all the time they spent cooped up bearable.
Flirting, though, led to Agent Mars kissing him in the elevator one night, and to them doing it again the next afternoon in the hallway outside the office. And again the next day in the copy room, where things got out of hand and like some sort of terrible stereotype they ended up trying to have sex right there against the copier. With Cameron's crisp jeans pushed down his hips with hardly more than loosening the button, and her crisp suit almost stripped completely off her body.
And right before anything beyond that could really happen, one of the other FBI agents came in with a file. The young man stuttered an apology and hightailed it out of there, but it was too late; Cameron and Agent Mars has come to their senses enough to realise that having sex in the copy room of an FBI office was a terrible idea, and they redressed and straightened themselves out without a word to one another.
By the end of next day they'd finished their mission, found their target and shutting down the collaboration, packing up and sending everyone back to their regular jobs. Cameron caught Agent Mars, Veronica, before he left for the airport, handed her a card with his number and made a vague offer of: "If you're ever in Colorado Springs."
She smiled at him and took the card, nodded. "I'll look you up."