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Okay, so, I have beer. I bought three plus one, because the dealio threeio is always just too few to thwart me in my aim to get more, so I start with three and good intentions, and end with six and a hangover. Hopefully four will be the magic number. :D

Looks like the drabble fest thing is a popular option, so.

Leave prompts here for a drabble fest.

No idea what you'll get. My interpretation of 'drabble' is a fluid thing.

And now... I guess I'm gonna watch some stargate.

*bites nails!*

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In the honor of the day:

John/Rodney, April's fool

[villainny.livejournal.com]

McKay pushed him, hard, into the supply closet; John would have pushed back, except he was pretty damned sure that this wasn't a conversation he wanted to have in front of anyone else. Instead he let momentum carry him forward until he was as far away from Rodney as he could possibly get, arms folded tight against the front of his black shirt.

Rodney looked both ways before allowing the door to slide shut, and the second or two of blackness before the lights hummed on twisted hard just below John's stomach.

Like everything else in Atlantis, the lights painted the closet orange-bled blue, and Rodney's face looked pale, lips bled dry by the tight line of his mouth.

"When, since you've known me, have I ever known the date?"

John didn't respond. Except maybe - maybe - the line of his back lost a little of its tension.

"I can't even remember the names of my minions most days, let alone - " Rodney's hands were waving now, and apparently the parallel processing was too much for his brain and he'd lost the tight control he'd reined onto his expression; the look was nothing so much as pleading, which wasn't exactly unfamiliar. "You're such an idiot, Sheppard. As if I would have - don't you have any idea how long I've been wanting - "

That was pretty much all John's restraint could take. Rodney was pressed up against the door, against John, before John'd even made a conscious decision about moving.

Rodney's mouth was just as warm, just as slick, just as eager as it'd been that morning. Just as much of a surprise and a damned revelation. Rodney grunted and gave back as good as he got, his hands sliding into John's back pockets even as he gently bit down on John's lower lip.

When John pulled away, Rodney was panting, a flush painted high on his cheekbones. There was an element of mischief to his smile, but John had other things to think about just then.


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Later (where later means after John has dressed again, and used Rodney's shower, and softly kissed him goodnight):

"McKay?"

"Yes Colonel?"

John, hand still against the radio in his ear, couldn't quite sustain the frown at the mischief in Rodney's voice. He lifted a foot to nudge his mattress, and his bed jingled. Where the hell had Rodney gotten the pennies from?

"Thought you said you didn't know what the date it was?"

McKay's voice, when he answered, was low and self-satisfied, and John couldn't help the flash of heat that unhelpfully sparked in his belly.

"April fools."