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[nny]

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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John's mouth is light against his, the scrape of stubble uncomfortable and unprecedented and unmistakeably male, unmistakeably John, and hotter for it. Rodney - who has never in fact believed in the ridiculous noises of the porn he's watched because sex is nice enough certainly, but not particularly noiseworthy - feels and hears in equal measure as a small sound escapes from deep at the bottom and the back of his throat.

Rodney runs his tongue across his bottom lip, leaves his mouth open a little; invitation and impatient hint in one. John keeps his kisses gentle and unintrusive, and another thing Rodney's learned: the curve of a smile makes a genuine difference to how a kiss feels, and apparently produces an accompanying curl in the depths of his stomach.

"You know," he says, his lips brushing against John's who, although he's reluctant to move closer, apparently also won't move away, "when I said 'whatever you want' I didn't think I was agreeing to slow death by frustration."

"Sorry," John says, the lines crinkling around his eyes - blurred by their proximity - belying his apology. He anchors his hand around the back of Rodney's neck and pulls him closer, finally closer, sliding his tongue into Rodney's mouth and teasing Rodney's own. He pulls away before Rodney can take his revenge, and it prompts another of those involuntary noises, although this one is slightly more frustrated in nature.

"I just," John continues, thumb stroking across the back of Rodney's neck in place of his own, the gesture that most often matches that slightly uncomfortable tone of voice, "I just never thought much beyond just this."

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Oh my God there needs to be MOAR. @_@