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Gratuitous McShep kissage.
The day after - literally, the day after - Sheppard resigns as military head of Atlantis, Rodney walks out of the communal showers to find him leaned up against the lockers.
Rodney's getting older, which just means that he gets assigned to the sort of missions that really aren't supposed to go wrong. Team four this time, with Simpson and other people whose names he really doesn't care enough to know, a generator which he was sure took a lot longer than it ought to to fix and a few scattered bruises from where the local grunt types had agreed. Team four are no longer in a box, at least, so the day overall counts as a win even if he's nearly hallucinating with tiredness; he has to blink a couple of times before he can be quite sure that this is real.
John's wearing jeans that aren't in any way obscenely tight, but something about him just suggests that they really ought to be, and he's polishing an apple slowly against one of his customary black t-shirts. One of his legs is crooked at the knee, his foot pressed flat against the lockers behind him, and he's watching Rodney from under lowered lashes, a smirk on his face. And frankly, it has to be the reminders of a lost adolescence - the kind that Rodney never had in the first place - which manages to get him that hard, that fast.
His eyes have already flicked across to check the door - habit - before he remembers that technically now he doesn't need to.
"Yes," he says, as he walks closer and leans his weight against John, "if I had an assigned locker your picture would be tacked to the inside." John's hands brush over still water-slick skin, somehow instinctively ghosting over bruises, and Rodney takes care to gently mouth stubbled skin where the world can't see his grin. "Can we rejoin the adult world, now?"
John's response is to duck his head enough that he can press their lips together, sweet and familiar and not in any way less hot just because they're allowed to do this, now. One of Rodney's hands steals around to push under the worn shirt, spreading wide across the small of John's back; the other one, ridiculously, gets an apple pushed into it. John pulls away just far enough, breath hot against Rodney's mouth and a juvenile grin on his face, in his eyes, in the slow amused drawl.
"Wanna go steady?"
Rodney never actually gets around to saying yes, but he's reasonably certain it's implied.
mcsmooch so it'll have to just be stored here until I find somewhere better for it. Gratuitous McShep kissage.
The day after - literally, the day after - Sheppard resigns as military head of Atlantis, Rodney walks out of the communal showers to find him leaned up against the lockers.
Rodney's getting older, which just means that he gets assigned to the sort of missions that really aren't supposed to go wrong. Team four this time, with Simpson and other people whose names he really doesn't care enough to know, a generator which he was sure took a lot longer than it ought to to fix and a few scattered bruises from where the local grunt types had agreed. Team four are no longer in a box, at least, so the day overall counts as a win even if he's nearly hallucinating with tiredness; he has to blink a couple of times before he can be quite sure that this is real.
John's wearing jeans that aren't in any way obscenely tight, but something about him just suggests that they really ought to be, and he's polishing an apple slowly against one of his customary black t-shirts. One of his legs is crooked at the knee, his foot pressed flat against the lockers behind him, and he's watching Rodney from under lowered lashes, a smirk on his face. And frankly, it has to be the reminders of a lost adolescence - the kind that Rodney never had in the first place - which manages to get him that hard, that fast.
His eyes have already flicked across to check the door - habit - before he remembers that technically now he doesn't need to.
"Yes," he says, as he walks closer and leans his weight against John, "if I had an assigned locker your picture would be tacked to the inside." John's hands brush over still water-slick skin, somehow instinctively ghosting over bruises, and Rodney takes care to gently mouth stubbled skin where the world can't see his grin. "Can we rejoin the adult world, now?"
John's response is to duck his head enough that he can press their lips together, sweet and familiar and not in any way less hot just because they're allowed to do this, now. One of Rodney's hands steals around to push under the worn shirt, spreading wide across the small of John's back; the other one, ridiculously, gets an apple pushed into it. John pulls away just far enough, breath hot against Rodney's mouth and a juvenile grin on his face, in his eyes, in the slow amused drawl.
"Wanna go steady?"
Rodney never actually gets around to saying yes, but he's reasonably certain it's implied.
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Date: 2008-04-09 07:05 am (UTC)That would be what I feel because I'm going awww and eeee and pressing my hand to my sternum, and thump-thump, thump-thump. So cute.
*wanders off with goofy grin*
...I keep thinking I need to get me an SGA icon, and yet, I never do.
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Date: 2008-04-09 07:38 am (UTC)I'm almost embaressed to admit that this, in fact all of it, made me making awwwing noises out loud. So adorable!
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Date: 2008-04-09 06:53 pm (UTC)Yay!
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Date: 2008-04-09 08:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-09 06:54 pm (UTC)...where by 'mental image' I mean 'a few of the sentences' because I really don't so much have a visual brain.
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Date: 2008-04-09 02:19 pm (UTC)OMG, it's so damn cute! ♥
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Date: 2008-04-09 06:59 pm (UTC)Sorry! :D
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Date: 2008-04-09 02:42 pm (UTC)Hee! It so would!
They're so cute!
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Date: 2008-04-09 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-09 05:44 pm (UTC)Mmmmm. Can I have one?
(Also, hee! I love this!)
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Date: 2008-04-09 07:00 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2008-04-09 07:01 pm (UTC)With a John Sheppard inside it.
:P
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Date: 2008-04-10 02:54 am (UTC)As per usual :D
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Date: 2008-04-10 07:46 am (UTC)I love good reactions to fic. I should write more. :D
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Date: 2008-04-10 02:25 pm (UTC)*enables*
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Date: 2008-04-10 07:47 am (UTC)Thankee!
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Date: 2008-04-10 04:54 am (UTC)*mad grin of joyousness*
I love that last line.
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Date: 2008-04-11 08:45 am (UTC)Thank you!
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