| Travis ( @ 2009-06-24 04:31:00 |
| Entry tags: | fic, fic:stargate atlantis |
Fic: More John/Rodney drabbles
Thought I Was Getting Carat Gold, and What I Got Was You
200 words :: Stargate: Atlantis :: John/Rodney :: 6/24/09 :: warning policy
The thing they both keep wondering is where did it go so wrong?
*
"I'll be gone a while."
John doesn't answer, of course. Rodney doesn't even know why he bothers anymore.
"Two weeks, at least. Maybe longer." Again he pauses, but not even that gets a response out of John.
He kisses John goodbye, pathetically grateful that at least John doesn't deny him that, then reluctantly stands.
"You have everything you need down here," he says, punching in the door code. "It won't be that long, really."
The door slides shut behind him. He double-checks the lock before heading upstairs. Maybe a little break from each other will be just what they need.
It's been almost three weeks if John's count is right. He slept a lot, sometimes for what felt like days, so he might be off. He isn't sure.
He isn't sure about much of anything anymore.
He wakes from another long sleep to an arm across his chest, warm breath on the back of his neck. He doesn't even notice he's being fucked until a few moments later.
"I missed you so much," Rodney murmurs.
John closes his eyes again, tries to will himself back to sleep.
What he hates most is how relieved he is to have Rodney back.
***
This Feeling Won't Go
100 words :: Stargate: Atlantis :: John/Rodney :: 6/24/09 :: warning policy
"That was..." Rodney reaches out and plucks at her garter. "This is really hot."
*
Later, when they are both loose-limbed and drowsy, when her heart has finally stopped racing, she rolls back towards Rodney, props herself up on one elbow and looks down at him. "So? What d'you think?"
"That was..." Rodney reaches out and plucks at her garter. "This is really hot."
"Yeah?"
"We should do this again sometime." He runs his hand up over her hip, letting it rest warm and solid on her waist, pushing up the hem of her silk camisole. "I never thought you'd look so hot in drag."
"Yeah," John says, but the spell is broken. "We should."
