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Fandom is indeed a small world after all. I was going back through my fic and pretending to clean up tags when I found this delightful comment thread. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lavvyan! Apparently I was destined for SGA and thus you! Somehow I've managed to miss your pea/ketchup epic, though, which makes me sadface really hard. :C
On the topic of sadface: food poisoning, I has it. Thanks, February, for the third year running. Sigh. At least I have John's pretty biceps to keep me company.
Anywaysince I can't sleep, three prompts please?
lavvyan! Apparently I was destined for SGA and thus you! Somehow I've managed to miss your pea/ketchup epic, though, which makes me sadface really hard. :COn the topic of sadface: food poisoning, I has it. Thanks, February, for the third year running. Sigh. At least I have John's pretty biceps to keep me company.
Anyway
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Prompt: Something involving President John and the Colbert Report and/or Daily Show!
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"John," he sighs lustily, and, oh, okay, that's something John can get behind. Er, figuratively, of course.
He kicks his boxers off to the side because clearly he won't be needing them, and lounges back against the side of his bed as attractively as he knows how, splaying his legs apart and curling a palm over his hip, thumb finding the trail of hair down from his navel that Rodney loves so much. "Hey, there," he purrs, and pushes up into his own touch
"John," Rodney says again, looking glazed and turned on - I am so good at this, John thinks smugly, mentally patting himself on the back - "how do you feel about threesomes?"
John freezes mid-arch.
Rodney isn't even looking at him anymore, gazing at a distant paneled wall and visibly struggling with his own arousal. It would be hot under other circumstances, because Rodney is always pretty when his cheeks are red and he's biting his lower lip in an effort to control himself, but, well, Rodney's also staring amorously at a wall and John's never found heavy oak to be a real turn on.
"What kind of threesome do you have in mind?" he asks suspiciously.
Biting his lip like John's said something really hot, Rodney answers quickly, "The Daily Show wants you as a guest and I think you should seriously -"
John groans and flops back on the bed with his arm covering his eyes. "Not this again."
"I think you should seriously give thought," Rodney says loudly, "to Jon Stewart's sway over public opinion and how much you could benefit from it. He's a legend, Sheppard, he's -"
"Five foot six," John interrupts. "If you ever intend to get laid again, you should probably drop this right now."
"But - but," Rodney says, looking dejected, like he already knows what John's going to say, but can't help trying one more time. "But he's so handsome and intelligent and, please, just the once, we don't even have to stay overnight! And, well, I'm sure his wife won't mind - you're the president after all, and very handsome as well. We can - " he perks up, bright-eyed, "we can even take pictures! For her, I mean. Obviously."
Sighing, John rolls onto his side and inch-worms his way up the bed until a pillow is under his cheek. He closes his eyes. "Good night, Rodney."
The room is quiet for a minute - so quiet, John can practically hear Rodney ringing his hands with indecision - then the bed dips and Rodney's broad palm is skating down the curve of his spine and Rodney's soft lips are on the shell of his ear, trailing goosebumps down the side of his neck. John pushes up into the touch like a cat, fingers tangling in the bed sheets, and Rodney takes the permission for what it is, his hand closing around John's half hard cock, stroking slow: one, two, three - until John's moaning and twisting around for a sloppy, wet kiss.
"I guess I forgive you," he mumbles when they part. "Maybe."
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Poor John, his boyfriend is an ass. He should totally get revenge by suggesting a threesome with Colbert. ;)
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Less than a week left! In like a lion, as they say...
Prompt: John's only slightly jealous of the baby...
(ps - staring at your icon... *mesmerized*)
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"What is wrong with you?" Rodney hisses finally, when John's shied away from the two of them for the fifth time. He looks perilously close to depositing the baby in its crib and walloping John around the head.
"Nothing," John says, feeling slightly victorious.
Rodney rolls his eyes. "Look, I know you have a freakish aversion to contact, but she's watching and I won't have you scarring her for life before she's even a year old. Get over here right now and pretend you're a somewhat normal human being."
"McKay, I don't -"
"It's not that hard! She won't bite, I promise! She doesn't even have any teeth yet, look at her darling little gums -"
"You are not cooing over her gums. Oh god, are you cooing over her gums?"
He is, which is probably why John reaches out and snatches the baby from his arms - it's just too sickening to watch. Suddenly, John's gazing right into big, dark brown eyes, and, okay, he's been tortured and shot at and patched himself up with no problem, but he's not strong enough to resist a trembling lower lip, he's just not.
"Fine," he tells her with bad grace, "you win," and submits grudgingly when Rodney pulls him around and gives both of them a hug.
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*fanfare*
you are made of WIN. for serious, sugar.
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Well, if you want to read it, This is it. (http://lavvyan.livejournal.com/86149.html) I highly recommend the comment threads by
Prompt: Comfort snuggling?
Of course when I say recommend, you have to keep in mind that clearly I'm insane.
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i would have your speckled-red babies if you asked, omg. ♥
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Maybe I should just stick to the crack and give up on trying to write plot. *throws barely-started epic romance out of the window*
But where would we raise them? They need a stable home, otherwise they're gonna take over the Earth!
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Anyway, BOO food poisoning. You should just stick to chocolate and maybe toast for the rest of the month or something, baby!
Also, I'm finally, finally catching up on my SGA eps. I've watched Trio yesterday and am now slowly moving forward with the rest of the eps.
And also, I meant to write you an email but it seemed kind of obsessive after I sent you a billion last night, so I'll just patiently wait for you to come back from uni ;)
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*thinks of prompts*