3) 'After' only stands for the next four hours, after which they make passionate man-love
4) There's a crisis and all they're able to do is clasp hands before they save Atlantis. Again.
5) "You're going to hate me," Rodney said when he'd finished brushing his lips across John's knuckles and rested their joined hands on his knee instead.
"Probably, at some point," John agreed pleasantly. Rodney narrowed his eyes.
"I was saying that you're going to hate me, because I'm completely beat after spending the entire day cleaning up after SGA-5's "city exploration" mission--" he really, really wanted to make the quotation mark hand gesture, but John's hand had tightened inexplicably just as he'd said the word 'city' "--and then there was the flawed research sent through in the databurst--really, don't they get tired of wasting my time with things that make no sense whatsoever?" Rodney paused to take a breath, which had nothing at all to do with the way John's thumb was stroking across his skin.
"I see what you mean about the hating thing," John said.
"Har har har," Rodney huffed, managing to keep a straight face. "I'm just saying, I'm going to bed. The sleeping sort of bed. And... I. Don't want to belittle or seem not to appreciate your gesture, here, because it was--don't kill me--romantic, okay? And I know how much you--"
John twined their fingers together, the back of his hand nestled in Rodney's palm, lifted his hand, and cupped Rodney's face with them. Senses reeling, Rodney was barely able to respond to the ensuing kiss with his usual enthusiasm, but John didn't seem to mind, tasting and nibbling for a few minutes before drawing back just enough to make eye contact.
"I did not take you out here to see the sunset expecting you to put out, McKay," he said--and how fair was that, using his mission voice in a setting like this? Rodney was so screwed the next time he got admonished for something in front of the natives.
Comprehension dawned slowly. "Oh--you just... with the romantic--" He swallowed. "I um. I love you too, you know."
"I know," John said gently, letting go of Rodney's hand and pulling himself to his feet. "Why else would I take you on my 'I'm SO getting laid' date knowing I wasn't actually going to get laid?"
"You have the strangest idea of reciprocation ever," Rodney grumbled as they made their way back to John's room. He really did, but that was okay with Rodney--he could translate 'Sheppard to English' just fine.
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Eeeee! Haha, the "I'm SO getting laid" date, omg this is so precious.:) They are very dear in this indeed. And dorky in all the right ways! Thanks for this.
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1) It's opposite day!
2) 'Chaste' includes making out
3) 'After' only stands for the next four hours, after which they make passionate man-love
4) There's a crisis and all they're able to do is clasp hands before they save Atlantis. Again.5)
"You're going to hate me," Rodney said when he'd finished brushing his lips across John's knuckles and rested their joined hands on his knee instead.
"Probably, at some point," John agreed pleasantly. Rodney narrowed his eyes.
"I was saying that you're going to hate me, because I'm completely beat after spending the entire day cleaning up after SGA-5's "city exploration" mission--" he really, really wanted to make the quotation mark hand gesture, but John's hand had tightened inexplicably just as he'd said the word 'city' "--and then there was the flawed research sent through in the databurst--really, don't they get tired of wasting my time with things that make no sense whatsoever?" Rodney paused to take a breath, which had nothing at all to do with the way John's thumb was stroking across his skin.
"I see what you mean about the hating thing," John said.
"Har har har," Rodney huffed, managing to keep a straight face. "I'm just saying, I'm going to bed. The sleeping sort of bed. And... I. Don't want to belittle or seem not to appreciate your gesture, here, because it was--don't kill me--romantic, okay? And I know how much you--"
John twined their fingers together, the back of his hand nestled in Rodney's palm, lifted his hand, and cupped Rodney's face with them. Senses reeling, Rodney was barely able to respond to the ensuing kiss with his usual enthusiasm, but John didn't seem to mind, tasting and nibbling for a few minutes before drawing back just enough to make eye contact.
"I did not take you out here to see the sunset expecting you to put out, McKay," he said--and how fair was that, using his mission voice in a setting like this? Rodney was so screwed the next time he got admonished for something in front of the natives.
Comprehension dawned slowly. "Oh--you just... with the romantic--" He swallowed. "I um. I love you too, you know."
"I know," John said gently, letting go of Rodney's hand and pulling himself to his feet. "Why else would I take you on my 'I'm SO getting laid' date knowing I wasn't actually going to get laid?"
"You have the strangest idea of reciprocation ever," Rodney grumbled as they made their way back to John's room. He really did, but that was okay with Rodney--he could translate 'Sheppard to English' just fine.
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*smooch* You rule.