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bleedingfilth.livejournal.com) wrote in mensa_au2007-07-06 10:49 am
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Kissing Ficlet
Title: Untitled Ficlet
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bleedingfilth
Pairing or Character(s): Rod/Sheppard
SGA-verse or MENSA-verse: MENSA-verse
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: Written forsheafrotherdon's John/Rodney kissing meme
Rod actually hopskipsjumps out of the containment chamber. He can’t seem to stop beaming as his friends and colleagues congratulate him and hug him and even sniffle a bit. Carson is summoned and Rod waits impatiently as his vitals are checked and he is poked and prodded. Carson is clearly ecstatic and doesn’t shut up, his Irish accent thickening so that Rod doesn’t have the first clue of what he’s talking about. It’s a little unnerving to see Carson yapping at such speeds since normally he is so reserved but Rod supposes disappearing off into another reality can do strange things to a person. Like make them play golf off a pier for instance.
Rod decides to set up something similar on the West pier as soon as his obligatory 'Hello, yes I’m alive and have saved the day yet again' mission debriefing has been completed.
When Rod can’t bear it anymore – does it really matter that his pupils are a size four – he slaps Carson on the back and tells him he’ll stop by the infirmary later. Then he books it because he’s missed his team and the need to see them as them itches like the time he’d been bitten by that Iratus bug.
They’re all in the gate room, watching with wide-eyes as he hurls himself up the stairs, two at a time. For an instant he can do nothing but stare, skimming over the much-loved faces of his surrogate family. Elizabeth stands closest to him, her long copper hair dishevelled, her clothing just as crumpled as ever. She begins to blubber noisily into the coffee-stained sleeve of her little white jacket. Teyla is next to her, her face classically impassive. Rod is startled to see something in her eyes...some uncharacteristic warmth that reminds him strongly of the other Teyla. Ronon is actually beaming, the small tattoo on his cheek curving. Sheppard looks as though he’s slept in his lab coat for the past year or so. His glasses slid down his nose as he peers at Rod, blinking as though he is unable to believe his eyes.
It is Chuck, loud, abrasive Canadian Chuck who breaks the ice. He flings himself away from his laptop, shouts something about 'Party! Mess! 1700 hours dudes!' and throws himself on Rod. Then it’s a free for all because Elizabeth is howling wetly in his ear and Ronon is lifting and shaking him like he’s got a handful of Satedan knives hidden all over his person. Teyla’s forehead touches his for the first time since he met her, three years ago and Sheppard starts harping on and on about particle displacement and the containment chamber and his own intelligence and MENSA and then his words hitch as he pulls Rod away from Ronon.
"You can’t just...party...I have a MENSA meeting...Rod."
Chuck shoves Sheppard – still stammering nonsense – straight into Rod and shouts, "Go get ‘em dude!"
Which apparently translates into Sheppard attacking Rod with his mouth.
Rod is stunned. He wasn’t aware that Sheppard could do anything with his mouth other than toot his own horn. Sheppard wastes no time in making the kiss Quebecois as it were and Rod finds himself responding accordingly, his hands fisting in Sheppard’s lab coat. It’s a steamy, sexy, dirty kiss and it’s enough to make Rod question what reality he’s landed in. Because his Sheppard doesn’t kiss like this; he’d been utterly terrified when Chaya had shown him more than a passing interest. Though probably Rod was getting a pretty good idea why Sheppard had rejected Chaya and later on, Teer as well, judging by the things his hands were doing to Rod’s ass.
"Okay," Rod managed to choke out, gasping as Sheppard sucked on his lower lip. "Uh...hi there."
"This is so romantic," Elizabeth gushes before accidentally hitting her funny bone on Ronon’s gun. She yelps and steps on Ronon’s foot.
Rod sighs because he’s missed his clumsy, sloppy Elizabeth.
Sheppard releases him. His glasses have fogged up and he is panting heavily. "Well then. Yes. I have much to do, I should be off now. I am utterly invaluable to this city and to its-"
Behind him, Teyla is mimicking Sheppard’s 'I am of the utmost importance' speech word for word. Her expression softens as Rod catches her eye.
"All you’ve done lately is whine about how much you miss Rod," Ronon says, rubbing absently at the scar from the Wraith tracking device that marks his bicep. "Now that he’s here, you want to go back to hiding in the lab?"
Sheppard’s narrow chest puffs out like a pigeon. "Hiding?" he squawks. "Hiding? You ungrateful Cro-Magnon of epic proportions, I will have you know-"
Laughing, Rod kisses him.
It’s so good finally be home.
Author:
bleedingfilthPairing or Character(s): Rod/Sheppard
SGA-verse or MENSA-verse: MENSA-verse
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: Written for
sheafrotherdon's John/Rodney kissing memeRod actually hopskipsjumps out of the containment chamber. He can’t seem to stop beaming as his friends and colleagues congratulate him and hug him and even sniffle a bit. Carson is summoned and Rod waits impatiently as his vitals are checked and he is poked and prodded. Carson is clearly ecstatic and doesn’t shut up, his Irish accent thickening so that Rod doesn’t have the first clue of what he’s talking about. It’s a little unnerving to see Carson yapping at such speeds since normally he is so reserved but Rod supposes disappearing off into another reality can do strange things to a person. Like make them play golf off a pier for instance.
Rod decides to set up something similar on the West pier as soon as his obligatory 'Hello, yes I’m alive and have saved the day yet again' mission debriefing has been completed.
When Rod can’t bear it anymore – does it really matter that his pupils are a size four – he slaps Carson on the back and tells him he’ll stop by the infirmary later. Then he books it because he’s missed his team and the need to see them as them itches like the time he’d been bitten by that Iratus bug.
They’re all in the gate room, watching with wide-eyes as he hurls himself up the stairs, two at a time. For an instant he can do nothing but stare, skimming over the much-loved faces of his surrogate family. Elizabeth stands closest to him, her long copper hair dishevelled, her clothing just as crumpled as ever. She begins to blubber noisily into the coffee-stained sleeve of her little white jacket. Teyla is next to her, her face classically impassive. Rod is startled to see something in her eyes...some uncharacteristic warmth that reminds him strongly of the other Teyla. Ronon is actually beaming, the small tattoo on his cheek curving. Sheppard looks as though he’s slept in his lab coat for the past year or so. His glasses slid down his nose as he peers at Rod, blinking as though he is unable to believe his eyes.
It is Chuck, loud, abrasive Canadian Chuck who breaks the ice. He flings himself away from his laptop, shouts something about 'Party! Mess! 1700 hours dudes!' and throws himself on Rod. Then it’s a free for all because Elizabeth is howling wetly in his ear and Ronon is lifting and shaking him like he’s got a handful of Satedan knives hidden all over his person. Teyla’s forehead touches his for the first time since he met her, three years ago and Sheppard starts harping on and on about particle displacement and the containment chamber and his own intelligence and MENSA and then his words hitch as he pulls Rod away from Ronon.
"You can’t just...party...I have a MENSA meeting...Rod."
Chuck shoves Sheppard – still stammering nonsense – straight into Rod and shouts, "Go get ‘em dude!"
Which apparently translates into Sheppard attacking Rod with his mouth.
Rod is stunned. He wasn’t aware that Sheppard could do anything with his mouth other than toot his own horn. Sheppard wastes no time in making the kiss Quebecois as it were and Rod finds himself responding accordingly, his hands fisting in Sheppard’s lab coat. It’s a steamy, sexy, dirty kiss and it’s enough to make Rod question what reality he’s landed in. Because his Sheppard doesn’t kiss like this; he’d been utterly terrified when Chaya had shown him more than a passing interest. Though probably Rod was getting a pretty good idea why Sheppard had rejected Chaya and later on, Teer as well, judging by the things his hands were doing to Rod’s ass.
"Okay," Rod managed to choke out, gasping as Sheppard sucked on his lower lip. "Uh...hi there."
"This is so romantic," Elizabeth gushes before accidentally hitting her funny bone on Ronon’s gun. She yelps and steps on Ronon’s foot.
Rod sighs because he’s missed his clumsy, sloppy Elizabeth.
Sheppard releases him. His glasses have fogged up and he is panting heavily. "Well then. Yes. I have much to do, I should be off now. I am utterly invaluable to this city and to its-"
Behind him, Teyla is mimicking Sheppard’s 'I am of the utmost importance' speech word for word. Her expression softens as Rod catches her eye.
"All you’ve done lately is whine about how much you miss Rod," Ronon says, rubbing absently at the scar from the Wraith tracking device that marks his bicep. "Now that he’s here, you want to go back to hiding in the lab?"
Sheppard’s narrow chest puffs out like a pigeon. "Hiding?" he squawks. "Hiding? You ungrateful Cro-Magnon of epic proportions, I will have you know-"
Laughing, Rod kisses him.
It’s so good finally be home.