[Stargate: Drabble] "Plan on Me" [John/Rodney, G]
Title: Plan on Me
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: Christmas present for annieb1955
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: They’re on their way to Jeannie’s for Christmas- eventually.
Plan on Me
“I’m going to kill SG-22!” muttered Rodney, not for the first time, pacing the length of the SGC guest quarters.
John snorted and caught one of his flailing hands. “Hey, c’mon, it’s not their fault,” he said. “They were in some Goa’uld prison camp for two weeks, cut ‘em some slack.”
“Yes, yes,” said Rodney. “But did they have to come back to Earth with unknown contaminants five minutes after we got in from Atlantis? Another… minute-and-a-half, and we’d have been out of the Gate Room before the quarantine went into effect, and we could be halfway to Jeannie’s by now! All the way to Jeannie’s, if you manage to sweet-talk Sam into letting us beam directly there.”
“Hey,” John said again. “Why do I have to- No, never mind, I’ve heard your idea of ‘sweet talking’.”
“Hey,” said Rodney, but John used the grip on his wrist to pull him in, standing between John’s knees as he sat on their bed.
“It’s an acquired taste,” John told him, “and I’m glad I’m the only one who’s acquired it.”
He tugged again, and Rodney leaned forward, sliding his arms around John’s shoulders. “No fair,” he mumbled. “You’re not supposed to be all charming when I’m upset.”
John wriggled a hand under Rodney’s t-shirt, fingers splayed against his back. “I’m always charming,” he said, then added, “Look, Rodney, the team isn’t showing any symptoms of strange space diseases, and there’s only another three hours until they get the lab results back and know for sure. So instead of complaining, why don’t we just start our Christmas celebration early?”
Rodney pulled back far enough to look at him, shivering involuntarily as John’s fingers slid along to his ribs. “By ‘celebration’, you mean ‘sex’, right?”
“Yes, Rodney,” John laughed. “I definitely mean sex.”
THE END
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Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: Christmas present for annieb1955
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: They’re on their way to Jeannie’s for Christmas- eventually.
Plan on Me
“I’m going to kill SG-22!” muttered Rodney, not for the first time, pacing the length of the SGC guest quarters.
John snorted and caught one of his flailing hands. “Hey, c’mon, it’s not their fault,” he said. “They were in some Goa’uld prison camp for two weeks, cut ‘em some slack.”
“Yes, yes,” said Rodney. “But did they have to come back to Earth with unknown contaminants five minutes after we got in from Atlantis? Another… minute-and-a-half, and we’d have been out of the Gate Room before the quarantine went into effect, and we could be halfway to Jeannie’s by now! All the way to Jeannie’s, if you manage to sweet-talk Sam into letting us beam directly there.”
“Hey,” John said again. “Why do I have to- No, never mind, I’ve heard your idea of ‘sweet talking’.”
“Hey,” said Rodney, but John used the grip on his wrist to pull him in, standing between John’s knees as he sat on their bed.
“It’s an acquired taste,” John told him, “and I’m glad I’m the only one who’s acquired it.”
He tugged again, and Rodney leaned forward, sliding his arms around John’s shoulders. “No fair,” he mumbled. “You’re not supposed to be all charming when I’m upset.”
John wriggled a hand under Rodney’s t-shirt, fingers splayed against his back. “I’m always charming,” he said, then added, “Look, Rodney, the team isn’t showing any symptoms of strange space diseases, and there’s only another three hours until they get the lab results back and know for sure. So instead of complaining, why don’t we just start our Christmas celebration early?”
Rodney pulled back far enough to look at him, shivering involuntarily as John’s fingers slid along to his ribs. “By ‘celebration’, you mean ‘sex’, right?”
“Yes, Rodney,” John laughed. “I definitely mean sex.”
THE END
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