John/Rodney, PG, Béseleladycat777January 19 2007, 18:12:50 UTC
“Hey. What’s this?”
Rodney didn’t open his eyes as his arm was lifted, gently turned this way and that while careful fingers probed the edge of the bruise that rose like lace, latticing around his bicep. “Mm. Got caught in the door.”
Slow, palpable silence. “What?”
Rolling your eyes behind closed lids defeated the purpose. Dammit. Didn’t John know that it was sleepy time now? Hero-ing took a lot out of people. “When the alarm went off,” he mumbled, burying his face deeper in the pillow. It stretched his arm awkwardly, but even before he could wince a warm hand caught him on the arch above his armpit, kneading the tense muscles out of spasm. “Got caught in the door. Zel’nka got me out.”
“I thought you said you didn’t need to go see Carson?”
He was far too exhausted to huff a sigh. Expecting that John, who wasn’t self-absorbed so much as entirely oblivious, would figure out the logic to Rodney’s hypochondria was foolish. Even if there was logic to it, complete with levels he’d once detailed out a frantic, Mt. Dew
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Rodney didn’t open his eyes as his arm was lifted, gently turned this way and that while careful fingers probed the edge of the bruise that rose like lace, latticing around his bicep. “Mm. Got caught in the door.”
Slow, palpable silence. “What?”
Rolling your eyes behind closed lids defeated the purpose. Dammit. Didn’t John know that it was sleepy time now? Hero-ing took a lot out of people. “When the alarm went off,” he mumbled, burying his face deeper in the pillow. It stretched his arm awkwardly, but even before he could wince a warm hand caught him on the arch above his armpit, kneading the tense muscles out of spasm. “Got caught in the door. Zel’nka got me out.”
“I thought you said you didn’t need to go see Carson?”
He was far too exhausted to huff a sigh. Expecting that John, who wasn’t self-absorbed so much as entirely oblivious, would figure out the logic to Rodney’s hypochondria was foolish. Even if there was logic to it, complete with levels he’d once detailed out a frantic, Mt. Dew ( ... )
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*is a PUDDLE*
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Rolling your eyes behind closed lids defeated the purpose. Dammit. Didn’t John know that it was sleepy time now? Hero-ing took a lot out of people.
Hee! I say again - adorable. :D
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So adorable! And I love the observation about the combat veteran liking to be smushed. Oh John
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Thanks for sharing! :)
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