Fic: Checkmate 'Verse: Belly Roll
Title: Belly Roll
Series: Checkmate 'Verse
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Unbeta'd
In a small way, this is for seperis and her small victory dance when John first allowed himself to be petted. Here's another bit of his walls coming down.
Timekeepers: This is somewhere between "They Don't Teach This Stuff at Med School" and "Teyla Catches on Quickly," so that would put it late in the day of day three or the evening of day four. I'm thinking day three after John has digested most of Kate's advice. He is clearly comfortable with asking for a belly rub on day five. So. There it is.
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John is drowsing against Rodney’s pillow when he comes home. The minute their eyes meet, John squeaks compellingly, rubs his cheek against the pillow and begins to arch toward Rodney. His purr rattles the room.
Abruptly, he freezes. Rodney is already frozen. It’s obvious that they both know that John was about to roll and show Rodney his belly.
John’s whole body stutters as parts of him don’t seem to be on board with stopping and he gives Rodney one hell of a startled look before bolting off the bed. He heads for the balcony.
Rodney putters around the room, cleaning up a little. It’s not as if he hasn’t rubbed John’s belly before. It’s just that previously, John had allowed it as part of grooming. For the first time, John had greeted Rodney and was about to flat-out ask to be touched.
He's not going to let it go, he decides, not when John showed him so much trust. Mentioning it might not the manly thing to do, but one of them isn't a man at the moment and they are having a horrible week.
Having John greet him like that made Rodney...he shouldn't feel stupid about it. Neither of them should.
“Listen,” he says softly, standing next to the balcony door, “I’m not accustomed to anyone being very glad to see me unless I'm saving them from a fiery doom. So. That was. That was really. Thank you.” He watches the surprised line of John’s back before he turns away.
Long, long moments later, long after Rodney has slipped beneath the covers and begun muttering at his latest journal, John jumps on the end of the bed and pads over. Opening his arms, Rodney makes a place for him and John rests his head on Rodney's shoulder. His fur is cool from the breeze outside and he is somewhat subdued.
“Hey,” Rodney whispers. He reaches over to stroke John’s ears. John arches into his hand, eyes half-closed in contentment. He purrs.
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Series: Checkmate 'Verse
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Unbeta'd
In a small way, this is for seperis and her small victory dance when John first allowed himself to be petted. Here's another bit of his walls coming down.
Timekeepers: This is somewhere between "They Don't Teach This Stuff at Med School" and "Teyla Catches on Quickly," so that would put it late in the day of day three or the evening of day four. I'm thinking day three after John has digested most of Kate's advice. He is clearly comfortable with asking for a belly rub on day five. So. There it is.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John is drowsing against Rodney’s pillow when he comes home. The minute their eyes meet, John squeaks compellingly, rubs his cheek against the pillow and begins to arch toward Rodney. His purr rattles the room.
Abruptly, he freezes. Rodney is already frozen. It’s obvious that they both know that John was about to roll and show Rodney his belly.
John’s whole body stutters as parts of him don’t seem to be on board with stopping and he gives Rodney one hell of a startled look before bolting off the bed. He heads for the balcony.
Rodney putters around the room, cleaning up a little. It’s not as if he hasn’t rubbed John’s belly before. It’s just that previously, John had allowed it as part of grooming. For the first time, John had greeted Rodney and was about to flat-out ask to be touched.
He's not going to let it go, he decides, not when John showed him so much trust. Mentioning it might not the manly thing to do, but one of them isn't a man at the moment and they are having a horrible week.
Having John greet him like that made Rodney...he shouldn't feel stupid about it. Neither of them should.
“Listen,” he says softly, standing next to the balcony door, “I’m not accustomed to anyone being very glad to see me unless I'm saving them from a fiery doom. So. That was. That was really. Thank you.” He watches the surprised line of John’s back before he turns away.
Long, long moments later, long after Rodney has slipped beneath the covers and begun muttering at his latest journal, John jumps on the end of the bed and pads over. Opening his arms, Rodney makes a place for him and John rests his head on Rodney's shoulder. His fur is cool from the breeze outside and he is somewhat subdued.
“Hey,” Rodney whispers. He reaches over to stroke John’s ears. John arches into his hand, eyes half-closed in contentment. He purrs.
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