SGA:Fic: Finished, McShep, G
This is for siriaeve, who just completed her dissertation.
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John lies with his head ostriched under the couch pillows. It is entirely possible that he fell asleep looking for the stashed bag of Doritos. Rodney prods his shoulder. A sleepy hand snakes out and smacks at him.
"Ummmph," John mumbles with surprising venom.
"Is it done?"
John, head still buried, shudders. "Dne."
"Printed?"
John's whole body heaves and twitches as he growls with indignation.
"Good. I'll take it to the printer."
His answer is a plaintive, grateful noise.
"Hmm, not mad anymore, are we?"
John's voice is surprisingly clear (and petulant), despite the obscuring pillows. "No, still hate you."
"No, you don't." Rodney sits on the edge of the couch and strokes John's back.
"Do."
"Nuh-uh."
The pillows scatter as John emerges to curl around Rodney. "What was I thinking?"
"Something about wanting to build spaceships and putting the 'space' into aerospace. You were kind of incoherent."
A sarcastic eye peers up at him. Rodney gives him the eyebrows of "You have no idea."
John’s arms tighten around Rodney's middle. "Sorry," he mumbles.
Rodney pets his hair. "S'okay," he says fondly. "Congratulations."
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John lies with his head ostriched under the couch pillows. It is entirely possible that he fell asleep looking for the stashed bag of Doritos. Rodney prods his shoulder. A sleepy hand snakes out and smacks at him.
"Ummmph," John mumbles with surprising venom.
"Is it done?"
John, head still buried, shudders. "Dne."
"Printed?"
John's whole body heaves and twitches as he growls with indignation.
"Good. I'll take it to the printer."
His answer is a plaintive, grateful noise.
"Hmm, not mad anymore, are we?"
John's voice is surprisingly clear (and petulant), despite the obscuring pillows. "No, still hate you."
"No, you don't." Rodney sits on the edge of the couch and strokes John's back.
"Do."
"Nuh-uh."
The pillows scatter as John emerges to curl around Rodney. "What was I thinking?"
"Something about wanting to build spaceships and putting the 'space' into aerospace. You were kind of incoherent."
A sarcastic eye peers up at him. Rodney gives him the eyebrows of "You have no idea."
John’s arms tighten around Rodney's middle. "Sorry," he mumbles.
Rodney pets his hair. "S'okay," he says fondly. "Congratulations."
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