Ummmm. That fanfic love meme.
Okay, yes, I'm having a pretty crappy nearly crazy with hormones and stress week, so you know, little boost? Maybe it'll spark a plot bunny? You're 'sposta talk about which fics you enjoy or what parts of the stuff wot I wrote you like or maybe how I did the thing with the.... ::toes ground shyly:: thing.
Thanks, guys.
Thanks, guys.
"John?"
"mm."
"What are you doing?"
"Nuzzling." John's tone is just this side of petulant and grouchy, as if what he's doing should be so obvious that he shouldn't have to answer stupid questions that are taking him away from his chosen activity.
"I can see that. What I meant is, why?"
"You're comfy, McKay. And my head hurts. And you're warm and you do that hands things..." One of John's hands waves in the air, and Rodney jolts out of his stupor long anough to resume giving John a scalp massage.
"Oh."
"Rodney." Finally, finally, John levers himself up long enough to look Rodney in the eye. "I like you. I like what you do. Can we go back to that please?"
Rodney's eyes are open wide at the unexpected confession, but the aliens had fed John a mild truth serum that gave him a headache, they didn't swap his personality. So that meant John was serious. While Rodney's big brain was trying to process all that information, John leaned down and gave him a sweet and gently kiss, taking his time to explore full bottom lip.
"Please?"
"What? Oh, okay." Rodney's incoherent response earns him a megawatt smile and another one of those deep lush kisses that set his soul on fire and sooth him. John sinks down, nuzzling his head into Rodney's belly, and letting out a sweet sigh when Rodney's hands settle on his scalp with practiced skill.
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