I'm trying to work up to some birthday porn, but this is what I've got so far, based on a prompt by
perspi of "the last cherry cordial kisses in the city."
Title: More than Cordial
Author: Beadattitude
Rating: For all audiences
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Except for super-sweetness.
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Rodney dug through his drawer, dejected. "Dammit," he said, and heaved a mighty sigh.
"What?"
"The Hershey's Kisses are gone."
John took a second to imagine Rodney without a steady chocolate supply, shuddered internally and peeked over Rodney's shoulder. "Those little silver things, Rodney? Those are Kisses."
Rodney snorted, "I mean the cherry cordial ones."
"Cherry cordial? That slick syrupy stuff?"
"Mmm hmm," Rodney hummed deep in his chest, eyes glassy and face a little pink. "They're awesome." With another sigh, he turned back to his work." I should have this ready for testing in a couple of hours," he said, and heaved another sigh. It did kind of nice things to his upper body.
Feeling a little strangely pink himself, John said, "Right."
It took John a couple of hours to track down his prey and he carefully did not think about why he went on a wild Cordial Kiss Hunt, but decided that the way to go was that he was procuring important resources for his scientist. A scientist. Dr. McKay.
"How's it - " John stopped and cleared his throat. "How's it going?"
"Fine, fine," Rodney said distractedly, "There's just this one tricky bit."
"Maybe this'll help." And he put his treasure down next to Rodney's hand. Three little foil-wrapped chocolates. "Last in the city."
Rodney gaped, not the greatest look for him, but it gave John an up-close look at how blue his eyes were. "You? How?"
John shrugged.
Rodney narrowed his eyes. "Oh, this isn't over, Colonel, but I have important things to attend to."
John watched as Rodney unwrapped a Kiss and popped it in his mouth, seeming to get his whole body into savoring the sweet. He made that low, deep hum of pleasure again and John had to look away for a moment, swallowing hard. Yeah, this was one of his more stupid ideas.
When he looked back, Rodney was staring at him, eyes narrowed. "You're doing that shy thing."
"Huh?"
"That thing where you duck your head and palm the back of your neck and look about twelve and oh my god are you blushing?"
Shit. John scoffed and took at step backwards.
"Oh no no no," Rodney said, and his hand darted out to close tight around John's wrist. "First; thank you. Second; why?"
"You like them?"
"Yes, yes, but why?"
"You like them!"
"Mmm-hmm," he said, low and deep again, and John tried not to react but he could feel the blood heating his face. "Right."
And suddenly John had his arms full of Rodney. "Want a taste?" he whispered in that voice, Jesus that voice, looked John right in the eye, then tilted his head to brush his lips softly across John's. "Hmmm?"
John groaned, leaned forward, and licked into Rodney's mouth and Rodney pulled him closer, inviting John to taste as deeply as he liked, and John did, chasing the chocolate and the sweetness and then there was Rodney, just as heady, just as lush as chocolate and twice as good.
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