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Challenge #15: Touch (PG)
Title: When I'm Sixty-Four
Author: Sandy (sp23)
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG
Word Count: 469
Challenge: Touch
Spoilers: Inspired by 4x20, The Last Man, but not really spoilery.
Warnings: OMG schmoop
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas
Summary: Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Rodney awakened to an empty bed and a delicious aroma wafting into the bedroom. With his stomach growling in happy anticipation, he climbed out of bed and made his way to the bathroom emerging several minutes later tying the belt of an old ratty blue bathrobe around his ample middle.
He entered the kitchen and immediately moved up behind the man who stood at the stove. Wrapping his arms around a still slender waist, he nuzzled at John's neck and said, "Mmmm, something smells good."
John turned his head and smiled. "Real bacon. Just for you."
Rodney nuzzled John's neck again and said, "I wasn't talking about the bacon. I was talking about you. You smell like sex."
John laughed and turned his attention back to the frying bacon. "That's because I was molested last night by a dirty old man." He turned his head again and gave Rodney a quick kiss. "Go get your coffee and let me finish cooking breakfast."
Another quick kiss and Rodney reluctantly moved away. Taking a seat at the breakfast bar, he watched as John broke eggs into the pan and carefully basted the yolks. He never got tired of watching John. Never got tired of touching him, sharing a bed with him, sharing a life.
They'd been together now for almost twenty-five years, openly for the last ten. Rodney still, to his utter delight, had hair on his head and, less happily, even more in his eyebrows. For some reason, John refused to allow him to trim them. John was still slender, still had wild hair, though now it was more silver than black, and he was still the most beautiful thing Rodney had ever seen.
When John turned with plates filled with fried, greasy goodness, Rodney grinned and rubbed his hands together eagerly. His doctor would have a fit if he saw what was on the plate set before him, but it was his birthday today, and so John was indulging him. Rodney was touched that John always knew the absolutely right gift to give him.
After breakfast and clean-up, they went out for their morning walk. The scent of the ocean breeze and the warmth of the morning sun coupled with the feel of John's callused hand tucked into his filled Rodney with a sense of ease and contentment rarely felt before their retirement and return to Earth.
Sometimes Rodney missed Atlantis, missed the thrill of discovery and the people he'd met there and had come to love in his own way. But nothing in the Pegasus Galaxy came close to touching the happiness he had now spending his days, and nights, with John. And if he had his way, they'd still be together taking walks and holding hands and loving each other for the next twenty-five years and beyond.
End
Author: Sandy (sp23)
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG
Word Count: 469
Challenge: Touch
Spoilers: Inspired by 4x20, The Last Man, but not really spoilery.
Warnings: OMG schmoop
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas
Summary: Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Rodney awakened to an empty bed and a delicious aroma wafting into the bedroom. With his stomach growling in happy anticipation, he climbed out of bed and made his way to the bathroom emerging several minutes later tying the belt of an old ratty blue bathrobe around his ample middle.
He entered the kitchen and immediately moved up behind the man who stood at the stove. Wrapping his arms around a still slender waist, he nuzzled at John's neck and said, "Mmmm, something smells good."
John turned his head and smiled. "Real bacon. Just for you."
Rodney nuzzled John's neck again and said, "I wasn't talking about the bacon. I was talking about you. You smell like sex."
John laughed and turned his attention back to the frying bacon. "That's because I was molested last night by a dirty old man." He turned his head again and gave Rodney a quick kiss. "Go get your coffee and let me finish cooking breakfast."
Another quick kiss and Rodney reluctantly moved away. Taking a seat at the breakfast bar, he watched as John broke eggs into the pan and carefully basted the yolks. He never got tired of watching John. Never got tired of touching him, sharing a bed with him, sharing a life.
They'd been together now for almost twenty-five years, openly for the last ten. Rodney still, to his utter delight, had hair on his head and, less happily, even more in his eyebrows. For some reason, John refused to allow him to trim them. John was still slender, still had wild hair, though now it was more silver than black, and he was still the most beautiful thing Rodney had ever seen.
When John turned with plates filled with fried, greasy goodness, Rodney grinned and rubbed his hands together eagerly. His doctor would have a fit if he saw what was on the plate set before him, but it was his birthday today, and so John was indulging him. Rodney was touched that John always knew the absolutely right gift to give him.
After breakfast and clean-up, they went out for their morning walk. The scent of the ocean breeze and the warmth of the morning sun coupled with the feel of John's callused hand tucked into his filled Rodney with a sense of ease and contentment rarely felt before their retirement and return to Earth.
Sometimes Rodney missed Atlantis, missed the thrill of discovery and the people he'd met there and had come to love in his own way. But nothing in the Pegasus Galaxy came close to touching the happiness he had now spending his days, and nights, with John. And if he had his way, they'd still be together taking walks and holding hands and loving each other for the next twenty-five years and beyond.
End