fic: It's pretty nice by ultimatemarysue, pg-13
Title: It's pretty nice
Author: ultimatemarysue
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warning: none
WordCount: 1681
AN: This was inspired by my best friend who was just in West Palm with his new boy friend. My bestie mentioned that it had always been a fantasy of his to be kissed in the rain. That person promptly went and told my bestie's boyfriend about this. The next day it just so happened to be raining and the boyfriend went out onto the balcony with no apparent good reason. Then he called to my bestie urgently, telling him he needed to get out onto the balcony. When my bestie got out there the boyfriend was all like, oh, just this... and kissed him.
When he told me this story I got all squishy inside (I mean, COME ON! HOW CUTE!!!???) and decided it must be a fic.
The slamming of rain in the north of North America comes from my own experience. I'm a Miami, FL, girl born and bred and I'm used to fat rain drops that are almost *hot*. The rain in Boston is not so much rain, generally, as it is mist. And it's almost always chilly, no matter how hot it was that day. I miss Florida rain sometimes.
It was an informal get together, something the biology department liked to put together to celebrate another 'yay, we're not dead yet!' milestone. Sheppard, while not entirely enthused by the idea, was able to appreciate the sentiment.
"You do not know the lengths to which I go," Zelenka was saying. He was hovering over a bowl of dip, restlessly poking it with a baby carrot.
John nodded, half listening.
"Simpson," Zelenka said, viciously biting the carrot in half. "Ever since she has become friends with this Cadman of yours." Zelenka snorted and Sheppard was impressed with the amount of disgust he was able to imbue the sound with. John knew there was a reason he liked Radek. "She is preoccupied with... with violence."
Now it was John's turn to snort.
"Sorry," he said when Zelenka stared at John with wide eyes from behind his glasses. "It's just, uh, y'know. It's Cadman."
"Mmm. I know only too well," Zelenka said and Sheppard was a little too familiar with that tone of voice, so he finished his drink, some lightly fermented berry concoction from MX4-389, in one long swallow and said, "I gotta mingle."
Zelenka's face pulled down into what John privately called 'the squinchy face.' (Rodney made the same face - John had been forced to come up with a name for it.)
"I know where the marines learn their habits, Colonel!" Zelenka called as Sheppard moved away through the crowd. "If Simpson brings C4 to the lab I will hold you personally responsible and will not withhold my reprisal!"
John had no doubt that vengeance would be swift and terrible if Zelenka sniffed out any behaviour he considered untoward that had its roots in Simpson's friendship with Cadman. John added a number 23 to his mental list: Don't let Cadman lure Simpson into anything resembling kablooey.
Mental list plenty long for one day and feeling pleasantly warmed with fermented berry concoction John decided it was time to find Rodney and blow this Popsicle stand. There were, in John's humble opinion, way better ways to celebrate 'yay, we're not dead yet!' than a fairly boring Atlantis-wide shindig.
"Hey, Miko," John said, seeing the other scientist. "Seen Rodney?"
"I think he's out on the balcony," she said as she breezed past and John headed off to the door opening onto the balcony.
"...just yet another voodoo science," John heard Rodney grousing as he got close. "We were supposed to have clear skies tonight."
"Come on, Rodney, the rain is romantic."
John tensed as he recognised the voice of one of the chemists - Krasner, or something. He was pretty sure she'd been flirting with Rodney, even though Rodney swore she wasn't.
"Yeah, yeah," Rodney said and John saw him turn his face up into the mist that was breezing into the balcony. "I always figured kissing in the rain would be nice."
John was gearing up for a full-fledged frontal attack if Crowley even twitched in Rodney's direction, but she didn't. She leaned more fully against the railing, smiling vaguely.
"It's pretty nice."
"It is?" Rodney said, startled into a voice crack, and John smiled. "I mean, yeah, of course. It's just been a while."
"Atlantea's rain is perfect for it, too, don't you think?" she continued, seemingly oblivious to Rodney's floundering. "It's warm with nice big drops. Real tropical rain, not what passes for rain in the north."
"Mmm," Rodney agreed vaguely, even though John knew that Rodney had never been farther south than Boston, Mass. But he knew the kind of rain Swarovski was talking about and she was right - Atlantean rain was the best kind of rain.
John took a deep breath and stepped back a few paces. Then he barrelled forward onto the balcony as if he were just arriving.
"Hey, Rodney, I thought... oh," he pulled up abruptly at the sight of the two of them leaning against the railing. Rodney turned toward him, face lighting up in undeniable pleasure.
"I was just telling Karwoski how meteorology is just another form of divination." He held a hand out into the sheeting rain and then drew it back and shook it off, an unmistakable look of disgust on his face. "As evidenced by the juxtaposition of tonight's weather with tonight's forecast."
"Oh, yeah," John said and shrugged. "I was thinking of heading out. Wanna...?" He hooked a thumb over his shoulder and Rodney pushed away from the rail, nodding.
"Yeah, sure. The biologists like to think they put on a good party, but." He shrugged and then turned to Karwoski. "Night."
She smiled softly at John and Sheppard realised that, however slick he hoped he was, any astute person could see what was going on. Any jealousy he might have been harbouring toward her fled at that look.
"Night, Rodney," she said. "Have a good night."
Sheppard was thankful for the dim light because his face flushed at her words, but Rodney seemed oblivious as he waved and followed Sheppard back into the mess.
"Ridiculous that it's called a science, really," Rodney was mumbling, but John mostly ignored him as he angled them out into the corridor. "And can you believe Carson?" Rodney continued as if it were a natural progression in their non-conversation.
Kind of like he was with Zelenka, John just nodded and made the appropriate sounds at the appropriate times. Rodney didn't say anything when John steered them toward John's quarters.
"I mean, come on, it's ridiculous!" Rodney shouted as he toed off his boots. "Like I would ever let myself be bribed for something as low as a set of dvds."
"Shit!" John said, suddenly, and headed toward his own balcony. "I left some stuff out there to dry."
"Might as well just leave it, now," Rodney called after him but John resolutely ignored him.
When he got out onto the balcony he waited a beat and then leaned over the railing.
"Rodney, hey!" he called. "C'mere!"
"What?" Rodney called from somewhere inside John's quarters and Sheppard sent up a silent prayer that Rodney wouldn't be too obstinate, just this once.
"No, c'mon, really!" John shouted back, trying to put as much excitement in his voice as he could.
There was a long beat of silence and John was afraid that Rodney wouldn't come but then finally Rodney came out onto the balcony, clad only in his blue science shirt and boxers.
"This had really better be damned good," Rodney threatened from the doorway and John looked over his shoulder at him, drenched to the bone and smiling broadly.
"Yeah, you'll like it. Just come here."
Rodney sighed deeply and then stepped out into the rain. He was almost instantly soaked, hair plastered down against his head, as he moved to stand next to Sheppard.
"What's so damned interesting?"
"Just this," John said and turned to Rodney, one hand going around his waist as the other moved to cradle the back of Rodney's head. Rodney made a soft, brief, sound of protest before his tense body relaxed against John's.
John made a sound of encouragement as he flicked his tongue against Rodney's lips. And this dance was so familiar and so comfortable that, when Rodney's mouth opened against his, John could only exhale softly and pull Rodney closer.
Rodney's hands made slow work of John's arms as their lips and tongues slid together, tasting, consuming. And John sucked Rodney's lip, wondering at how different he tasted in the slightly salty rain just as Rodney's tongue made a slow sweep against John's own.
Shivering with want, John plunged his hand into Rodney's hair, tilting Rodney's head to exactly the right angle as he he continued his slow plundering. He felt Rodney's lips form words, felt the rumble of them in his own mouth, but he didn't relent, just pulled them closer together, forced Rodney's words to retreat at the advance of his own desire.
It wasn't until Rodney groaned softly that John pulled back, feeling Rodney's weight and warmth sway into him, chasing the soft drift of lip and tongue. John relented for another long moment, opening his mouth to Rodney's methodical questing, letting himself feel everything Rodney had to offer him, wanted to give him again and again.
"Kissing in the rain seems to be a go," he said, finally, against Rodney's mouth.
"Huh?" Rodney grunted, not stopping his conquest of John's lips.
"Warm rain," John said, getting his hands again on Rodney's shoulders and pushing him away slightly. "Fat drops. Seems like kissing in the rain is nice."
For a second John thought Rodney was going to be pissed when he realised that John had eavesdropped on his conversation, but then he just smiled slowly and leaned back in to kiss wetness from John's jaw.
"One successful experiment isn't enough to draw any conclusions from. Duplicable results are what I'm after."
"Well," John said, pushing Rodney away again. "What kind of results are you after?" He leaned in and nibbled Rodney's ear. "A general shiver?"
John drug his mouth over Rodney's neck, tonguing softly as he went, before he bit down. "Tension leading to an endorphin rush?"
He moved slowly, then, to the hollow under Rodney's throat and then worked his way up to Rodney's chin. "Spontaneous erection?"
John continued his slow journey to the corner of Rodney's mouth, kissing it softly before gliding his tongue over Rodney's lower lip. "Gasping, or..." He continued his slow, teasing exploration of Rodney's lips until Rodney's mouth fell open, a small, helpless whimper escaping.
"Or," John said, cupping Rodney's head in his hands, thumbs brushing across Rodney's cheekbones. "Complete loss of control over one's somatic functions?"
Rodney made an incoherent noise as John's mouth sealed over his, as John's tongue moved into his mouth. He wanted. Wanted more of John, more of the staccato beat of the rain against his skin, more of the heat growing between them.
"Yes?" he gasped, when John finally let him have a second to think.
John just smiled and bent to Rodney's mouth again. "Good."
Author: ultimatemarysue
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warning: none
WordCount: 1681
AN: This was inspired by my best friend who was just in West Palm with his new boy friend. My bestie mentioned that it had always been a fantasy of his to be kissed in the rain. That person promptly went and told my bestie's boyfriend about this. The next day it just so happened to be raining and the boyfriend went out onto the balcony with no apparent good reason. Then he called to my bestie urgently, telling him he needed to get out onto the balcony. When my bestie got out there the boyfriend was all like, oh, just this... and kissed him.
When he told me this story I got all squishy inside (I mean, COME ON! HOW CUTE!!!???) and decided it must be a fic.
The slamming of rain in the north of North America comes from my own experience. I'm a Miami, FL, girl born and bred and I'm used to fat rain drops that are almost *hot*. The rain in Boston is not so much rain, generally, as it is mist. And it's almost always chilly, no matter how hot it was that day. I miss Florida rain sometimes.
It was an informal get together, something the biology department liked to put together to celebrate another 'yay, we're not dead yet!' milestone. Sheppard, while not entirely enthused by the idea, was able to appreciate the sentiment.
"You do not know the lengths to which I go," Zelenka was saying. He was hovering over a bowl of dip, restlessly poking it with a baby carrot.
John nodded, half listening.
"Simpson," Zelenka said, viciously biting the carrot in half. "Ever since she has become friends with this Cadman of yours." Zelenka snorted and Sheppard was impressed with the amount of disgust he was able to imbue the sound with. John knew there was a reason he liked Radek. "She is preoccupied with... with violence."
Now it was John's turn to snort.
"Sorry," he said when Zelenka stared at John with wide eyes from behind his glasses. "It's just, uh, y'know. It's Cadman."
"Mmm. I know only too well," Zelenka said and Sheppard was a little too familiar with that tone of voice, so he finished his drink, some lightly fermented berry concoction from MX4-389, in one long swallow and said, "I gotta mingle."
Zelenka's face pulled down into what John privately called 'the squinchy face.' (Rodney made the same face - John had been forced to come up with a name for it.)
"I know where the marines learn their habits, Colonel!" Zelenka called as Sheppard moved away through the crowd. "If Simpson brings C4 to the lab I will hold you personally responsible and will not withhold my reprisal!"
John had no doubt that vengeance would be swift and terrible if Zelenka sniffed out any behaviour he considered untoward that had its roots in Simpson's friendship with Cadman. John added a number 23 to his mental list: Don't let Cadman lure Simpson into anything resembling kablooey.
Mental list plenty long for one day and feeling pleasantly warmed with fermented berry concoction John decided it was time to find Rodney and blow this Popsicle stand. There were, in John's humble opinion, way better ways to celebrate 'yay, we're not dead yet!' than a fairly boring Atlantis-wide shindig.
"Hey, Miko," John said, seeing the other scientist. "Seen Rodney?"
"I think he's out on the balcony," she said as she breezed past and John headed off to the door opening onto the balcony.
"...just yet another voodoo science," John heard Rodney grousing as he got close. "We were supposed to have clear skies tonight."
"Come on, Rodney, the rain is romantic."
John tensed as he recognised the voice of one of the chemists - Krasner, or something. He was pretty sure she'd been flirting with Rodney, even though Rodney swore she wasn't.
"Yeah, yeah," Rodney said and John saw him turn his face up into the mist that was breezing into the balcony. "I always figured kissing in the rain would be nice."
John was gearing up for a full-fledged frontal attack if Crowley even twitched in Rodney's direction, but she didn't. She leaned more fully against the railing, smiling vaguely.
"It's pretty nice."
"It is?" Rodney said, startled into a voice crack, and John smiled. "I mean, yeah, of course. It's just been a while."
"Atlantea's rain is perfect for it, too, don't you think?" she continued, seemingly oblivious to Rodney's floundering. "It's warm with nice big drops. Real tropical rain, not what passes for rain in the north."
"Mmm," Rodney agreed vaguely, even though John knew that Rodney had never been farther south than Boston, Mass. But he knew the kind of rain Swarovski was talking about and she was right - Atlantean rain was the best kind of rain.
John took a deep breath and stepped back a few paces. Then he barrelled forward onto the balcony as if he were just arriving.
"Hey, Rodney, I thought... oh," he pulled up abruptly at the sight of the two of them leaning against the railing. Rodney turned toward him, face lighting up in undeniable pleasure.
"I was just telling Karwoski how meteorology is just another form of divination." He held a hand out into the sheeting rain and then drew it back and shook it off, an unmistakable look of disgust on his face. "As evidenced by the juxtaposition of tonight's weather with tonight's forecast."
"Oh, yeah," John said and shrugged. "I was thinking of heading out. Wanna...?" He hooked a thumb over his shoulder and Rodney pushed away from the rail, nodding.
"Yeah, sure. The biologists like to think they put on a good party, but." He shrugged and then turned to Karwoski. "Night."
She smiled softly at John and Sheppard realised that, however slick he hoped he was, any astute person could see what was going on. Any jealousy he might have been harbouring toward her fled at that look.
"Night, Rodney," she said. "Have a good night."
Sheppard was thankful for the dim light because his face flushed at her words, but Rodney seemed oblivious as he waved and followed Sheppard back into the mess.
"Ridiculous that it's called a science, really," Rodney was mumbling, but John mostly ignored him as he angled them out into the corridor. "And can you believe Carson?" Rodney continued as if it were a natural progression in their non-conversation.
Kind of like he was with Zelenka, John just nodded and made the appropriate sounds at the appropriate times. Rodney didn't say anything when John steered them toward John's quarters.
"I mean, come on, it's ridiculous!" Rodney shouted as he toed off his boots. "Like I would ever let myself be bribed for something as low as a set of dvds."
"Shit!" John said, suddenly, and headed toward his own balcony. "I left some stuff out there to dry."
"Might as well just leave it, now," Rodney called after him but John resolutely ignored him.
When he got out onto the balcony he waited a beat and then leaned over the railing.
"Rodney, hey!" he called. "C'mere!"
"What?" Rodney called from somewhere inside John's quarters and Sheppard sent up a silent prayer that Rodney wouldn't be too obstinate, just this once.
"No, c'mon, really!" John shouted back, trying to put as much excitement in his voice as he could.
There was a long beat of silence and John was afraid that Rodney wouldn't come but then finally Rodney came out onto the balcony, clad only in his blue science shirt and boxers.
"This had really better be damned good," Rodney threatened from the doorway and John looked over his shoulder at him, drenched to the bone and smiling broadly.
"Yeah, you'll like it. Just come here."
Rodney sighed deeply and then stepped out into the rain. He was almost instantly soaked, hair plastered down against his head, as he moved to stand next to Sheppard.
"What's so damned interesting?"
"Just this," John said and turned to Rodney, one hand going around his waist as the other moved to cradle the back of Rodney's head. Rodney made a soft, brief, sound of protest before his tense body relaxed against John's.
John made a sound of encouragement as he flicked his tongue against Rodney's lips. And this dance was so familiar and so comfortable that, when Rodney's mouth opened against his, John could only exhale softly and pull Rodney closer.
Rodney's hands made slow work of John's arms as their lips and tongues slid together, tasting, consuming. And John sucked Rodney's lip, wondering at how different he tasted in the slightly salty rain just as Rodney's tongue made a slow sweep against John's own.
Shivering with want, John plunged his hand into Rodney's hair, tilting Rodney's head to exactly the right angle as he he continued his slow plundering. He felt Rodney's lips form words, felt the rumble of them in his own mouth, but he didn't relent, just pulled them closer together, forced Rodney's words to retreat at the advance of his own desire.
It wasn't until Rodney groaned softly that John pulled back, feeling Rodney's weight and warmth sway into him, chasing the soft drift of lip and tongue. John relented for another long moment, opening his mouth to Rodney's methodical questing, letting himself feel everything Rodney had to offer him, wanted to give him again and again.
"Kissing in the rain seems to be a go," he said, finally, against Rodney's mouth.
"Huh?" Rodney grunted, not stopping his conquest of John's lips.
"Warm rain," John said, getting his hands again on Rodney's shoulders and pushing him away slightly. "Fat drops. Seems like kissing in the rain is nice."
For a second John thought Rodney was going to be pissed when he realised that John had eavesdropped on his conversation, but then he just smiled slowly and leaned back in to kiss wetness from John's jaw.
"One successful experiment isn't enough to draw any conclusions from. Duplicable results are what I'm after."
"Well," John said, pushing Rodney away again. "What kind of results are you after?" He leaned in and nibbled Rodney's ear. "A general shiver?"
John drug his mouth over Rodney's neck, tonguing softly as he went, before he bit down. "Tension leading to an endorphin rush?"
He moved slowly, then, to the hollow under Rodney's throat and then worked his way up to Rodney's chin. "Spontaneous erection?"
John continued his slow journey to the corner of Rodney's mouth, kissing it softly before gliding his tongue over Rodney's lower lip. "Gasping, or..." He continued his slow, teasing exploration of Rodney's lips until Rodney's mouth fell open, a small, helpless whimper escaping.
"Or," John said, cupping Rodney's head in his hands, thumbs brushing across Rodney's cheekbones. "Complete loss of control over one's somatic functions?"
Rodney made an incoherent noise as John's mouth sealed over his, as John's tongue moved into his mouth. He wanted. Wanted more of John, more of the staccato beat of the rain against his skin, more of the heat growing between them.
"Yes?" he gasped, when John finally let him have a second to think.
John just smiled and bent to Rodney's mouth again. "Good."