and may all your christmases be white.
a bit of a fluffy ficlet (written in, like, thirty minutes, omg) because it's christmas and i wanted desperately to write something, but i didn't know what. so i wrote this. ♥ (googling is my friend, because math sucks. or i do, either way. :D)
sga. rodneyjohn.
these comforting sounds you make ; mew.
John, asleep, isn't exactly something Rodney ever thought he'd see, but there he is, curled against the (my, Rodney thinks) pillow, drooling and sighing and making these odd sounds that should absolutely not be adorable. It's not like he planned it. It isn't what he included in the equation, it isn't the answer. There's no simple π = 3.14159 or R = {x | x not in x}, not even a for all (x) if (x) is (x) → x = x (and it's so ridiculous and it's barely even science and what kind of moron thinks about it, anyway, surely they have better things to do and if not, well, those are the idiots, and derailed thoughts, what) and there is no logic.
"I," he says with as much indignation as he possibly can, "feel unjustly used."
John grunts - Rodney likes to think it's in agreement - and rolls closer, throwing his arm over Rodney's face and he splutters, flailing until he can breathe again, chest heaving, and when he glances at John, he has the nerve to still be asleep.
"'Oh, I'm so sorry, Rodney, I didn't mean to incapacitate you by smothering you with my overzealous arm.' Oh, no, not at all, John, I'm perfectly fine, thank you for asking."
He gets his answer when John punches him in the shoulder and shifts closer still, fingers finding and stroking a lazy path against Rodney's collarbone, and he mumbles out a muffled, "Go t'sleep, Rodney," and then he makes that odd sound that is most decidedly not adorable.
"Incorrigible," Rodney says, and thinks oh yes. And when he tangles his feet with John's and turns against him, elbows fitting in at the curve of a belly, fingers weaving strands of hair at the back of a neck, he tells himself it's only because he's so terribly, terribly sleepy.
also: it's 3:02 am and it's christmas. it doesn't really feel like it yet, but the tree's decorated and the tomorrow we'll eat loads of yummy food and omg, it's even snowed and i should reallyreally go to sleep because it's children's programs time tomorrow morning. ♥ :D
so hey, you all crazy people:
MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HOLIDAYS
♥
sga. rodneyjohn.
these comforting sounds you make ; mew.
John, asleep, isn't exactly something Rodney ever thought he'd see, but there he is, curled against the (my, Rodney thinks) pillow, drooling and sighing and making these odd sounds that should absolutely not be adorable. It's not like he planned it. It isn't what he included in the equation, it isn't the answer. There's no simple π = 3.14159 or R = {x | x not in x}, not even a for all (x) if (x) is (x) → x = x (and it's so ridiculous and it's barely even science and what kind of moron thinks about it, anyway, surely they have better things to do and if not, well, those are the idiots, and derailed thoughts, what) and there is no logic.
"I," he says with as much indignation as he possibly can, "feel unjustly used."
John grunts - Rodney likes to think it's in agreement - and rolls closer, throwing his arm over Rodney's face and he splutters, flailing until he can breathe again, chest heaving, and when he glances at John, he has the nerve to still be asleep.
"'Oh, I'm so sorry, Rodney, I didn't mean to incapacitate you by smothering you with my overzealous arm.' Oh, no, not at all, John, I'm perfectly fine, thank you for asking."
He gets his answer when John punches him in the shoulder and shifts closer still, fingers finding and stroking a lazy path against Rodney's collarbone, and he mumbles out a muffled, "Go t'sleep, Rodney," and then he makes that odd sound that is most decidedly not adorable.
"Incorrigible," Rodney says, and thinks oh yes. And when he tangles his feet with John's and turns against him, elbows fitting in at the curve of a belly, fingers weaving strands of hair at the back of a neck, he tells himself it's only because he's so terribly, terribly sleepy.
also: it's 3:02 am and it's christmas. it doesn't really feel like it yet, but the tree's decorated and the tomorrow we'll eat loads of yummy food and omg, it's even snowed and i should reallyreally go to sleep because it's children's programs time tomorrow morning. ♥ :D
so hey, you all crazy people:
MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HOLIDAYS
♥