Holiday Fluff Advent Style: Day Thirteen (SGA)
Is anyone surprised I've lasted this long? Me too! *g*
Day Thirteen: An Ambush of Cheer, SGA, John/Rodney, PG
An Ambush of Cheer
by Lenore
Rodney blamed Cadman for the guerrilla mistletoe over the entrance to the armory. Not that he knew for a fact she was responsible, but it had her annoying touch, and blaming Cadman was always satisfying.
Sheppard raised an eyebrow, and Rodney felt his face turning traitor. He cleared his throat. "You realize this ridiculous convention actually has its origins in Norse battle custom. Snapping a branch off a mistletoe bush and foisting it onto your enemy was a way of declaring truce. Truly it's a tribute to mankind's ability to turn anything into romantic nonsense."
"Gee, Rodney, you sound almost anthropological on the subject," Sheppard said in a lazy drawl.
The distant knowledge that Sheppard was only winding him up did nothing to keep Rodney from sputtering, "I'll have you know that no legitimate scientist would be caught dead--"
The rest of this was lost in the press of Sheppard's mouth, firm and sure on Rodney's. When Sheppard pulled away, he was smiling, and Rodney nervously licked his lips.
"Merry Christmas, Rodney." Sheppard ambled off down the hall whistling.
Rodney stood stuck to the spot. "Um. Yeah. You too, Colonel."
Day Thirteen: An Ambush of Cheer, SGA, John/Rodney, PG
An Ambush of Cheer
by Lenore
Rodney blamed Cadman for the guerrilla mistletoe over the entrance to the armory. Not that he knew for a fact she was responsible, but it had her annoying touch, and blaming Cadman was always satisfying.
Sheppard raised an eyebrow, and Rodney felt his face turning traitor. He cleared his throat. "You realize this ridiculous convention actually has its origins in Norse battle custom. Snapping a branch off a mistletoe bush and foisting it onto your enemy was a way of declaring truce. Truly it's a tribute to mankind's ability to turn anything into romantic nonsense."
"Gee, Rodney, you sound almost anthropological on the subject," Sheppard said in a lazy drawl.
The distant knowledge that Sheppard was only winding him up did nothing to keep Rodney from sputtering, "I'll have you know that no legitimate scientist would be caught dead--"
The rest of this was lost in the press of Sheppard's mouth, firm and sure on Rodney's. When Sheppard pulled away, he was smiling, and Rodney nervously licked his lips.
"Merry Christmas, Rodney." Sheppard ambled off down the hall whistling.
Rodney stood stuck to the spot. "Um. Yeah. You too, Colonel."