prompt me?

[siegeofangels]

I'm supposed to be writing job application narrative statements this weekend, so--um, prompt me for commentfic with which I can bribe myself one-fic-one-statement?

I will probably work best off of prompts in the form of "The scene where blah blah blah happens."

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[siegeofangels]

John sits on the edge of the bed and tests its firmness with one hand. Nice. Very nice, he thinks, and smiles to himself at the memory of Rodney badgering the SGC into springing for real hotel rooms instead of the guest suites at the Mountain--none of them could really stomach the thought of staying underground for a week, no windows, mass-produced food.

He gets his boots off and lets himself fall backward onto the covers, soft and cool under his head, his feet still dangling down to the floor, and--he eels up the bed so he's lying flat on the ridiculously wide surface, approximately four thousand times bigger than his bed in Atlantis. He got used to turning over very carefully in the night, to his feet hanging over the end of the bed. Atlantis has its charms, but there's something to be said for this enormous bed.

The sheets are hotel-crisp when he crawls between them; the pillow smells clean, smells like Earth, and John grins and stretches out as far as he can, searching for the edge of the bed and not finding it, like he's making a snow angel.

He's splayed out like a starfish and dead asleep when Rodney knocks on his door before dinner. "Mmmph," he says, rubs his face, and gets up to let Rodney in while he puts his shoes back on.

Rodney eyes the disarray. "What, were you building a fort?" he says, but John's still in love with his mattress the size of a small state.

"Think they could beam it straight up to the Daedalus for me?" John says, and flumps onto his back again.

Rodney raises his eyebrows. "Shall I leave you two alone for a while?" he says, and John kicks him without moving too much, at which Rodney launches himself onto the mattress, creating a nearly imperceptible shockwave in the beautiful, beautiful bed.

Rodney lets out a sigh; John says, "See?" and they lie there, staring at the ceiling, until they hear the firm knock on the door that is Teyla.

[runpunkrun]

This is a beautiful love story about a man and his mattress. And now I feel even MORE strongly that John needs a new bed!

[siegeofangels]

Thank you!

He needs furniture that his feet do not hang off of. See also: chair, control.

In my head what happens next is that Teyla comes in and lies down, just to see what the fuss is about, since she's been out all afternoon while John was napping, and then Ronon comes after the three of them, and . . . well. They have to order dinner up.

[runpunkrun]

And Flanigan's not even that tall! This explains why we've never seen Ronon in bed. It'd just be laughable.

oh, but..>!

[philexos]

In Adrift he was *heh* stretched out on an infirmary gurney. Course they only shot him from the chest up. Probably had his feet flat on the floor. Yeah, "I'm good to go!" :D

[beadattitude]

So adorable.

[siegeofangels]

Thank you! It is just so--comfy and stretching out and he doesn't even have to sleep diagonally!