WIP Meme
reccea convinced me that I wanted to do this. Gakked from...just about everyone, really.
Amnesia fic, untitled
"Well. I'm well aware that my attachments to people are not necessarily accurate representations of their perceptions of the relationship," McKay said stiffly. It sounded like something he'd rehearsed often and in front of a mirror.
The Best Things in Life Are Free
The Colonel came home a few hours later and frowned when he found John overwarm and listless under too many covers.
"You're warm," he said, the back of his hand brushing up under the hair that usually flopped over John's eyebrows. "But I don't think you have a fever."
"I'll be fine by tomorrow," John lied.
Sequel to The Best Things in Life Are Free
"I was hoping -- and I know this is going to sound weird coming from me because you know how I feel about pain and by all accounts this is supposed to be pretty painful, at least for the first time, but there's plenty of lubricant and I'm sure you'll be careful and I keep thinking that it might turn out to be really worth it, so I was hoping -- " Rodney lifted his head to look at John, who had gone very still and quiet, " -- that you might want to fuck me."
Carpal Tunnel fic, untitled
Sheppard sighed and leaned his forehead against Rodney's. "I'm trying to kiss you," he said, all traces of charm gone from his voice. "Are you going to cooperate or what?"
Speak No Evil
The beds were narrow, wide enough that they each had a side, but sleeping was a close affair, no room for trenches between them.
Debriefing fic, untitled, for flashfic challenge
Elizabeth resisted the urge to tear her hair out and wondered if Caldwell wanted to get beaten at chess again that day.
Close Only Counts in Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
"This was obviously We're Not Dead!Sex," Rodney explained, with the capital letters and Boolean search parameters obvious in his voice, "or at least You're Not Dead!Sex, which is not a basis for...anything, most certainly not for freaking out -- " John hid a smile as Rodney's voice cracked and he wondered who was having the freakout " -- so I'm just going to go and this? Didn't count."
Mission fic, untitled, co-written with reccea
"We can still have fantastic, mind-blowing orgasms." John offered Rodney his most regretful smile and it was an honest one. "We just can't have them with each other."
John/Elizabeth fic, for miss_porcupine
"I...like what you've done with the place," [John] said, looking around at the dimmed lights, elegant place settings, and sumptuous dinner laid out in Elizabeth's quarters.
Rave Atlantis
John strokes her back, gentling her like a spooked colt. He mouths kisses into her hair, his eyes fixed on Rodney the entire time, and Rodney can't help but think how fucked up they all are.
John is Snoopy. Kolya is the Red Baron
O'Neill saluted him back. "Sheppard. You're sloppy, you're a hotdog, and your hair's unreg. You're also the only person we have to survive a dogfight with the Baron and I expect you to come back this time, too, understand me?"
Thanksgiving fic, prequel to Beatings
The bed shifted under Nate's weight and then long fingers found John's chin. John inhaled and Nate's mouth moved against his, warm and firm. John remembered this part. The sweet opening of a mouth over his. The sweep of tongue against his teeth. The hard shudder that rode through his body. The rush of blood to his groin. The final push that preceded a withdrawal and then John was kissing empty air.
"That's what it feels like, John," Nate's voice said in the darkness. "Okay?"
Things You Just Don't Do
"Okay, first rule," Jack said, holding up his own drink. "None of that 'sir' crap tonight. I don't get off on that." He moved his glass to clink against Sheppard's. "To things you just don't do," he said.
Rodney IS the Weakest Link!
"You know, thank God for the Daedalus," Rodney said, dropping his tray across from Sheppard's and sitting down. "If it wasn't for Jello, I wouldn't recognize anything on this tray."
Amnesia fic, untitled
"Well. I'm well aware that my attachments to people are not necessarily accurate representations of their perceptions of the relationship," McKay said stiffly. It sounded like something he'd rehearsed often and in front of a mirror.
The Best Things in Life Are Free
The Colonel came home a few hours later and frowned when he found John overwarm and listless under too many covers.
"You're warm," he said, the back of his hand brushing up under the hair that usually flopped over John's eyebrows. "But I don't think you have a fever."
"I'll be fine by tomorrow," John lied.
Sequel to The Best Things in Life Are Free
"I was hoping -- and I know this is going to sound weird coming from me because you know how I feel about pain and by all accounts this is supposed to be pretty painful, at least for the first time, but there's plenty of lubricant and I'm sure you'll be careful and I keep thinking that it might turn out to be really worth it, so I was hoping -- " Rodney lifted his head to look at John, who had gone very still and quiet, " -- that you might want to fuck me."
Carpal Tunnel fic, untitled
Sheppard sighed and leaned his forehead against Rodney's. "I'm trying to kiss you," he said, all traces of charm gone from his voice. "Are you going to cooperate or what?"
Speak No Evil
The beds were narrow, wide enough that they each had a side, but sleeping was a close affair, no room for trenches between them.
Debriefing fic, untitled, for flashfic challenge
Elizabeth resisted the urge to tear her hair out and wondered if Caldwell wanted to get beaten at chess again that day.
Close Only Counts in Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
"This was obviously We're Not Dead!Sex," Rodney explained, with the capital letters and Boolean search parameters obvious in his voice, "or at least You're Not Dead!Sex, which is not a basis for...anything, most certainly not for freaking out -- " John hid a smile as Rodney's voice cracked and he wondered who was having the freakout " -- so I'm just going to go and this? Didn't count."
Mission fic, untitled, co-written with reccea
"We can still have fantastic, mind-blowing orgasms." John offered Rodney his most regretful smile and it was an honest one. "We just can't have them with each other."
John/Elizabeth fic, for miss_porcupine
"I...like what you've done with the place," [John] said, looking around at the dimmed lights, elegant place settings, and sumptuous dinner laid out in Elizabeth's quarters.
Rave Atlantis
John strokes her back, gentling her like a spooked colt. He mouths kisses into her hair, his eyes fixed on Rodney the entire time, and Rodney can't help but think how fucked up they all are.
John is Snoopy. Kolya is the Red Baron
O'Neill saluted him back. "Sheppard. You're sloppy, you're a hotdog, and your hair's unreg. You're also the only person we have to survive a dogfight with the Baron and I expect you to come back this time, too, understand me?"
Thanksgiving fic, prequel to Beatings
The bed shifted under Nate's weight and then long fingers found John's chin. John inhaled and Nate's mouth moved against his, warm and firm. John remembered this part. The sweet opening of a mouth over his. The sweep of tongue against his teeth. The hard shudder that rode through his body. The rush of blood to his groin. The final push that preceded a withdrawal and then John was kissing empty air.
"That's what it feels like, John," Nate's voice said in the darkness. "Okay?"
Things You Just Don't Do
"Okay, first rule," Jack said, holding up his own drink. "None of that 'sir' crap tonight. I don't get off on that." He moved his glass to clink against Sheppard's. "To things you just don't do," he said.
Rodney IS the Weakest Link!
"You know, thank God for the Daedalus," Rodney said, dropping his tray across from Sheppard's and sitting down. "If it wasn't for Jello, I wouldn't recognize anything on this tray."