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Title: Cherish
Author: Pollitt (mboyd)
Theme: Stages of a Relationship: Kiss/Make Out
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: No spoilers.
As it turns out, it isn’t the threat of impending death, the celebration of escaping impending death, nor is it aliens that makes their first kiss a reality.
It is, in fact, an average day and a typical conversation that proves to be the impetus.
“You cannot watch the Star Wars in episode order and love them the same way as if you were to watch them in the order they were filmed,” John argued, sitting close to Rodney on the couch-closer than he would have before the incident in the infirmary, which they still have not discussed.
Rodney can’t think of a rebuttal-mostly due to the fact that he’s in complete agreement-and instead cups John’s face and kisses him mid-sentence. John’s hands clutch at the back of Rodney’s shirt while his mouth responds, opening, his teeth nipping at Rodney’s bottom lip.
Thank God. Finally. Rodney thinks, or maybe says, if John’s puff of laughter is any indication.
“What about the movie?” John asks against the side Rodney’s neck. “Isn’t this something like blasphemy?”
“Leave it.” Rodney pushes the laptop to the side of the coffee table with his foot, Luke still learning the way of the Force from Yoda. “You’re worth it.”
Author: Pollitt (mboyd)
Theme: Stages of a Relationship: Kiss/Make Out
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: No spoilers.
As it turns out, it isn’t the threat of impending death, the celebration of escaping impending death, nor is it aliens that makes their first kiss a reality.
It is, in fact, an average day and a typical conversation that proves to be the impetus.
“You cannot watch the Star Wars in episode order and love them the same way as if you were to watch them in the order they were filmed,” John argued, sitting close to Rodney on the couch-closer than he would have before the incident in the infirmary, which they still have not discussed.
Rodney can’t think of a rebuttal-mostly due to the fact that he’s in complete agreement-and instead cups John’s face and kisses him mid-sentence. John’s hands clutch at the back of Rodney’s shirt while his mouth responds, opening, his teeth nipping at Rodney’s bottom lip.
Thank God. Finally. Rodney thinks, or maybe says, if John’s puff of laughter is any indication.
“What about the movie?” John asks against the side Rodney’s neck. “Isn’t this something like blasphemy?”
“Leave it.” Rodney pushes the laptop to the side of the coffee table with his foot, Luke still learning the way of the Force from Yoda. “You’re worth it.”