[drabble; sga] camping
Title: Camping
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McShep
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, fluff, established relationship
Summary: "I'm just saying," Rodney continued as if John hadn't spoken, "if it wasn't for your ability to marry every woman in a twenty mile radius every time we go offworld, we wouldn't be stranded, freezing and starving in some alien forest."
Word Count: 312
Notes: For my SGA Prompt table, 079. Marshmallows. Unbetaed.
"This is all your fault, you know."
John sighed and rotated the thin stick so his marshmallow wouldn't catch on fire before responding. "Yes, Rodney, I got it the first fifteen times you said it. Now shut up and eat your s'mores."
"I'm just saying," Rodney continued as if John hadn't spoken, "if it wasn't for your ability to marry every woman in a twenty mile radius every time we go offworld, we wouldn't be stranded, freezing and starving in some alien forest."
John rolled his eyes but didn't dignify the complaints with a response. His, "we have fire, we have food, its not even cold and help is coming," defense had already been proven entirely ineffective.
Rodney's voice was a little dejected as he said, "Really, it was easier when you stuck to just the ascended ones," but John had trouble taking him seriously because there was a piece of dried marshmallow goop on the corner of his lips.
The rambling went on for a while and John was content to sit back and take it until Rodney ran out of steam, but when it became apparent that he had no intention of stopping until they were rescued, John decided to put an end to it. He leaned forward and bit gently at the marshmallow on Rodney's face, effectively shutting him up with the added benefit of finally getting rid of the distracting mess.
"It isn't so bad, is it?" John reasoned, "Nice night, good food, and we're finally getting some alone time together."
Rodney made to argue and John bit back a huff of disappointment, but instead, Rodney look up through the gaps in the branches and leaves to look at the stars and said, "It is kinda pretty."
John smiled gratefully at him and a popped goopy marshmallow into his mouth, getting it all over his lips and eliciting giggles and a joke about sticky white stuff from Rodney.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McShep
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, fluff, established relationship
Summary: "I'm just saying," Rodney continued as if John hadn't spoken, "if it wasn't for your ability to marry every woman in a twenty mile radius every time we go offworld, we wouldn't be stranded, freezing and starving in some alien forest."
Word Count: 312
Notes: For my SGA Prompt table, 079. Marshmallows. Unbetaed.
"This is all your fault, you know."
John sighed and rotated the thin stick so his marshmallow wouldn't catch on fire before responding. "Yes, Rodney, I got it the first fifteen times you said it. Now shut up and eat your s'mores."
"I'm just saying," Rodney continued as if John hadn't spoken, "if it wasn't for your ability to marry every woman in a twenty mile radius every time we go offworld, we wouldn't be stranded, freezing and starving in some alien forest."
John rolled his eyes but didn't dignify the complaints with a response. His, "we have fire, we have food, its not even cold and help is coming," defense had already been proven entirely ineffective.
Rodney's voice was a little dejected as he said, "Really, it was easier when you stuck to just the ascended ones," but John had trouble taking him seriously because there was a piece of dried marshmallow goop on the corner of his lips.
The rambling went on for a while and John was content to sit back and take it until Rodney ran out of steam, but when it became apparent that he had no intention of stopping until they were rescued, John decided to put an end to it. He leaned forward and bit gently at the marshmallow on Rodney's face, effectively shutting him up with the added benefit of finally getting rid of the distracting mess.
"It isn't so bad, is it?" John reasoned, "Nice night, good food, and we're finally getting some alone time together."
Rodney made to argue and John bit back a huff of disappointment, but instead, Rodney look up through the gaps in the branches and leaves to look at the stars and said, "It is kinda pretty."
John smiled gratefully at him and a popped goopy marshmallow into his mouth, getting it all over his lips and eliciting giggles and a joke about sticky white stuff from Rodney.