Fic. Half-Pint
Title: Half Pint
Summary: For sga_rarepairing fic battle.
Rating: K+ for suggestion, and silliness?
John chuckled again into his jar of beer, his eyes closing of their own accord as mirth grasped him. It’d been far too long since he’d been able to jibe someone as easily as he did with Teyla - and the best of it was, she didn’t even get what it meant. When he’d said it to her the first time - as a flippant remark - she had merely frowned momentarily before brushing it off as another one of his ‘quirks’. Since then, it had become a kind of pet name and she no longer frowned and Rodney no longer tried to explain.
Carson found it hilarious, his chuckle always lasting longer than the others, his head shake that bit more vehement but John had never questioned it; he supposed it was one of his ‘quirks’; another one of those things that were just accepted (like Carson’s ‘chanty rastling’ in his sleep, which he’d endured weeks of endless ribbing about).
John’s chuckles died away and he looked up from his two month old golf magazine and found her watching him, her own mirthful smile gracing her features. Seeing her in his room had taken quite a lot of getting used to and sometimes John found himself forgetting that the other members of his team (plus a few others) were there sometimes. She lowered her lids for a moment and licked her lips and John groaned lightly in the back of his throat.
He could so not wait for the others to leave, as much as he loved them, because she may be a half pint but damn, she was a good half pint; one that John wouldn’t mind drinking down in one.