Fic: Stretch, a Checkmate Epilogue
Title: Stretch, a Checkmate ‘verse Epilogue
Series:Checkmate ‘Verse
Author: Beadattitude
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: Teen, for suggestive themes
Beta: none, for I am a greedy wench
Warnings: Animal transformation, angst, schmoop, romance
ETA: Having some elbow and thumb tendon problems, so feedback response will be slow. Though, do recall that feedback makes a writer very, very happy and appreciative and lovesome!
Summary: John’s stretches are different. Mostly good different, in Rodney’s opinion.
Teaser:
Collapsing into a loose sprawl, John stared up at the ceiling with an odd expression, his eyebrows raised. He stayed that way, doing strange things with his eyebrows, for several moments.
Rodney couldn't stop himself. "What are you doing?"
John's head popped up, looking over at Rodney down the length of the bed. "Uh, nothing." He looked embarrassed, his face slightly flushed.
~~~
John was making contented stretching noises and things being so new and all, Rodney couldn't help but turn to watch. For comparison's sake. Cat vs. extremely hot guy. Also to check on him, because the transformation seemed to have taken a lot of energy and he was still sleeping it off.
And. Extremely hot guy.
He was going all out, arching his back and stretching his arms over his head, his fingers spread wide. (His toes were spread, too, trembling in tension-releasing bliss and Rodney grinned to himself, remembering smaller, furry feet.)
John's shirt rode up slightly over his golden belly, just about the time he dug into the bed with his hips, his chastely boxered pelvis sliding forward, the last step in (it seemed) offering the whole sensual spread to Rodney, low slung boxers revealing a dark arrow of hair showing the way. His mouth went dry.
Collapsing into a loose sprawl, John stared up at the ceiling with an odd expression, his eyebrows raised. He stayed that way, doing strange things with his eyebrows, for several moments.
Rodney couldn't stop himself. "What are you doing?"
John's head popped up, looking over at Rodney down the length of the bed. "Uh, nothing." He looked embarrassed, his face slightly flushed.
Walking over to the bed, Rodney stared down at him, hands on hips. (Mostly so he wouldn't get distracted by palming John's belly just to feel his warm, smooth skin.
John made an uncomfortable noise and mumbled. "Trying to stretch my ears."
There were so many answers to that, from how many ear muscles he had lost in the transformation to John's dorkiness to how completely crazy about him Rodney was that he wanted to make high pitched dolphin noises of glee over him like a twelve year old girl. Rodney's formidable brain just locked up.
"It felt good." John muttered defensively, tugging on one ear.
Rodney'd had enough. He leaned over and blew a long, loud belly berry on John's stomach. John curled around him, laughing, clever fingers trying to get at his ribs.
Series:Checkmate ‘Verse
Author: Beadattitude
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: Teen, for suggestive themes
Beta: none, for I am a greedy wench
Warnings: Animal transformation, angst, schmoop, romance
ETA: Having some elbow and thumb tendon problems, so feedback response will be slow. Though, do recall that feedback makes a writer very, very happy and appreciative and lovesome!
Summary: John’s stretches are different. Mostly good different, in Rodney’s opinion.
Teaser:
Collapsing into a loose sprawl, John stared up at the ceiling with an odd expression, his eyebrows raised. He stayed that way, doing strange things with his eyebrows, for several moments.
Rodney couldn't stop himself. "What are you doing?"
John's head popped up, looking over at Rodney down the length of the bed. "Uh, nothing." He looked embarrassed, his face slightly flushed.
~~~
John was making contented stretching noises and things being so new and all, Rodney couldn't help but turn to watch. For comparison's sake. Cat vs. extremely hot guy. Also to check on him, because the transformation seemed to have taken a lot of energy and he was still sleeping it off.
And. Extremely hot guy.
He was going all out, arching his back and stretching his arms over his head, his fingers spread wide. (His toes were spread, too, trembling in tension-releasing bliss and Rodney grinned to himself, remembering smaller, furry feet.)
John's shirt rode up slightly over his golden belly, just about the time he dug into the bed with his hips, his chastely boxered pelvis sliding forward, the last step in (it seemed) offering the whole sensual spread to Rodney, low slung boxers revealing a dark arrow of hair showing the way. His mouth went dry.
Collapsing into a loose sprawl, John stared up at the ceiling with an odd expression, his eyebrows raised. He stayed that way, doing strange things with his eyebrows, for several moments.
Rodney couldn't stop himself. "What are you doing?"
John's head popped up, looking over at Rodney down the length of the bed. "Uh, nothing." He looked embarrassed, his face slightly flushed.
Walking over to the bed, Rodney stared down at him, hands on hips. (Mostly so he wouldn't get distracted by palming John's belly just to feel his warm, smooth skin.
John made an uncomfortable noise and mumbled. "Trying to stretch my ears."
There were so many answers to that, from how many ear muscles he had lost in the transformation to John's dorkiness to how completely crazy about him Rodney was that he wanted to make high pitched dolphin noises of glee over him like a twelve year old girl. Rodney's formidable brain just locked up.
"It felt good." John muttered defensively, tugging on one ear.
Rodney'd had enough. He leaned over and blew a long, loud belly berry on John's stomach. John curled around him, laughing, clever fingers trying to get at his ribs.