I just hope they forgive me...
Oct. 6th, 2007 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tipsywitchI took 38 Kisses on holiday with me. Check it out here - http://the-oscar-cat.livejournal.com/543703.html
I was sat at the pool late one afternoon,
,
listening away and these just popped into my head. I just hopesheafrotherdonand the_oscar_cat will forgive me...
Title: And That Makes Forty.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: McShep
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: None
Unbeta'd for I am an impatient witch.
Notes: Forsheafrotherdonfor the original idea and for the_oscar_cat for the wonderful reading of it. For
Kissing John
Rodney loves it when John is like this.
Instead of the straight lines and brusque angles, there are soft curves that need caressing: Hollows to touch and tickle, drowsy lips begging to be kissed.
Soft breath that mutters "Hi." or "Morning." or "Hello you.".
Gentle hands that rub slow lazy circles on Rodney's back as Rodney steals in for another kiss.
Before daylight hits the bed.
Before the angles and lines have to return.
These are the moments with his John.
The one no one else sees.
His alone.
Kissing Rodney
John is constantly amazed how Rodney can go from rant to whimper in a heartbeat, or should that be the time of a kiss on his lips? There must be some equation for it.
The voice softens, quiets to almost nothing.
The murmurs and whispers make John see stars, Rodney breaths and gasps softly into Johns mouth.
"Yes."
and
"More."
and
"Oh there!"
and
"John!"
He loves the soft moans and the content silences.
He loves this Rodney.
His Rodney.
I was sat at the pool late one afternoon,
,listening away and these just popped into my head. I just hope
sheafrotherdonand the_oscar_cat will forgive me...Title: And That Makes Forty.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: McShep
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: None
Unbeta'd for I am an impatient witch.
Notes: For
sheafrotherdonfor the original idea and for the_oscar_cat for the wonderful reading of it. For Kissing John
Rodney loves it when John is like this.
Instead of the straight lines and brusque angles, there are soft curves that need caressing: Hollows to touch and tickle, drowsy lips begging to be kissed.
Soft breath that mutters "Hi." or "Morning." or "Hello you.".
Gentle hands that rub slow lazy circles on Rodney's back as Rodney steals in for another kiss.
Before daylight hits the bed.
Before the angles and lines have to return.
These are the moments with his John.
The one no one else sees.
His alone.
Kissing Rodney
John is constantly amazed how Rodney can go from rant to whimper in a heartbeat, or should that be the time of a kiss on his lips? There must be some equation for it.
The voice softens, quiets to almost nothing.
The murmurs and whispers make John see stars, Rodney breaths and gasps softly into Johns mouth.
"Yes."
and
"More."
and
"Oh there!"
and
"John!"
He loves the soft moans and the content silences.
He loves this Rodney.
His Rodney.
