[drabble] Naked.
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1sentence when I can't decide what I want to do.
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG-ish.
Word Count: 366
"What are you doing?" Sheppard asks, amused. He lays stomach down on the bed, cheek resting on bent arm. His expression is lazy, but Rodney can feel his eyes on him, steady and alert.
Self-consciously he shifts, drawing up the sheets around his waist. He looks down at curve of Sheppard's spine and the slight rise and fall of muscle with each breath. His back is smooth and scarred with a map of memories that he only half-knows how to read. Fortunately he is a fast learner, even if in ways he is reluctant to adapt his own behaviour.
It's ridiculous, he knows, but he hasn't expected the morning after to be quite so bright.
"I'm going to take a shower." Rodney clutches the fabric around him and starts to rise, eyes darting toward the haphazard array of clothing discarded around the room.
Sheppard shifts and pushes himself up into a sitting position. Rodney can feel the smirk more than see it, though a quick glance confirms it. "I'll go with you."
"You don't have to do that," he says, perhaps a beat too quickly.
There's the rolling of the eyes as Sheppard scratches the back of his head. He casts a pointed look at himself then Rodney. "I think we're kinda past the point of modesty here."
Rodney doesn't relent, edging toward the edge of the bed. "It's not everyday I wake up naked next to, well..." he trails off for a moment, then waves in Sheppard's general direction. "You."
"Gee, thanks."
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do." Without prompt Sheppard's hands are cupping his face and he's kissing him. Doubt Rodney hasn't acknowledged fades away, a few dozen less pinpricks to his nerves. His palms rest flat on the mattress as he leans forward, teeth scraping over Sheppard's lower lip before he pulls away.
"Shower?" This time he sounds more hopeful.
Sheppard smacks him lightly on the shoulder and stands, grabbing him by the wrists to pull him along. "Nothing's ever simple with you is it?"
"Not particularly, no." Rodney stumbles after him, legs tangled in the sheets before he frees himself. "You can't possibly have expected otherwise."
1sentence when I can't decide what I want to do.Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG-ish.
Word Count: 366
"What are you doing?" Sheppard asks, amused. He lays stomach down on the bed, cheek resting on bent arm. His expression is lazy, but Rodney can feel his eyes on him, steady and alert.
Self-consciously he shifts, drawing up the sheets around his waist. He looks down at curve of Sheppard's spine and the slight rise and fall of muscle with each breath. His back is smooth and scarred with a map of memories that he only half-knows how to read. Fortunately he is a fast learner, even if in ways he is reluctant to adapt his own behaviour.
It's ridiculous, he knows, but he hasn't expected the morning after to be quite so bright.
"I'm going to take a shower." Rodney clutches the fabric around him and starts to rise, eyes darting toward the haphazard array of clothing discarded around the room.
Sheppard shifts and pushes himself up into a sitting position. Rodney can feel the smirk more than see it, though a quick glance confirms it. "I'll go with you."
"You don't have to do that," he says, perhaps a beat too quickly.
There's the rolling of the eyes as Sheppard scratches the back of his head. He casts a pointed look at himself then Rodney. "I think we're kinda past the point of modesty here."
Rodney doesn't relent, edging toward the edge of the bed. "It's not everyday I wake up naked next to, well..." he trails off for a moment, then waves in Sheppard's general direction. "You."
"Gee, thanks."
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do." Without prompt Sheppard's hands are cupping his face and he's kissing him. Doubt Rodney hasn't acknowledged fades away, a few dozen less pinpricks to his nerves. His palms rest flat on the mattress as he leans forward, teeth scraping over Sheppard's lower lip before he pulls away.
"Shower?" This time he sounds more hopeful.
Sheppard smacks him lightly on the shoulder and stands, grabbing him by the wrists to pull him along. "Nothing's ever simple with you is it?"
"Not particularly, no." Rodney stumbles after him, legs tangled in the sheets before he frees himself. "You can't possibly have expected otherwise."
