[Stargate: Drabble] "Captain & Mrs." [John/Rodney, G]
Title: Captain & Mrs.
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 450
Prompt: mcsheplets challenge #231 ‘age’
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Setting: tag to Compatibility of Souls Chapter Six: Privateers (Meredith is a lady shipwright, John is a pirate privateer)
Summary: The sunlight glinted on the gold band on her left ring finger and she paused, just admiring it.
Captain & Mrs.
Meredith stood at Atlantis’s rail, watching the ocean’s distant horizon slowly turn rosey-gold with the rising sun. The sunlight glinted on the gold band on her left ring finger and she paused, just admiring it.
“I would shower you with gold, if I could,” said a voice, suddenly, and she whirled, glaring at the speaker.
“Do you mean to give me an attack of nerves, captain?” she snapped.
John grinned, taking a step across the deck. “I made plenty of noise,” he said. “It’s just that you were too distracted to hear me. Are you still so enamored of your wedding ring, Mrs. Sheppard?”
“I was attempting to calculate our longitude using only the sun,” said Meredith, which was a lie. “Some of us rise early to get work done.”
He laughed, his ridiculous braying genuine laugh, and strode forward to pull her into a fierce kiss.
And that was the most incredible thing, after nearly three months of marriage, not the warm weight of her wedding band, but the way John still laughed at her insults and kissed away her scowls.
“And I suppose keeping Atlantis afloat doesn’t qualify as work?” he teased, when they broke for air.
“Hardly,” she said, and he laughed again.
“Never change, Meredith,” said John.
“I have, though,” she said, softly. “I’m hardly the same as when we met, John, now that I’ve turned pirate.”
“Privateer,” he corrected, out of habit. “And you haven’t really changed. It’s just that you can finally be yourself, let the world see your best qualities, that polite society was trying to stifle.”
“You mean my brilliant mechanical mind and my razor sharp tongue?” Meredith asked.
John grinned. “Those are the parts I like best,” he said.
Meredith felt herself going pink and turned in his arms, facing the ocean. Her husband wrapped his arms more firmly around her waist, hooking his chin over her shoulder. “Do you imagine this is any less difficult for me to believe?” he breathed, in her ear. “I had resigned myself to loneliness, because the sea is my home and I never thought I would find a woman who would understand, let alone share it with me. But here you are, beautiful and brilliant and you agreed to marry me.”
“Yes, I did,” said Meredith. “Even if it did mean joining your pirate crew.”
“Privateer,” John corrected, and pressed a kiss just below her ear.
She shivered, happily, then straightened. “I’m famished,” she said. “Where is that steward of yours with breakfast.”
John kissed her again, then released her to step back and offer his arm. “May I escort you to our cabin, Mrs. Sheppard?”
She took it, smiling. “You may, Captain Sheppard.”
THE END
Current Mood:
tired
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 450
Prompt: mcsheplets challenge #231 ‘age’
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Setting: tag to Compatibility of Souls Chapter Six: Privateers (Meredith is a lady shipwright, John is a pirate privateer)
Summary: The sunlight glinted on the gold band on her left ring finger and she paused, just admiring it.
Captain & Mrs.
Meredith stood at Atlantis’s rail, watching the ocean’s distant horizon slowly turn rosey-gold with the rising sun. The sunlight glinted on the gold band on her left ring finger and she paused, just admiring it.
“I would shower you with gold, if I could,” said a voice, suddenly, and she whirled, glaring at the speaker.
“Do you mean to give me an attack of nerves, captain?” she snapped.
John grinned, taking a step across the deck. “I made plenty of noise,” he said. “It’s just that you were too distracted to hear me. Are you still so enamored of your wedding ring, Mrs. Sheppard?”
“I was attempting to calculate our longitude using only the sun,” said Meredith, which was a lie. “Some of us rise early to get work done.”
He laughed, his ridiculous braying genuine laugh, and strode forward to pull her into a fierce kiss.
And that was the most incredible thing, after nearly three months of marriage, not the warm weight of her wedding band, but the way John still laughed at her insults and kissed away her scowls.
“And I suppose keeping Atlantis afloat doesn’t qualify as work?” he teased, when they broke for air.
“Hardly,” she said, and he laughed again.
“Never change, Meredith,” said John.
“I have, though,” she said, softly. “I’m hardly the same as when we met, John, now that I’ve turned pirate.”
“Privateer,” he corrected, out of habit. “And you haven’t really changed. It’s just that you can finally be yourself, let the world see your best qualities, that polite society was trying to stifle.”
“You mean my brilliant mechanical mind and my razor sharp tongue?” Meredith asked.
John grinned. “Those are the parts I like best,” he said.
Meredith felt herself going pink and turned in his arms, facing the ocean. Her husband wrapped his arms more firmly around her waist, hooking his chin over her shoulder. “Do you imagine this is any less difficult for me to believe?” he breathed, in her ear. “I had resigned myself to loneliness, because the sea is my home and I never thought I would find a woman who would understand, let alone share it with me. But here you are, beautiful and brilliant and you agreed to marry me.”
“Yes, I did,” said Meredith. “Even if it did mean joining your pirate crew.”
“Privateer,” John corrected, and pressed a kiss just below her ear.
She shivered, happily, then straightened. “I’m famished,” she said. “Where is that steward of yours with breakfast.”
John kissed her again, then released her to step back and offer his arm. “May I escort you to our cabin, Mrs. Sheppard?”
She took it, smiling. “You may, Captain Sheppard.”
THE END
Current Mood:
tired