[Stargate: Drabble] "Lamplight" [John/Rodney, G]
Title: Lamplight
Prompt: writerverse challenge #13 weekly quick fix ‘gaslight’ & ‘the wild, wild west’
Word Count: 207
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Setting: part of my Home on the Range ‘verse
Summary: “How are you still here?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Lamplight
Rodney was bent over his workbench, peering through his magnifying lens at a particularly tricky internal component of his latest project, when there was suddenly much more light than there had been a moment ago.
“What!?” he spluttered, then frowned. “Sheppard?”
John leaned against the table, next to the brass lantern that was usually in their cabin’s main room. It had gotten dark outside the barn while Rodney was working, and the lantern cast a golden circle of light around them both.
“Time for dinner, buddy,” said John, smiling. “You’ve been working all day.”
In the light, John’s sun-kissed skin was burnished gold, and Rodney could only stare at him, remembering the feel of that skin beneath his fingers, the taste of that smile on his lips. He didn’t realize how long he’d been silent, eyes tracing the curve of a jaw he’d long since memorized, until it curved John’s mouth into a frown.
“Rodney?” he said, softly. “You all right?”
“John,” he said, instead of answering. He held out a hand, and John took it automatically, lacing their fingers together. “How are you still here?”
The former soldier smiled again, pulling Rodney up and into his arms. “Because this is home,” he whispered, into Rodney’s shoulder.
THE END
Current Mood:
gloomy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #13 weekly quick fix ‘gaslight’ & ‘the wild, wild west’
Word Count: 207
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Setting: part of my Home on the Range ‘verse
Summary: “How are you still here?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Lamplight
Rodney was bent over his workbench, peering through his magnifying lens at a particularly tricky internal component of his latest project, when there was suddenly much more light than there had been a moment ago.
“What!?” he spluttered, then frowned. “Sheppard?”
John leaned against the table, next to the brass lantern that was usually in their cabin’s main room. It had gotten dark outside the barn while Rodney was working, and the lantern cast a golden circle of light around them both.
“Time for dinner, buddy,” said John, smiling. “You’ve been working all day.”
In the light, John’s sun-kissed skin was burnished gold, and Rodney could only stare at him, remembering the feel of that skin beneath his fingers, the taste of that smile on his lips. He didn’t realize how long he’d been silent, eyes tracing the curve of a jaw he’d long since memorized, until it curved John’s mouth into a frown.
“Rodney?” he said, softly. “You all right?”
“John,” he said, instead of answering. He held out a hand, and John took it automatically, lacing their fingers together. “How are you still here?”
The former soldier smiled again, pulling Rodney up and into his arms. “Because this is home,” he whispered, into Rodney’s shoulder.
THE END
Current Mood:
gloomy