Fic:SGA:Checkmate 'Verse: Unthinking or The Soft Underbelly of Co-habitation, A Second Incident
Title: Unthinking or The Soft-Underbelly of Co-habitation, A Second Incident
Series:Checkmate ‘Verse
Author: Beadattitude
Pairing: John/Rodney pre-slash
Rating: For All Audiences, this chapter
Beta: Unbeta’d
Warnings: Animal transformation, angst, schmoop, romance
Author's Notes: Set a few days after "Boundary Issues, or The Soft Underbelly of Co-habitation." Probably between days 18-23 of John's month of kittydom.
Summary: Rodney forgets exactly who he's with.
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Rodney was nearly wound-down enough to sleep, reading a magazine and idly stroking John's back. John yawned and stretched one paw luxuriously over the edge of the bed, squeaking at the apex of his yawn. Undone with affection, Rodney wrapped his arm around the relaxed cat to roll him closer and palm his warm, fuzzy belly.
"'S good kitty," he mumbled fondly, ruffling John's fur.
John vaulted off the bed. He was not very careful with his claws.
"Ow! What was that all abou-?" Rodney re-ran the last few seconds. "Oh. Oh, John, I'm really sorry." He raised the lights slightly to see where the cat, his friend temporarily indisposed as a cat, had gone.
Across the room atop Rodney's desk, John was primly curling himself into his bunnybed. He very pointedly did not respond.
"I was half-asleep."
John's tail twitched above the edge of the fake-fur bed. He closed his eyes and made every indication he was staying the night.
"Seriously. I apologize. I absolutely do not think of you that way."
John burrowed more deeply into his bed.
"Come on. I apologized. You know I can't..."
The silence was very. pointed.
"Look, hey. If you come back, you can, you know. Do that thing. The one that I,uh, hate? A full minute."
John opened his eyes and stared calmly.
Rodney threw up his hands in surrender. "Fine, as long as you want. Just. I'm sorry. I totally wasn't thinking. At all. Mostly asleep. Won't happen again."
They looked at one another for a few long moments, Rodney squirming under John's heavy stare. Finally, sighing heavily, Rodney flopped back onto the bed and dimmed the lights.
"I don't know what more you want me to say," he said into the darkness. "It was completely unconscious...I guess I was thinking about Schrodinger, which is stupid, because he's in a completely different galaxy and I haven't seen him for years. And never do expect to see him again, I guess. I mean, I gave him to Jamie, my neighbor, last time I was on Earth. After the SGC said I could absolutely not bring him home."
The silence may have become slightly less icy. Rodney was never very good at reading these things.
"I mean, I do realize. Rabbits in Austraila and kudzu and all that sort of thing. Even if I promised never to take him out of the city. And, you know, he was fixed, so it's not like..." He fretted drowsily for a few minutes.
"It's totally weird because you're nothing like him. Except for the whole..." he waved one hand, "cat thing, which I know...I know. Anyway, John. M'sorry."
John didn't reply, and Rodney sighed. "'Night," he said softly, resigned.
He was almost asleep when John nudged his hip with his head.
"Hey. Um,you gonna?" he asked, gesturing to his stomach. John had every right to knead his belly - with claws out - as long as he liked.
John nudged his hip again. Rodney frowned and held out his arm, making the usual space for John at his side. John padded into place.
"We okay?" Rodney whispered. John headbutted him in the ribs, looked him in the eye, and headbutted him again. He purred loudly.
Rodney had another one of those helpless waves of affection. "Thanks," he said softly.
John settled down, snuffling and totally relaxed, into Rodney's neck.
For a moment, Rodney thought he felt a gentle, tentative lick pressed just behind his ear, but he couldn't quite hold onto the thought as he fell, forgiven, into sleep.
Series:Checkmate ‘Verse
Author: Beadattitude
Pairing: John/Rodney pre-slash
Rating: For All Audiences, this chapter
Beta: Unbeta’d
Warnings: Animal transformation, angst, schmoop, romance
Author's Notes: Set a few days after "Boundary Issues, or The Soft Underbelly of Co-habitation." Probably between days 18-23 of John's month of kittydom.
Summary: Rodney forgets exactly who he's with.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rodney was nearly wound-down enough to sleep, reading a magazine and idly stroking John's back. John yawned and stretched one paw luxuriously over the edge of the bed, squeaking at the apex of his yawn. Undone with affection, Rodney wrapped his arm around the relaxed cat to roll him closer and palm his warm, fuzzy belly.
"'S good kitty," he mumbled fondly, ruffling John's fur.
John vaulted off the bed. He was not very careful with his claws.
"Ow! What was that all abou-?" Rodney re-ran the last few seconds. "Oh. Oh, John, I'm really sorry." He raised the lights slightly to see where the cat, his friend temporarily indisposed as a cat, had gone.
Across the room atop Rodney's desk, John was primly curling himself into his bunnybed. He very pointedly did not respond.
"I was half-asleep."
John's tail twitched above the edge of the fake-fur bed. He closed his eyes and made every indication he was staying the night.
"Seriously. I apologize. I absolutely do not think of you that way."
John burrowed more deeply into his bed.
"Come on. I apologized. You know I can't..."
The silence was very. pointed.
"Look, hey. If you come back, you can, you know. Do that thing. The one that I,uh, hate? A full minute."
John opened his eyes and stared calmly.
Rodney threw up his hands in surrender. "Fine, as long as you want. Just. I'm sorry. I totally wasn't thinking. At all. Mostly asleep. Won't happen again."
They looked at one another for a few long moments, Rodney squirming under John's heavy stare. Finally, sighing heavily, Rodney flopped back onto the bed and dimmed the lights.
"I don't know what more you want me to say," he said into the darkness. "It was completely unconscious...I guess I was thinking about Schrodinger, which is stupid, because he's in a completely different galaxy and I haven't seen him for years. And never do expect to see him again, I guess. I mean, I gave him to Jamie, my neighbor, last time I was on Earth. After the SGC said I could absolutely not bring him home."
The silence may have become slightly less icy. Rodney was never very good at reading these things.
"I mean, I do realize. Rabbits in Austraila and kudzu and all that sort of thing. Even if I promised never to take him out of the city. And, you know, he was fixed, so it's not like..." He fretted drowsily for a few minutes.
"It's totally weird because you're nothing like him. Except for the whole..." he waved one hand, "cat thing, which I know...I know. Anyway, John. M'sorry."
John didn't reply, and Rodney sighed. "'Night," he said softly, resigned.
He was almost asleep when John nudged his hip with his head.
"Hey. Um,you gonna?" he asked, gesturing to his stomach. John had every right to knead his belly - with claws out - as long as he liked.
John nudged his hip again. Rodney frowned and held out his arm, making the usual space for John at his side. John padded into place.
"We okay?" Rodney whispered. John headbutted him in the ribs, looked him in the eye, and headbutted him again. He purred loudly.
Rodney had another one of those helpless waves of affection. "Thanks," he said softly.
John settled down, snuffling and totally relaxed, into Rodney's neck.
For a moment, Rodney thought he felt a gentle, tentative lick pressed just behind his ear, but he couldn't quite hold onto the thought as he fell, forgiven, into sleep.