Fic: SGA: Checkmate: The More Things Change
Title: The More Things Change
Series: Checkmate
Pairing: John/Rodney
Warnings: Animal transformation, SPOILER
Spoilers: SPOILS ENDING OF STORY
Timeline placement...sometime before "Conflicted." Chronological list here.
Summary: Some things are just hard for John to ask, no matter what.
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During
Deep into pre-bedtime laceration of spurious physics theories, Rodney was still aware of every sinuous wiggle, stretch and flirt attempted by the small black purring sprawl just on the edge of Rodney’s peripheral vision. He smiled to himself, very carefully not looking at John, and slashed through the particularly stupid subspace theory of a former classmate.
Meanwhile, John, arching and purring and making soft little sounds, took advantage of the smooth sheets and dug in with his hind feet to slide closer to Rodney’s leg, where he practically threw his back out with silent begging. A paw brushed Rodney’s knee, feather light, and John said “Brrr?” in gentle query.
Rodney reached out, still not looking at John, and buried his hand in the soft fur of John’s belly. “So,” he inquired fondly, fitting his hand around John's warm body, caressing, “is it so hard to just ask?” He let his hand wander up to stroke under John’s chin and ruffle his ears.
“Rrrowr!” John captured Rodney’s hand and bit at it playfully, clawlessly and nestled his head in Rodney’s palm. He sighed happily.
“Weirdo.”
John kicked him.
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After.
Deep into pre-bedtime laceration of spurious physics theories, Rodney was still aware of every sinuous wiggle, stretch and flirt attempted by the black-haired long-limbed sprawl just on the edge of Rodney’ peripheral vision. He smiled to himself, very carefully not looking at John, and slashed through the particularly stupid wormhole theory of a former colleague.
Meanwhile, John stretched some more, scratched his bare belly, made a contented sound and squirmed, covering his slither to Rodney’s side so John could wrap around him, his face pressed in the small of Rodney’s back. Hot breath and warm lips brushed across Rodney's skin, feather light. "Mmm?" John asked.
Rodney reached out, still not looking at John, and stroked the flank which was helpfully presented alongside Rodney’s own thigh. “So,” he asked fondly, melting slightly under snuffly kisses, “is it still so hard to ask? He let his hand wander to caress up and down John's thigh, fitting his hand around the warm curve of muscle. John rolled his head against Rodney's back, sighed and pressed nipping kisses along his spine.
“Rodney,” he whined.
“Yeeees?”
“Come to bed.” Strong arms and hands wrapped around him, urging him down and Rodney went easily. He slid down, held John's happily squirmy body still enough to kiss him and inquired, “Was that so hard?”
John, growling and laughing, bit Rodney’s neck and then, kicked him. He sighed happily.
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Series: Checkmate
Pairing: John/Rodney
Warnings: Animal transformation, SPOILER
Spoilers: SPOILS ENDING OF STORY
Timeline placement...sometime before "Conflicted." Chronological list here.
Summary: Some things are just hard for John to ask, no matter what.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
During
Deep into pre-bedtime laceration of spurious physics theories, Rodney was still aware of every sinuous wiggle, stretch and flirt attempted by the small black purring sprawl just on the edge of Rodney’s peripheral vision. He smiled to himself, very carefully not looking at John, and slashed through the particularly stupid subspace theory of a former classmate.
Meanwhile, John, arching and purring and making soft little sounds, took advantage of the smooth sheets and dug in with his hind feet to slide closer to Rodney’s leg, where he practically threw his back out with silent begging. A paw brushed Rodney’s knee, feather light, and John said “Brrr?” in gentle query.
Rodney reached out, still not looking at John, and buried his hand in the soft fur of John’s belly. “So,” he inquired fondly, fitting his hand around John's warm body, caressing, “is it so hard to just ask?” He let his hand wander up to stroke under John’s chin and ruffle his ears.
“Rrrowr!” John captured Rodney’s hand and bit at it playfully, clawlessly and nestled his head in Rodney’s palm. He sighed happily.
“Weirdo.”
John kicked him.
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After.
Deep into pre-bedtime laceration of spurious physics theories, Rodney was still aware of every sinuous wiggle, stretch and flirt attempted by the black-haired long-limbed sprawl just on the edge of Rodney’ peripheral vision. He smiled to himself, very carefully not looking at John, and slashed through the particularly stupid wormhole theory of a former colleague.
Meanwhile, John stretched some more, scratched his bare belly, made a contented sound and squirmed, covering his slither to Rodney’s side so John could wrap around him, his face pressed in the small of Rodney’s back. Hot breath and warm lips brushed across Rodney's skin, feather light. "Mmm?" John asked.
Rodney reached out, still not looking at John, and stroked the flank which was helpfully presented alongside Rodney’s own thigh. “So,” he asked fondly, melting slightly under snuffly kisses, “is it still so hard to ask? He let his hand wander to caress up and down John's thigh, fitting his hand around the warm curve of muscle. John rolled his head against Rodney's back, sighed and pressed nipping kisses along his spine.
“Rodney,” he whined.
“Yeeees?”
“Come to bed.” Strong arms and hands wrapped around him, urging him down and Rodney went easily. He slid down, held John's happily squirmy body still enough to kiss him and inquired, “Was that so hard?”
John, growling and laughing, bit Rodney’s neck and then, kicked him. He sighed happily.
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