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Nighttime Kisses (pg)
John is beginning to think he'd rather be bitten again by an Iratus bug than step on any more lego.
He doesn't know how or why their daughters' sharpest pieces of building blocks always migrate out into the hall of their apartment. Between the bathroom door and John and Rodney's bedroom to be precise; and it's a mystery to him that a man who can run (terrorize) the entire science department and maintain an alien city in a foreign galaxy in a state of war, cannot get two girls to pick up their toys on a nightly basis....
He leaves the toilet seat up in retribution, and somehow avoids the lego on his return to the bedroom.
Rodney has shuffled over into John's warm spot, so it takes a bit of cuddling (shoving) before John is settled back in bed. And his foot still hurts, so he rubs his cool feet against Rodney's calves for comfort, until Rodney grunts and shuffles himself around closer to John, mutters a sleepy complaint against John's collarbone.
John tucks his face down, kisses Rodney's forehead, Rodney's nose, and still mostly asleep, Rodney lifts his face for a kiss. Slumber soft lips, warm and damp against John's, and they settle back into sleep.
John is beginning to think he'd rather be bitten again by an Iratus bug than step on any more lego.
He doesn't know how or why their daughters' sharpest pieces of building blocks always migrate out into the hall of their apartment. Between the bathroom door and John and Rodney's bedroom to be precise; and it's a mystery to him that a man who can run (terrorize) the entire science department and maintain an alien city in a foreign galaxy in a state of war, cannot get two girls to pick up their toys on a nightly basis....
He leaves the toilet seat up in retribution, and somehow avoids the lego on his return to the bedroom.
Rodney has shuffled over into John's warm spot, so it takes a bit of cuddling (shoving) before John is settled back in bed. And his foot still hurts, so he rubs his cool feet against Rodney's calves for comfort, until Rodney grunts and shuffles himself around closer to John, mutters a sleepy complaint against John's collarbone.
John tucks his face down, kisses Rodney's forehead, Rodney's nose, and still mostly asleep, Rodney lifts his face for a kiss. Slumber soft lips, warm and damp against John's, and they settle back into sleep.