Ficlet : Win or Lose
Title: Win or Lose
Rating:G
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 224
John laid the cards down on the table. “My hand beats yours, McKay. Pony up and pay the bet.”
“Oh, well, I guess I could. I just have to kiss the guard right?” Rodney looked over at the pretty, blond Amazon standing just inside the room. She had one hand on her sword and the other on the ZPM she was guarding. “So, I just, what? Tell her to pucker up? You think she’s going to go for that?”
“Not so fast, Rodney. Woolsey’s negotiations went through. Eilania over there is just leaving. I’m guarding the ZPM in my room tonight.” John smirked. “You have to kiss me.”
“I. Oh, god. Okay, yes. It’s a bet right? Right. Of course. Of course, I can do this. Are you sure you want to do ….”
Before Rodney could blurt out another word, John pulled him close, bent him over the table, and covered his mouth with his own.
After a minute, two, okay maybe two and a half, three at the most -- John ended the kiss, and looked down at a thoroughly mussed and bemused McKay.
Rodney managed a crooked grin and said, “I think we need to bet on the viability of faster than light space travel.”
“Sorry, buddy, that’s already been proven.”
Rodney dragged John down for another kiss. “Whoops. I lose.”
Rating:G
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 224
John laid the cards down on the table. “My hand beats yours, McKay. Pony up and pay the bet.”
“Oh, well, I guess I could. I just have to kiss the guard right?” Rodney looked over at the pretty, blond Amazon standing just inside the room. She had one hand on her sword and the other on the ZPM she was guarding. “So, I just, what? Tell her to pucker up? You think she’s going to go for that?”
“Not so fast, Rodney. Woolsey’s negotiations went through. Eilania over there is just leaving. I’m guarding the ZPM in my room tonight.” John smirked. “You have to kiss me.”
“I. Oh, god. Okay, yes. It’s a bet right? Right. Of course. Of course, I can do this. Are you sure you want to do ….”
Before Rodney could blurt out another word, John pulled him close, bent him over the table, and covered his mouth with his own.
After a minute, two, okay maybe two and a half, three at the most -- John ended the kiss, and looked down at a thoroughly mussed and bemused McKay.
Rodney managed a crooked grin and said, “I think we need to bet on the viability of faster than light space travel.”
“Sorry, buddy, that’s already been proven.”
Rodney dragged John down for another kiss. “Whoops. I lose.”