FIC: Fantasies
Title: Fantasies
Characters/Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Spoilers: none
Word count: 381
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing with them for a little while.
Fantasies
Rodney’s fantasised about kissing Sheppard in a lot of places.
He’s imagined them sprawled across a bench in his lab, papers flying everywhere (although of course he’s removed his laptop safely from harm’s way first).
He’s thought about them making out in a puddlejumper, Rodney doing his best to distract as Sheppard tries to fly in a straight line.
And he’s even, in rare exhibitionist moments, pictured them in the middle of the gateroom, in front of the Stargate and in front of everyone else. And if that scenario has more than slight overtones of the Hollywood ‘dip and kiss’, well, it is a fantasy, after all.
But the one thing he’s never fantasised about, never even contemplated, is kissing Sheppard in Rodney’s own quarters. And more specifically, curled up on Rodney’s own bed, arms and legs entangled, lazily exchanging the kind of kisses that take Rodney’s breath away.
With hindsight, he can recognise why he’s never fantasised this. Such a thing is too real, too close to what he really wants. The lab, the puddlejumper, the gateroom - those will never happen. Those fantasies are safe.
But this - this is close enough to the possibility of reality to be dangerous. This is the kind of fantasy that could derail his thoughts, make it impossible to concentrate when Sheppard is anywhere near him. The kind of fantasy that could result in Atlantis blowing up due to his carelessness.
Which, again in hindsight, is unfortunate. Because if the fantasy would result in the destruction of Atlantis, then the reality means that the entire Pegasus galaxy is probably doomed.
Reality (and Rodney’s rather closer to it than mere possibility now) raises its head and looks at him then, an amused and slightly annoyed expression on its face.
“Not boring you am I, Rodney?” Sheppard asks. “I’d hate to think I was distracting you from more important things.”
In his mind’s eye Rodney can see the impending implosion of the galaxy, all the stars and planets and moons being sucked into nothing. But strangely, right now he doesn’t really care about that. He winds his arms around Sheppard again, and pulls him back down.
But just before the kissing resumes, he can’t help but pose a question.
“What’s your view on making out in puddlejumpers?”
Characters/Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Spoilers: none
Word count: 381
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing with them for a little while.
Fantasies
Rodney’s fantasised about kissing Sheppard in a lot of places.
He’s imagined them sprawled across a bench in his lab, papers flying everywhere (although of course he’s removed his laptop safely from harm’s way first).
He’s thought about them making out in a puddlejumper, Rodney doing his best to distract as Sheppard tries to fly in a straight line.
And he’s even, in rare exhibitionist moments, pictured them in the middle of the gateroom, in front of the Stargate and in front of everyone else. And if that scenario has more than slight overtones of the Hollywood ‘dip and kiss’, well, it is a fantasy, after all.
But the one thing he’s never fantasised about, never even contemplated, is kissing Sheppard in Rodney’s own quarters. And more specifically, curled up on Rodney’s own bed, arms and legs entangled, lazily exchanging the kind of kisses that take Rodney’s breath away.
With hindsight, he can recognise why he’s never fantasised this. Such a thing is too real, too close to what he really wants. The lab, the puddlejumper, the gateroom - those will never happen. Those fantasies are safe.
But this - this is close enough to the possibility of reality to be dangerous. This is the kind of fantasy that could derail his thoughts, make it impossible to concentrate when Sheppard is anywhere near him. The kind of fantasy that could result in Atlantis blowing up due to his carelessness.
Which, again in hindsight, is unfortunate. Because if the fantasy would result in the destruction of Atlantis, then the reality means that the entire Pegasus galaxy is probably doomed.
Reality (and Rodney’s rather closer to it than mere possibility now) raises its head and looks at him then, an amused and slightly annoyed expression on its face.
“Not boring you am I, Rodney?” Sheppard asks. “I’d hate to think I was distracting you from more important things.”
In his mind’s eye Rodney can see the impending implosion of the galaxy, all the stars and planets and moons being sucked into nothing. But strangely, right now he doesn’t really care about that. He winds his arms around Sheppard again, and pulls him back down.
But just before the kissing resumes, he can’t help but pose a question.
“What’s your view on making out in puddlejumpers?”