Fakeout Makeout Commentfic Fest!

[siegeofangels]

So, hey, it's not a three-day weekend but it should be, and people are sick and the weather is crappy and it is a perfect time for commentfic.

Fakeout makeout commentfic, that is--for all of those times that two characters have to kiss as a distraction, or a kind of disguise. "No, no, we're not in your Sacred Cove to consider stealing the

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Stalked

[bratfarrar]

He really doesn't want to do this, and he really should have known better than let himself get into this position in the first place, but the girl (old enough to be a woman, sure doesn't act like it) just won't take no for an answer. And it's been a long year, full of shrinking gene pools and for some reason the women keep targeting him.

Which isn't fair, because no matter what Rodney claims, John is not the galaxy's Kirk, and he has no desire to become it. He's watched enough Star Trek to know that.

The girl's bearing down on him now like a bloodhound, even as he gives her his best 'Hi, yeah, no' smile. That has as much effect as all the other subtle and not-so subtle hints he's dropped that he's not interested, thanks. Unfortunately, she's well-connected, and the expedition needs those connections at the moment, so it's not like he can say back off without pissing off someone important

Re: Stalked

[siegeofangels]

Awwww! Yay John who just kind of wishes women would stop hitting on him! Very cute, and thank you for playing!

Re: Stalked

[bratfarrar]

Thanks for giving me an excuse!

[kensieg]

oh yay! It's not just my J/R! It's yours too! Love your stories!

[bratfarrar]

(assuming you meant this in response to my comment: if not, please ignore)

Thanks! I think this is the first time I've written them actually kissing.

[chaya]

John and Rodney have a long-standing and unspoken agreement that for political reasons, it is far better to keep John single... at the expense of dignity if need be.

That sometimes means, as John wryly puts it just to annoy the everliving hell out of Rodney, "kissy kissy".

The arrangement made sense - to use Teyla as a beard wouldn't be solid enough. The alien chick in question might simply decide to take Teyla out of the equation and take her place. And Ronon, well. For one thing, John wouldn't even be able to reach.

They've got it down to a science now, John and Rodney. Halfway into the harvest festival/moon ceremony/trade agreement/luncheon, when it is looking like the maiden/noblewoman/huntress is having a very hard taking 'no' for an answer, Rodney will disengage himself from whatever he was doing and make himself available. Usually in some wide open place where everyone could see, just in case there were any more irksome available women that wanted to fling themselves at the guy with the stupid hair

[pentapus]

Hahaha. I bet Ronon loves that reference.

(2)

[chaya]

This was relevant context for the situation on MX7-897, but it was just about the furthest thing from Rodney's mind at the time.

"Hey, what-" was all he managed to say before an arm swooped around him, whipcord strong and just as quick, and his back hit the brick of the city wall. He had just enough time to realize that it was a familiar arm, and the looming form above him was actually Ronon. But where was the gunfire? Where were the angry mobs? Ronon grabbed him and shoved him around all the time offworld, but the cause of this was always some sort of imminent death, or at least imminent mortal injury.

Rodney was just about to ask about the location and variety of death/injury, but was interrupted by Ronon pinning him back and kissing him fiercely.

This was not usually part of the process. In fact, Rodney couldn't remember ever being kissed by Ronon. There had been some manly glad-you-aren't-dead hugs in the past, but there hadn't been any recent peril in the past, and what kind of peril would mean tongue?When Rodney didn't open

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[siegeofangels]

This is awesome. Why would you fake it, indeed, Ronon?

[siegeofangels]

The sacred cove is full of flowers: a shower of pink petals flutters down every time the breeze blows, landing in Rodney's hair and shoulders and occasionally on his nose, and Rodney shakes his head absentmindedly every so often as he taps his tablet, frowning at the readings it's showing him

[pentapus]

Oh, John. "I never see it coming! Even when I started it!" The image of the flowers works very well.

[bratfarrar]

Oh, it's so sort of floaty and pretty. And silly.

It's possible they're worshipping a solar-powered street lamp," Rodney murmured

^_^

(This comment fest was such a great idea.)

[anatsuno]

Nawww, so cute!!

[siegeofangels]

*flails* Visuals are so allowed. I love his little anxious eye! And the soldiers creeping past . . . oooh.

[pentapus]

Eeeh. I love the inkiness and how sketchy the soldier guys are--but still effective.

[panisdead]

His little raised shoulder! I love it.