"Centuries" (McShep)
I barely have time for anything beside work, writing my dissertation, studying for exams, drinking coffee and saving the world. Hence the fic.
Title: Centuries
Author: Syuan
Disclaimer: If they were mine they would be so much happier...
Word Count: ~230
Summary: The duration of one minute depends on which side of the bathroom's door you are.
John wasn't exactly looking forward to it. He never considered it would happen to him. He didn't even know it could happen. Not to him.
But now, when it was actually in the very process of becoming reality, John felt like he was waiting for this moment for his whole life. Or maybe longer, he couldn't tell. It was close, it was so close he felt his heart pounding frantically, impossibly fast, blood roaring in his ears, hands trembling with emotion, with no patience.
He desperately tried to breathe but at this very moment air was not enough. Not anymore.
The revelation hit him mere seconds ago and each heartbeat felt like years that separated him from what he wanted, what he needed. Years od waiting, even if he didn't know he had been already longing for it for centuries before.
He leant forward, his breath speeding up, and he wondered briefly if the time is supposed to lengthen in the most inappropriate moment of his life. Technically, an hour was longer than a minute. Minute was longer than a second. So how come five seconds suddenly became more than forty years of his life?
He'll ask McKay. Later.
"I've been waiting for this." Rodney's whisper morphed into warm puff of air swirling against John's neck. "Such a long time..."
"Me too." John choked. He waited another century before leaning and claiming Rodney's lips as his property.
(end)
Title: Centuries
Author: Syuan
Disclaimer: If they were mine they would be so much happier...
Word Count: ~230
Summary: The duration of one minute depends on which side of the bathroom's door you are.
John wasn't exactly looking forward to it. He never considered it would happen to him. He didn't even know it could happen. Not to him.
But now, when it was actually in the very process of becoming reality, John felt like he was waiting for this moment for his whole life. Or maybe longer, he couldn't tell. It was close, it was so close he felt his heart pounding frantically, impossibly fast, blood roaring in his ears, hands trembling with emotion, with no patience.
He desperately tried to breathe but at this very moment air was not enough. Not anymore.
The revelation hit him mere seconds ago and each heartbeat felt like years that separated him from what he wanted, what he needed. Years od waiting, even if he didn't know he had been already longing for it for centuries before.
He leant forward, his breath speeding up, and he wondered briefly if the time is supposed to lengthen in the most inappropriate moment of his life. Technically, an hour was longer than a minute. Minute was longer than a second. So how come five seconds suddenly became more than forty years of his life?
He'll ask McKay. Later.
"I've been waiting for this." Rodney's whisper morphed into warm puff of air swirling against John's neck. "Such a long time..."
"Me too." John choked. He waited another century before leaning and claiming Rodney's lips as his property.
(end)