Balcony Ficlet
Jul. 20th, 2005 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Okay, so, there is blame to be spread here.
First, there was
sdraevn with her request for porny little stories about what happened on that darn balcony. Then, there was
coreopsis with her NOT porny ficlet. Then, there was a comment in her story about how it would be almost impossible to write a porny story for the balcony ... and while I agree in principle, my tired, whiny head said "Hmmm, wonder how I could make that work?"
Finally there was
aithine as always, doing beta duty for the crazy, tired lady. Thanks hon!
So, there you go, a chain of evidence that leads to this somewhat dishevelled place. Enjoy.
Short, missing scene for Siege III. They don't belong to me, I wish they did. No droolworthy characters were seriously harmed in the making of this fic.
Rodney stared at the explosions bursting against the shield, eyes glazed, mind racing from a combination of lack of sleep, adrenaline and military grade stimulants. He wanted to look down, but he couldn’t. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on the sky, on the flashes of light blossoming above him. He wanted to thread his fingers through the hair of the man kneeling before him, but his fingers flexed at his sides. His arm twitched, reaching up instead of down, then settled.
There should be sound, Rodney thought, and then he heard it. Straining to hear the crash and sizzle, he almost missed the humming. It was a low, contented sound; it was satisfaction. After the humming, he heard the licking. It sounded like an ice cream cone on a hot, happy day. Rodney smiled a little and thought about melting.
The heat coiled within him, rising through his body. Hands that had been reaching started to tingle, and he felt the vibration of Atlantis in his feet. He tried to track the shaking, but it was everywhere at once, pulsing through him in time with the lightshow above. He thought he might have swayed, but the humming never stopped or stuttered. The humming pulsed too, setting a rhythm of pull and release, of building pressure, of aching need. And Rodney kept melting, and flaring, and waiting to burst.
Rodney blinked and felt the presence of Major So long, Rodney Sheppard at his shoulder. He knew the meeting had started; he knew he was needed. But he continued to gaze at the shield.
I almost lost him. He almost died. We almost lost Atlantis. I almost never got to tell him …
Rodney stared at the display and opened his mouth. “It’s almost pretty, isn’t it?” He heard John What other Sheppards do you know? shift beside him, and strained closer without moving.
“Almost. Not quite.”
Rodney turned with Major Sheppard to leave the balcony, and it was almost enough.
First, there was
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Finally there was
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So, there you go, a chain of evidence that leads to this somewhat dishevelled place. Enjoy.
Short, missing scene for Siege III. They don't belong to me, I wish they did. No droolworthy characters were seriously harmed in the making of this fic.
Rodney stared at the explosions bursting against the shield, eyes glazed, mind racing from a combination of lack of sleep, adrenaline and military grade stimulants. He wanted to look down, but he couldn’t. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on the sky, on the flashes of light blossoming above him. He wanted to thread his fingers through the hair of the man kneeling before him, but his fingers flexed at his sides. His arm twitched, reaching up instead of down, then settled.
There should be sound, Rodney thought, and then he heard it. Straining to hear the crash and sizzle, he almost missed the humming. It was a low, contented sound; it was satisfaction. After the humming, he heard the licking. It sounded like an ice cream cone on a hot, happy day. Rodney smiled a little and thought about melting.
The heat coiled within him, rising through his body. Hands that had been reaching started to tingle, and he felt the vibration of Atlantis in his feet. He tried to track the shaking, but it was everywhere at once, pulsing through him in time with the lightshow above. He thought he might have swayed, but the humming never stopped or stuttered. The humming pulsed too, setting a rhythm of pull and release, of building pressure, of aching need. And Rodney kept melting, and flaring, and waiting to burst.
Rodney blinked and felt the presence of Major So long, Rodney Sheppard at his shoulder. He knew the meeting had started; he knew he was needed. But he continued to gaze at the shield.
I almost lost him. He almost died. We almost lost Atlantis. I almost never got to tell him …
Rodney stared at the display and opened his mouth. “It’s almost pretty, isn’t it?” He heard John What other Sheppards do you know? shift beside him, and strained closer without moving.
“Almost. Not quite.”
Rodney turned with Major Sheppard to leave the balcony, and it was almost enough.
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Date: 2005-07-21 06:29 am (UTC)Are we saying this was my fault? +grins+ Because, really, I'm okay with that. +nods+ I'm all for being an enabler for porny fic. ^_^
Also, I know I can't wait for someone to write what
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Date: 2005-07-21 09:51 pm (UTC)Yes, yes! It was you! I knew there was more blame to go around, I knew it!
I'm okay with that. +nods+ I'm all for being an enabler for porny fic. ^_^
Well, that's good, cuz you are so taking the rap for this. Well, you and a bunch of other people who clearly do not include me. *snerk*
And I think
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Date: 2005-07-22 06:26 pm (UTC)At this rate I should steal
^_^