Balcony Ficlet
Jul. 20th, 2005 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
history_gurlOkay, so, there is blame to be spread here.
First, there was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 wasaithine 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
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.
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Date: 2005-07-21 09:42 am (UTC)How can you make Atlantis itself sound porny? That was fascinating, and it had at least as many levels as coreopsis' ficlet (thanks for the link!!) without mentioning it.
The way he strained closer without moving totally makes me want to watch the scene again.
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Date: 2005-07-21 10:02 pm (UTC)Well, first, you need to be operating on less than four hours sleep. Then, you need to have a twisted and dirty mind that is engaged in a scary, yet somehow joyous, relationship with lyricism. Finally, you have to be somewhat nervous about writing "regular" porn. This way, I can distract you all with the weird, freaky porn, and you'll never notice that I don't write real sex. *g*
Oh, btw, have I mentioned lately how much I love your feedback? Because I do, truly, madly, deeply. And I will freely admit to riffing off coreopsis's idea. I don't think John and Rodney ever have simple conversations or interactions.
And, you should definitely watch the scene again. You should watch it many, many times. In fact, watch it some more for me too. :)
PS - still not caught up on my sleep ... can you tell?