SGA Fic - Touch
Jun. 4th, 2007 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielWritten a week or two ago. Schmoopy. But sometimes you've just got to write.
Now, seriously, back to the paper.
Touch
John wakes up to cool gray light and a heavy warmth pressed tight against his side. He lies on his stomach, face pressed sideways against the pillow, blinking slowly. Rodney’s already awake beside him, his hand tracing invisible figures along John’s back, equations that only Rodney can see smudged into his skin. John’s content to lie there, to feel Rodney feel him with slow careful touches he usually reserves for delicate equipment.
Before long John rolls over and meets Rodney’s eyes, blue-gray soft in the pale morning light. They whisper good morning, neither wanting to break the stillness, and then Rodney leans down and John lifts up, meeting him somewhere in the middle for a kiss that’s still as unexpectedly sweet as the first time John realized the depth of meaning behind every one of Rodney’s carefully placed fingers.
Now, seriously, back to the paper.
Touch
John wakes up to cool gray light and a heavy warmth pressed tight against his side. He lies on his stomach, face pressed sideways against the pillow, blinking slowly. Rodney’s already awake beside him, his hand tracing invisible figures along John’s back, equations that only Rodney can see smudged into his skin. John’s content to lie there, to feel Rodney feel him with slow careful touches he usually reserves for delicate equipment.
Before long John rolls over and meets Rodney’s eyes, blue-gray soft in the pale morning light. They whisper good morning, neither wanting to break the stillness, and then Rodney leans down and John lifts up, meeting him somewhere in the middle for a kiss that’s still as unexpectedly sweet as the first time John realized the depth of meaning behind every one of Rodney’s carefully placed fingers.
