Humph...

[moonlettuce]

::Glares at temaris::

::Starts re-reading this post::

::Very carefully doesn't outline scene with John and Rodney in the water, white shirt slick against Rodney's body as water drips off his hair; water that John tells himself he doesn't want to follow with his tongue as it slides over Rodney's cheek before dropping and disappearing into the soaked fabric::

::Glares at temaris some more::

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::smirks::

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Guess what the postman delivered today...

[temaris.livejournal.com]

::g::

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

:p ::grin::

[temaris.livejournal.com]

Those blue eyes looking down at him are shaded to almost indigo, the soft blond curls are plastered to his head, and he's blocking out the sun, he *is* the sun, hot under John's hands and he hasn't dropped a partner in years, but this -- this...

He closes his eyes and swallows. And when he opens his eyes again, Rodney's are bright with something he doesn't quite dare claim for his own.

But he wants it.