More drabbles!

[zinnith]

Another four for the drabble meme. I'm still accepting requests here.

For the_cephalopod 

When John comes home from work, he’s tired and hot and wants nothing more than a shower. His mood doesn’t improve when he finds that Rodney has left puddles of water and sodden towels all over the bathroom floor.  

 

Rodney, the slob, is lying on the bed, dressed in t-shirt and boxers. His laptop is open beside him, but the screen is dark and long forgotten. He’s snoring and his hair has dried funny against the pillow.

 

John watches for a moment and then crawls into bed, pressing his face against Rodney’s soap-scented neck. He can deal with puddles later.

For mesmorizee 

Lorne doesn’t understand how McKay can still be awake. They’re going on day three, the crisis is almost over and the only thing that remains is to flush out the last intruders. McKay doesn’t need to be conscious for that. The least Lorne can do is make sure he gets some rest.

 

“But... wait...” McKay mumbles.

 

“Go to sleep, McKay,” Lorne says, gently pushing him down on the cot in the corner of the lab. “I’ve got your back.”

 

McKay falls asleep between one breath and the next and Lorne pulls up a chair and sits down to keep watch.

For reynard_muldrak 

“Pneumonia,” Rodney mutters as he tries to shake the water from his hair. “Pneumonia and hypothermia and... and... trench foot!”

 

“You’re not getting trench foot, Rodney,” John sighs, sliding a little further into the cave. It’s cold and dark but at least it offers some shelter from the rain.

 

“I so am!” Rodney grumbles, tugging at his boots. “Want to see? Look!”

 

“Save the biological warfare for the enemy,” John says, smirking. “And settle down.”

 

Rodney opens his mouth to protest, but then he finally sits down, lending John his body heat. Outside, it’s pouring down, but John is warm.     

For wanted_a_pony 

“I have heard the marines talk about something they call ‘porn’”, Teyla says at dinner. “I do not understand this word.”

 

Ford goes bright red and nearly chokes on his food. He frantically searches the mess hall for Major Sheppard, who could probably explain the concept in a way that won’t make the people of Earth look like complete perverts. Or maybe McKay, who would make them all look like perverts, but at least he'd do it without shame.     

 

There’s no trace of any of them. Ford sighs, turns back to Teyla’s attentive face and begins, “Okay, it’s like this...”

I hope you like!

Comments

[lenyia.livejournal.com]

They are all beautiful. But my favorite are the first and the second.

[zinfic.livejournal.com]

I have a certain love for the first one myself... Thank you!