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Water Your Dreams by amireal and LadyCat (NC-17)
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: John/Rodney
Length: ~13,000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amireal and ladycat777
Author Website:amireal's Stargate: Atlantis Fanfic and ladycat777's Subtle Salvation
In the second of the boat!AUs, John is promoted to Major and to celebrate he rents a boat and happens upon a bakery and a smart-mouthed man. I really enjoy the author's more relaxed John. It's a rare thing to see, but I think it is possible, and if there's anyone John can relax with, it's Rodney.
This fic is incredibly sexy, and a nice character piece that addresses some of Sheppard's background. A good read!
The bakery practically draws him in, freshly-cooling chocolate-something wafting out of its windows and into the careful spring breeze, curling around John's easy stride and directing him into the cool and shaded interior.
Cakes, cookies, breads, pastries are laid out artistically under lighted glass, a crowd staring at them with the same amount of avarice as John. Over the years, he's lost the names of some of the confections displayed, between his last catered party and now. That doesn't stop his mouth from remembering how they taste.
He's about to ask for four chocolate and cream things to be boxed up, thinking a good meal needs a real ending, when the guy next to him breathes out slowly and happily. Something in that breath catches John's attention and he turns to see broad shoulders and a cup of coffee.
"There's nothing like a bakery," the man says, too happy to modulate his tone or even care if he's garnering an audience. His eyes, half hidden by outrageously long lashes, never leave the counter full of baked wonders. "I mean, of course, it might not compare to the perfection of a flawless proof that proves just how moronic Ashfield really is, or that new-lab smell, with minions just waiting to be cowed, but really, fresh coffee and heaps and heaps of sweet, bready heaven just waiting to be eaten. It can make even the worst days so much better."
"I take it this was a bad day?"
John's not sure why he said anything. Watching the man squawk and whirl around-somehow shifting his wrist in time to save his coffee from spilling; it's a damned deft maneuver-broad shoulders heaving in fright is pretty damned worth it, though. He's always had a type, and a smart mouth is at the top of the list. "Excuse me, didn't your parents ever teach you not to talk to strangers? I'm a stranger. Go back to your beach-bong."
The comment is funny enough to make John snort because the guy with the great lashes obviously isn't paying very much attention or doesn't really care or possibly doesn't really know, either way. The polo shirt and the kakis that cost just enough to embarrass John aren't really beach bong material.
"Just making conversation while I wait for my-" John pauses, licking his lips, looking for the right words, "dessert," he finishes almost lamely.
The guy's high cheek bones go pink and he takes a nervous sip of coffee, bending his head back and tilting the cup, revealing a long clean line of neck that John finds satisfying to look at. Dangerous, but satisfying.
"Yes, well. Just remember that I was here first. It's sad enough that I actually have to wait while these-children," the word comes out as a polite version of a sneer, the man gesturing to a group of excited kids smearing their fingerprints all over the glass as they choose their favorite, "occupy an astronomically huge amount of time in my life. I'm certainly not allowing you to play high school cuts-ies."
Water Your Dreams
Pairing: John/Rodney
Length: ~13,000
Author on LJ:
amireal and ladycat777 Author Website:
amireal's Stargate: Atlantis Fanfic and ladycat777's Subtle SalvationIn the second of the boat!AUs, John is promoted to Major and to celebrate he rents a boat and happens upon a bakery and a smart-mouthed man. I really enjoy the author's more relaxed John. It's a rare thing to see, but I think it is possible, and if there's anyone John can relax with, it's Rodney.
This fic is incredibly sexy, and a nice character piece that addresses some of Sheppard's background. A good read!
The bakery practically draws him in, freshly-cooling chocolate-something wafting out of its windows and into the careful spring breeze, curling around John's easy stride and directing him into the cool and shaded interior.
Cakes, cookies, breads, pastries are laid out artistically under lighted glass, a crowd staring at them with the same amount of avarice as John. Over the years, he's lost the names of some of the confections displayed, between his last catered party and now. That doesn't stop his mouth from remembering how they taste.
He's about to ask for four chocolate and cream things to be boxed up, thinking a good meal needs a real ending, when the guy next to him breathes out slowly and happily. Something in that breath catches John's attention and he turns to see broad shoulders and a cup of coffee.
"There's nothing like a bakery," the man says, too happy to modulate his tone or even care if he's garnering an audience. His eyes, half hidden by outrageously long lashes, never leave the counter full of baked wonders. "I mean, of course, it might not compare to the perfection of a flawless proof that proves just how moronic Ashfield really is, or that new-lab smell, with minions just waiting to be cowed, but really, fresh coffee and heaps and heaps of sweet, bready heaven just waiting to be eaten. It can make even the worst days so much better."
"I take it this was a bad day?"
John's not sure why he said anything. Watching the man squawk and whirl around-somehow shifting his wrist in time to save his coffee from spilling; it's a damned deft maneuver-broad shoulders heaving in fright is pretty damned worth it, though. He's always had a type, and a smart mouth is at the top of the list. "Excuse me, didn't your parents ever teach you not to talk to strangers? I'm a stranger. Go back to your beach-bong."
The comment is funny enough to make John snort because the guy with the great lashes obviously isn't paying very much attention or doesn't really care or possibly doesn't really know, either way. The polo shirt and the kakis that cost just enough to embarrass John aren't really beach bong material.
"Just making conversation while I wait for my-" John pauses, licking his lips, looking for the right words, "dessert," he finishes almost lamely.
The guy's high cheek bones go pink and he takes a nervous sip of coffee, bending his head back and tilting the cup, revealing a long clean line of neck that John finds satisfying to look at. Dangerous, but satisfying.
"Yes, well. Just remember that I was here first. It's sad enough that I actually have to wait while these-children," the word comes out as a polite version of a sneer, the man gesturing to a group of excited kids smearing their fingerprints all over the glass as they choose their favorite, "occupy an astronomically huge amount of time in my life. I'm certainly not allowing you to play high school cuts-ies."
Water Your Dreams