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crack_van2012-02-29 10:05 pm
mf_luder_xf) wrote in crack_van2012-02-29 10:05 pm
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Elements of Language by Mahoni (NC-17)
It's MF Luder, again, here with a very late SGA ride in the final hours of the leap month. Sorry, the month just got away from me!
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Length: ~2600
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mahoni
Author Website: AO3
My OTP is John/Rodney, but give me a really good story or a great author and I'm willing to branch out. I love the things that aren't said in this fic; the author has a lovely way of making them know, despite being unspoken. Seeing John struggle both with military code and his own inability to articulate his emotions is fitting and well done. And the kissing and the sex are incredibly hot.
The first time, they did it in John’s quarters on his too-small bed, and Ronon had asked permission. He picked out the question over the course of a wandering conversation, feeling his way through his shaky – through no fault of his own, it was a damned complicated issue – understanding of the Earth (American, military) customs and John’s practical application thereof. It had been really, really awkward. It probably wouldn’t have happened if they hadn’t both been a bit drunk, which allowed Ronon to go there in the first place, and John to treat it like something of a joke, something offhanded and purely accidental. He would have treated it that way anyway, but being drunk (a little, just enough) let him treat it that way and let it happen, too.
The next time they did it, here in the stairwell, Ronon had tried to ask again, and John had said “Goddammit,” and flushed and started to walk away. Ronon had...John wasn’t sure, actually. Seen the look in his eyes, heard the flinch in his voice, recognized the desire even in the hesitant retreat. Something. And had cut off his own question by catching John’s arm and yanking him back, into a kiss so fierce John had tasted blood.
Elements of Language
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Length: ~2600
Author on LJ:
mahoni Author Website: AO3
My OTP is John/Rodney, but give me a really good story or a great author and I'm willing to branch out. I love the things that aren't said in this fic; the author has a lovely way of making them know, despite being unspoken. Seeing John struggle both with military code and his own inability to articulate his emotions is fitting and well done. And the kissing and the sex are incredibly hot.
The first time, they did it in John’s quarters on his too-small bed, and Ronon had asked permission. He picked out the question over the course of a wandering conversation, feeling his way through his shaky – through no fault of his own, it was a damned complicated issue – understanding of the Earth (American, military) customs and John’s practical application thereof. It had been really, really awkward. It probably wouldn’t have happened if they hadn’t both been a bit drunk, which allowed Ronon to go there in the first place, and John to treat it like something of a joke, something offhanded and purely accidental. He would have treated it that way anyway, but being drunk (a little, just enough) let him treat it that way and let it happen, too.
The next time they did it, here in the stairwell, Ronon had tried to ask again, and John had said “Goddammit,” and flushed and started to walk away. Ronon had...John wasn’t sure, actually. Seen the look in his eyes, heard the flinch in his voice, recognized the desire even in the hesitant retreat. Something. And had cut off his own question by catching John’s arm and yanking him back, into a kiss so fierce John had tasted blood.
Elements of Language