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Intercostal Clavicle by Auburn (Mature)
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/Vala Mal Doran
Length: 6931
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
auburnnothenna
Author Website: Allusions
Another non McShep, but a) a fantastic author, and b) John and Vala make just about the hottest-looking couple ever.
Also, can you imagine the antics those two would get up to? One word: circus. And then there's a mix up with the ambassador escorted back by SG-69, John is caught in some...revealing clothing, and McKay is in snarky, fine form.
Hot breath in his ear woke John Sheppard. This would have been sexier if he hadn't been dying of a hangover. As it was, his stomach rolled, he clutched at the sheet thankfully covering his naked – naked! – body and all he could think was Oh, God, what exactly had been in the liontamer's flask?
He couldn't swear what planet he was on, wouldn't swear what his last name was (changing it and running away to join an accounting firm – not the circus, never the circus, please – seemed like a possible plan), but he cursed the day, the IOA, Landry, and his own parents for ever giving birth.
He could have been happily running for his life from the Wraith, being interrogated by the Asurans, or comparing nuclear penis size with the Genii and not, please why do these things happen to him, in bed with someone in a fur coat with truly hideous breath.
Even though his eyes were still shut, John squeezed them shut tighter, willing it to be some kind of a horrible, terrible, Freudian nightmare. He'd go see Heightmeyer immediately, she'd give him drugs, painkillers sounded good right now, just let it not be real.
Something coughed, nudged John's jaw, and then licked a long stripe over his face, tongue nearly rasping off his skin, breath nearly knocking him out again. So much for wish fulfillment.
Throwing up or screaming or crying all seemed likely in the next second. (He wasn't McKay, so passing out manfully was out of the question, something he actually regretted for the first time.) There was some possibility of mixing and matching with the other three, however.
"Unh," he groaned instead and flailed his way free of the sheets, Vala's arm (Vala?), the leopard (Oh God), and finally the bed, ending up standing beside it, looking around wildly.
Intercostal Clavicle
Pairing: John Sheppard/Vala Mal Doran
Length: 6931
Author on LJ:
auburnnothenna Author Website: Allusions
Another non McShep, but a) a fantastic author, and b) John and Vala make just about the hottest-looking couple ever.
Also, can you imagine the antics those two would get up to? One word: circus. And then there's a mix up with the ambassador escorted back by SG-69, John is caught in some...revealing clothing, and McKay is in snarky, fine form.
Hot breath in his ear woke John Sheppard. This would have been sexier if he hadn't been dying of a hangover. As it was, his stomach rolled, he clutched at the sheet thankfully covering his naked – naked! – body and all he could think was Oh, God, what exactly had been in the liontamer's flask?
He couldn't swear what planet he was on, wouldn't swear what his last name was (changing it and running away to join an accounting firm – not the circus, never the circus, please – seemed like a possible plan), but he cursed the day, the IOA, Landry, and his own parents for ever giving birth.
He could have been happily running for his life from the Wraith, being interrogated by the Asurans, or comparing nuclear penis size with the Genii and not, please why do these things happen to him, in bed with someone in a fur coat with truly hideous breath.
Even though his eyes were still shut, John squeezed them shut tighter, willing it to be some kind of a horrible, terrible, Freudian nightmare. He'd go see Heightmeyer immediately, she'd give him drugs, painkillers sounded good right now, just let it not be real.
Something coughed, nudged John's jaw, and then licked a long stripe over his face, tongue nearly rasping off his skin, breath nearly knocking him out again. So much for wish fulfillment.
Throwing up or screaming or crying all seemed likely in the next second. (He wasn't McKay, so passing out manfully was out of the question, something he actually regretted for the first time.) There was some possibility of mixing and matching with the other three, however.
"Unh," he groaned instead and flailed his way free of the sheets, Vala's arm (Vala?), the leopard (Oh God), and finally the bed, ending up standing beside it, looking around wildly.
Intercostal Clavicle