untitled drabble #67

Title: untitled drabble #67
Rating: R
Pairing: Ancient!John/Rodney
Warnings: post-"Iudex"; ie "The Return, Part 1"
Summary: "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."
Notes: Because 1) I wrote this in SEPS and it was easier to type this up than continue with the pain and suffering pt2 of "Exsul" is causing me and 2) I like to cause you guys pain and suffering in return.


An Ancient!John Drabble

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."

Dr. Seuss

He's half asleep when John climbs into bed, scooting up close behind him before throwing an arm across his stomach and pulling him closer.

Rodney makes an incoherent noise.

"Sorry," John mutters into his shoulder, tangling their legs together. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Please tell me you didn't just come back from running with Ronon again."

"It's more fun now that I can actually beat him."

"Aren't you supposed to be using your powers for good and not evil?

"I 'am'," his 'amator' protests, poking his boney chin into the space his lips had just occupied. "I'm keeping his head from getting too big."

Rodney gives a sleepy snort. "Yes, because that's 'such' a problem with Ronon."

"Have you seen his hair?"

He laughs. Then, with much wriggling, manages to turn around in John's arms. "What time is it?" There's the first hint of sunlight starting to creep through the curtains and 'Lantis' song is slowly changing from a sleepy, nighttime lullaby to a lazy, early morning tune. They'll have to get up soon.

"You've got time to sleep," John murmurs, sounding as if he might just fall asleep himself, however impossible that might be.

Rodney wraps an arm around John's waist and slips a hand just under the waistband. "Then we've got time for this too."

And John, being John, needs no further encouragement. He closes the already small space between them in an instant, kissing him with languid intensity as the hand around his waist slides its way under his shirt.

Not one to be passive, Rodney joins in the assault. It's a slow attack. Clothing is pushed aside in the laziest of manners, as if it wasn't a hindrance to their ultimate goal, John takes his time, exploring every plane and angle with his hands, as is his wont every time they take their time like this, and Rodney does the same with his mouth, indulging in the oral fixation John mocks him for at all other times but these.

Then, just when things finally start to speed up, when john's hands stop moving teasingly up and down the inside of his thigh and start moving with real purpose instead, there's a pounding on the door.

He ignores it for as long as he can, concentrating instead on the feeling as John takes them both in hand. But the knocking continues and the feeling starts to fade away as the niggling question of why someone on Atlantis would be knocking instead of using the door chime creeps into his mind.

And then Rodney wakes up, alone on the cot he's pushed into one corner of his office at Area 51, three million light years from the only man he could ever imagine spending the rest of his life with, or even wanting to.