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stargateficrecRec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay,(Carson/Ronon, Teyla/Sora, Teyla/Aiden)
Category: AU, First Time
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilysaid and halowrites
Authors' Websites: http://www.improvidence.net/ and http://www.improvidence.net/idol/
Link: biggest ever sky
Why This Must Be Read:
Beautiful language tells a story of yearning and desire, the attraction between fire and earth, sky and ground. The glitter and fantasy of the circus life collides with the hard core of reality and, by the end, they reach a necessary balance together under the big top.
Excerpt:
As the shadows grow longer and the first stars pierce the night sky, people start to drift toward the field where the circle is to take place. Rodney can see the pale glow of the fires already, just beyond the scatter of trees that give shade to the animal pens. He closes his eyes and for a moment, he could be anywhere-- a thousand miles away, in another life, with a home that doesn’t move beneath his feet and someone waiting for him.
The gentle touch of fingertips on his skin, and he opens his eyes to Teyla, barefoot, the fringing on the hem of her skirt trailing on the ground. There’s a secret smile on her lips as if she can see into his head and read every thought that tumbles about in there. “It will begin soon,” she says, tipping her head toward the light of the fires, and there seems to be more that lies beneath her words than a simple invitation.
Still, it is an invitation, and one Rodney can’t refuse, even if he’s not quite ready to acknowledge the flutter in his chest as anything more than a side effect of standing up too fast.
Teyla doesn’t speak again as they make their way to the field, the sounds of laughter and the soft crackle of the flames getting closer. Ronon steps from the shadows to walk beside them, and even in the half-light, Rodney can see his arm slip around Teyla’s waist, the sight of the two of them together making something catch in his throat.
On the other side of the fire, Zelenka is holding court, stripped to the waist, his skin gleaming golden under the stars. As Rodney watches, he tips backward in a perfect arc, landing neatly on his palms, legs tangled elegantly in the air. Rodney can’t help but smile, even as he wonders what it must be like to have so much faith that not even the risk of falling matters.
“McKay,” someone says at his side, and he turns to see Laura, her eyes glittering, her mouth stained red. The heavy silver cup is in her hands, and when she lifts it, it chimes softly against the bracelets that she wears. The sound is hypnotic, like the heady scent of the wine when she presses the cup to Rodney’s lips, urging him to drink. He does, letting the rich red liquid spill over his tongue and fill his mouth, feeling the slow burn all the way down his throat.
“Your turn now,” Laura says, wrapping his fingers around the cup, her lips curving into a smile. “You’ll find him over there.” She’s gone again before Rodney can find the words to ask who she meant, even though he already knows the answer.
Like she crawled into my head, he thinks, red spice thick across his tongue, lying hot in his belly, the flames licking patterns onto his skin. She’s right, too—Rodney can see John Sheppard from where he stands, silhouetted against the night sky. He takes a mouthful of wine, then another, and starts to walk over before he loses his nerve.
“Here,” Rodney says, as he gets closer, all hopes of smoothness vanishing as soon as John looks up at his approach. “The wine,” he adds, hoping the darkness is enough to cover the sudden flare of heat in his face, the way his hands shake as he holds the cup out to John.
“Right,” John says, the brush of his fingers as he reaches for it cool and sure, even as Rodney feels as if he’s been doused in flame. John lifts the cup to his mouth, and Rodney waits, frantically searching for things to say. It’s so easy when there are facts and figures to hide behind, rules and regulations to use as a shield, to deflect from what he really means. Out here, underneath the stars, there are suddenly no lines to read between. He feels flayed wide open, all his secrets written on his skin in white-hot flame.
Rodney sees the cup fall from John’s fingers to the ground. “It’s empty,” John says softly, and Rodney’s heart flutters in his throat, certain he’s committed some unspeakable crime. All at once he feels foolish, angry with himself for ever thinking this was a place he could belong.
“I didn’t mean—“
“The circle won’t be broken,” John says, his eyes meeting Rodney’s and holding his gaze, right before the world narrows to hands wrapped around his hips and a mouth against his own, John’s tongue as cool and sure as his fingers had been earlier. It’s like everything and nothing Rodney imagined, free-falling into blue, over and over, John’s hands the only things anchoring him to the earth, John’s mouth savouring every last drop of wine from Rodney’s lips.
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Pairing: Sheppard/McKay,(Carson/Ronon, Teyla/Sora, Teyla/Aiden)
Category: AU, First Time
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:
lilysaid and halowritesAuthors' Websites: http://www.improvidence.net/ and http://www.improvidence.net/idol/
Link: biggest ever sky
Why This Must Be Read:
Beautiful language tells a story of yearning and desire, the attraction between fire and earth, sky and ground. The glitter and fantasy of the circus life collides with the hard core of reality and, by the end, they reach a necessary balance together under the big top.
Excerpt:
As the shadows grow longer and the first stars pierce the night sky, people start to drift toward the field where the circle is to take place. Rodney can see the pale glow of the fires already, just beyond the scatter of trees that give shade to the animal pens. He closes his eyes and for a moment, he could be anywhere-- a thousand miles away, in another life, with a home that doesn’t move beneath his feet and someone waiting for him.
The gentle touch of fingertips on his skin, and he opens his eyes to Teyla, barefoot, the fringing on the hem of her skirt trailing on the ground. There’s a secret smile on her lips as if she can see into his head and read every thought that tumbles about in there. “It will begin soon,” she says, tipping her head toward the light of the fires, and there seems to be more that lies beneath her words than a simple invitation.
Still, it is an invitation, and one Rodney can’t refuse, even if he’s not quite ready to acknowledge the flutter in his chest as anything more than a side effect of standing up too fast.
Teyla doesn’t speak again as they make their way to the field, the sounds of laughter and the soft crackle of the flames getting closer. Ronon steps from the shadows to walk beside them, and even in the half-light, Rodney can see his arm slip around Teyla’s waist, the sight of the two of them together making something catch in his throat.
On the other side of the fire, Zelenka is holding court, stripped to the waist, his skin gleaming golden under the stars. As Rodney watches, he tips backward in a perfect arc, landing neatly on his palms, legs tangled elegantly in the air. Rodney can’t help but smile, even as he wonders what it must be like to have so much faith that not even the risk of falling matters.
“McKay,” someone says at his side, and he turns to see Laura, her eyes glittering, her mouth stained red. The heavy silver cup is in her hands, and when she lifts it, it chimes softly against the bracelets that she wears. The sound is hypnotic, like the heady scent of the wine when she presses the cup to Rodney’s lips, urging him to drink. He does, letting the rich red liquid spill over his tongue and fill his mouth, feeling the slow burn all the way down his throat.
“Your turn now,” Laura says, wrapping his fingers around the cup, her lips curving into a smile. “You’ll find him over there.” She’s gone again before Rodney can find the words to ask who she meant, even though he already knows the answer.
Like she crawled into my head, he thinks, red spice thick across his tongue, lying hot in his belly, the flames licking patterns onto his skin. She’s right, too—Rodney can see John Sheppard from where he stands, silhouetted against the night sky. He takes a mouthful of wine, then another, and starts to walk over before he loses his nerve.
“Here,” Rodney says, as he gets closer, all hopes of smoothness vanishing as soon as John looks up at his approach. “The wine,” he adds, hoping the darkness is enough to cover the sudden flare of heat in his face, the way his hands shake as he holds the cup out to John.
“Right,” John says, the brush of his fingers as he reaches for it cool and sure, even as Rodney feels as if he’s been doused in flame. John lifts the cup to his mouth, and Rodney waits, frantically searching for things to say. It’s so easy when there are facts and figures to hide behind, rules and regulations to use as a shield, to deflect from what he really means. Out here, underneath the stars, there are suddenly no lines to read between. He feels flayed wide open, all his secrets written on his skin in white-hot flame.
Rodney sees the cup fall from John’s fingers to the ground. “It’s empty,” John says softly, and Rodney’s heart flutters in his throat, certain he’s committed some unspeakable crime. All at once he feels foolish, angry with himself for ever thinking this was a place he could belong.
“I didn’t mean—“
“The circle won’t be broken,” John says, his eyes meeting Rodney’s and holding his gaze, right before the world narrows to hands wrapped around his hips and a mouth against his own, John’s tongue as cool and sure as his fingers had been earlier. It’s like everything and nothing Rodney imagined, free-falling into blue, over and over, John’s hands the only things anchoring him to the earth, John’s mouth savouring every last drop of wine from Rodney’s lips.
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