Wardrobe by dragojustine (NC-17)
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I'm here to rec John Sheppard/Ronon Dex this month, so here's one to start you off:
Show: Stargate Atlantis
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Characters: John Sheppard, Ronon Dex
Pairing: John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Author on LJ:
dragojustine
Author's Website: dragojustine's fic on LJ
Link: Wardrobe
Why this must be read:
John really likes Ronon in jeans. Ronon tries to figure out why. It's a hot and interesting look at how much clothes can mean to the people who wear them, and at how John and Ronon figure out their relationship when they're from such different cultures, without a lot of talking but with enough understanding to make it work.
Excerpt:
"I've got status reports and stuff," Sheppard said, his voice thick the way the Earthers' coffee addiction made it in the mornings. He should have read them last night, Ronon realized, but a week at the SGC was a week under more surveillance than Sheppard was comfortable with anymore and Ronon's room had no cameras.
"Get you in two hours," Ronon said, and closed his eyes, but then Sheppard made a little sound. Ronon's senses kicked up a notch smoothly: no changes in the light, no drafts, no peripheral movement. "What?"
"You kept these." There was a slight clink from a zipper.
"Don't know if like 'em yet."
"You wore them for three days."
"Don't know if you like something when you don't have a choice," Ronon answered, and the dark Sheppard-shape made a slight aimless movement that meant fair enough.
Show: Stargate Atlantis
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Characters: John Sheppard, Ronon Dex
Pairing: John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Author on LJ:
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Author's Website: dragojustine's fic on LJ
Link: Wardrobe
Why this must be read:
John really likes Ronon in jeans. Ronon tries to figure out why. It's a hot and interesting look at how much clothes can mean to the people who wear them, and at how John and Ronon figure out their relationship when they're from such different cultures, without a lot of talking but with enough understanding to make it work.
Excerpt:
"I've got status reports and stuff," Sheppard said, his voice thick the way the Earthers' coffee addiction made it in the mornings. He should have read them last night, Ronon realized, but a week at the SGC was a week under more surveillance than Sheppard was comfortable with anymore and Ronon's room had no cameras.
"Get you in two hours," Ronon said, and closed his eyes, but then Sheppard made a little sound. Ronon's senses kicked up a notch smoothly: no changes in the light, no drafts, no peripheral movement. "What?"
"You kept these." There was a slight clink from a zipper.
"Don't know if like 'em yet."
"You wore them for three days."
"Don't know if you like something when you don't have a choice," Ronon answered, and the dark Sheppard-shape made a slight aimless movement that meant fair enough.