Abrazo by rageprufrock (PG)
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Show: SGA
Rec Category: John Sheppard
Characters:: John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Rodney McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings:
Author on LJ:
rageprufrock
Author's Website: Glitterati
Link: Abrazo
Why This Must Be Read:
How can I resist a story about dancing? *points to screen name* Even better, it's about what dancing the tango has meant to John in the past and how he shares it with Teyla in the present. This story isn't about sex; it's about the movement and the music.
Excerpt:
During the hot, lazy summer John was seventeen his father was stationed at Lackland. It was the closest he'd been to Houston and what passed off as a hometown since he'd been two years old. It'd been dusty and brown and John had spent a lot of time bored out of his skull, not bothering to unpack or make his bed because they were moving in two months, anyway. John spent daylight hours sleeping long and late, crawling out of bed to go swimming or run around, take the metal detector his dad gave him for his tenth birthday and scour the sides of local highways--out to watch the planes.
Four weeks into it John had caught a lift out to San Antonio with a few airmen on weekend leave and heard tango music for the first time, naked and intoxicatingly red, thumping in his veins.
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Rec Category: John Sheppard
Characters:: John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Rodney McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings:
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author's Website: Glitterati
Link: Abrazo
Why This Must Be Read:
How can I resist a story about dancing? *points to screen name* Even better, it's about what dancing the tango has meant to John in the past and how he shares it with Teyla in the present. This story isn't about sex; it's about the movement and the music.
Excerpt:
During the hot, lazy summer John was seventeen his father was stationed at Lackland. It was the closest he'd been to Houston and what passed off as a hometown since he'd been two years old. It'd been dusty and brown and John had spent a lot of time bored out of his skull, not bothering to unpack or make his bed because they were moving in two months, anyway. John spent daylight hours sleeping long and late, crawling out of bed to go swimming or run around, take the metal detector his dad gave him for his tenth birthday and scour the sides of local highways--out to watch the planes.
Four weeks into it John had caught a lift out to San Antonio with a few airmen on weekend leave and heard tango music for the first time, naked and intoxicatingly red, thumping in his veins.
...
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Date: 2010-06-05 08:18 pm (UTC)Edited for coding.
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Date: 2010-06-05 08:27 pm (UTC)