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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard
Categories: Slash Alternate Universe Character Study, First Time, PWP - Plot, What Plot?, RomanceSlash, Explicit, Adult Themes Harlequin
Warnings: Slash, Explicit, Adult Themes
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wickedwords
Author's Website: Wicked Words treading water and running behind. also
Rachael Sabotini’s House o’ Fanfic and Rachael Sabotini on Wraithbait
Link: The Perfect Cappuccino on Rachaels site or The Perfect Cappuccino on Wraithbait
Why This Must Be Read: The Summary says: It is the duty of every coffee drinker to fall in love with their barista at least once.
Well I am sure that if every barista was as hot and downright gorgeous as John Sheppard and the coffee as divine as any that would pass Rodney’s very high standards for good coffee then I can see why. (I wish my baristas looked like John)
It is the duty of every coffee drinker to fall in love with their barista at least once. Rodney had fallen in love with his on at least six or eight occasions, though nothing ever came of it. Usually he just spent time staring at them and finding out later that they called him creepy.
The current object of his affections was a man with black hair and green eyes that went really well with the green apron and black shirt he always wore -- and it didn't hurt that he knew how to make the best cappuccino in town.
The funny thing was, Rodney hadn't noticed him at first. He had to have been coming here for weeks before he noticed the guy making his coffee. Almost every morning - morning being a relative term in the software industry -- he swung through the Pegasus Coffee Company on his way to work, waiting in line to grumble out his order and try to smile at the cashier, all the while his mind roaring "give me coffee, damn it!"
He wasn't his best in the morning, even when 'morning' meant 11:00 am. It was also why he tended to over-tip.
Anyway, one day about three weeks before the dog and pony show, Rodney had been getting nervous. No matter how many times Peter and Radek reassured him that the code and the hardware would be ready, Rodney couldn't trust it unless he saw to it himself. So it was no surprise that he didn't think much about the guy actually brewing the espresso and pouring it into the take-away cups; Rodney's mind was too full of thoughts about the job and the need for caffeine.
That particular morning's code review hadn't gone well, and Radek ended up kicking him out of his own office. "Go for a walk, Rodney. You are making us all insane."
The barista -- John by his nametag -- set his second cappuccino down in front of him: a large white clay coffee cup filled to the brim with dry white foam, with a heart-shaped dot in the center, from the espresso added at the end. It reminded Rodney of skiing and new-fallen snow, erasing his most recent thoughts about government auditors. Steam and the rich scent of dark French roast rose up from the top of it, so Rodney wrapped his hands around it, enjoying the warmth.
Some 1940s-era jazz swung up on the music system, and Rodney closed his eyes for a moment, settling back into the deeply comfy couch. Radek was right. He really had needed to get out.
"Does that work for you?" There was indulgent laughter in John's voice, and Rodney found it very encouraging.
"Hhm?" He opened his eyes, and reverently sipped the sweet foam and dark espresso perfection in a cup. Heaven.
John nodded at the cup. "Some people don't like the espresso added at the end. They prefer a solid foam cap."
"No, this is great." Rodney said, sitting up carefully. "Thanks."
John ducked his head and gave a small smile. "We aim to please."
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard
Categories: Slash Alternate Universe Character Study, First Time, PWP - Plot, What Plot?, RomanceSlash, Explicit, Adult Themes Harlequin
Warnings: Slash, Explicit, Adult Themes
Author on LJ:
wickedwordsAuthor's Website: Wicked Words treading water and running behind. also
Rachael Sabotini’s House o’ Fanfic and Rachael Sabotini on Wraithbait
Link: The Perfect Cappuccino on Rachaels site or The Perfect Cappuccino on Wraithbait
Why This Must Be Read: The Summary says: It is the duty of every coffee drinker to fall in love with their barista at least once.
Well I am sure that if every barista was as hot and downright gorgeous as John Sheppard and the coffee as divine as any that would pass Rodney’s very high standards for good coffee then I can see why. (I wish my baristas looked like John)
It is the duty of every coffee drinker to fall in love with their barista at least once. Rodney had fallen in love with his on at least six or eight occasions, though nothing ever came of it. Usually he just spent time staring at them and finding out later that they called him creepy.
The current object of his affections was a man with black hair and green eyes that went really well with the green apron and black shirt he always wore -- and it didn't hurt that he knew how to make the best cappuccino in town.
The funny thing was, Rodney hadn't noticed him at first. He had to have been coming here for weeks before he noticed the guy making his coffee. Almost every morning - morning being a relative term in the software industry -- he swung through the Pegasus Coffee Company on his way to work, waiting in line to grumble out his order and try to smile at the cashier, all the while his mind roaring "give me coffee, damn it!"
He wasn't his best in the morning, even when 'morning' meant 11:00 am. It was also why he tended to over-tip.
Anyway, one day about three weeks before the dog and pony show, Rodney had been getting nervous. No matter how many times Peter and Radek reassured him that the code and the hardware would be ready, Rodney couldn't trust it unless he saw to it himself. So it was no surprise that he didn't think much about the guy actually brewing the espresso and pouring it into the take-away cups; Rodney's mind was too full of thoughts about the job and the need for caffeine.
That particular morning's code review hadn't gone well, and Radek ended up kicking him out of his own office. "Go for a walk, Rodney. You are making us all insane."
The barista -- John by his nametag -- set his second cappuccino down in front of him: a large white clay coffee cup filled to the brim with dry white foam, with a heart-shaped dot in the center, from the espresso added at the end. It reminded Rodney of skiing and new-fallen snow, erasing his most recent thoughts about government auditors. Steam and the rich scent of dark French roast rose up from the top of it, so Rodney wrapped his hands around it, enjoying the warmth.
Some 1940s-era jazz swung up on the music system, and Rodney closed his eyes for a moment, settling back into the deeply comfy couch. Radek was right. He really had needed to get out.
"Does that work for you?" There was indulgent laughter in John's voice, and Rodney found it very encouraging.
"Hhm?" He opened his eyes, and reverently sipped the sweet foam and dark espresso perfection in a cup. Heaven.
John nodded at the cup. "Some people don't like the espresso added at the end. They prefer a solid foam cap."
"No, this is great." Rodney said, sitting up carefully. "Thanks."
John ducked his head and gave a small smile. "We aim to please."
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