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1. 001 First Kisses by winkingstar
Feb. 13th, 2018 02:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anniebShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: Slash
Warnings:
Author's Website: Winkingstar
Link: 1, 001 First Kisses
Why This Must Be Read: Just shortish and so goddamn sweet and loving and all things nice.
Excerpt: The first time Rodney kisses John is in the infirmary after the incident on P4X-991. John can hear the soft murmur of his team's voices before he wakes, but when he finally manages to open his bleary eyes, there's only Rodney frowning down at him. He pulls one corner of his mouth up in what he hopes resembles a smile but feels more like a grimace. Rodney glares at him and goes off about the people of P4X-991 and hunting rituals and certain flyboys' suicidal tendencies. John's eyelids drift closed again under the weight of so many words and then there's silence for a few minutes. The kiss—a softly whispered "idiot" pressed against his lips—feels like an afterthought, an ipso facto born of one too many near-death experiences. John, doped up on morphine, can't find the strength to drag his eyes open again, but he feels a warm tingly sensation in his toes.
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: Slash
Warnings:
Author's Website: Winkingstar
Link: 1, 001 First Kisses
Why This Must Be Read: Just shortish and so goddamn sweet and loving and all things nice.
Excerpt: The first time Rodney kisses John is in the infirmary after the incident on P4X-991. John can hear the soft murmur of his team's voices before he wakes, but when he finally manages to open his bleary eyes, there's only Rodney frowning down at him. He pulls one corner of his mouth up in what he hopes resembles a smile but feels more like a grimace. Rodney glares at him and goes off about the people of P4X-991 and hunting rituals and certain flyboys' suicidal tendencies. John's eyelids drift closed again under the weight of so many words and then there's silence for a few minutes. The kiss—a softly whispered "idiot" pressed against his lips—feels like an afterthought, an ipso facto born of one too many near-death experiences. John, doped up on morphine, can't find the strength to drag his eyes open again, but he feels a warm tingly sensation in his toes.
