MarblePurpled

Fic: A Matching Pair (John/Rodney, G)

Here's to hoping LJ will still keep this comm around! ^_^

Author: selenic76
For: casa_mcshep
Title: A Matching Pair (also on AO3)
Pairing: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Rating: G
Word count: ~1200
Warnings/tags: None of the usual, unbetad / fluff, mushy, domestic, just moved in together ^_^
Disclaimer: Don't own or profit from them

Summary: "You weren't supposed to see those yet," John explained hastily. "I was saving them for your birthday."

Author's notes: For a while I've been wanting to write something for casa_mcshep again, just because I love the idea of John and Rodney having the chance to be happily domestic every once in a while :) This story was inspired by the pair of beautiful blue woolly socks melagan knitted for me as a trade for a necklace. I think of her and my lovely SGA fandom people every time I wear them, and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy and happy ^_^ Hope the story does the same to you as well :)

Totally fluffy, completely unbetad, all mistakes are mine!


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Fic: Home Sweet Home

John opened the door quietly, and entered the dark foyer. The whole house was dark and silent, apart from a small sliver of light shining underneath the bedroom door. John still found it hard to believe that it was their bedroom, and contained not only a bed almost three times as wide as the one he was used to, but also memories of sharing that bed with the man he loved.

He took off his jacket and shoes in the dark, and walked to the door and gently pushed it open. The light was on, illuminating a sight that had become so familiar. Rodney was sprawled over his side of the bed and fast asleep, while John’s side was occupied by scientific journals, handwritten notes, and a ginger cat curled on top of it all. It lifted its head and stared at John for a while, before deciding to make a lazy exit in a manner that clearly said “I wanted to be somewhere else anyway”.

John walked up to the bed, and haphazardly collected the notes and magazines, and placed them on the nightstand. Nothing important would go out of place; it was just Rodney’s bedtime hobby to correct mistakes in other peoples published theories. The rustling of paper woke up Rodney, and he muttered something and slowly opened his eyes.

“You’re late,” he grumbled sleepily, but smiled a little.

“Yeah,” John admitted, climbing in next to Rodney. “It’s the new prototype, sorry.”

“You just had to test it, didn’t you,” the tired scientist groaned. “Even though I specifically asked you to wait until I—“ John leaned over and shut him up with a kiss. It seemed to make Rodney forget how annoyed at the arrogant flyboy he was, and concentrate on having his lover back.

“It’s been a long week,” John whispered as he pulled back momentarily. “You can shout at me later.”

“Missed you too,” Rodney replied, before pulling John in for more, tasting of coffee, late nights, and home.



~~~ End ~~~


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For casa_mcshep, may you have many more years ahead of you! melagan pleaded us to help you, this is my little something to lend a hand ^_^ Written in a bit of a rush, hope you still like. McShep = ♥!



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Food (and other hazards of cohabitation)

Never again, Sheppard. Never.

Aw, McKay. You love it when I cook for you.

Usually, I love it when you cook for me. You and food are two of my favorite things. You and food together is even better. I'm totally open to you cooking for me. What's not ever going to happen again, if I have to hide the car keys, is you going to Whole Foods within 24 hours of watching Chopped.

Well, excuse me for wanting to challenge myself.

I excuse you for wanting to challenge yourself. What I don't excuse you for is the pickled starfruit and ouzo-poached monkfish liver pizza.

Hey, I think it came out pretty well.

Do you think that, Sheppard? Allow me to disabuse you of that misapprehension. Until today, "balsamic watermelon gummy bear coulis" were nothing but a collection of unrelated words, devoid of meaning. Tragically, they now represent that which is stuck to every flat surface in our kitchen. I cannot emphasize too strongly the wrongness of this development.

Oh, and every flat surface in the basement isn't covered with your hobby?

Funny. I seem to recall that you used essentially the same argument in the wake of the pig trotter gelato incident. Clearly, I was foolish not to draw a line in the sand then.

Not being open to your spouse's interests is a recipe for marital friction, Rodney.

At least it's not a recipe for crawfish smoothies.
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Fic: Hot coffee (G)

"Ow! Rodney! What the…" John sat the mug down in a hurry and pressed a hand to his mouth. "Did you ever consider that just possibly coffee doesn't have to reach the boiling point before you can drink it? I think my 'ip's going to b'ister."

"Oh for heaven's sake. Let me see that." Rodney reached up and very gently touched John's face." Hm, your lip does look pinker than usual."

"You could make it all better," John suggested.

"Yes, well… um.

"The last time you kissed my boo-boo it helped." John winced mid-pout.

"Last time it was your knee," Rodney said, sounding exasperated, "and before that your elbow. It's always something. I'm beginning to think you're doing this on purpose. Besides, this time it's your mouth. Wouldn't kissing you there be compounding the problem?"

John dragged Rodney closer. "Maybe. Then again…." Sliding a hand down he cupped Rodney's ass and gave it a squeeze. "Maybe not. After all, I've been handling your hot stuff for years."

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A call to (minor) action: Admin Post

McKay/Sheppard fans unite! I've been reading about LiveJournal's new mission to delete inactive journals and I'd really hate to see this little comm go away. Oh, the memories!

So if anyone reading this is so inclined, please post a couple of sentences about John and Rodney at home. It doesn't have to be a story - just something to get us underline the "inactive" wire. Thanks, fans.