Because I miss John and Rodney already...

[thegrrrl2002]

I love the lighting in this pic, Rodney just looks luscious and lovely and very very nibbleable.


Yes John, I'd nibble on you too. No need to sulk.


Speaking of interesting lighting, John looks...odd here. Intriguingly so.


John should play with his guns in Rodney's presence all the the time. I'm just sayin'.


Or just make cute little faces at Rodney. He does it so well.


He looks a tad undone here, doesn't he?


Not the best quality pic, but I am rather fond of how John's holster straps cling lovingly to his thigh. There needs to be more fic about John's oh-so-shapely thighs.


Aw, Rodney.


Nnngh. Pretty.


John finds himself suddenly, inexplicably turned on by Rodney's exuberant hair.


Along with the curve of Rodney's neck. He wonders just how sensitive Rodney is right there.


John flirts as hard as he can, but Rodney doesn't notice.


So sad!!


But of course Rodney notices. He's just being a smarty-pants about it.

[screencaps either my own or courtesy of ariane179254

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[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

He tosses his boxers on the bed. "Come on, Teyla's waiting for us."

Rodney hurries to tie his robe shut, fingers awkward and clumsy. "I feel ridiculous," he says, tugging the creamy white fabric into place. "Although, at least I'm contained."

A sidelong glance at John, and Rodney swears he can see a shadow of dark pubic hair just below the sash but that's crazy, the fabric is thick and heavy but John's dick is right there, probably resting against the cloth--

"Damn it," Rodney says, his sash twisting as he tries to wrap it around his waist. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

"It holds your robe closed," John says, walking toward him. Reaching around behind Rodney, John took hold of the sash. He was so close that all Rodney would have to do to touch his chest to John's was take a deep breath.

John smooths the sash with his fingers, moving them from Rodney's back along Rodney's sides.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

"I know that, I just--just couldn't--" Rodney gives up, the words won't come, god, he barely has any air at all in his lungs as John's hands slide around his waist.

"You need to tie it, like this," John says in a tone that could be considered downright sultry. As he knots the fabric he gives it a firm tug, pulling Rodney closer. "Don't want it to slip."