Tired. Warning, crankiness ahead.

[thegrrrl2002]

Tired and cranky. Yup, that's me. I feel like I'm coming down with a cold, or a sinus infection. Took a decongestant last night, and it screwed up my sleep something awful. I felt so restless that I couldn't stay in bed, even though I was half-asleep. I had to get up and walk around. Then I fell asleep on the couch, and woke up all confused and discombobulated at 2:00 am.

I did manage to get back to sleep, but I'm exhausted, my glands still hurt, and my legs are achy from exercising.

And could someone please tell me why the hell the table function in Microsoft Word defaults to top alignment for the text? Why would I want my words floating around up there? It looks ridiculous. Why doesn't it default to all the exact properties that I want? And why is it September already? Where did the summer go to? It's too soon for fall. Because then it will be winter. And how come aren't people writing me Sheppard/McKay smut? Is that too much to ask? Come on, just a snippet will do me. Really.

::sighs::

On a brighter note, I watched more "Firefly" last night--"Trash". Mmmm, naked Mal. Just thinking about that ep makes me smile, if only a little.

Coffee. Maybe coffee will help.

Is it time to go home yet?

Comments

[gypsy86.livejournal.com]

Disclaimers: 1) this was written in about 10 minutes. b) It's not sweet. It's rather harsh, actually. iii) It's not as good as you would do it. *g*


"Nothing"

Over the past few weeks of our Dante-esque trip into the Pegasus galaxy, this has become my most cherished fantasy. Usually this kind of sexual imagery only sustains me for a brief time and I move on to a new scenario, or a new object. My imagination long ago proved limitless in this area. Perhaps living in such close proximity is having a perverse effect on my libido.

Or possibly it's that every single time he goes out of his way to annoy me or tease me, it only makes my subconscious mind more desirous of taking him down a peg or two. Cutting him off at the knees, so to speak. Actually, getting him on his knees, to be more precise.

Yes, John Sheppard. Major in the United States Air Force. Veteran combat pilot. He of the freakishly innate ability to control Ancient technology. Now the ranking military officer in Atlantis. The man who inexplicably is now capable of giving me orders because I'm a member of his team. And who avails himself of that privilege as often as he can.

On his knees, sucking me off obediently. A mental picture worth forming.

Talk to the man for five minutes and you can tell he was a jock in school, probably on the football team, paying guys like me to do his science labs. Or seducing some dewy-eyed schoolgirl into doing his homework for him by smiling at her with what I'm sure he thinks is a charmingly boyish grin. He uses the lost little boy routine on Elizabeth and Teyla all the time, although I credit Elizabeth for being savvy enough to know she's being played, even if she does give in far too often.

And just like in high school, me he treats with sarcasm or outright contempt. When he's not making barbed little comments that are meant to be funny to everyone by pointing out what a freak I supposedly am, he ignores me. Snapping out orders as though I don't have any instinct for self-preservation, much less the capacity to feel anything for anyone but myself. Never mind that I'm often several steps ahead of him in thinking through situations. I don't carry a gun and my first instinct isn't to shoot people. To John Sheppard, I'm nothing.

What's why I want it. Not a relationship, not a fling. I don't want him trailing around after me like a lovesick puppy or professing his undying devotion. I want him. On his knees. Doing what I tell him to do. I want him sucking on my cock, fingering my balls. I want to fuck his mouth good and hard and for him to take it, gratefully. I want him to swallow what I give him and make sure he didn't miss a drop.

Then I'll zip up and walk away and he'll know what it feels like to be nothing to someone.

Yay!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! So swift, so and good! You're so very sweet to me. I like. I like very much. Nasty McKay.

On his knees, sucking me off obediently. A mental picture worth forming.

I agree with McKay whole-heartedly here. Definitely a worthwhile mental picture. And I like his image of the highschool-aged Sheppard. We all know the type, don't we?

But deep down inside, Sheppard really is a lovesick puppy, and picking on McKay is the only way he knows how to express it.

::purrs::

Re: Yay!

[gypsy86.livejournal.com]

But deep down inside, Sheppard really is a lovesick puppy, and picking on McKay is the only way he knows how to express it.

But of course! Maybe there'll be another snippet where Rodney has realized that John at least cares about him. (All I have time for right now is snippets. *sigh*)

btw, I blame this on agentotter and her recent spate of "OWWW!" snippets. I think the angst is contagious.

Re: Yay!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Snippets are good. So are series of snippets. Sometimes when I write them I think I should be concentrating on a bigger, more 'worthy' fic, but then, if that was what I wanted to write, I'd be writing it, you know? Ficlets are a worthy exercise all on their own. It's priming the pump, so to speak.

Angst is good, too. Angsty snippets. Smutty angsty snippets, happy sex snippets--all kinds of snippets are good. A tasty little snack, for when you don't have the time or energy for a full fic.

Am I babbling or what? *g* I'm no good to anyone when I'm tired.

[http://users.livejournal.com/oceana_/]

*sends large, steaming hot coffee with chocolate chip cookies and J/D love*

Aren't Sheppard and McKay just made for each other? Only problem is that Rodney never shuts up. But I'm sure they'll find a way around this. ;-)

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Thank you, honey. ::is covered in cookie crumbs::

I love how Rodney babbles. I think he gets nervous during sex, and babbles the same way. Then thinks he might be hypoglycemic after he comes, and insists on being fed in bed.

I'm starting to feel a tad less cranky, now that my mind is going in the right direction.

[http://users.livejournal.com/oceana_/]

I don't know. I think he is more the type to tell Sheppard not to eat in bed, because he can't get any sleep if there are crumbs, and he hates it when they get stuck to his ass, and they are all going to die anyway.
The only thing Sheppard can do is lick those crumby off of whatever body parts of Rodney they have attached themselves to, and then mess him up until he is too tired to complain about any remaining crumbs, the sheets or impending doom.
But he would get nervous. I can just see how Sheppard wants to something Rodney has never done before, and Rodney gets all nervous, stubbornly explaining why this can NEVER work, and John! You can't be serious about sticking this up...we are all going to die!.
*sigh*
They are made for each otherö.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

You slay me.*g* I'm giggling like an idiot, now. "Crumbs, you're getting crumbs all over the bed, don't you know I have sensitive skin?? And could you please shave next next? I'm getting a rash from your five o'clock shadow!!

Not that it matters, since we're all gonna...well, you know."

"Die?"

"Yes, John, die."

[fanaddict.livejournal.com]

And how come aren't people writing me Sheppard/McKay smut?

Good question! Uncertain of how to write the full on snark potential possible between the two of them? I'm waiting to see it as well. I decided that was the pairing for me after the snarkfest of Underground. That and the fact that the women's personalities haven't done anything for me and I'm still waiting for Ford to develop one. So by default... But no, Sheppard/McKay actually is appealing all on it's own.

Did you read the Fishtank one? It's at Area 52. I thought McKay's voice was pretty great in it.

I watched more "Firefly" last night--"Trash". Mmmm, naked Mal.

Heh. Firefly was great. I can't wait for the movie to come out. I think I liked every character on there, which is something that isn't true for most shows. :)

Hope you feel better soon!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Uncertain of how to write the full on snark potential possible between the two of them?

Hee! That may be part of it. It makes me hesitate. I need to see some more eps. Rodney is sort of neurotic, too, and I'd hate to make him wussy neurotic. I prefer aggressively neurotic, like how gypsy has written him.

And I loved the snarking in "Underground". "You slay me." *g* I think it's the beginning of a beautiful relationship on-screen relationship. One that will encourage us to fill in what happens off-screen.

I think I'll watch the rest of FireFly tonight, although that will make me sad, because there won't be any new ones to look forward to! And the movie is sooooo far off. ::sighs:: I dig all the characters, too, without reservation. And yeah, when was the last time that happened?

[fanaddict.livejournal.com]

Rodney is sort of neurotic

Wow, now there's an understatement and a half. It's part of what I love actually - he acts like how I or most of my friends would act in similar situations.

I think it's the beginning of a beautiful relationship on-screen relationship.

I hope so. I'm enjoying it so much, and it flows so naturally somehow.

You know, if you figure the Atlantis team in relation to SG-1, Sheppard = Jack (military, team leader) and McKay = Daniel (civilian scientist who doesn't have to keep rank and so feels free to comment). So the team dynamic is similar to J/D...

[Of course, Ford = Sam, Teyla = Teal'c in this scenario, so J/S people who like that dynamic will accidentally become slashers of S/F and J/T people will become shippers for S/T. If it's all about the relationship dynamics...]

And the movie is sooooo far off.

True, but at least you'll have had to wait less time than those of us who watched it on TV. The pain!

Relationships...

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

And yet McKay is sufficiently unDaniel-like, because he's also Sam-like, what with the science and all, which confuses Sheppard just as much as it confuses Jack. Only Sheppard bitches at McKay when he doesn't understand, unlike Jack.

Weir, on the other hand, is a rather Daniel-like, only she's Hammond-ish in her responsibilities.

Oh heck, they should all just fuck like bunnies.

Re: Relationships...

[fanaddict.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you know I realized last night after I replied that I was pretty much talking out me ass since, while all the character traits as a group are the same (presumably because that's the dynamic that works), the traits are parceled out between characters so there's no one character that directly parallels another. But I had already shut off my computer for bed, so I just figured time to chalk another one up to the idiot team of one.

Only Sheppard bitches at McKay when he doesn't understand, unlike Jack.

Yeah, why is that anyway? Because Jack is willing to snark on everyone, pretty much, but he gives Sam a free pass. Right now, Sheppard seems inclined to snark at McKay, poor Steve the really dead now VampWraith, and maybe Weir, but he's giving Ford and Teyla a free pass. If he starts snarking at Ford as well, I'm going to go kick writer ass because women have just as much right to be snarked at as men. And it would go a long way to help show Sam's (and Teyla's) sense of humor to be snarked on and to snark back. Much as I love her in general (romantic issues aside), Sam needs to be funnier.

Then again, most characters on TV could do with a humor implant...

Oh heck, they should all just fuck like bunnies

Group orgy eh? Too bad it's not on Showtime still...

Hmm, reminds me of how I met my husband...

just for you, cherie

[raqs.livejournal.com]

"I really think it's past time to start panicking."

"Well, I don't. Come on. It's just a little cave-in."

"You know, being trapped underground with tons of granite on top of you is a reason for distress. What is *with* you? I hope I'm not on the planet where you finally utter the immortal line 'It's just a little nuclear war.' "

"Maybe I don't mind."

"Don't mind? Don't *mind*? Do you know what the dust we're breathing is doing to the soft tissue of our lungs?"

"I'll stop breathing if you'll stop pacing."

"I'm not pacing. I'm walking. This is walking. If I keep walking, I'll be more likely to find a gap in the rock."

"Or, you'll use up all the oxygen."

"Oh. Right. Right. Maybe I should sit down. I'm sitting down."

"I'm so glad. For once you're willing to follow my lead."

"Oh, was that leading? I thought you were sitting on your ass being useless in an emergency."

"Rodney. Calm down."

"What? I'm calm. I'm perfectly calm."

"They'll get us out. We're not that far down."

"But we have very little water and no food. I'm going to be hungry soon. You know what happens when my blood sugar drops."

"Yeah, I know."

"Don't you sigh at me like that. I thought military types didn't sigh."

"Most of them haven't met you."

"Don't sound so much like you --"

"What?"

"...Wished you hadn't."

"Wished I hadn't what?"

"Met me."

"Rodney, I have never once wished I hadn't met you. In fact I --"

"Stop calling me by my name. What are you, a used car salesman? Is that some psychological technique for stressful situations, repeating my name like that till I start to wonder what you're selling and at what interest rate?"

"Fine."

"Good. ... In fact you what?"

"What?"

"You said in fact you. In fact you what?"

"Oh, I don't remember."

"I hate when people do that."

"You hate everything."

"That's not true. I like, uh, well, solid state design, I'm very fond of that, and superstring theory, and there are parts of traveling through the gate that I'm not completely averse to."

"Uh huh. No people on the list?"

"What people? Which people?"

"Like, y'know, me."

"Like you?"

"Yeah. Like me?"

"Oh. Uh. Well, I'm not totally averse to you either."

"Thank you. That's nice of you to say. I thought you were going to stop pacing."

"That's not me pacing. That's me walking. Over here."

"So I see."

"You don't mind, do you?"

"If you sit next to me? No. I don't mind."

"I always thought you would."

"See, Rodney, you think too much."

"If I had a nickel every time I heard that..."

"Rodney. Seriously. Please shut up."

"What? Talking doesn't use that much oxygen. I mean, we've evolved mouths to take care of our basic communication needs, which are never so crucial as in an emergency. This is an emergency. What else do you expect me to do with my mou --"



FINI.

Re: just for you, cherie

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

::squee!::

LOL! I love it. Thank you!! It's marvelous. With a classic ending, beautifully executed. They are just so adorable:

"Stop calling me by my name. What are you, a used car salesman?"

Oh, Rodney, you're a snark and a half. Soft tissue damage. And you like solid state design. No wonder Sheppard can't resist you. None of us can.

[gigitrek.livejournal.com]

It's not Sheppard/McKay, but it's a blatant rip-off your idea, and it's up on my page! That's the best I can do at short notice.

Eeep!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

::runs over to your page::