I'm off!

[thegrrrl2002]

Well, soon! We're leaving bright and early tomorrow morning for the annual Christmas visit with the family. It's always great fun, lots of food and drink and happy festive times with my sisters. Yay! All the presents are wrapped and ready to go. The apartment is a mess, we're in the middle of packing, clothes everywhere. And I really need a shower.

My internet access there is going to be sporadic, so I want to wish everyone a lovely Christmas and a happy Chanukah and anything else one might celebrate. Be safe, and be happy. ::hugs::



Rodney woke to a warm, heavy weight settling in on top of him and soft lips nuzzling his. "Hello," Rodney said into John's mouth.

"Merry Christmas," John murmured.

Rodney blinked his eyes open. "It's not really--"

John nipped his chin. "It's Christmas."

"When you consider the orbital and rotational differences between--"

"I don't care." John stretched lazily, chest pressing into Rodney's. "Elizabeth declared today Christmas, so it's Christmas."

"Oh, well then," Rodney said, spreading his legs so that John could slip down in between. A hard cock pressed snug against his thigh, and Rodney decided it could be Christmas, Thanksgiving, Victoria Day and New Year's Day all rolled into one if John wanted it to be. "Christmas it is."

John grinned, sleepy and sweet.

Rodney did not want to admit what that grin did to his insides. "You should know by now I'm not exactly into the holiday thing."

"You would be, if we were back on Earth," John said, "For one thing, we'd get the biggest Christmas tree we could fit into your apartment."

"We would?"

We, John had said. It made Rodney want to smile, too.

"Uh huh." John nodded. "Not one of those fake trees. Those just aren't right."

"Of course not."

"And there would be lots of presents for me underneath it," John said.

"That?" Rodney said, tapping a finger on John's shoulder, "would depend on whether you were naughty or nice."

"I'm always nice." John rocked his hips and grinned again, only this time the grin wasn't exactly sweet.

"Hmmm." Rodney ran his hands down John's back. "That's not exactly what I'd call it."

John took a moment to kiss him, lips brushing across Rodney's lips before moving on to Rodney's cheek. He added, "You would bake gingerbread men for me, too."

"What am I, Betty Crocker?"

"Only if you wear a cute little apron."

Rodney snorted, even though scary thing was that for John? He would. "That's quite the little fantasy world you've got going there." He cupped John's ass and squeezed.

Closing his eyes, John added in a wistful voice, "We'd play Christmas carols and drink rum and eggnog while you baked and I decorated the tree."

"Wait a minute," Rodney said with a frown, "what's with me being the girl in this little domestic scenario?"

John opened his eyes. "And then when we finished, you would bend me over the kitchen table, right where the cookies are cooling, pull down my pants and fuck me. Nice and slow."

Rodney's cock twitched. "Um, yes, yes, okay. I can do that."

"Works for you?"

Rodney slid his fingers down into the cleft of John's ass and pressed his hips up against John's. "Works for me. Really, really works for me."

"Mmmm." John kissed him, then reached for the lube on the bedside table. "See, now you're getting into the holiday spirit."

"I think you're right," Rodney agreed. "I am feeling very...spirited."

"And they say it's better to give than receive. I really, really like to receive." John gave Rodney what was probably intended to be a sultry, seductive look. Then demanded, "What? What is so funny?"

Still laughing, Rodney rolled over, pinning a now sulky John beneath him. "You're the best present ever, that's what."

"Oh. Okay." John looked abashed, then reached up and kissed him. "Damn right I am."

Rodney kissed John sweetly before sitting back and eyeing John's naked body. "And look, you're already unwrapped."

John spread his legs, smiling naughtily. "Ready for some serious giving?"

And they made merry all day long.

Comments

[zoerayne]

Oooh, thank you for the fabulous fic pressie! Have a great trip.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

*g* Thank you! I hope you had a great holiday, too!

[sffan.livejournal.com]

Well isn't that a merry little Christmas? :)

Hope yours is just as merry.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

It was merry, but not quite so porny. *g*

Glad you enjoyd!

[rivier.livejournal.com]

Snugglicious!

Have a good break - and (selfishly) hurry back!

::big glomps::

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

*g* Have I told you how much adore that icon? It's so adorable.

[ardent-muses.livejournal.com]

Awww, thank you! Merry Christmas!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome! And I hope you had a great Christmas, too!

[clarkangel.livejournal.com]

I feel like you just gave ME a xmas present. GUH

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Hee! Glad you enjoyed that. And I hope you had a great Christmas!

[kalikahuntress.livejournal.com]

Im feeling prety spirited too, lol, thanks for posting this and have a great holidays:)

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I hope you had a great holiday, too!

[porntestpilot.livejournal.com]

Awww! And Happy Holidays!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

*g* Thank you! Hope your holidays were merry, too!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

*grins* Yes, John's absolutely correct. Fake trees just aren't right.

What's this with you being gone for Christmas? I have a whole Rodney/John fic in the works! *huffs* All right, well, you'll just have to see it when you get back.

Icarus

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Fake trees just aren't right.

*g* John's the kind of guy who would pick out a tree way too big for Rodney's apartment, of course, and much arguing would happen before a more reasonable sized tree was found.

And how's that fic going? ::dances impatiently::

And, dare I ask, how goes the files? Are you still lost in codec hell? I'm almost afraid to hear the answer!

[ship-recs.livejournal.com]

aww, that's lovely.

Have a wonderful holiday. :)

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Thank you, and you, too!

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

Yay schmoop! Yay schmoop! *sigh* John is good at receiving. Yup.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

LOL, he really is, isn't he? ::happy sigh::

Merry Merry!

[laceymcbain.livejournal.com]

That was sweet and lovely. Merry Christmas to you and yours! *G*

Re: Merry Merry!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you, dearie! Same to you! Hope your holidays were festive.

[ilexa.livejournal.com]

I am in such a happy swoon right now.

Merry Christmas!!!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you! Glad you liked the schmoopy!

[wychwood]

Ahahaha. John is so cute. I love it.

Have a fantastic Christmas!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Hope you had a lovely holiday, too. And thank you again for the pressie. *g*

[claire.livejournal.com]

Merry Christmas to Me! :)

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

LOL! Hope you had a good one!

[stellahobbit.livejournal.com]

I really, really like to receive.

Mmm, bottom!John is delicious.

Hope you have a fun, safe and relaxing holiday :D

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Oh, he is, isn't he? *g*

And thank you, I hope you had a great holiday, too!

[inthekeyofd.livejournal.com]

John really is the best present ever, he's the gift that keeps on giving!!!

You know, I was fine, really enjoying the story and then I got to the part with the table and the christmas cookies, I almost spit my water all over my keyboard!!*smile* See, that one line almost killed me..damn, now that is a visual that keeps on giving. *smile*

As always just wonderful!!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

he's the gift that keeps on giving!

LOL, you are so right! Now wonder Rodney has so much fun with him.

Glad you liked, and I hope you had a wonderful holiday! With lots of cookies. *g*

[amnellwyvern.livejournal.com]

And they made merry all day long.

That line is going to put very bad thoughts in my head every time someone says Merry Christmas to me *g* Wonderful fic! Have a merry Christmas! *giggle*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

LOL! They really know how to celebrate, don't they?

And thank you, I hope you had a great Christmas!

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

John gave Rodney what was probably intended to be a sultry, seductive look. Then demanded, "What? What is so funny?"

Other than John trying to be seductive?

This brightened my day, especially since I'm feeling decidedly unfannish at the moment.

Miss you already.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Hey, John is *totally* suave and seductive, don't you know that? *g*

Thank you sweetie, I'm glad I cheered you a little with this.

Not sure if this will all fit....

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

"What? It's perfect!"

John gazed up at the massive conifer as if he'd found the Holy Grail. It did look a lot like a fir tree -- if you ignored the fact that each needle was shaped like a tiny hand. Unnerving, but from a distance (or covered in lots and lots of tinsel, Rodney could picture it) the illusion was nearly complete.

If said tree could actually fit in the puddlejumper.

"Allow a comment from the not-so-spatially-challenged: it won't work."

"You just put it over by the counter-thingy," John waved him off.

"The counter I need to eat at every day? That branch will go right over the top of it. I couldn't even set up my laptop."

John simply circled the tree. "Man, you couldn't ask for a more perfect shape." John wiggled his fingers at Rodney without so much as a glance in his direction. "Hand me that ax, will you?"

"What are we, the Griswalds? You are not blowing out all my windows in a quest for the perfect tree!"

John grinned at him. "You could use a little fresh air."

"It won't fit in the puddlejumper," Rodney pointed out, growing desperate.

John wavered momentarily, then shrugged. "So we tie it on top."

"The puddlejumper won't fit in my room, ergo, the tree won't fit in my room. This was probably on your SATs, you may recall it."

John squinted, then gave him a lopsided smile. "Nope. Nothing about puddlejumpers and trees comes to mind."

"Then leave it to an expert on cramming large objects into small, tight tiny little spaces, it's too big, it won't fit, and unlike certain other situations, my room will not stretch to accommodate!"

"Relax, Rodney." John threw a lazy arm over his shoulder. "It'll fit."

~*~*~

"You're out of your mind!" Rodney yelled, clinging to the console, the wind whipping through his hair.

Leave it to Sheppard to discover that the puddlejumper actually would stretch to accommodate the tree, if not quite enough to shut the back bay doors. Consequently, Rodney had tied both himself and the tree down and now visualized himself trapped and drowning in the ocean below should they crash, even though the probability of sliding out the back was infinitely greater. The jumper blared at them insistently with the Ancient version of "Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!" as the waves broke below them.

John laughed, his hair making crazy pinwheel patterns. "Isn't this great? It's like flying with the top down!"

A branch flew into Rodney's face. He spat and batted it away � then took a good look at what was in his hands.

"Um... John�" Rodney said, too quiet to be heard over the noise.

~*~*~

(continued)

Re: Not sure if this will all fit.... nah, it didn't. Part 2.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

They landed at Atlantis, since it was closer at that point than going back to the continent.

"Don't," Elizabeth interrupted them with a raised hand as they climbed out of the jumper, ready to explain. "We already tried."

She waved at an enormous thirty-foot tree set up in the jumper bay. It was a brilliant orange, with the little hand-like needles already beginning to drop to the ground.

"Apparently, according to botany anyway, they simply can't be moved. They may look like pine trees but they're not deciduous." She raised her chin bravely. "The good news is, at least we figured it out before anyone started decorating."

"That's the good news, huh?" John turned to Rodney. "Well, I guess it looks like we won't have to try and fit it�"

But Rodney had disappeared.

A thorough search of his lab turned up empty, and Carson hadn't seen him, so Rodney hadn't gone off in a huff about possible "dead tree" allergens.

The cooks hadn't seen him. The botanists were too busy figuring out a way to alter the plant DNA to see if Atlantis could grow its own Christmas trees by next year, valuable efforts that John wasn't about to interrupt with questions about Rodney's whereabouts. "We'd keep it strictly separated from the local flora to avoid any biological contamination� it should work," they enthused.

(continued)