Icon prompts!

[thegrrrl2002]

I feel like writing but I'm all aimless and unfocused. ::flails:: It's the holidays. Too much stuff going on. Although, not really--I'm not very busy this week. I think it's the thinking about having stuff to do in the future that is distracting me. How silly is that?

So anyway, I'm calling for icon prompts. The way it works is:

1. You post a comment.

2. I'll write a SGA drabble/ficlet inspired by the icon you've used.

Because I love icons. Icons are such happy things. I think everyone should do this meme in their own journals. ::eyes flist:: And yes, by everyone, I mean YOU.

ETA: Eeep! Okay, that's enough now for me to work with! ::pets pretty icons:: Oooh, inspiring!!

ETA2: Warning: Ficlets may contain spoilers for SGA 3.12 "Echoes".

Comments

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

It's spoken so softly that Teyla isn't sure she actually hears it--a single word, spoken by John in soft, almost desperate whine--

Rodney.

Beside her, Ronon stops in mid-stride, head cocked. Confirmation. She really did hear it. Curious, she trots to the top of the stairs and steps out onto the balcony. She spots John immediately, over on the far side. He's leaning against the wall, arms outstretched as if using the wall to hold himself up. Teyla is puzzled, because she doesn't see Rodney.

At first.

Then she realizes that Rodney's is down on his knees in front of John. John's pants are open, hanging even lower on his hips than usual and Rodney's face is in his crotch. It's obvious from the movement of John's hips that his cock is in Rodney's mouth.

Ronon begins to head towards them. Teyla grabs his arm and yanks him back. He's grinning and she glares at him, mouthing "No," but his grin is infectious and she starts to laugh silently. She tries to tug him back down the stairs but he refuses, craning his neck so he can get a better view of the action.

John's hand is in Rodney's hair, ruffling it with a surprising gentleness. Teyla finds herself drawn in, watching as John ducks his head and even from the distance she sees he's smiling at Rodney.

She's always suspected they had something like this between them, although considering the great lengths they have gone to conceal it, she doesn't understand why they have chosen an outdoor balcony to indulge themselves.

Then again, she remembers what it is like to feel such passion, the kind that makes one reckless. Glancing up, she sees the soft expression on Ronon's face, and thinks that maybe he does, too.

A low noise makes her look back at the two men. John's head is thrown back, his body stiffening. Rodney holds onto John's hips, drawing him in and John grimaces, clutching Rodney's shoulders as he shakes. Teyla's face grows warm as she realizes she has just witnessed her team leader's orgasm. She turns away, yet the image stays with her. It's been a long time since she's had anyone touch her like that.

"Come on," Ronon murmurs. His eyes are full of mischief.

She follows him, but is gracious enough to signal their arrival with a loud "Why yes Ronon, of course."

She catches a glimpse of John and Rodney springing apart--they must have been kissing. John turns away, furiously buttoning his pants. Ronon calls out a hello as they approach and John's shoulders hunch even more. Biting back a smile, Teyla greets Rodney warmly.

Rodney's cheeks are pink, and his hands are pushed into his pockets, doing little to conceal his erection. "Teyla, Ronon--uh, hey, hi--um, Colonel?" He looks desperately to John. "Look, it's Teyla and Ronon."

When John turns his t-shirt is half tucked in, his pants are buttoned wrong and his boxers are showing. "Um, hey guys."

Rodney looks at John and winces.

"Nice day, huh?" Ronon asks.

"You know, we were just talking about that," Rodney says quickly. "I thought maybe rain, and John--the Colonel thought maybe not, but if you look, see, there's a cloud, right over there--"

"I don't see any clouds," Ronon says. He's clearly enjoying himself.

Rodney gives a nervous shrug. "It was there."

"Yeah," John adds. "It was right there." He nods, and Rodney nods back at him.

"The winds must have scattered it," Teyla tells them.

Rodney and John both brighten at her suggestion. "Yes," John says.

She gives them a smile. Then turns to Ronon, "Come on, I believe they're serving roast turkey for dinner this evening. I do not think you want to be late."

Ronon is immediately distracted by the mention of food. As they head off, he gives John an affectionate slap on the back. "Pants are buttoned wrong."

John's chagrined laughter follows them as they leave.

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry I didn't tell you how much I loved this sooner. The last two days have been crazy. I adore stories in which they get caught, so this was perfect. So nice of Teyla to try and be discreet while Ronon has to say something. Of course, she still looks. /g/ But then who wouldn't?

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

No problem, sweetie! I figured you were pretty busy. I'm just really glad you liked it!

And of course Teyla looks. *g*

BTW, I put up a zip of tao screencaps for you. Tell me you can look at those pics of John making all those faces while Rodney talks about how he made the bad guys' guns jam and not giggle:

www.geocities.com/thegrrrl2002/tao.zip