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The Time of My
Life
by
Bluespirit
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: PG
Summary: Withheld to protect the innocent guilty. *g*
Warning: crack!fic
Genre: Established Relationship, Humour
Spoilers: none
Word count: 382
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The characters and universe are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions and the Sci-Fi Channel. This fic is meant solely for entertainment purposes and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes at end.
Rodney shifted miserably in his chair, his shoulders hunched and one elbow
pressed uncomfortably against the wall. He stifled a sigh as twin glares
of disapproval were levelled at him by his parents, and smiled weakly at
Jeannie's worried face. Across the room the band broke into a pounding
Latin rhythm and Rodney ducked his head as a rush of glorious, sensual,
*forbidden* memories flooded through him… moonlit nights, the scent of
jasmine and a long, lean body pressed against him, moving in time with his
own. The lights dimmed and Rodney raised his head as a following spot
caught his eye, its beam tracking the graceful, sultry movements of the
solitary figure prowling across the dance floor.
"John!" Rodney whispered, his breath stolen by the achingly
erotic glide of leather-clad hips and the look of raw need in hazel eyes.
John Sheppard came to a halt and stood tall and proud before the table. He
stretched out one long fingered hand in Rodney's direction and without
thought Rodney felt himself rising to his feet and accepting the unspoken
invitation. He ignored the incoherent, angry spluttering of his father and
melted into John's strong embrace as he was swept up in muscular arms and
a gentle promise of a kiss was pressed to his smiling lips. John then
turned and addressed Rodney's father, fire burning in his eyes….
"Nobody puts Rodney in a corner!"
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"No!!!!!!" Rodney McKay shot up in bed, heart pounding and eyes
wide open in horror. He gasped ineffectually for a couple of moments
before being interrupted by a muffled snort beside him. A deep,
sleep-roughened voice made an incoherent questioning snuffle and a pair of
strong arms pulled him back under the warmth of the covers. A ridiculously
tousled head snuggled against his shoulder and he felt a brief kiss
pressed to his skin before soft snores filled the room.
Rodney relaxed into the familiar heat of the body moulded against him and
rolled his eyes. "Fine! But that's the absolutely last time
that I let you pick the movie for '80s Movie Night', Colonel!"
But as he drifted to sleep Rodney was almost certain that he could hear
snatches of 'Hungry Eyes' being hummed near his ear….
The end
Notes:
This is obviously based on that scene from 'Dirty Dancing' &
I've used a little bit of the dialogue - suitably altered, of course.
Apart from that, what can I say except... um, sorry? *g*
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