sheafrotherdon
15 May 2011 @ 11:18 am
Ficlet: Baffling, Beautiful (H50)  
Baffling, Beautiful by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 400 words, Steve/Danny. Steve McGarrett's idea of pillow talk. With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] dogeared for the beta.

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sheafrotherdon
13 April 2011 @ 08:14 pm
Fic: You Know And The Things That You Love  
You Know And The Things That You Love[livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~660 words, Steve/Danny, R. Steve learns the secret of making Danny still. With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] dogeared for wrangling!

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sheafrotherdon
03 April 2011 @ 01:17 pm
Fic: I Solemnly Swear Not to Set Myself on Fire  
I Solemnly Swear Not to Set Myself on Fire[livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 3710 words, Steve/Danny, R. A wedding (and if you'd like to hear the music from the ceremony, it's here, and the first dance is here , and I know, I knooooow. jashdlfkha) :D

With grateful thanks to [livejournal.com profile] dogeared for beta duties.

at H50 Flashfic!
 
 
sheafrotherdon
10 January 2011 @ 09:02 am
 
Things is, Danny likes Steve so much he's stupid with it, one-hundred-and-four-percent over his head, and he's never as dumbface, brain sluggish, dim as when Steve's still asleep, face down in the sheets with the sun just up and his skin turned gold. He can't stand how much he likes him right then, in that moment, how his guts twist and his heart hurts and he just has to touch him, has to check him out, has to slide his hand down Steve's long spine and rub his cheek to the small of Steve's back. He nips the curve of Steve's firm ass because that makes Steve shiver and mumble and stretch, and his muscles lengthen, and he groans is the thing, and Danny's fucked, fucked, you understand, because he likes that so much, he likes it, he does, and Steve smiles at him, grabs at him, pulls him in close, and he's heavy with sleep, and they drowse just little, and they're naked and warm, and Danny could die from this, truly, just give up the ghost, because he likes Steve so much, all up in his space.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
22 December 2010 @ 10:38 am
 
[livejournal.com profile] lamardeuse was wondering how Steve and Danny would handle the cuddling thing, so -

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sheafrotherdon
30 November 2010 @ 07:18 am
 
When they were younger – a little more lithe; a little less banged up by the best misfortunes two galaxies could offer – they were greedy, touch-starved, grabbing and tasting as if each moment was their last. But now they've eased, or life has forced them, and they rouse themselves to soft moans and trembling hands less often than they did. It isn't loss. John smoothes a hand the length of Rodney's back – muscles and scars, bone and breath – and when the burn of hard-won tenderness curls an ache in his stomach he doesn't duck, but bends instead to nudge his nose to the flare of Rodney's shoulder. Rodney shifts, a groan and resettling of tired limbs, belly pressed tight against old, worn sheets, and John hums as he brushes his lips across neck and ear, as he curls in close, tugs the blankets to his hips.

Rodney mumbles and turns his head, blinks drowsily, manages "hey," and a sleep-blurred smile. He slides a hand from beneath his body, inches closer, throws an arm around John's back and hums something quiet, confidential. John sighs his answer, eyes closing, muscles gentled loose by Rodney's touch. "Yeah," he whispers, and waits easily for sleep.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
17 June 2009 @ 07:25 pm
Fic: Torren's Land  
Torren's Land by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ 1300 words, John/Rodney, PG. Rodney's on Torren duty, and had no idea the day would turn out this way. Inspired by [this poem], posted by [livejournal.com profile] dogeared yesterday.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] dogeared for most excellent beta duties, and to [livejournal.com profile] setissma for talking about proboscis with me!

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sheafrotherdon
16 March 2008 @ 05:02 pm
Fic: And The Next (Jennifer/Ronon)  
And The Next by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ Jennifer/Ronon, PG, 1200 words, for [livejournal.com profile] amathela's prompt of "Ronon/Keller: play" as part of the [livejournal.com profile] ronon_love fest. Cow-checked by the lovely [livejournal.com profile] siriaeve and beta'd by the delicious [livejournal.com profile] dogeared. Wonderful art by [livejournal.com profile] itsychick!

The second morning at her father's farm, Jennifer wakes, turns over to find Ronon's reassuring bulk to burrow into, and discovers nothing but rumpled sheets and a half-squashed pillow. )
 
 
 
sheafrotherdon
23 January 2008 @ 09:53 am
Ficlet: This  
This by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ John/Rodney, 264 words. Utter self-indulgence of the Cate-kind. Mmmm. Sleeeeeeep.

Rodney, asleep, is a graceless, drooling heap of a man )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
02 January 2008 @ 10:33 am
Ficlet: Too Much  
Too Much by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ PG13, John/Rodney. To accompany [livejournal.com profile] tx_tart's picspam of Joe Flanigan's [hands]

Rodney doesn't like to think about John's hands . . . )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
28 November 2007 @ 01:13 pm
Words (McKay/Sheppard, PG)  
Words by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ Kissiiiiiiiiiiing. McKay/Sheppard, PG. With mad thanks to [livejournal.com profile] dogeared for the beta. ~ 900 words.

John wonders when Rodney's going to figure out they're a Newtonian law, persistent reminders of a mechanical universe, equal and opposite reactions . . . )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
14 October 2007 @ 12:19 pm
Ficlet: A Shared Sense of Knowing  
A Shared Sense of Knowing, by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon
~ Rodney's wistful, and John's heart aches in turn. Part of the [Nantucket AU]. PG. 400 words.

Rodney loves, John would tell anyone, with a depth and tenacity that few could guess . . . )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
03 August 2007 @ 10:48 am
Ficlet: Like, Love, Fond  
Like, Love, Fond. John/Rodney, PG13
~ I was feeling goofy. Hee! 300 words

This is what Rodney loves: )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
31 July 2007 @ 11:39 am
Ficlet: Mountainside  
Mountainside (John/Rodney, PG13)
~ for [livejournal.com profile] lamardeuse, who could not be sweeter if she tried. 700 words.

It had been bad this time . . . )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
23 July 2007 @ 08:03 pm
Fic: The After-Effects of Sandwiches (Nantucket AU)  
The After-Effects of Sandwiches (John and Rodney: Nantucket AU, PG)

~ Comes directly after [Doghouse] and [Run] - it's probably a good idea to be familiar with those first. ~ 1000 words

Rodney munches his sandwich, standing in the middle of the hallway . . .  )
 
 
sheafrotherdon
23 July 2007 @ 12:45 pm
Below (SGA, J/R, R)  
Below (SGA, J/R, R)
~ for [livejournal.com profile] mmmchelle, who said "Also, David Hewlett has the most kissable neck ever. That spot just under his ear, there needs to be fic in which John uses that spot to make Rodney crazy."

And so . . . John did. )
 
 
 
sheafrotherdon
04 July 2007 @ 10:01 am
Drabblet: Sleep  
Rodney wakes just a little when John slides into bed in front of him, just enough to make more room, to mumble, "John," pleased, to plaster himself against the curve of John's back. He's exhausted, bone-tired, helpless beneath the crushing weight of how long it's been since he slept. It makes him truthful. "Miss'd you."

He can feel John's breath catch – a hitch beneath his palm where it's spread against John's chest, and then John's hand's shifting, coming to rest over his own, and he's stretching a little, his long, lean legs dragging against Rodney's as he gets more comfortable. John, John, naked John runs the mantra in Rodney's head as he noses against the nape of John's neck, smells salt and dirt and overheated skin. John tugs at his hand, pulls his fingertips up, up, away from his heart, and Rodney would grumble save for the fact that John's kissing the heel of his thumb. Such a dumb place to kiss someone, Rodney half supposes, but he doesn't mind, not with his eyes closing again and the curve of John's ass snug against his hips. Tomorrow he'll do something about that ass, he promises, but now it's just right, intimate, a jigsaw puzzle piece of himself slotted snug into place and he presses his forehead to John's shoulder, squeezes him just a little. John rumbles happily at that, lets out a long, tired breath, goes lax in the circle of Rodney's arms as if this is the only place he can let down his guard.

"Sleep," Rodney mumbles, but the word's unnecessary, John already breathing deeply with their fingers tangled together, pulled in close against his collarbone, cradled there as if to keep them safe. "Hmmmm," Rodney whispers, and he smiles as he inches a foot between John's bony ankles, settles, drifts, surrenders all he has.
 
 
sheafrotherdon
22 June 2007 @ 09:50 pm
Fic: Aftermath (tag to 3:x20: First Strike)  
Aftermath (tag to 3x20: First Strike)
~ pre-slash, McKay, Sheppard, PG

The first shock of Rodney's words holds them all in fleeting stasis. )