[Fic] Being Greedy
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sga_flashficTitle: Being Greedy
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akukorax
Category: slash, PG
Challenge: Food
Word count: roughly 1500
Summary: Rodney won't share.
Note: This is really bad, and I suck a lot, but I hadn't written anything in a little over a year and a half, so I thought I should get back into the groove of it. I don't have a beta, so this is pretty raw. Umm. . . be gentle?
Sinking further down into his chair, Rodney tipped back him head and moaned. His eyes fluttered in pleasure and his knuckles tightened on the table in front of him.
“Rodney, that’s practically obscene!”
Rodney opened his eyes to look across the table at Sheppard, to his right, Teyla looked at him with half amusement, half bewildered curiosity, Ronon was too busy shoveling his face to pay attention to them at all, and Zelenka was sitting next to him looking like he had just swallowed and entire glass of curdled milk. Rodney smirked and dug his spoon into his bowl for another bite.
“The Deadilus has been slowly re-supplying our long depleted food stores.” Actually, this wasn’t strictly true. Atlantis had been surviving well on the produce and game caught on the mainland. But as this was a base populated by people from Earth, the kind people of the SGC had thought to re-supply them which a few choice necessities. “Two words for you Colonel, ‘Ben’ and ‘Jerry’.”
Sheppard rolled his eyes and continued to dig into his remains of Strawberry ice cream. Teyla still had half a bowl, but she was eating it like and archeologist at a dig for his next greatest find, only half fearing that it might actually be a prehistoric cow. “This . . . ‘ice cream’ is very interesting. What did you say this flavor is called?”
“Chunky Monkey.” Rodney said, waving his spoon in the direction of her bowl. “It’s banana with chocolate and walnuts.”
“Chunky Monkey.” She repeated, looking skeptical, but continued to eat it anyway.
Rodney took another bite of his Chocolate Therapy (chocolate ice cream, chocolate cookies, and chocolate pudding, god, this was heaven, and he’d bribed the kitchen staff well for it too. He was going to miss that Columbia roast he had smuggled back from Earth.) and let out another loud moan that made Zelenka wince.
“Why did you not bring this ice cream when you first came to Atlantis?” Teyla again, she was looking at Sheppard, who was staring contemplatively at his own empty bowl, but the question was directed at Rodney.
Zelenka answered this time, “When we first arrived at Atlantis, we brought only what was necessary for expedition. Ice cream is considered frivolous and was not important to bring with us.” Rodney made a scoffing noise next to him, but Zelenka ignored him and went on. “Plus we did not know if we would have the necessary storage devices on Atlantis to keep the ice cream cold. Lucky for us, we do.” Zelenka smiled slightly and went back to his Mint Chocolate Chip. Rodney smiled too, and thought about the huge walk in freezers that they had found near the kitchens in a lower section of the city. They were monstrously large, big enough to keep a heard of cattle in with room to spare. Zelenka and he had briefly entertained the idea of losing Kavanagh in one of them before deciding that, annoying as he was, murder one wasn’t worth it. Besides, there was always the possibility that one of the cooks might accidentally cook him for a meal one night, and “Kavanagh Surprise” didn’t sound very appetizing.
Rodney saw a flash of silver and quickly moved his bowl out of harm’s way, using his spoon to parry the attack. Sheppard didn’t look the least bit repentant and smirked at Rodney, lifting his spoon and holding it as if it were one of Teyla’s fighting sticks. He made another jab at Rodney’s bowl with his spoon, which Rodney blocked again.
“Come on Rodney, you’ve got lots left.” He tried another unsuccessful jab. Rodney may not be the best person in a combat situation, but he’d had to endure a younger sibling, and thanks to Jeannie, Rodney could defend his food to the death.
“That’s because I’m savoring it.” He moved his bowl again.
“Come on, just a bite.” Jab.
“No!” Block.
“Don’t be greedy.” Another jab, quickly parried.
“I am perfectly within my rights! It’s my ice cream!” He watched the spoon hover, looking for the next attack.
“Rodney!” A quite impressive try of misdirection that Rodney completely and utterly failed to fall for.
“Don’t ‘Rodney’ me, Colonel. You’re not getting any.” Rodney quickly took a large bite, eyes only closing in pleasure for a moment as the chocolate melted on his tongue, before he was back on the defensive, eyes following Sheppard’s spoon like a hawk.
Ronon was staring at them with a grin, as if to say ‘Damn, these Atlanians are nuts, so that’s why I put up with them.’ Teyla was looking like an affronted kindergarten teacher, and probably felt like one too. Zelenka ignored them and licked the last traces of ice cream of his own spoon.
Sheppard feigned left, but Rodney was ready for the attack on the right when it came. He slammed his hand down on the spoon, pinning it to the table. Sheppard and he faced off.
“If it’s so good, you should share.”
“That has to be the stupidest argument that I have ever heard, Colonel. You didn’t hurt yourself thinking that up, did you?”
Sheppard ignored him, staring unblinkingly forward while he tried to get the spoon out from under Rodney’s hand. By the time Sheppard had finally freed it Rodney had a plan. Rodney quickly lifted up his bowl, Sheppard’s spoon making a very soft ‘ting’ was it hit the metal tabletop, and shoveled the last large bite into his mouth. He chewed smugly at Sheppard, who was looking half impressed and half pissed, while Zelenka muttered something in Czech that could have either been “I am amazed at your fast and amazing defensive skills” or “I can’t believe I work under the universe’s two largest five-year-olds.”
Feeling the slight buzz of a battle well won, he gave one last smirk to the table and headed off towards the labs.
He only made it as far as the second hallways before he was roughly gabbed from behind and hauled bodily into a storage closet. He thought about calling for help, but didn’t have time as he was slammed up against the wall and his attacker's mouth descended on his. He opened his mouth in surprise and only managed to make a small squeaking sound as the attacker started to kiss him deeper, his tongue exploring and marking every inch of his mouth.
He was out of breath and panting when the kiss ended. He couldn’t do anything but stare and his attacker; Sheppard leaned back and licked his lips, a slow and dreamy look on his face. “Wha. . .?”
“You wouldn’t share.” Sheppard said dove back in for another kiss.
Rodney moans and relaxed back into the wall and Sheppard used his tongue to find any last traces of the ice cream.
Rodney decided that sometimes it wasn’t so bad to be greedy.
A/N2: The ice cream idea was something I got from watching SG1 and watching Jack and Teal'c fight over the ice cream that was in the stores of the Prometheus.
Author:
akukoraxCategory: slash, PG
Challenge: Food
Word count: roughly 1500
Summary: Rodney won't share.
Note: This is really bad, and I suck a lot, but I hadn't written anything in a little over a year and a half, so I thought I should get back into the groove of it. I don't have a beta, so this is pretty raw. Umm. . . be gentle?
Sinking further down into his chair, Rodney tipped back him head and moaned. His eyes fluttered in pleasure and his knuckles tightened on the table in front of him.
“Rodney, that’s practically obscene!”
Rodney opened his eyes to look across the table at Sheppard, to his right, Teyla looked at him with half amusement, half bewildered curiosity, Ronon was too busy shoveling his face to pay attention to them at all, and Zelenka was sitting next to him looking like he had just swallowed and entire glass of curdled milk. Rodney smirked and dug his spoon into his bowl for another bite.
“The Deadilus has been slowly re-supplying our long depleted food stores.” Actually, this wasn’t strictly true. Atlantis had been surviving well on the produce and game caught on the mainland. But as this was a base populated by people from Earth, the kind people of the SGC had thought to re-supply them which a few choice necessities. “Two words for you Colonel, ‘Ben’ and ‘Jerry’.”
Sheppard rolled his eyes and continued to dig into his remains of Strawberry ice cream. Teyla still had half a bowl, but she was eating it like and archeologist at a dig for his next greatest find, only half fearing that it might actually be a prehistoric cow. “This . . . ‘ice cream’ is very interesting. What did you say this flavor is called?”
“Chunky Monkey.” Rodney said, waving his spoon in the direction of her bowl. “It’s banana with chocolate and walnuts.”
“Chunky Monkey.” She repeated, looking skeptical, but continued to eat it anyway.
Rodney took another bite of his Chocolate Therapy (chocolate ice cream, chocolate cookies, and chocolate pudding, god, this was heaven, and he’d bribed the kitchen staff well for it too. He was going to miss that Columbia roast he had smuggled back from Earth.) and let out another loud moan that made Zelenka wince.
“Why did you not bring this ice cream when you first came to Atlantis?” Teyla again, she was looking at Sheppard, who was staring contemplatively at his own empty bowl, but the question was directed at Rodney.
Zelenka answered this time, “When we first arrived at Atlantis, we brought only what was necessary for expedition. Ice cream is considered frivolous and was not important to bring with us.” Rodney made a scoffing noise next to him, but Zelenka ignored him and went on. “Plus we did not know if we would have the necessary storage devices on Atlantis to keep the ice cream cold. Lucky for us, we do.” Zelenka smiled slightly and went back to his Mint Chocolate Chip. Rodney smiled too, and thought about the huge walk in freezers that they had found near the kitchens in a lower section of the city. They were monstrously large, big enough to keep a heard of cattle in with room to spare. Zelenka and he had briefly entertained the idea of losing Kavanagh in one of them before deciding that, annoying as he was, murder one wasn’t worth it. Besides, there was always the possibility that one of the cooks might accidentally cook him for a meal one night, and “Kavanagh Surprise” didn’t sound very appetizing.
Rodney saw a flash of silver and quickly moved his bowl out of harm’s way, using his spoon to parry the attack. Sheppard didn’t look the least bit repentant and smirked at Rodney, lifting his spoon and holding it as if it were one of Teyla’s fighting sticks. He made another jab at Rodney’s bowl with his spoon, which Rodney blocked again.
“Come on Rodney, you’ve got lots left.” He tried another unsuccessful jab. Rodney may not be the best person in a combat situation, but he’d had to endure a younger sibling, and thanks to Jeannie, Rodney could defend his food to the death.
“That’s because I’m savoring it.” He moved his bowl again.
“Come on, just a bite.” Jab.
“No!” Block.
“Don’t be greedy.” Another jab, quickly parried.
“I am perfectly within my rights! It’s my ice cream!” He watched the spoon hover, looking for the next attack.
“Rodney!” A quite impressive try of misdirection that Rodney completely and utterly failed to fall for.
“Don’t ‘Rodney’ me, Colonel. You’re not getting any.” Rodney quickly took a large bite, eyes only closing in pleasure for a moment as the chocolate melted on his tongue, before he was back on the defensive, eyes following Sheppard’s spoon like a hawk.
Ronon was staring at them with a grin, as if to say ‘Damn, these Atlanians are nuts, so that’s why I put up with them.’ Teyla was looking like an affronted kindergarten teacher, and probably felt like one too. Zelenka ignored them and licked the last traces of ice cream of his own spoon.
Sheppard feigned left, but Rodney was ready for the attack on the right when it came. He slammed his hand down on the spoon, pinning it to the table. Sheppard and he faced off.
“If it’s so good, you should share.”
“That has to be the stupidest argument that I have ever heard, Colonel. You didn’t hurt yourself thinking that up, did you?”
Sheppard ignored him, staring unblinkingly forward while he tried to get the spoon out from under Rodney’s hand. By the time Sheppard had finally freed it Rodney had a plan. Rodney quickly lifted up his bowl, Sheppard’s spoon making a very soft ‘ting’ was it hit the metal tabletop, and shoveled the last large bite into his mouth. He chewed smugly at Sheppard, who was looking half impressed and half pissed, while Zelenka muttered something in Czech that could have either been “I am amazed at your fast and amazing defensive skills” or “I can’t believe I work under the universe’s two largest five-year-olds.”
Feeling the slight buzz of a battle well won, he gave one last smirk to the table and headed off towards the labs.
He only made it as far as the second hallways before he was roughly gabbed from behind and hauled bodily into a storage closet. He thought about calling for help, but didn’t have time as he was slammed up against the wall and his attacker's mouth descended on his. He opened his mouth in surprise and only managed to make a small squeaking sound as the attacker started to kiss him deeper, his tongue exploring and marking every inch of his mouth.
He was out of breath and panting when the kiss ended. He couldn’t do anything but stare and his attacker; Sheppard leaned back and licked his lips, a slow and dreamy look on his face. “Wha. . .?”
“You wouldn’t share.” Sheppard said dove back in for another kiss.
Rodney moans and relaxed back into the wall and Sheppard used his tongue to find any last traces of the ice cream.
Rodney decided that sometimes it wasn’t so bad to be greedy.
A/N2: The ice cream idea was something I got from watching SG1 and watching Jack and Teal'c fight over the ice cream that was in the stores of the Prometheus.
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Date: 2005-10-08 07:40 pm (UTC)*comes to the end*
*purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*
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Date: 2005-10-08 08:33 pm (UTC)Thanks!!
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Date: 2005-12-10 03:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-08 08:22 pm (UTC)Two) That was the most awesome scene, Teal'c grabs Jack's ice cream and he totally lets him, because dude, Teal'c could break you
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Date: 2005-10-08 08:36 pm (UTC)2) I love that scene, especially when Jack trys to get a bite from Teal'c's and Teal'c huddles the carton close like "Mine!" and thn he has an after thought and totally swtiches the ice creams. So. Damn. Cute.
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Date: 2005-10-09 02:09 am (UTC)Question, though. What ep of SG1 does this ice cream fight take place?
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Date: 2005-10-09 04:26 pm (UTC)Anyway, thanks!! *squee*
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Date: 2005-10-09 03:43 am (UTC)WOW! Very good story. I love the boys going at it...! I could almost taste the chocolate when I read it...
You know what, I'm going to eat some chocolate now - this story is inspiring!
Really enjoyed it!
Take care,
Alex
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Date: 2005-10-09 04:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-10-09 08:18 am (UTC)This is really cute, and they are so the biggest five year olds in the universe.
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Date: 2005-10-09 04:28 pm (UTC)Gald you liked it! Thanks!
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Date: 2005-10-09 12:18 pm (UTC)This story totally does NOT suck, it's great. Cute and sweet and funny. And has both ice cream and kissing. What more does the world need? :)
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Date: 2005-10-09 04:29 pm (UTC)BTW, love you icon!
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Date: 2005-10-10 06:04 pm (UTC)Great story, heehee just what i needed to read on a cold dark night like tonight, something to make me smile and this certainly did that:D
Hope you write more soon,:D
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Date: 2005-10-16 10:24 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it! Thanks!
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Date: 2005-10-19 03:56 am (UTC)And if you'd like me to beta your SGA stories in the future, just email me when you've got one.
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Date: 2005-10-25 03:26 am (UTC)I'll send the next one I finish, though that might be a while, school is killing me.
Thanks again!
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Date: 2005-10-23 04:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-10 03:04 pm (UTC)Kavanaugh surprise?
BWAHAHAHA!!!! This was great!