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sga_flashficDouble Exposure
by dracostella
McKay/Dex
ETA: Based on 2 postcards. Notes at the end.
G
~600 words
Ronon runs for thirty minutes before he finally finds McKay based on Zelenka's vague gestures of 'he went that way'.
Ronon runs for thirty minutes before he finally finds McKay based on Zelenka's vague gestures of 'he went that way'. McKay is sitting next to a flashing control panel at the end of the east pier. Ronon has excellent vision, so he sees McKay's hands tremble as he pulls out a control crystal. Ronon waits for McKay to call Dr. Beckett. He thinks about delaying what he had planned but McKay does nothing except cradle his right hand with his left hand while still holding on to the control crystal.
"You're still feeling the effects of the enzyme," Ronon says. McKay spins around so quickly that he drops the crystal. His face is open and bare, like a child caught in a forbidden act.
"God, don't scare me like that!" McKay says as he scrambles to pick up the crystal. "You just took years off my life. Between the radiation and the drugs and the random attacking aliens it's a miracle I'm still alive."
Ronon walks next to McKay, bends down on his knees so he can reach over and take McKay's hands in to his own. He feels them tremble against his own.
"I took a really large, a really really large dose," McKay says sharply, but he does not pull his hands away.
Ronon applies more pressure to McKay's hands, so that he can feel the calluses. They are not in the places he's used to.
"You can let go of my hand now," McKay says after a moment, shifting his weight. "What is this, some sort of Satedan solider bonding ritual after we almost die again? Is it like the Athosian forehead thing?"
"You talk too much," Ronon says. He pulls McKay closer by tugging on his hands, then he leans forward and kisses him. McKay's entire body stops moving for one long second before McKay opens his mouth and kisses him back fast and fierce, tasting hot and bitter, like that liquid that McKay drinks.
But even as they are kissing, the noises coming out McKay's mouth are full of words. Ronon does not let McKay articulate them as he swallows each sound, and feels them vibrating against the roof of his mouth.
After long moments of almost silence, Ronon pulls back to catch his breath.
"What was that?" McKay asks. His hands are still in Ronon's.
"Thank you," Ronon says as he finally frees McKay's hands so he can use his own to reach around McKay's neck and press their foreheads together.
"For what? I mean, is there some specific thing that you're thanking me for or is it just... I um... ," McKay pauses for a second as if he ran out of words. Ronon can feel McKay's breath warm against his face, and he revels in the silence until McKay stiffens, "God, have you been kissing the rest of the team too? Sheppard? I mean the American military has this stupid archaic thing where you can't just..."
Ronon kisses him again to feel the words inside his mouth. He licks McKay's tongue, sucks it and feels McKay make a sound that has no words, and so softly that it is almost covered by the sound of the crystal dropping the ground.
"Thank you, for risking that which you value the most to try to save us," Ronon says when he finishes kissing McKay.
McKay's eyes are blue and wide, and Ronon thinks about clear Satedan nights lit by the brightness of the double moons, nights that cannot hide secrets. Then, he gets up and runs back to the heart of the city knowing that McKay cannot, will not follow.
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AN: (ETA) I think saw 2 postcards, and promptly decided to combine them in my head, and then wondered I couldn't find it...
I'm pretty sure I started writing this based on this card, but when I was trying to post this story, I could not find it. Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ekaterinn, the maker of this card, and elethe helpfully pointed it out to me after I posted this story. But meanwhile I saw this postcard by crazybitchqueen that alfirin_kirinki found for me, which I'm sure I also saw sometime while I was writing this. In conclusion, my mind is going, and the SGA fandom is wonderful and helpful.
by dracostella
McKay/Dex
ETA: Based on 2 postcards. Notes at the end.
G
~600 words
Ronon runs for thirty minutes before he finally finds McKay based on Zelenka's vague gestures of 'he went that way'.
Ronon runs for thirty minutes before he finally finds McKay based on Zelenka's vague gestures of 'he went that way'. McKay is sitting next to a flashing control panel at the end of the east pier. Ronon has excellent vision, so he sees McKay's hands tremble as he pulls out a control crystal. Ronon waits for McKay to call Dr. Beckett. He thinks about delaying what he had planned but McKay does nothing except cradle his right hand with his left hand while still holding on to the control crystal.
"You're still feeling the effects of the enzyme," Ronon says. McKay spins around so quickly that he drops the crystal. His face is open and bare, like a child caught in a forbidden act.
"God, don't scare me like that!" McKay says as he scrambles to pick up the crystal. "You just took years off my life. Between the radiation and the drugs and the random attacking aliens it's a miracle I'm still alive."
Ronon walks next to McKay, bends down on his knees so he can reach over and take McKay's hands in to his own. He feels them tremble against his own.
"I took a really large, a really really large dose," McKay says sharply, but he does not pull his hands away.
Ronon applies more pressure to McKay's hands, so that he can feel the calluses. They are not in the places he's used to.
"You can let go of my hand now," McKay says after a moment, shifting his weight. "What is this, some sort of Satedan solider bonding ritual after we almost die again? Is it like the Athosian forehead thing?"
"You talk too much," Ronon says. He pulls McKay closer by tugging on his hands, then he leans forward and kisses him. McKay's entire body stops moving for one long second before McKay opens his mouth and kisses him back fast and fierce, tasting hot and bitter, like that liquid that McKay drinks.
But even as they are kissing, the noises coming out McKay's mouth are full of words. Ronon does not let McKay articulate them as he swallows each sound, and feels them vibrating against the roof of his mouth.
After long moments of almost silence, Ronon pulls back to catch his breath.
"What was that?" McKay asks. His hands are still in Ronon's.
"Thank you," Ronon says as he finally frees McKay's hands so he can use his own to reach around McKay's neck and press their foreheads together.
"For what? I mean, is there some specific thing that you're thanking me for or is it just... I um... ," McKay pauses for a second as if he ran out of words. Ronon can feel McKay's breath warm against his face, and he revels in the silence until McKay stiffens, "God, have you been kissing the rest of the team too? Sheppard? I mean the American military has this stupid archaic thing where you can't just..."
Ronon kisses him again to feel the words inside his mouth. He licks McKay's tongue, sucks it and feels McKay make a sound that has no words, and so softly that it is almost covered by the sound of the crystal dropping the ground.
"Thank you, for risking that which you value the most to try to save us," Ronon says when he finishes kissing McKay.
McKay's eyes are blue and wide, and Ronon thinks about clear Satedan nights lit by the brightness of the double moons, nights that cannot hide secrets. Then, he gets up and runs back to the heart of the city knowing that McKay cannot, will not follow.
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AN: (ETA) I think saw 2 postcards, and promptly decided to combine them in my head, and then wondered I couldn't find it...
I'm pretty sure I started writing this based on this card, but when I was trying to post this story, I could not find it. Then
ekaterinn, the maker of this card, and elethe helpfully pointed it out to me after I posted this story. But meanwhile I saw this postcard by crazybitchqueen that alfirin_kirinki found for me, which I'm sure I also saw sometime while I was writing this. In conclusion, my mind is going, and the SGA fandom is wonderful and helpful.
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Date: 2006-02-26 03:00 am (UTC)Ronon kisses him again to feel the words inside his mouth. He licks McKay's tongue, sucks it and feels McKay make a sound that has no words, and so softly that it is almost covered by the sound of the crystal dropping the ground.
"Thank you, for risking that which you value the most to try to save us," Ronon says when he finishes kissing McKay.
McKay's eyes are blue and wide, and Ronon thinks about clear Satedan nights lit by the brightness of the double moons, nights that cannot hide secrets. Then, he gets up and runs back to the heart of the city knowing that McKay cannot, will not follow.
*melts and smiles again* And, um, was it possibly my own crappy postcard here (http://community.livejournal.com/sga_flashfic/275766.html#cutid1)?
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Date: 2006-02-26 10:12 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2006-02-27 05:25 pm (UTC)Oh, very nice.