The pier was lined with tables, white linens flapping in the light breeze. There were barrels full of ruus wine, and bottles of Radek’s vodka, and a huge buffet with all the best food in two galaxies.
Rodney didn’t see any of it. All he saw was John, smiling back at him as they danced. Cadman was acting as DJ, the music being routed through the city’s PA system for best effect.
When I look into your eyes It's like watching the night sky Or a beautiful sunrise There's so much they hold
It was a schmaltzy song, but Rodney didn’t care. All he cared about was John. They’d been married countless times in offworld ceremonies, which were carefully tracked for trading purposes but not legally binding. This time it was for real.
Gram had been right after all, and Rodney sorely wished she were alive to see the day. She was wrong about one thing, though. John hadn’t had to go searching for Rodney’s heart. Rodney had given it to him without any hesitation.
Well, I won't give up on us Even if the skies get rough I'm giving you all my love I'm still looking up
“How much longer do we have to stay at this shindig?” John murmured in Rodney’s ear.
“Bored already, Sheppard?”
“Just interested in testing a theory about the power of honeymoon sex.”
Rodney tightened his grip on John. “Stop saying stuff like that!” he hissed. “I refuse to spend the whole reception walking around with a hard-on.”
John just smirked. He was infuriating, and sometimes had the temperament of a pre-teen, but Rodney couldn’t imagine anyone better suited for him.
He glanced over at where Jeannie was sitting with her family. She raised a glass and winked.
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Re: Fill 2/2 (800): Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + OC
Date: 2020-07-02 10:49 pm (UTC)Rodney didn’t see any of it. All he saw was John, smiling back at him as they danced. Cadman was acting as DJ, the music being routed through the city’s PA system for best effect.
When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
There's so much they hold
It was a schmaltzy song, but Rodney didn’t care. All he cared about was John. They’d been married countless times in offworld ceremonies, which were carefully tracked for trading purposes but not legally binding. This time it was for real.
Gram had been right after all, and Rodney sorely wished she were alive to see the day. She was wrong about one thing, though. John hadn’t had to go searching for Rodney’s heart. Rodney had given it to him without any hesitation.
Well, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
“How much longer do we have to stay at this shindig?” John murmured in Rodney’s ear.
“Bored already, Sheppard?”
“Just interested in testing a theory about the power of honeymoon sex.”
Rodney tightened his grip on John. “Stop saying stuff like that!” he hissed. “I refuse to spend the whole reception walking around with a hard-on.”
John just smirked. He was infuriating, and sometimes had the temperament of a pre-teen, but Rodney couldn’t imagine anyone better suited for him.
He glanced over at where Jeannie was sitting with her family. She raised a glass and winked.