Monday - Temptation Day

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Greetings folks!

I'm running in to pinch hit while we work out a transatlantic glitch.

Today I'd like to play with Temptation as our theme...

Seduction, the fall from grace, the slippery slope into damnation, the road to hell paved with good intentions...as innocent as enticing someone to skip school or go along with a prank...as dark and twisted as seducing an angel to fall...and everything in between...


Make the code monkeys happy and formulate your prompts properly:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Willow, "Want, Take, Have"
Supernatural/Leverage, Eliot/Castiel, not everything is so black and white
RPS, Jared/JDM, subtle isn't really his strong suit

As always, follow the rules: No more than 3 prompts per fandom, no more than 5 in a row...come back and prompt more once some of yours are answered.

Go out and rock this monday!

Theme=temptation

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Tempation - SGA, John/Ronon, fighting a losing battle against temptation

John is not a saint. He's never said he was, he's never told anyone that he's good at keeping his hands to himself, or isn't fond of touching inappropriate items at inappropriate times, but in his defense, he's never blown up a solar system. That, he considers, makes everything okay, no matter what he does. Or what he touches.

He is not a saint, though, and there's only so much one very human man can take.

He told Ronon to go back before him for a reason. At least before, sharing a hotel room hadn't been an issue. There was a funeral to attend, then Replicators to deal with, and Ronon was supposed to head back to Atlantis on his own. John was fully intending to act all surprised and disappointed when he got back to Cheyenne Mountain to find Ronon already gone.

Instead, he gets back to the SGC to find Ronon still there and the Gate down for a diagnostic. Which John finds all too convenient, and he wonders sometimes if Ronon messed the Gate up on purpose. That is actually ridiculous, and he knows that. And it's not like John can just ignore Ronon, because Ronon is his best friend or one of, and he was raised to believe it's rude to ignore your friends.

Except Ronon is a distraction, and he knows it. Both of them know it, and when they first came here for his father's funeral, that was what John needed. A distraction. Someone who wasn't going to ask him to talk about his feelings. But now... now it's a different kind of distraction. Now it's two days until the Gate's fixed and Ronon is spending his time sparring with any airman who gets close enough, and John's left actually doing paperwork.

Well, when he isn't finding himself watching Ronon sparring and having to leave the room because his chest is suddenly tight, his breathing is jacked, and if he stays much longer it's going to get really difficult to walk. One day left for the Gate diagnostic, and John finds himself spending too much time watching Ronon's mouth.

Ronon has to notice. John is also not subtle.

Ronon doesn't say anything, though, but he does keep doing things like touching his mouth and smiling and generally drawing attention to himself in ways that are perfectly normal. Just not now, not when John is at a heightened state of awareness. He does his very, very best not to make an idiot of himself, down to and including gripping the edge of the table in the mess hall when Ronon looks right at him and licks his damn lips.

The day the Gate diagnostic is finished, after John has filed every single overdue report (in triplicate!), he's actually standing in the embarkation room, waiting for Walter to actually dial the damn thing. John never thought he'd miss Rodney, but there's something to be said about the scientist's ability to babble and get in John's way at the same time.

He's craving that distraction more than anything as he stands at the bottom of the ramp, and he glances at Ronon when the taller man steps up next to him. He tries not to stare, but Ronon's shirt collar is a little too v-shaped, a little too low, and there's this sudden urge to lick his collarbone.

"Jesus," John mutters, tightening his grip on his duffel-bag. He almost misses the very brief grin he gets from Ronon at that. Almost, but then the Gate dials, goes 'kwoosh!' and John relaxes a little. He clears his throat and starts up the ramp. "It's, uh, it's good to be going home." He offers a tight smile over at Ronon.

Ronon flashes him another grin and says, "Yeah. Maybe you'll actually kiss me there," right before stepping through the Gate.

John can only stare at the shimmering event horizon before rubbing the back of his neck and muttering, "Shit." He is definitely doomed.

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I loved this &hearts!