Word Count: 100 words
Notes: I wrote this a little while back, intending it to be part of a longer drabble sequence. That may yet happen, but not this week. *g*
Lips against his nape; Sheppard twitches. Hands mapping his shoulders; Sheppard sighs impatiently. A stubbled cheek rubbing down his spine; Sheppard jerks away, annoyed. Or maybe bored.
Rodney hauls himself up. Sheppard's irritating in bed. How utterly typical.
Rodney pushes him over ungently and prepares to start in on the other side.
Hard fingers grip his arms, pulling him down, and suddenly Sheppard's the one demanding a response from Rodney, coaxing him into a kiss, long, slow and timeless.
"Why can't you just-" Rodney gasps, but the rest of the words are lost. For once, Rodney doesn't mind being silenced.