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Fluffy!Atlantis fic
Sheppard/Weir
Disclaimer: Not mine. Set: eh. Anytime. Rating: PG, if that.
Complete fluff. Sheppard/Weir
COMPLETELY A.j.'s fault!
No Doubt For These Tired Eyes
by ALC
Dawn breaks, and John Sheppard wakes himself up just enough to shift, to turn before the alarm goes off, and watch the woman waking up beside him.
This is when he loves her best. When all her defenses are down, and she's just waking up, her eyes full of sleep and dreams that he will never know. This is when Elizabeth Weir is his.
He never tells her this, of course. Would never let her see how much he craves those twenty seconds before she's fully awake and aware enough to look at him with that slight spark of caution. Even now, after six months of sleeping together, she still isn't quite willing to give up that last spark of "this isn't quite permanent."
She is still breath-takingly beautiful when rumpled from sleep. He frequently tells her that, because he knows she'll flush slightly. Not that she believes him.
There's very little that he says that she believes.
Except for when he's falling asleep, and his defenses are gone, and he mumbles words into her neck or hair or throat that perhaps he shouldn't. There is no light, then. He doesn't have to see her eyes, and know that she thinks he is lying.
But John Sheppard doesn't plan on taking them back.
If he did, it would do something to him, undermine their relationship in a way he can't afford.
Because for twenty seconds a day, Elizabeth Weir is completely his.
And for all the rest of the day, he is hers.
Somehow, he doesn't think she knows it.
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Disclaimer: Not mine. Set: eh. Anytime. Rating: PG, if that.
Complete fluff. Sheppard/Weir
COMPLETELY A.j.'s fault!
No Doubt For These Tired Eyes
by ALC
Dawn breaks, and John Sheppard wakes himself up just enough to shift, to turn before the alarm goes off, and watch the woman waking up beside him.
This is when he loves her best. When all her defenses are down, and she's just waking up, her eyes full of sleep and dreams that he will never know. This is when Elizabeth Weir is his.
He never tells her this, of course. Would never let her see how much he craves those twenty seconds before she's fully awake and aware enough to look at him with that slight spark of caution. Even now, after six months of sleeping together, she still isn't quite willing to give up that last spark of "this isn't quite permanent."
She is still breath-takingly beautiful when rumpled from sleep. He frequently tells her that, because he knows she'll flush slightly. Not that she believes him.
There's very little that he says that she believes.
Except for when he's falling asleep, and his defenses are gone, and he mumbles words into her neck or hair or throat that perhaps he shouldn't. There is no light, then. He doesn't have to see her eyes, and know that she thinks he is lying.
But John Sheppard doesn't plan on taking them back.
If he did, it would do something to him, undermine their relationship in a way he can't afford.
Because for twenty seconds a day, Elizabeth Weir is completely his.
And for all the rest of the day, he is hers.
Somehow, he doesn't think she knows it.
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AAAAAAAAAAAH!
YAAAAAAAY
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Ye-es. Now other people need to write some. Damnit.
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My toes are cold. Socks may be in order.
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Hrm. smutfic. Must write..
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*writes John/Lizzie*
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*awaits fic!*
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I have had arguments with my beta that are like:
"I've read this fic before."
"No, you haven't. I just wrote it."
"No, seriously! You sent this to me a few weeks ago!"
"No... really, I just wrote it."
"But I've read it before."
"You may have read another one that's very similar to it."
"... Oh. Huh."
So. Er. Yes. It's writing other stuff that's the problem! *pokes porn*
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And, dude. I totally get the "Didn't I just write this?" thing. Because, uh, it's happened. Or, I'll do something really really similar. But in a completely different fandom.
*looks guilty*
Bad me.
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I mean, we are writing you fic, yo! You liked it the first time! Like it only slightly less now!!
;)
Porn is still uncooperative. Muse is begging off of fic, as she is wont to do around the 1/2 to 2/3rds mark. Has been throwing various suggestions for other fics I could be writing and giving me cute eyes the way she does to get out of things. *eyes her*
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They should love us more, for giving them more fic.
And. Bad porn! *eyes muse* Behave!
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*happy sigh*
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I can't, apparently, do True Love without angst. Or at least something vaguely bittersweet.