Ripe for the Picking
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rec50My Sheppard/McKay rec50 table.
Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Ripe for the Picking
Author: chopchica (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Characters: Sheppard/McKay
Prompt:22 - UST
Rating: Mature
Length: Short
Brief summary: This story is in the subgenre of UST known as 'food porn.' The descriptions are rich with desire and imagery, as John watches Rodney eat some of the cherries that they are trading for. I love how the story builds, and that Rodney isn't quite as oblivious as it may sometimes seem.
There’s something obscene about the way Rodney’s mouth twists when he pops in another cherry. John fidgets uncomfortably, because he might enjoy thumbing his nose at the regs, but there’s a difference between that and getting hard in the middle of a mission.
“Wouldn’t you like some as well?” Teyla asks. John really hopes she doesn’t look down because not much seems to ruffle her, but even she must have her limits.
“Don’t force him,” Rodney says. It’s a constant amazement to John how Rodney can manage to enunciate clearly with his mouth completely full “If he doesn’t want any, he doesn’t want any.”
“You mean that if I don’t want any, all the more for you,” John says dryly.
Ronon laughs from the other end of the table. “And for me as well.” His bowl is long empty.
Link to the story: Ripe for the Picking
Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Ripe for the Picking
Author: chopchica (
chopchica)Characters: Sheppard/McKay
Prompt:22 - UST
Rating: Mature
Length: Short
Brief summary: This story is in the subgenre of UST known as 'food porn.' The descriptions are rich with desire and imagery, as John watches Rodney eat some of the cherries that they are trading for. I love how the story builds, and that Rodney isn't quite as oblivious as it may sometimes seem.
There’s something obscene about the way Rodney’s mouth twists when he pops in another cherry. John fidgets uncomfortably, because he might enjoy thumbing his nose at the regs, but there’s a difference between that and getting hard in the middle of a mission.
“Wouldn’t you like some as well?” Teyla asks. John really hopes she doesn’t look down because not much seems to ruffle her, but even she must have her limits.
“Don’t force him,” Rodney says. It’s a constant amazement to John how Rodney can manage to enunciate clearly with his mouth completely full “If he doesn’t want any, he doesn’t want any.”
“You mean that if I don’t want any, all the more for you,” John says dryly.
Ronon laughs from the other end of the table. “And for me as well.” His bowl is long empty.
Link to the story: Ripe for the Picking
