elderwitty | fiction round-up for prompt-meme

Inasmuch as a person can round-up a 'one' of something. :g:

I feel a little bad.

esteefee wrote a thousand words of team-y goodness for me, and I reciprocated with 295 tiny little words of nearly gen McShep.

Oh, who am I kidding? I feel GREAT! :D
(I should clarify that I feel great 'cause I actually wrote something. Not 'cause of any hornswoggling it might seem that I've done.)

It's my first foray out of complete gen (and it's really more like I've waved at somebody across the border), so feel free to give tips.

Under the Weather

"Okay, this could go horribly wrong."

John, rolling his head around on his neck like the six-year-old he inwardly is, replies, "C'mon, Rodney. What could happen?"

"What? Wha- Have you not been paying attention for five years?! With our luck, it's sulfuric acid rain! We, we could get hit by lightning..or catch flu. You could slip in the mud and twist your knee again." At least this time I wouldn't think you'd been shot dead.

"What? You’re muttering. Stop pacing and come here a minute."

"How can you be so calm? And how do you expect me to survive a 'short dash' to the Gate when it's coming down 'trigs and cowps' out there? You know I...oh!"

"Hi." Humor-crinkled eyes, currently a deep, clear green, watch me from no more than a breath away.

"Um, hi. You want to explain why you pulled me on your lap like a 1950s secretary in a Doris Day film?" Not that it stops me sliding my hands under his soft black t-shirt.

"No reason. Just - I thought you wanted to get home in a hurry." John's hand is gliding up my arm, sifting the hairs against the grain. His other is a pool of warming against my hip, even through the heavy fabric of my BDUs.

Shivering and grounded all at once, I whisper, "And this helps, how?"

Grinning me the smile that'll be getting him out of my bad books for rest of our lives (and he knows it, more's the pity), he says, "It doesn't. I just like calming you down when you're all riled up."

"You. It. I. But...you're the one who riled me in the first place!"

"I know. I like that part, too."

All my scathing remarks get smothered in the kiss.