.fic: Infinite which is yes - McKay/Sheppard (NC17) 1.1

.title: Infinite which is yes
.rating/warnings: NC17 for the *koff*
.disclaimers: Not mine. Commence lamentation... now.
.advertisements: post-beach!sex. Follow up to the untitled beach volleyball ficlet, which has its own odd pedigree.

.notes: Part of this could not have been done (or at least, could not have been done as well) without chebonne and her beautiful words.

Aside to monanotlisa and sheafrotherdon: I hope the teasing has stopped *leer* And to foxxcub: here's your porn :D

( Everything about John is heat: the words, breath that carries them, his body with leftover sunlight. )

Post-fic notes: For the curious, the title is a snippet from e.e. cummings' very lovely "65."

.riffs, or, when aesc does kid!fic

slian_martreb admitted to me that, after yesterday's beach!fic she was imagining "a five year old Rodney and John, playing in the sand and making castles with Rodney being oh so particular about the placement of each grain before John divebombs a plane into it."

And so, because I'm apparently susceptible to suggestion, I wrote my first-ever piece of kid!fic. Oh my God. Riffs off of beach volleyball, only with sandcastles, and seven-year-olds. (Five-year-olds are completely alien to me.)

( You have to swear not to dive bomb this )

ETA: Find out what happens six years down the road in foxxcub's really freaking cool comment!fic!
ETA2: And another wonderful continuation by Anon!
ETA3: More! A two-parter, even, by cobweb_diamond.

This is fun :)