one thing that makes me really heart-clenchy happy

[aesc]

I am kind of crummy-feeling today, victim to the most recent campus-wide virus and general exhaustion following two weeks of (IMHO) very unnecessary stress.

But I was thinking over one thing last night before the cough medicine kicked in, and then I thought about it this morning while slogging through the rain/sleet/snow to class.


That Rodney calls John by his first name now. After three years of rank and/or last name, John sounds so much more intimate and makes Rodney sound so much more vulnerable because it seems like he saves it for when, e.g., he's pleading with John in "Miller's Crossing" or worried for him in "Harmony" and I just... My heart! What it goddamn does to my heart! It makes it do this weird meep-clench-eeeee thing that I didn't think my cranky, slightly cynical 29-year-old heart has ever done before in its life.

I can't even be reasonable or coherent about it, I LOVE IT THAT MUCH.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

I know that I've read Rodney saying John in a million billion fanfics, but in canon... I am sorry, but that just makes me excessively joyful. Oh, the two of them :>

*meep-clench-eeee's happily*

Comments

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

So much love. *hand over heart swoony type thing*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

*collapses on the Fangirl Fainting Couch with you*

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*pats you gently* They really do make everything better with their blazingly hot and awesomely adorable manlove. *siiiiiiiiiigh*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

I was very determined to be 100% miserable today because, really, I just wanted to be home with tea and my dog and a book, and not trying to be professional, but dammit, they dont let me! Their blazingly hot and awesomely adorable manlove will not permit it.

*siiigh!*

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

The nerve of them. Tsk! I mean, how dare John have a lower lip like that, right? That Rodney just cannot stop staring at. Especially when he busts out that ridiculous pout. I mean, it's practically begging to be nibbled. A man can only take so much, you know?

[aesc.livejournal.com]

I am very displeased with them! Can you tell? :D

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

I feel so helpless, unable to make them stop being so adorable!

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Get used to it :D

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

For reals. Personally, I am still thinking about them all wet and making out in the Sheppard family pool house.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Jenns and I are discussing this very thing :> :>

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

\o/

[aesc.livejournal.com]

:D :D :D

I was telling Jenns how Rodney would be bitching and bitching about how these things are antiquated social rituals whose only purposes are to reinforce the myth of American aristocracy and to provide an excuse to market marriagable young people.

And John would smirk and lean and look rakish.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

!!!!!!!!

And John would smirk and lean and look rakish.

Which he can totally do even while in a soaking wet designer suit.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

With expensive, dripping wet fabric clinging to his hips, his white shirt translucent and plastered to his belly...

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh. I can't. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Nngh.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh yes you can!

He ditched the tie a couple of hours ago, and he's always hated collared shirts (the way they try to strangle him), so he's already got the top couple of buttons undone, and Rodney follows a drop of water down from his jaw, down down down where is pauses for a second at the rise of John's collarbone, then vanishes.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Yoooooooooou are the biggest tease that ever teased. ♥

And Rodney can't figure out how he can be sopping wet with a mouth that's completely gone dry and if he doesn't following that drop with his tongue he's actually going to die right there. Not even John's lifeguard skills will save him and, oh, thinking about that certainly isn't helping.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Yoooooooooou are the biggest tease that ever teased.

Well, we all have to be good at something :>

And, John reflects, Rodney is pretty good, standing there with his wet shirt stretched across the shoulders Rodney hasn't quite grown into yet, blue eyes wide and intent on John's face, sharp, unexpected things in the dimness of the pool house.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

You are very good. Very very good.

Oh, they should get out of those wet clothes before they catch a cold. *nodnodnodnod*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes yes of course.

Rodney points this out, and John nods fervently in agreement, but John's hands (his very capable at taking Rodney apart hands) are shaking, and the fourth button down goes flying.

"Hey!"

"Just put your jacket back on after," John grunts, and when he pushes Rodney's shirt off his shoulders and bends to lick Rodney's neck, distantly Rodney wonders what his chances are of surviving through to after.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

aslkdjasdklajsdlaksdjas!!!!

[aesc.livejournal.com]

When John's hips move against his and John bites down on his shoulder, a bit too sharp and a bit too high up, Rodney decides... No. No surviving.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

I AM NOT GOING TO SURVIVE EITHER! *swoons*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Would chances of survival increase or decrease if I told you that Rodney, with his last shred of coherent thought and coordination, managed to get a hand between them and worm it down John's pants (which are loose and hang off his ridiculously skinny hips and ass), and John almost collapses but pushes Rodney harder up against the wall instead?

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*makes more incoherent noises*