you can call me george (vagablonde) wrote in lorne_sheppard,
you can call me george


Title: Stew
Pairing: Lorne/Sheppard but don't blink or you'll miss it.
Word Count: 212
Rating: General
Summary: you can never be too careful on those alien planets
Warning: Just the male sex part
Disclaimer: If they belonged to me, Lorne's name would be Marcus, John would always wear leather, and there'd be lots more kissing.
Prompt:slashing_lorne October 2nd challenge : write a comical drabble/ficlet about Lorne and his lover and anything plaid

“You try it,” Sheppard said, pushing the bowl of orange stew toward Lorne.

“I don’t think so, she brought it to you.” Lorne pushed it back.

“I could order you to try it.”

“You could try to,” Lorne countered.

“Why haven’t I written you up for insubordination yet?” Sheppard frowned.

“Because no one else will do your mission reports?”

“You could work on them in the brig, I’d even bring you a pencil.”

“No, and I’m still not eating that stuff.”

Sheppard eyed the bowl distrustfully, his brows pulled together in a grimace.

“Is she still watching us?” he asked Lorne out of the corner of his mouth.

“Yep, looking right at you. Dig in before you insult the locals.”

“What if it’s some bizarre form of a marriage ritual?”

“You watched waaaaay too much Star Trek as a child.”

“It was Firefly, thank you very much. Get your pop culture references straight before you wade in.”

“I’ll study them in the brig while I work on your mission reports after you charge me with insubordination,” Lorne grinned.

“I don’t think I like you, Major.”

Lorne leaned close.

“That isn’t what you said last night.”

Rodney joined them, sliding onto the table beside John and grabbing up the bowl.

“Hey! Stew!!!”

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