400 words for 4000 pages, part 3.
Title: Maldivian Sun
Summary: He hated the sun, he really did.
Characters: Team Rodney
Pairing: John/Teyla
Rating: K
Title: Maldivian Sun
Summary: He hated the sun, he really did.
Characters: Team Rodney
Pairing: John/Teyla
Rating: K
Spoiler:
He hated the sun, he really did.
It burned his skin and frazzled his thinning hair. The sun block that had been applied earlier in the day was washed away with the sweat the sun’s heat had caused and he was slick and slippery, his hands sliding from his face when he made to swipe at falling beads.
The others didn’t seem to share his problem and both resented and hated them for it. Lying in the direct rays of the sun, Ronon had fallen asleep, dreadlocks clasped behind his head, said head resting on his folded arms. The guy was practically naked; the passing women could not help but ogle him and Rodney growled to himself from his position in the trees.
Teyla had long since given up the sun-bathing act and had waded into the warm glittering seas, her ickle bikini not hiding much from passing men’s imaginations (or Sheppard’s, for that matter). Rodney and Ronon had remained relatively unaffected by her stunning body, although Rodney hadn’t been able to resist a quick up-down of her luxurious skin. That had earned him an ill-veiled glare from Sheppard, at which Rodney smirked.
Sheppard hadn’t lasted long before he’d swam out to Teyla as a passing surfer had stopped to talk to her. Again, Rodney had smirked while Ronon had grunted and turned onto his other side. The Colonel had taken great delights and thumping past Rodney, kicking sand onto the his sticky body to which Rodney had grumbled about devaluing his level of AVA and AVB protection. Sheppard had rolled his eyes and shook his wet hair out all over him.
Rodney hated vacation; always had. And whose idea was it to allow Sheppard to show his team his father’s holiday villa in the Maldives? Didn’t the powers that be at Stargate Command know what that kind of sunlight did to a person’s skin?
He grumbled again and looked around again continuing his mental inventory of his team mates when he realised he’d lost Teyla. Panicked slightly by the thought that she’d sailed off with a surfer, Rodney was shocked further when Sheppard turned slightly and Teyla came into view again.
Wrapped around Sheppard’s waist was two very Teyla like legs, and in Sheppard’s hair was two very Teyla like hands.
“Heh,” he managed before shaking his head and turning away.
Maybe the Sun was good after all.
It burned his skin and frazzled his thinning hair. The sun block that had been applied earlier in the day was washed away with the sweat the sun’s heat had caused and he was slick and slippery, his hands sliding from his face when he made to swipe at falling beads.
The others didn’t seem to share his problem and both resented and hated them for it. Lying in the direct rays of the sun, Ronon had fallen asleep, dreadlocks clasped behind his head, said head resting on his folded arms. The guy was practically naked; the passing women could not help but ogle him and Rodney growled to himself from his position in the trees.
Teyla had long since given up the sun-bathing act and had waded into the warm glittering seas, her ickle bikini not hiding much from passing men’s imaginations (or Sheppard’s, for that matter). Rodney and Ronon had remained relatively unaffected by her stunning body, although Rodney hadn’t been able to resist a quick up-down of her luxurious skin. That had earned him an ill-veiled glare from Sheppard, at which Rodney smirked.
Sheppard hadn’t lasted long before he’d swam out to Teyla as a passing surfer had stopped to talk to her. Again, Rodney had smirked while Ronon had grunted and turned onto his other side. The Colonel had taken great delights and thumping past Rodney, kicking sand onto the his sticky body to which Rodney had grumbled about devaluing his level of AVA and AVB protection. Sheppard had rolled his eyes and shook his wet hair out all over him.
Rodney hated vacation; always had. And whose idea was it to allow Sheppard to show his team his father’s holiday villa in the Maldives? Didn’t the powers that be at Stargate Command know what that kind of sunlight did to a person’s skin?
He grumbled again and looked around again continuing his mental inventory of his team mates when he realised he’d lost Teyla. Panicked slightly by the thought that she’d sailed off with a surfer, Rodney was shocked further when Sheppard turned slightly and Teyla came into view again.
Wrapped around Sheppard’s waist was two very Teyla like legs, and in Sheppard’s hair was two very Teyla like hands.
“Heh,” he managed before shaking his head and turning away.
Maybe the Sun was good after all.
I jest.
The ending is very funny!!
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