Love, lift me out of these blues.

[trinityofone]

•I owe several people e-mails, but I'm feeling really icky and anti-social and depressed, so please forgive me for not having gotten back to you yet. However, if you haven't heard from me by tomorrow, please feel free to kick me.

•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.

•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.

•Now to the microwave, away!

Comments

[chopchica.livejournal.com]

I so hear you on the icky and anti-social and depressed. Because I am such a giving person, I will request a drabble! Just for you!

John/Rodney - anything happy - porn is a bonus.

I wish I could offer to drabble in return, but my ickiness totally dries up any desire I have to write. I promise to stare blankly into space and think good thoughts about you though!

Plenty

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

It was so strange: he was happy, and he really didn’t know what to do with that.

What he and Rodney were doing right now could barely qualify as sex: Rodney was stroking a hand over John’s chest; he had his head pressed into John’s shoulder and was...sniffing him, breathing him in, making soft, satisfied sounds. John laid a hand against Rodney’s cheek; he found that he was smiling, awash with silent laughter.

He twisted, pulled Rodney’s mouth up to his, kissed him slow and deep.

He would find plenty of things to do with that, in time. Plenty.