Um, yeah.

[wesleysgirl]

So I guess there's not going to be much in the way of ficlets. It's not happening. Sorry about that.

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[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

"I know," John soothed. It was easier with Rodney's shirt as a barrier, the long, slow sweeps eventually having an effect, the purposefully steady beat of John's heart -- he'd never been one for yoga or meditation but he'd trained himself early how to mimic someone in deep sleep, so this wasn't much different -- catching Rodney's own and bringing him down to something a little less panic-inducing. "I know. It's okay, Rodney."

It wasn't okay, though, not really. John had no idea what'd set this off; Rodney had no idea what had set it off, and that was scarier still since Rodney had an answer for everything. But not know, not here, and it was John who had to come up with the answers. So he petted and stroked, holding Rodney as delicately as he'd hold his niece, three years old and fragile as china the first and only time John'd met her, like the big, solid body that shoved hard against his own would shatter if he pressed too hard.

Long minutes stretched and wound their way around the both of them. John ignored it, focused entirely on the man he couldn't let go of, not even when Rodney finally began panting for real, body limp and loose as whatever had hold of him let go, leaving him grumpy and exhausted, fighting irritably against John's hold. "No," John told him, mouth against the sweaty skin of Rodney's temple, his hair, the hard curve of his forehead, slick and shiny from sweat. "No, just stay."

"I'm cramping," Rodney complained, but settled with a sigh when John got them on their sides. "I'm -- I'm okay now."

"You were okay before too," John said. He didn't understand why he said it so forcefully, but didn't want to take it back, either. "Just -- just stay, all right?"

"You know, you aren't the one who's supposed to be freaked out by this." But Rodney wasn't fighting anymore, was letting his exhausted body burrow even closer against John's, taking the loose and lazy attitude John held onto like a shield, appropriating it. John let it go with a prayer of thanks, because of all the things he'd seen of Rodney, this scared him most of all.

"I got you," John said, serious and sure. "I got you."

Rodney's mouth was wet and rough against John's neck, uncomfortable raw, but John still read the I know Rodney pressed there, and tightened his arms, just in case. It'd happen again, it wasn't the kind of thing that ever really went away, and every time John would be there to shoulder the burden, to hold onto Rodney while his body did what it wished without any input from his brain.

He'd be there, and want to be there, and he hoped like hell Rodney knew what that meant because he wasn't sure how to translate that into anything like words.

"It's okay," Rodney said again, sleep-thick and dazed, and John closed his eyes and believed him.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

I love you.

[margarks.livejournal.com]

awww! that was lovely and so tangible. nicely done, sweetie! *hugs*

[raiining.livejournal.com]

Oh, so good! Got to it from Wesleygirl's recs. Loved it! Practically *no* idea whats going on (allergic reaction? something else?) but that doesn't matter - the reactions are what's important. John's so good. :)