Title: The Bells of St. Clements
Author: Emma (kharms2815)
Rating: Suitable for everybody, I guess (although it really depends on how dirty your mind is).
Disclaimer: Any publicly recognisable characters belong to the wonderful people who produce the show. Only the story is mine.
Archive: If you've had permission in the past, you have it now, just let me know where it's going.
Pairing: McShep (pre-slash if you look at it from that angle)
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: It was practically pornographic!
Rodney glanced across the fire and couldn't help thinking that the way John Sheppard ate oranges should be made illegal. It was practically pornographic!
He would roll the fruit gently between his palms to loosen the skin, before digging in his thumbnail and making a hole just big enough to slip a finger into. The finger would slowly work its way under the skin before pulling a piece back. This process would be repeated until the orange was perfectly peeled, lacking even the slightest trace of pith.
The orange would then be meticulously broken into segments and laid out on a clean cloth. The first segment would be picked up and critically inspected to make sure it was completely clean of peel before being bought to his lips. The first taste would always bring a sigh of pleasure to his lips and he would suck all the juice out before slowly chewing, swallowing and repeating the procedure.
He would finish by making sure to slowly and thoroughly lick every tiny molecule of juice from his fingers and would then close his eyes with a sigh of pure contentment before rinsing his hands off with water from his canteen.
John glanced across the fire and smiled. "Alright Rodney?" he asked. Rodney could only nod back and silently curse the fact that he was allergic to citrus.
The End