Title: Hanging By A Moment

Author: Damion Starr

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Shepford

Archive: Area 52, WWOMB, Pegasus Gate, , and any who ask

Category: PWP/Angst/Romance

Warning: Romance, slash, adult situations, and fluff.

Spoilers: none

Series: none

Disclaimers: SGA: not mine

Author's Note: Written for my friend Jalabert. Figured I owed her after I depressed her with "Taps". Well, here ya go. Some nice fluffy slash, inspired by "Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars" in a roundabout way. Enjoy!

"I'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all I've held on to

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you."

"Hanging By A Moment" Lifehouse

He inhales, sharply, right beside my ear, and throws his head back, mouth agape, eyes closed. His fingers dig into my clothed shoulders. He arches his back, thrusting into my hand as he comes. Sweat trickles down his neck and is caught by the collar of his t-shirt. His entire body is painfully rigid. He is so beautiful he takes my breath away.

He collapses against me, sated and exhausted of all energy, pinning me against the back wall of the closet. I free my right arm from between our bodies and joins it with it's mate around his slim body. The weight and warmth of his body against mine is comforting. He rests his head on my shoulder. He is pliant in my arms.

"This is dangerous," He finally whispers in my ear. "If we keep doing this, we're going to get caught eventually,"

"I know," I murmur back. I know all too well. That thought haunts me whenever I'm not with him. However, when we're in each other's arms, all I know is him.

"John, I-" I kiss him at the base of his neck on the side, effectively silencing him.

"Do you think this is too risky?" I run my hands up under his shirt to roam over his scar-dotted back. One of his hands rests on my upper arm and picks at my shirt. "Or, that this isn't worth the risk?" He pulls back slightly at this to look into my eyes.

"No, I didn't say that, I-" This time, I silence him with a kiss on the lips. It's short, but sweet.

"Okay, then," I whisper when I pull back.

"...Oh, God, I love you, John," He breathes, eyes closed. He must've said it without thinking, because his eyes suddenly snap open, and there is panic in the bottomless depths.

I smile, to assuage his terror, and slowly kiss his soft, full lips. "I love you, too, Aiden,"