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v_greysonwestern slope
Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: Non-Explicit
Content notes: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real, not making any money.
the sun is morning-perfect as it glints between the trees. john takes one deep breath and then he's flying, cutting a sharp line through the new snow. he ducks off the main trail, dodges a branch and hops down an embankment, tucking his knees to stay up as long as he can. he pops onto the next run behind two tourists practicing their wedge turns and smirks as he zips around them, skating to pick up speed before the long smooth straightaway leading back to the chairlift.
mckay is standing next to the lift line, looking uncomfortable in his boots and squinting up the hill. john heroically doesn't spray him with snow as he stops. "hi," john says, pushing his goggles onto his helmet. "i didn't expect to see you here on a tuesday."
mckay toes at the hardpack and smiles, just a little turn at the corner of his mouth. "i was in the neighborhood," he says, and it's so obviously a lie that john can't stop the grin, huge and goofy.
"wanna go up?" john asks. mckay makes a little hesitant noise and puts his hands up, but john knows that game. "weather's nice," he says, pulling his gloves on a little tighter. "unless you plan to sit inside all day?" mckay glares and snaps his feet into his skis defiantly.
"awesome," john says, and heads for the lift.
someday i will write some more of this. yay?
Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: Non-Explicit
Content notes: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real, not making any money.
the sun is morning-perfect as it glints between the trees. john takes one deep breath and then he's flying, cutting a sharp line through the new snow. he ducks off the main trail, dodges a branch and hops down an embankment, tucking his knees to stay up as long as he can. he pops onto the next run behind two tourists practicing their wedge turns and smirks as he zips around them, skating to pick up speed before the long smooth straightaway leading back to the chairlift.
mckay is standing next to the lift line, looking uncomfortable in his boots and squinting up the hill. john heroically doesn't spray him with snow as he stops. "hi," john says, pushing his goggles onto his helmet. "i didn't expect to see you here on a tuesday."
mckay toes at the hardpack and smiles, just a little turn at the corner of his mouth. "i was in the neighborhood," he says, and it's so obviously a lie that john can't stop the grin, huge and goofy.
"wanna go up?" john asks. mckay makes a little hesitant noise and puts his hands up, but john knows that game. "weather's nice," he says, pulling his gloves on a little tighter. "unless you plan to sit inside all day?" mckay glares and snaps his feet into his skis defiantly.
"awesome," john says, and heads for the lift.
someday i will write some more of this. yay?
