Summary: John is sitting with his back against the wall, arms curled around bent knees, staring out, across the towers of the East pier, to the ocean.
Disclaimer: *sing-song* Not mine, not mine, not mine *sing-song* *Peeks out from under eyelashes* *whispers* Is that enough?
He drops his datapad on the desk and frowns at the empty bed. Still unmade and rumpled from the quick and dirty morning sex they’d just about had time for before the staff meeting.
He toes off his shoes and shrugs off his jacket, meaning to toss it over the back of the chair but realising John’s is already there.
It’s only then that he notices the breeze blowing gently through the room, causing goose-bumps on his arms and sees the balcony door partly open.
He thinks it fully open and steps quietly out into the cool night, lit by the planet’s two moons. John is sitting with his back against the wall, arms curled around bent knees, staring out, across the towers of the East pier, to the ocean.
It’s one of the best views in the Atlantis. It was the reason they’d chosen this room as their own, over the others they’d looked at nearer the main part of the city. If they were both home early, or at least, early for them, they would come and stand out here together and watch the moons rise.
Rodney steps closer and slides down the wall to sit next to John, it’s slightly awkward since he’s still in his uniform, but he manages. John is in sweats and an over-sized T-shirt with a geeky slogan on the front that Rodney recognises as his own and it makes something in his chest tighten.
John looks so vulnerable like this, the moonlight casting a strange glow that makes him look young and soft. And when John turns towards him, he almost gasps.
John’s expression is just as soft and sort of wistful and kind of awed and Rodney opens his mouth to ask all the questions rushing around his head, disturbing the stillness. Why are you looking at me like that, what are doing out here at this time of night, why aren’t you in bed?
But then John smiles at him, that open, happy, dorky smile that no-one else gets to see, and shifts so he’s tucked against Rodney’s chest, his head leaning on Rodney’s shoulder and goes back to staring out across the sea.
Rodney puts an arm around John’s shoulders and he still doesn’t know why they’re out here, his back is starting to protest about sitting on the floor and they have a staff meeting at 0700 but just now it really doesn’t matter.
Right now, all that matters is the sound of the ocean and the soft moonlight and John.