Nescafe fic: instant, sweet 'n' hot (SGA; Zelenka/McKay) and very, very short

[lobelia321]

Zelenka looks at McKay's mouth.

He looks at McKay's mouth because he wants to kiss McKay's mouth.

This is not possible.

Zelenka knows this is not possible. It is not within the realm of professional possibility.

On the other hand...

McKay is unconscious and will never know.

McKay is in the infirmary, on a sheet of pure lily linen, his head cradled on a polyester standard-issue pillow, his arm hooked up to one of those catheter things.

There is a tiny scratch in the corner of McKay's mouth.

Off-world traces.

People bustle in and out, as they do, but nobody's bustling around McKay's bed because McKay "needs rest", doctor's orders, "rest and quiet", doctor's prescriptions, "and he'll be right in no time, nothing to worry about."

Zelenka is not worried.

The night shift appears. The lights are dimmed.

Zelenka is still there.

He bends over McKay's face and, holding his breath, plants a kiss on McKay's lips.

Just a quick one.

No tongue or anything.

No harm done.

McKay opens his eyes.


FIN.

Comments

[ukcalico.livejournal.com]

MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm, off-world traces.

*adores you*

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

You are a sweetoo! *smoochiepoohs you*

Nice icon!!

[ukcalico.livejournal.com]

I like my icon! Shieldbiting warriors exciting themselves pre-battle, courtesy the British Museum. Mmmm.

[brightest-blue.livejournal.com]

Hee! Excellent!

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :-)

[tansu.livejournal.com]

Wanting-to-kiss is a wonderful state of mind and good to write about.

I broke a very very very long writing dry spell rcently with a little piece about Heikki Kovalainen wanting to kiss Lewis Hamilton. (Beautiful racing drivers who want each other desperately - has this earth anything all that more delicious to offer?)

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Goodness, I've never even heard of these racing men! But yes, I can see the attraction. Oh yes.