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July 2007
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John Sheppard [userpic]

John is sitting in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee. He's spent a while watching the twins sleep. He knows Gilly would be ecstatic if he woke her up for snuggling, but he can't quite bring himself to do it. So instead he made coffee and has hidden out.

He feels weird, here. There's no echo of ocean, and everything is just...wrong.

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"Mm. Who came up with that?"

"I did. The rest of you people have no imagination."

"You're a genius, baby."

"Yeah, I know." She kisses him.

He makes a vague noise and kisses back.

She strokes his hair and then lets go, giving him a nudge.

He smiles down at her for a moment. "I haven't told you yet."

"Told me what?"

"That I love you."

"Well, I knew that."

"I know you do. I like telling you anyway."

"I love you too. Even when I'm mad."

"Good. Need you to keep me in check."

"Yeah, yeah." She leads him up to the bedroom she's given him and Elizabeth.

He pats her ass as he goes along.

"I thought we were going to bed to talk."

"Then you can keep your hands off my ass."

"Mmmmmmnoooo. I don't think I can."

"I think you can."

"Maybe if I'd seen you recently."

"Mmm." She pushes the door open.

He tugs her straight over to the bed and stretchs out.

She kicks her shoes off and shimmies out of her clothes.

John does not bother being undressed. If he stays dressed, that is two whole minutes he can stay with his wife in the morning.