I wish you would write a fic where one half of a ship fosters an adorable puppy or kitten. (Beware, I'm throwing this at every person I see reblog it. I need puppies and kittens and shippy fluff. ♡)
thank you, lovely! Have some very gentle, blink and you'll miss it McShep fluff. Sorry I think the cat's kind of fostered Rodney in this one...
"I thought I told you to shoo." Rodney mumbled sleepily as a rhythmic, rumbling purr woke him from the light doze he'd managed to fall into. The cave was quiet now, the fire merely embers glowing off to his right. His sleeping bag was tied tight around him, his head resting on his bundled up jacket. There was a soft pressure on his chest as the…creature clambered up his chest. Rodney groaned softly as a paw made an unnecessary amount of contact with a vital organ, but he made no attempt to stop the creature's progress. "Definitely a cat," He muttered, cracking one eye open in time to find a small face peering into his own. Large brown eyes stared down at him, utterly unrepentant, as the contented rumble continued. "No thought for anyone else's comfort." He glared up at whatever passed for an alien cat - well kitten really - and immediately received a faceful of fur as it gently rubbed against his nose. "Fine, fine," He shifted, tugging one arm free so he could reach the zipper of the bag. The cat wriggled inside the moment there was space, settling across his shoulder, its head tucked into his neck, its purr reverberating right into his skull. "Don't go telling anyone though, okay?" A soft mew was his only response, "Last thing I need is another pet. Ronon's not even house-trained yet." He muttered, already drifting off to sleep, whilst next to him John smirked into his own makeshift pillow. Cat - 1, Rodney - 0.
