i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

Oh, this was *lovely*, dear. I get a giddy little thrill every time I see you've written another sga fic.

Rodney laughs, and later, when he's fucking John slow and sure, he whispers the names of Earth constellations against the back of John's neck. Andromeda. Cassiopeia. The Seven Sisters. Aquarius. Capricorn. Perseus.

John comes, shuddering, when Rodney presses his mouth against John's ear and says, Pegasus.

I had to read that paragraph three times before I could carry on because the images it brought were so beautiful.

I miss the stars, Manchester has some of the worst light pollution in the UK and I only get to see them when I go back to my parents. And even then, I'm still not used to the stars in the northerm hemisphere, I keep looking for constellations from my childhood instead.