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dontwantmebackTitle: Sexytimes Part Fourteen - Rockstars
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis/Veronica Mars
Pairing: John/Veronica
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Length: 469 words
John hadn't gotten a say in it when Veronica announced Evan and his wife were coming over for dinner. It was the middle of summer and they'd just announced to the public that they'd gotten married on a whim, immediately had to go to LA where Veronica could make it up to her friends and her father. Which turned into Veronica inviting her best friend to their LA home, that used to be her home, and declared it barbeque night. They'd shopped, bought all the expensive stuff, she'd forbidden him from working barring uncontrollable inspiration, and they spent the afternoon waiting for the other couple to come around.
The problem with waiting was that neither John nor Veronica were very good at it. They were all around terrible at it and were quickly bored, got distracted and one thing led to another, and suddenly they were standing in the kitchen, making out and trying to get one another out of their clothes like a pair of teenagers. Or the newlyweds they were even though nothing had really changed. Nothing changing might have been what started it though; it was the same inability to keep their hands off one another that had ended in where they were anyway.
It has gotten them in trouble before and apparently it was going to get them in trouble again.
They quickly lost track of the time, forgot all together that they were expecting company, and apparently Veronica forgot to mention that her friend was the sort of guy who just walked into her house. They shot apart when out of nowhere the door opened and Evan called out to them, his wife chastising him about knocking at other people's houses. They were both lucky that they'd had to perfect quick changes of clothes in their line of work and were able to have themselves back together for the most part by the time their guests poked their heads into the kitchen.
It wasn't completely fixed up though and John was still buttoning his shirt, Veronica hadn't straightened her hair and they got a pair of knowing looks.
"What're you up to?" Evan asked, wide grin and barely restrained laughter.
"What does it look like they were doing?" John decided he liked Evan's wife a lot, because she followed that up by smacking her husband's shoulder. "That's why I keep telling you to knock."
Trying to be polite, John said it was fine, no big deal, at least partially their own fault. But Veronica was having none of that, and punched her friend in the shoulder.
"Your timing sucks. You couldn't have shown up ten minutes later? Or at least knock for once in your life?"
Evan just laughed. "Maybe you just shouldn't have sex in the kitchen when you know I'm coming over."
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis/Veronica Mars
Pairing: John/Veronica
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Length: 469 words
John hadn't gotten a say in it when Veronica announced Evan and his wife were coming over for dinner. It was the middle of summer and they'd just announced to the public that they'd gotten married on a whim, immediately had to go to LA where Veronica could make it up to her friends and her father. Which turned into Veronica inviting her best friend to their LA home, that used to be her home, and declared it barbeque night. They'd shopped, bought all the expensive stuff, she'd forbidden him from working barring uncontrollable inspiration, and they spent the afternoon waiting for the other couple to come around.
The problem with waiting was that neither John nor Veronica were very good at it. They were all around terrible at it and were quickly bored, got distracted and one thing led to another, and suddenly they were standing in the kitchen, making out and trying to get one another out of their clothes like a pair of teenagers. Or the newlyweds they were even though nothing had really changed. Nothing changing might have been what started it though; it was the same inability to keep their hands off one another that had ended in where they were anyway.
It has gotten them in trouble before and apparently it was going to get them in trouble again.
They quickly lost track of the time, forgot all together that they were expecting company, and apparently Veronica forgot to mention that her friend was the sort of guy who just walked into her house. They shot apart when out of nowhere the door opened and Evan called out to them, his wife chastising him about knocking at other people's houses. They were both lucky that they'd had to perfect quick changes of clothes in their line of work and were able to have themselves back together for the most part by the time their guests poked their heads into the kitchen.
It wasn't completely fixed up though and John was still buttoning his shirt, Veronica hadn't straightened her hair and they got a pair of knowing looks.
"What're you up to?" Evan asked, wide grin and barely restrained laughter.
"What does it look like they were doing?" John decided he liked Evan's wife a lot, because she followed that up by smacking her husband's shoulder. "That's why I keep telling you to knock."
Trying to be polite, John said it was fine, no big deal, at least partially their own fault. But Veronica was having none of that, and punched her friend in the shoulder.
"Your timing sucks. You couldn't have shown up ten minutes later? Or at least knock for once in your life?"
Evan just laughed. "Maybe you just shouldn't have sex in the kitchen when you know I'm coming over."