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Date: 2018-03-01 03:47 pm (UTC)
deploy: custom by <lj user="deploy"> (j18)
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I thought I was just the fling. That's what I'm used to being, too. Even told myself I liked it, for a while.

[The truth is, John's not very good at casual. He acts it, and people buy it, but at his core? He's a man who commits. Hard.

Falling in love has always been too easy for him. He fell in love with Atlantis, and his newfound friends and family, almost right away. He would do anything for them, and has. Killed. Lied. Stolen. Anything.

John knows, watching Poe as he struggles to speak, his voice soft and uncertain, that he would do anything for him, too.

He kisses Poe's inner wrist, over his pulse, with all the tenderness of the love he feels, but doesn't know how to say.

It scares him that he wants to say it.

Don't go off the deep-end, John. Don't scare him away. Don't fuck this up. Don't get greedy.

Remember your mission.


He only half-listens to the voice that's been keeping him sane the past few years, through all the loss, and the pain. Cautious, and always anticipating the worst.]


You're mine. That's what you are. Deal with it.
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