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vocab_drabblesTitle: Sore Feet, Warm Heart
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis (my President-Elect Evan Lorne AU)
Author: SquidgiePDX
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
Characters/Pairings: Evan Lorne/David Parrish
Warnings: None
Summary: Evan and David stumble into their White House bedroom after hours of partying and dancing at his second inauguration.
Note: In this AU, Evan Lorne is the President of the United States, and David Parrish is his husband. The whole AU is here on AO3 or here on SqWA.
Evan trailed David into the Residence, a little drunk on not just the champagne they'd shared but also the well-wishes of the White House staff and his friends. His reelection was two months behind him, and he ached to get out of the new shoes that he had danced in with David at all of the inauguration balls thrown to celebrate Evan taking the Oath of Office for his second term.
He was exhausted but happy. When he fell into bed a few minutes later he was practically out. That is until David sat down on the bed next to him.
"Ev?" David asked in a sing-song voice. He felt his husband's blunt fingernails scratch through his hair. "Evan, you've got to get up and take that tux off."
Evan turned over with a jaw-cracking yawn. "Boo, I'm too tired." He smiled and added, "Besides. I'm the reelected leader of the free world. I can fall asleep in a suit if I want to." He missed whatever David was about to say because Emma, their Great Dane, jumped up on the bed between them. She licked Evan's face first, then David's, and then turned to lean over the edge of the bed to whine at Barkley. When Barkley didn't move, Emma and Evan both turned to David. Somehow Evan had managed to match Emma's hang-dog look for long enough that David got up from the bed, picked up Barkley, and deposited the kitten on Emma's chest.
When David didn't return to bed immediately, Evan thought he'd gotten away with it. But David's "Evan Christopher Lorne!" comment got him to sit up. He knew that tone.
"Yes, dear," Evan replied and began untying his bowtie. He handed it over to David, then shrugged out of his jacket before standing up and shimmying out of his pants, letting them puddle at his feet.
"Like I would ever let you sleep in a Huge Boss suit."
After Evan had gone through his evening ablutions he crawled into bed next to David, careful not to disturb the dog and cat curled up at their feet. He reached over to David for a kiss and smiled as David looked up at him through his eyelashes. Silence stretched between them, broken when David whispered, "I wonder what they're going to call you now?"
"What do you mean?"
David sighed, then reached for Evan's hand. "When you took the oath the first time, they called you an iconoclast," he practically whispered. "What do you call a person who turns almost 250 years of tradition on its head a second time?"
With a shrug, Evan said, "I'm not a trailblazer or iconoclast or anything of what those journalists call me." David opened his mouth to speak, but Evan continued, "I'm just a guy with a pretty cool job who has the best husband in the world."
"Oh, Ev," David said. He scooted closer, kissed Evan, and laid his head on Evan's chest.
Evan smiled. "Love you, too, Boo."
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis (my President-Elect Evan Lorne AU)
Author: SquidgiePDX
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
Characters/Pairings: Evan Lorne/David Parrish
Warnings: None
Summary: Evan and David stumble into their White House bedroom after hours of partying and dancing at his second inauguration.
Note: In this AU, Evan Lorne is the President of the United States, and David Parrish is his husband. The whole AU is here on AO3 or here on SqWA.
Evan trailed David into the Residence, a little drunk on not just the champagne they'd shared but also the well-wishes of the White House staff and his friends. His reelection was two months behind him, and he ached to get out of the new shoes that he had danced in with David at all of the inauguration balls thrown to celebrate Evan taking the Oath of Office for his second term.
He was exhausted but happy. When he fell into bed a few minutes later he was practically out. That is until David sat down on the bed next to him.
"Ev?" David asked in a sing-song voice. He felt his husband's blunt fingernails scratch through his hair. "Evan, you've got to get up and take that tux off."
Evan turned over with a jaw-cracking yawn. "Boo, I'm too tired." He smiled and added, "Besides. I'm the reelected leader of the free world. I can fall asleep in a suit if I want to." He missed whatever David was about to say because Emma, their Great Dane, jumped up on the bed between them. She licked Evan's face first, then David's, and then turned to lean over the edge of the bed to whine at Barkley. When Barkley didn't move, Emma and Evan both turned to David. Somehow Evan had managed to match Emma's hang-dog look for long enough that David got up from the bed, picked up Barkley, and deposited the kitten on Emma's chest.
When David didn't return to bed immediately, Evan thought he'd gotten away with it. But David's "Evan Christopher Lorne!" comment got him to sit up. He knew that tone.
"Yes, dear," Evan replied and began untying his bowtie. He handed it over to David, then shrugged out of his jacket before standing up and shimmying out of his pants, letting them puddle at his feet.
"Like I would ever let you sleep in a Huge Boss suit."
After Evan had gone through his evening ablutions he crawled into bed next to David, careful not to disturb the dog and cat curled up at their feet. He reached over to David for a kiss and smiled as David looked up at him through his eyelashes. Silence stretched between them, broken when David whispered, "I wonder what they're going to call you now?"
"What do you mean?"
David sighed, then reached for Evan's hand. "When you took the oath the first time, they called you an iconoclast," he practically whispered. "What do you call a person who turns almost 250 years of tradition on its head a second time?"
With a shrug, Evan said, "I'm not a trailblazer or iconoclast or anything of what those journalists call me." David opened his mouth to speak, but Evan continued, "I'm just a guy with a pretty cool job who has the best husband in the world."
"Oh, Ev," David said. He scooted closer, kissed Evan, and laid his head on Evan's chest.
Evan smiled. "Love you, too, Boo."
