Sorry, not betaed and English isn't my first language!
Elizabeth brings them cups of egg nogg, asking them, how they like the improvised christmas party so far.
"The mead could be stronger and less creamy" is what Ronon wants to say after taking a gulp, but doesn‘t, because Teyla wants to know more about the greenish twigs that are hanging mostly in doorways or on ceilings and people seem to be excited about; Ronon furrows his brows about Elisabeth's explanation: she pulls him then under one of the twigs and kisses him on the corner of his mouth – it doesn‘t have to be a romantic kiss, she says amused, at his confusion.
Teyla also hides her smirk behind her hand, musing if Kanaan knows about this interesting tradition – she hopes nobody showed it to him yet; Ronon leaves both women to laugh at him and decides to and check if there’s one of the twigs hanging somewhere in the sick bay. __
Thanks, btw, I'm going to turn this fill into a proper fic, to get my writing mojo back!
Stargate Atlantis, Christmas Traditions
Elizabeth brings them cups of egg nogg, asking them, how they like the improvised christmas party so far.
"The mead could be stronger and less creamy" is what Ronon wants to say after taking a gulp, but doesn‘t, because Teyla wants to know more about the greenish twigs that are hanging mostly in doorways or on ceilings and people seem to be excited about; Ronon furrows his brows about Elisabeth's explanation: she pulls him then under one of the twigs and kisses him on the corner of his mouth – it doesn‘t have to be a romantic kiss, she says amused, at his confusion.
Teyla also hides her smirk behind her hand, musing if Kanaan knows about this interesting tradition – she hopes nobody showed it to him yet; Ronon leaves both women to laugh at him and decides to and check if there’s one of the twigs hanging somewhere in the sick bay.
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Thanks, btw, I'm going to turn this fill into a proper fic, to get my writing mojo back!