Of the same kinds, class, or nature

She spent the whole jumper ride avoiding looking at either of them, and convincing herself that she wasn’t disappointed. That was, right up until they walked out of the ‘jumper bay, when Colonel Sheppard leaned over and whispered, “He’s right, Lieutenant - it doesn’t have to be nothing.”

That night, as she lay, covered in sweat and breathing hard, tangled helplessly in those intertwined limbs she’d imagined earlier, she grinned and thought that they were right. Definitely not nothing.


OH MY GOD THAT TOTALLY ATE MY BRAIN