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Christmas Ficlets Cam/Ronon

Fandom: SG1/SGA

Category/Rated: Slash/PG

Year/Length: 2010/579 words

Pairing: Cam/Ronon

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, for which I should think they're profoundly grateful.

Author's Notes: For spillingvelvet, who asked for: Cam/Ronon, Christmas chicken[ish] cooked over a campfire

Feedback: Yes please. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad.

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"You really know how to show a guy a good time," Cam grumbled, pulling the blanket closer around himself, and trying to keep the light rain from falling down his neck.

Ronon grinned at him from the campfire, his face shadowed by the flicker of the flames in the rain, but still warm and happy. "Food, shelter, what more do you want?"

"Oh, I don't know. To be warm, dry, and inside?"

"Thought you flyers were tough." Ronon, of course, wasn't wearing a hat, didn't seem to care that he was getting cold and wet in his shirt sleeves as he turned the roasting chicken on the spit. On the other hand, Ronon was Satedan military, originally, and no-one in the Pegasus Alliance Forces was as tough as they were, whatever Teal'c and Jolan said about the Jaffa and the Sodan militaires respectively.

"We are tough. I did my basic training in a plane made mostly of wood, if you crashed, it splintered around you and you couldn't do a thing about it." Ronon just rolled his eyes, which Cam figured was fair enough; compared to some of the tales Ronon had told since they'd been assigned the same unit eight months ago, that didn't sound very tough. "And I trained with the Sodan."

Ronon made a noise of grudging agreement – very grudging.

Cam tipped his head back, looking up at what should have been a sky full of stars over the field they'd set up camp in. All he could see were clouds against the night sky, and then he got an eyeful of water. "This just wasn't what I had in mind when you asked me to go away with you for the holidays."

"I said camping."

"You don't have a tent." Which really didn't do much for Cam's argument. "You know it's summer on my world right now?"

"Summer for turn of year isn't right. It should be snowing, really."

"For the record, if you want to go camping in the snow, you'll have to find someone else to go with you."

"How about skiing?" Ronon looked down to his chicken, poking it experimentally. "I think this is done."

"Great," Cam said absently, handing over two of the Alliance's weird fold-up plates. "I didn't know you skied."

"Since I was a kid. My mother took us to the mountains every winter. Teal'c said you ski too."

"Yeah." Cam hesitated, but he was eating roast chicken in the rain at turn of the year with the guy. "You want to go, next time we get leave?"

Ronon nodded, moving to sit next to Cam with his plate of chicken. "Lend me a corner of your blanket?"

"Thought you said you were tough," Cam said, offering the edge of the blanket to Ronon.

"I am." Ronon snuggled in far closer to Cam than he'd expected, wrapping the blanket tight around the two of them.

"Okay, there?" Cam asked. When Ronon didn't say anything, he turned slightly, and found Ronon looking at him from very close. "What?"

Ronon touched Cam's arm, then leaned in close, and kissed him, soft and damp with rain, over before Cam could do anything except accept it.

"Better now," he said, leaning back. Even in the gloom, Cam could see him smiling, slow and pleased. "Eat your chicken."

"Right," Cam said blankly, chewing on a mouthful of actually really good chicken. Maybe the rain and the cold would be worth it after all.


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