I'm sure that everyone's heard the news by now, but in case you haven't: both the House and the Senate have voted to repeal DADT.
Yes, there are steps to be taken, and no, it's not an immediate end to the law, but it's still a cause for celebration! So break out the eggnog, put on your hilarious dancing music, shimmy around (it's okay, I won't watch), and enjoy some making-out-in-the-Gate-room fic:
Dial-in from Earth was scheduled at 1300, so when the wormhole engaged at 0645, John was a little worried to see Harriman's face on the screen.
"Incoming package," he said, far too cheerily for anyone's tastes, and John nodded to Chuck, who lowered the shield. Twenty seconds later, a beaming Cameron Mitchell strode through the event horizon.
John walked to the balcony and tried to cover his surprise with a casually-raised eyebrow. "Mitchell," he drawled. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
Cam grinned up at him, delight and mischief, as he grabbed Corporal Wayne by the front of his tac vest and yanked him in, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. John's other eyebrow shot straight into his hairline as Cam made his way to the stairs, repeating his actions with each Marine he passed, until he jogged up and made his way over to John.
"I have the feeling I'm going to love the explanation for this one," John told him. Cam grinned, grabbed him, and crushed their mouths together.
This wasn't the same sloppy kiss Cam had planted on the SFs. No, this one was expertly delivered, Cam deepening the pressure until John parted his lips, Cam's tongue sliding into John's mouth. John wrapped his arms around Cam's waist automatically, and Cam leaned their bodies back against the railing of the balcony John had just been leaning against. When Cam finally pulled back, his grin was wide and free.
"I love you," he said clearly, loudly, and John started to grin too, because-
Cam just grinned and kissed him again.
Feel free to post your own ficlet/drabble/comment here! Let's celebrate!