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escapingrealityTitle: The Dinner
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rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: PG-13/R
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Talk of sex.
Summery: He went all out with the dinner.
Notes: Part Three of The Deal. 768 words.
Dinner was supposed to be easy. The orgasm was supposed to be the challenge, but then perhaps he was 'magic fingers McKay', because she had been pretty happy with it, with him.
This was hard though, sitting across from her, trying to be socialable, something he was really bad at. Sex yes, social situations no. Which was frustrating, because more often than not, he had to get past a social situation to get to the sex. Which was why he didn't get nearly as much sex as he wanted.
Plus, after this, there was the promise of a blow job, and it was really hard to concentrate when he had the memory of her orgasm, and the promise of, that, on his mind all the way through dinner.
Which, as far as the food went, was good. He'd gone all out, made the effort for her. He'd pretty much taken over the Atlantien kitchens, burnt his left hand and his right arm, but it had been worth it because Sam was enjoying it.
They had a lot to talk about, argue about, always had, it had always been a personality clash that had been the problem. His, he hated to admit, because he had always known they'd end up together in some capacity and had probably been a little too smug in knowing this. The fact that he knew everything didn't always play well with people, especially Sam, who continued to convince him, and herself, that she was smarter than him.
She was as smart him, he'd admit, and much better looking. They'd both saved the world, the day, their own lives and others, several times over. They'd both made devastating mistakes.
“What you thinking about McKay?” she asked, taking another bite of potato.
“All the stuff I've screwed up.” Sam Carter was probably the last person he should admit anything too, because he was sure she'd be,one of, the most likely to cut him down, but when she didn't say anything, he was surprised.
Or maybe she was just eating.
“You shouldn't think like that,” she said, “easier said than done, I know, but it'll drive you crazy.”
“I think it already has.” She laughed.
“Then it's an improvement.”
“I swear there was a compliment in that.”
“Don't be so surprised Rodney, I'm pretty sure just kissing you is a compliment.”
“I think there was an insult in that one.” She laughed again and he really liked it when she laughed, because it meant she wasn't angry with him. Which was a good thing. Unless there was bondage involved. He shook his head clear and saw him looking at him strangely.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
“Having dinner?”
“Why?” He was confused, wasn't it obvious?
“Because we agreed, dinner and an orgasm for a, you know...” He waved his hand in the direction of his crotch.
“Why? I mean, why from me?”
“Because you're really hot?” He frowned. “Are you done with dinner?” She nodded and he collected up their plates and disappeared, returning with two bowls of jello and whipped cream. “It's your favourite right? Blue?”
“Yes.”
“I remembered from when we first met, you went straight for the blue.”
“You were a jerk when we first met.” He frowned again, and blushed a little.
“Do you still think I'm a jerk now?” He asked, sitting opposite her again.
“No.”
“Then, what's wrong?” The tone had changed so much in so little time, it had gone from simple dinner conversation (well, quantum physics was simple to them) to this. To something twice as serious and intense, and out of his depth. He could feel the panic rising. “Are you ending this? I mean, I know we made a deal, but you don't have to go through with it if you don't want you, I mean, uhm, it's not really the, you know, the blow job I care about,” he stopped his ramble then, very aware of what he had been about to admit.
“Keep talking Rodney,” she said softly, standing up.
“What I mean to say is, it was never just about....sex.” She pulled him up to his feet.
“Yes?”
“It was about you. I'll admit, that first kiss, in my lab was, mostly lust fuelled, but I have always cared for you, more so since, you know.”
“I really don't.” He didn't explain and kissed her instead, the gentle movement of his lips over hers and she sighed into it, wrapping her arms around him.
When they broke apart, she smiled, still holding him close, dessert sitting uneaten on the table beside them.
“A deal is a deal,” she said, “but it doesn't stop there.”
“No,” he said firmly.
“Good.”
Author:
rollesonFandom: SGA
Rating: PG-13/R
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Talk of sex.
Summery: He went all out with the dinner.
Notes: Part Three of The Deal. 768 words.
Dinner was supposed to be easy. The orgasm was supposed to be the challenge, but then perhaps he was 'magic fingers McKay', because she had been pretty happy with it, with him.
This was hard though, sitting across from her, trying to be socialable, something he was really bad at. Sex yes, social situations no. Which was frustrating, because more often than not, he had to get past a social situation to get to the sex. Which was why he didn't get nearly as much sex as he wanted.
Plus, after this, there was the promise of a blow job, and it was really hard to concentrate when he had the memory of her orgasm, and the promise of, that, on his mind all the way through dinner.
Which, as far as the food went, was good. He'd gone all out, made the effort for her. He'd pretty much taken over the Atlantien kitchens, burnt his left hand and his right arm, but it had been worth it because Sam was enjoying it.
They had a lot to talk about, argue about, always had, it had always been a personality clash that had been the problem. His, he hated to admit, because he had always known they'd end up together in some capacity and had probably been a little too smug in knowing this. The fact that he knew everything didn't always play well with people, especially Sam, who continued to convince him, and herself, that she was smarter than him.
She was as smart him, he'd admit, and much better looking. They'd both saved the world, the day, their own lives and others, several times over. They'd both made devastating mistakes.
“What you thinking about McKay?” she asked, taking another bite of potato.
“All the stuff I've screwed up.” Sam Carter was probably the last person he should admit anything too, because he was sure she'd be,one of, the most likely to cut him down, but when she didn't say anything, he was surprised.
Or maybe she was just eating.
“You shouldn't think like that,” she said, “easier said than done, I know, but it'll drive you crazy.”
“I think it already has.” She laughed.
“Then it's an improvement.”
“I swear there was a compliment in that.”
“Don't be so surprised Rodney, I'm pretty sure just kissing you is a compliment.”
“I think there was an insult in that one.” She laughed again and he really liked it when she laughed, because it meant she wasn't angry with him. Which was a good thing. Unless there was bondage involved. He shook his head clear and saw him looking at him strangely.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
“Having dinner?”
“Why?” He was confused, wasn't it obvious?
“Because we agreed, dinner and an orgasm for a, you know...” He waved his hand in the direction of his crotch.
“Why? I mean, why from me?”
“Because you're really hot?” He frowned. “Are you done with dinner?” She nodded and he collected up their plates and disappeared, returning with two bowls of jello and whipped cream. “It's your favourite right? Blue?”
“Yes.”
“I remembered from when we first met, you went straight for the blue.”
“You were a jerk when we first met.” He frowned again, and blushed a little.
“Do you still think I'm a jerk now?” He asked, sitting opposite her again.
“No.”
“Then, what's wrong?” The tone had changed so much in so little time, it had gone from simple dinner conversation (well, quantum physics was simple to them) to this. To something twice as serious and intense, and out of his depth. He could feel the panic rising. “Are you ending this? I mean, I know we made a deal, but you don't have to go through with it if you don't want you, I mean, uhm, it's not really the, you know, the blow job I care about,” he stopped his ramble then, very aware of what he had been about to admit.
“Keep talking Rodney,” she said softly, standing up.
“What I mean to say is, it was never just about....sex.” She pulled him up to his feet.
“Yes?”
“It was about you. I'll admit, that first kiss, in my lab was, mostly lust fuelled, but I have always cared for you, more so since, you know.”
“I really don't.” He didn't explain and kissed her instead, the gentle movement of his lips over hers and she sighed into it, wrapping her arms around him.
When they broke apart, she smiled, still holding him close, dessert sitting uneaten on the table beside them.
“A deal is a deal,” she said, “but it doesn't stop there.”
“No,” he said firmly.
“Good.”
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