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escapingrealityTitle: The Morning After
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rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Sex.
Summery: The title says it all.
Notes: Following directly after The Bed. 1337 words.
He woke to find Sam wrapped around him. Amazing. He smiled, wide and goofy, it felt amazing, and not because it was Sam Carter (but, wow) but it was an entirely different sort of amazing.
He felt warm, from the inside out, content almost.
He couldn't remember ever feeling content outside of the lab.
Her arms were around him, holding him tight and trapping his own arms. Her breasts were pressed into his back, her legs tangled up with his, and it was amazing. Massive IQ, and all the skin had reduced him to one word.
He didn't want to wake her, he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could but she wanted to see her as well as feel her. Wanted to see her face, asleep and relaxed, he loved watching her, not that he'd ever tell her that, she'd probably accuse him of stalking or voyeurism, or something unsavoury like that. And he wasn't like that, really, she was just really, really hot.
He twisted and turned in her grasp, rolling onto his other side, her arms still holding him tight, his legs now free. Her breasts were now pushed up against his chest, his morning erection nudging her thigh, and now he wanted to wake her.
Her eyes were closed, hair over her face, her mouth slack and slightly open.
“Beautiful.” She snorted and snuffled in her sleep suddenly, and he laughed. She still looked sexy.
He decided his body could wait, it wouldn't be the first time, and cuddled deeper into her hold and closed his eyes. He was just drifting off when he felt her tense up, he waited as she started to wake up, her hand brushing his thigh, rubbing against his semi-hard cock. He held onto the groan, waiting. He wasn't patient, never had been, and he wanted to push her onto her back and sink deep into her body.
She kissed him, lazy lips on his, and he liked the sweet slow pace it promised him. She promised him.
“Mmmmmorning,” she whispered. He smiled and kissed her back.
“Morning Sam.” Part of him wanted to know what she had to say about last night, but she moved closer to him, making him groan, again. “Sam,” he hissed. She grinned.
“Do we have time?” she asked.
“Do we ever?” he replied, moving an arm to swipe a path over her breasts, and down. She sighed, arching her body into the caress, “if there's an emergency, then everyone will just have to suffer without us.”
“You don't mean that,” she said, his hand teased the curls at her centre.
“I do, actually, after everything I've done for Atlantis, I think it's about time someone else saved the day so I can get some.”
“Get some?” She raised an eyebrow.
“You know what I mean.”
“I know.” She grinned at him, a lazy sleepy grin.
“I was worried you'd be gone when I woke up,” he said, letting her push him onto his back, and throw a leg over his body, using his arm to pull herself up straight.
“I wanted to stay,” she told him.
“Okay.” He smiled up at her, resting his hands on her hips.
“I wanted to ask you something,” she said, moving her hips, rubbing her clit on his erection. He groaned.
“What?” Her eyes drifted shut as she moved.
“What?” she said, her brain un-awake and aroused.
“What did you want to ask me?”
“I want to know, what this is, between us?”
“It's not just sex.”
“I know.”
“I care about you.”
“I know.
“Then what do you want to know.”
“You know I want Rodney.”
“I do?” He frowned, searching his aroused brain, he should've know Sam Carter would be the one to break his brain. Hopefully his body too. Women were the unsolvable puzzle, Sam Carter? Just her name hurt his head sometimes.
She kissed him, gentle and lazy lips on his again, and something clicked into place in his brain.
“I can't say it Sam,” he said, “not that I don't feel it, or do feel it, or otherwise, I just can't say it, not now, not so soon, I'm sure you can understand that, I mean, I'm just a man, a mediocre one at that and we're not very good at...”Sam put a hand on his lips to silence him.
“Don't put yourself down so much,” she said, “that's my job.”
“Funny.”
“I know.” She rose up onto her knees, one hand suddenly between her legs, on her clit, the other holding his erection. She sank down onto him and cried out. He loved how vocal she was, how open it all seemed.
“What about you?”
“What. About. Me?” she asked, shifting her hips, groaning as she made herself comfortable. He reached up and palmed a breast, this had always been, and always would be, his favourite position. More so now Sam was on top, her breasts on show and within such easy reach, her hair, loose and messy just skimming the top of her chest.
He felt it, he just couldn't say it. It terrified him. Didn't mean she couldn't say it. Say something.
“How do you feel?”
“Really, fucking good.”
“About me!”
Ohhhhhhhh.” He wasn't sure if that was realisation or just a moan because she had started to move.
“Sam,” he said, grabbing her hips again, trying to hold her still.
“I don't know,” she said, fighting against his grip. “I don't fucking know.” She started to move faster on top of him and he really didn't want to talk about it any more, because she leaned forward to rest her weight on his chest, palms flat, moving her hips faster, her insides and thighs squeezing him hard.
He held onto her hips tight, holding onto her and afraid that if he let go he'd slip out, or she'd just disappear and it was the last thing he wanted right now. All he wanted was her, all he had wanted for a very long time had been her and now, now he realised he had a whole new thing to worry about. Keeping her.
Oh God.
He let go of one side, running his fingertips over the slight swell of her stomach, and down to her centre. He rested his finger at her entrance, feeling his cock moving in and out of her body, he moaned, he was going to come too quickly, because damn, it had been too long since he'd had morning sex. He pressed his thumb down on her clit and she jerked against him.
“Oh,” she moaned, “again.” He did it again, circling her clit with his thumb this time, reaching up with his other hand to pinch her nipples and she cried out quietly, once, twice her hips slamming against his and she came. As she held herself up on his chest, riding out her orgasm, he held onto her hips again and started to thrust up hard into her contracting body until he came himself, her name a silent cry on his lips, blinded for the moment.
She collapsed on top of him when they had both calmed a little, head buried in his neck.
“I'm sorry Rodney?”
“What for?”
“I can't tell you how I feel.”
“Neither can I.” She pulled away from him to look at his face.
“You're more insecure than me. I figured you needed it to hear it more.”
“Maybe.” He shrugged.
“God we're so fucked up,” she groaned, rolling onto her back. He had to laugh at that, he didn't think a relationship with Sam Carter would be easy, or normal, but he had expected her to be able to handle it. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, because, he was kinda hoping she would guide him through this.
“It'll be okay.”
“Oh now I know we're doomed.” She grinned at him, kissing him on the lips.
“Cute, very cute,” he said.
“I know. Shower?”
“Hot, very hot.”
Author:
rollesonFandom: SGA
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Sex.
Summery: The title says it all.
Notes: Following directly after The Bed. 1337 words.
He woke to find Sam wrapped around him. Amazing. He smiled, wide and goofy, it felt amazing, and not because it was Sam Carter (but, wow) but it was an entirely different sort of amazing.
He felt warm, from the inside out, content almost.
He couldn't remember ever feeling content outside of the lab.
Her arms were around him, holding him tight and trapping his own arms. Her breasts were pressed into his back, her legs tangled up with his, and it was amazing. Massive IQ, and all the skin had reduced him to one word.
He didn't want to wake her, he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could but she wanted to see her as well as feel her. Wanted to see her face, asleep and relaxed, he loved watching her, not that he'd ever tell her that, she'd probably accuse him of stalking or voyeurism, or something unsavoury like that. And he wasn't like that, really, she was just really, really hot.
He twisted and turned in her grasp, rolling onto his other side, her arms still holding him tight, his legs now free. Her breasts were now pushed up against his chest, his morning erection nudging her thigh, and now he wanted to wake her.
Her eyes were closed, hair over her face, her mouth slack and slightly open.
“Beautiful.” She snorted and snuffled in her sleep suddenly, and he laughed. She still looked sexy.
He decided his body could wait, it wouldn't be the first time, and cuddled deeper into her hold and closed his eyes. He was just drifting off when he felt her tense up, he waited as she started to wake up, her hand brushing his thigh, rubbing against his semi-hard cock. He held onto the groan, waiting. He wasn't patient, never had been, and he wanted to push her onto her back and sink deep into her body.
She kissed him, lazy lips on his, and he liked the sweet slow pace it promised him. She promised him.
“Mmmmmorning,” she whispered. He smiled and kissed her back.
“Morning Sam.” Part of him wanted to know what she had to say about last night, but she moved closer to him, making him groan, again. “Sam,” he hissed. She grinned.
“Do we have time?” she asked.
“Do we ever?” he replied, moving an arm to swipe a path over her breasts, and down. She sighed, arching her body into the caress, “if there's an emergency, then everyone will just have to suffer without us.”
“You don't mean that,” she said, his hand teased the curls at her centre.
“I do, actually, after everything I've done for Atlantis, I think it's about time someone else saved the day so I can get some.”
“Get some?” She raised an eyebrow.
“You know what I mean.”
“I know.” She grinned at him, a lazy sleepy grin.
“I was worried you'd be gone when I woke up,” he said, letting her push him onto his back, and throw a leg over his body, using his arm to pull herself up straight.
“I wanted to stay,” she told him.
“Okay.” He smiled up at her, resting his hands on her hips.
“I wanted to ask you something,” she said, moving her hips, rubbing her clit on his erection. He groaned.
“What?” Her eyes drifted shut as she moved.
“What?” she said, her brain un-awake and aroused.
“What did you want to ask me?”
“I want to know, what this is, between us?”
“It's not just sex.”
“I know.”
“I care about you.”
“I know.
“Then what do you want to know.”
“You know I want Rodney.”
“I do?” He frowned, searching his aroused brain, he should've know Sam Carter would be the one to break his brain. Hopefully his body too. Women were the unsolvable puzzle, Sam Carter? Just her name hurt his head sometimes.
She kissed him, gentle and lazy lips on his again, and something clicked into place in his brain.
“I can't say it Sam,” he said, “not that I don't feel it, or do feel it, or otherwise, I just can't say it, not now, not so soon, I'm sure you can understand that, I mean, I'm just a man, a mediocre one at that and we're not very good at...”Sam put a hand on his lips to silence him.
“Don't put yourself down so much,” she said, “that's my job.”
“Funny.”
“I know.” She rose up onto her knees, one hand suddenly between her legs, on her clit, the other holding his erection. She sank down onto him and cried out. He loved how vocal she was, how open it all seemed.
“What about you?”
“What. About. Me?” she asked, shifting her hips, groaning as she made herself comfortable. He reached up and palmed a breast, this had always been, and always would be, his favourite position. More so now Sam was on top, her breasts on show and within such easy reach, her hair, loose and messy just skimming the top of her chest.
He felt it, he just couldn't say it. It terrified him. Didn't mean she couldn't say it. Say something.
“How do you feel?”
“Really, fucking good.”
“About me!”
Ohhhhhhhh.” He wasn't sure if that was realisation or just a moan because she had started to move.
“Sam,” he said, grabbing her hips again, trying to hold her still.
“I don't know,” she said, fighting against his grip. “I don't fucking know.” She started to move faster on top of him and he really didn't want to talk about it any more, because she leaned forward to rest her weight on his chest, palms flat, moving her hips faster, her insides and thighs squeezing him hard.
He held onto her hips tight, holding onto her and afraid that if he let go he'd slip out, or she'd just disappear and it was the last thing he wanted right now. All he wanted was her, all he had wanted for a very long time had been her and now, now he realised he had a whole new thing to worry about. Keeping her.
Oh God.
He let go of one side, running his fingertips over the slight swell of her stomach, and down to her centre. He rested his finger at her entrance, feeling his cock moving in and out of her body, he moaned, he was going to come too quickly, because damn, it had been too long since he'd had morning sex. He pressed his thumb down on her clit and she jerked against him.
“Oh,” she moaned, “again.” He did it again, circling her clit with his thumb this time, reaching up with his other hand to pinch her nipples and she cried out quietly, once, twice her hips slamming against his and she came. As she held herself up on his chest, riding out her orgasm, he held onto her hips again and started to thrust up hard into her contracting body until he came himself, her name a silent cry on his lips, blinded for the moment.
She collapsed on top of him when they had both calmed a little, head buried in his neck.
“I'm sorry Rodney?”
“What for?”
“I can't tell you how I feel.”
“Neither can I.” She pulled away from him to look at his face.
“You're more insecure than me. I figured you needed it to hear it more.”
“Maybe.” He shrugged.
“God we're so fucked up,” she groaned, rolling onto her back. He had to laugh at that, he didn't think a relationship with Sam Carter would be easy, or normal, but he had expected her to be able to handle it. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, because, he was kinda hoping she would guide him through this.
“It'll be okay.”
“Oh now I know we're doomed.” She grinned at him, kissing him on the lips.
“Cute, very cute,” he said.
“I know. Shower?”
“Hot, very hot.”
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Date: 2008-07-28 10:04 pm (UTC)