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escapingreality2008-07-28 10:36 pm
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Title: The Shower
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rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: Grace Under Pressure
Warnings: Sex
Summery: In the shower discussing the blue bra.
Notes: Set immediately after The Morning After. 810 words.
“You know, this is one of my favourite fantasies,” McKay muttered into her skin, “you, wet, and hot.”
“Uh-huh,” she replied, concentrating on the feel of his tongue sliding over her nipple. She was resting back against the wall of the shower, Rodney bending over to lap at her breasts, warm water cascading over them both.
“That and the blue bra of course,” he added, dropping to his knees in front of her.
“You gotta tell me, Rod-ney,” her voice got caught on his name when she felt his tongue flat on her clit, she panted for a moment before trying to talk again. “What's the story with the blue bra?”
“Did you hear about when I was trapped in the puddlejumper?”
“Which time?” he laughed, his breath over her centre making her shudder and moan.
“At the bottom of the ocean.”
“Oh yeah, yeeeaah,” he licked a line over her as she spoke, pushing his tongue into her, “what, what happened?” she gasped. He pulled away and she groaned.
“I was concussed,” he told her.
“Tell me later.” She put her hand on the back of his head and pushed his face towards her hips.
“You want me?” he said, flicking gently over her clit.
“Yes, I want you.”
“That is never going to get boring,” he said before thrusting his tongue into her body, gripping her thighs hard. She arched into the touch, one hand still on the back of his head, the other resting against the wall.
He pushed his tongue in and out of her, setting fast pace and fucking her. The water was making it hard to breathe but worth it for the taste of her and the noises she made. The little gasps that escaped her every time he pulled his tongue from her body to flick at her clit, the deep moan that vibrated through her when he fucked her as hard as he could with his tongue.
He sucked her clit, the movement sudden and making Sam scream out his name and God he could come from just that. He lapped at her as she shook and shuddered above him, bending over him slightly to stay on her feet, gripping his wet hair in between her fingers.
“Oh God, Rodney.”
Suddenly desperate he stood, grabbed his hard cock and started to pump his fist fast. She kissed him, barely aware of what he was doing until he moaned and came, spurting over her hip, jerking into her side.
“McKay!” The water washed everything away, “that was a waste.”
“I wasn't sure,” he breathed into her neck, “you'd want to.”
“At least ask next time!” She kissed him again, and smiled when he pulled away, picking up the wash cloth and some shower gel. He started to wash her, gently sweeping the soapy cloth over her body.
“Tell me about this bra.”
“Oh right!” He grinned. “I had a concussion and I started taking to myself and hallucinating.”
“Sounds like something that happened to me.”
“On the Prometheus, I know.” She raised an eyebrow at that, wondering exactly how he found out when she'd only told Daniel about her hallucinations. Though it wasn't like he was 'tight-lips Jackson'.
“My subconscious conjured up you to keep me sane and try and save myself.”
“And I was in my underwear?” She took the wash cloth from him to return the favour, squeezing a large amount of the green gel onto his shoulders.
“No, you were wearing jeans and this pink thing at first, but later, when the water level was rising, you, or I,” he waved a hand in the air, indicating his confusion, “was trying to stop me from making a brilliant calculation to save us, me, you stripped down to this blue bra and kissed me.”
“Riiiiight,” she said, swiping the cloth down his back, and over his ass, “so now me being wet or in a blue bra tops your fantasies about me.”
“Yes.” He was so enthusiastic about that for a moment, then realised how it looked, “I mean, you know...”
“What other fantasies do you have?” she asked, “about me?” she added, as if she had to clarify it.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Are they really that bad?”
“No! No, I'm just getting used to this,” he said, “the idea that you won't hurt me when I tell you exactly what I want to do to you.” He blushed bright red and she smiled, “and what I want you to do to me,” he added, voice quieter, nervous. She kissed him letting the water wash away the soap and his embarrassment.
“I look forward to it.”
“Do you have any fantasies?” She grinned at him and he swallowed hard, wondering how much trouble she could get him into, and how much he would enjoy it.
Author:
rollesonFandom: SGA
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: Grace Under Pressure
Warnings: Sex
Summery: In the shower discussing the blue bra.
Notes: Set immediately after The Morning After. 810 words.
“You know, this is one of my favourite fantasies,” McKay muttered into her skin, “you, wet, and hot.”
“Uh-huh,” she replied, concentrating on the feel of his tongue sliding over her nipple. She was resting back against the wall of the shower, Rodney bending over to lap at her breasts, warm water cascading over them both.
“That and the blue bra of course,” he added, dropping to his knees in front of her.
“You gotta tell me, Rod-ney,” her voice got caught on his name when she felt his tongue flat on her clit, she panted for a moment before trying to talk again. “What's the story with the blue bra?”
“Did you hear about when I was trapped in the puddlejumper?”
“Which time?” he laughed, his breath over her centre making her shudder and moan.
“At the bottom of the ocean.”
“Oh yeah, yeeeaah,” he licked a line over her as she spoke, pushing his tongue into her, “what, what happened?” she gasped. He pulled away and she groaned.
“I was concussed,” he told her.
“Tell me later.” She put her hand on the back of his head and pushed his face towards her hips.
“You want me?” he said, flicking gently over her clit.
“Yes, I want you.”
“That is never going to get boring,” he said before thrusting his tongue into her body, gripping her thighs hard. She arched into the touch, one hand still on the back of his head, the other resting against the wall.
He pushed his tongue in and out of her, setting fast pace and fucking her. The water was making it hard to breathe but worth it for the taste of her and the noises she made. The little gasps that escaped her every time he pulled his tongue from her body to flick at her clit, the deep moan that vibrated through her when he fucked her as hard as he could with his tongue.
He sucked her clit, the movement sudden and making Sam scream out his name and God he could come from just that. He lapped at her as she shook and shuddered above him, bending over him slightly to stay on her feet, gripping his wet hair in between her fingers.
“Oh God, Rodney.”
Suddenly desperate he stood, grabbed his hard cock and started to pump his fist fast. She kissed him, barely aware of what he was doing until he moaned and came, spurting over her hip, jerking into her side.
“McKay!” The water washed everything away, “that was a waste.”
“I wasn't sure,” he breathed into her neck, “you'd want to.”
“At least ask next time!” She kissed him again, and smiled when he pulled away, picking up the wash cloth and some shower gel. He started to wash her, gently sweeping the soapy cloth over her body.
“Tell me about this bra.”
“Oh right!” He grinned. “I had a concussion and I started taking to myself and hallucinating.”
“Sounds like something that happened to me.”
“On the Prometheus, I know.” She raised an eyebrow at that, wondering exactly how he found out when she'd only told Daniel about her hallucinations. Though it wasn't like he was 'tight-lips Jackson'.
“My subconscious conjured up you to keep me sane and try and save myself.”
“And I was in my underwear?” She took the wash cloth from him to return the favour, squeezing a large amount of the green gel onto his shoulders.
“No, you were wearing jeans and this pink thing at first, but later, when the water level was rising, you, or I,” he waved a hand in the air, indicating his confusion, “was trying to stop me from making a brilliant calculation to save us, me, you stripped down to this blue bra and kissed me.”
“Riiiiight,” she said, swiping the cloth down his back, and over his ass, “so now me being wet or in a blue bra tops your fantasies about me.”
“Yes.” He was so enthusiastic about that for a moment, then realised how it looked, “I mean, you know...”
“What other fantasies do you have?” she asked, “about me?” she added, as if she had to clarify it.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Are they really that bad?”
“No! No, I'm just getting used to this,” he said, “the idea that you won't hurt me when I tell you exactly what I want to do to you.” He blushed bright red and she smiled, “and what I want you to do to me,” he added, voice quieter, nervous. She kissed him letting the water wash away the soap and his embarrassment.
“I look forward to it.”
“Do you have any fantasies?” She grinned at him and he swallowed hard, wondering how much trouble she could get him into, and how much he would enjoy it.