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Title: Even Without Sight
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: Anything with McKay in Stargate, but none really.
Warnings: Sex.
Notes: For smut_69 , #22 Blindfold. Love to 11nine73 for the beta



She liked to blindfold Rodney because he was less likely to ramble to the
point of distraction if he couldn't see her. She found that he didn't have
anything to start him off. She had been paying attention, taking mental
notes while they were having sex, of what he said to her.

He always started with 'God Sam you're so beautiful' or something similar
and once he started he was impossible to stop.

Not impossible. Hard unless she gagged him with the rubber ball…thing she
had bought last month. Tying material over his mouth wasn't enough, he
mumbled, and it was more distracting because she often found herself trying
to figure out what he was saying even though she knew it would be gibberish.

He was enough of a geek to ramble out equations when they had sex.

She didn't like the ball…thing too much though because it meant he couldn't
kiss her and she quite liked his lips, when they weren't forming any words.

The blindfold was working though. She had tried just turning out the lights
but she liked to see what they were doing. What she was doing.

Plus he was quite hot.

Not that she would ever actually tell him that. Having sex with him had
already created an egotistical monster, which she realised, wasn't much
different from before they started having sex. Just different.

He hadn't objected to the blindfold at first. He thought it was kinky and it
wasn't anything compared to what he had had her do, what he had had her
wear.

She wasn't going to forget the dungarees anytime soon.

He started to complain when she used it every time they had sex, every time
she was control. He soon learned to live with it when she told him she'd
never wear the dungarees again. Or her dress blues.

He didn't need to see her to fuck her as it turned out. He could just push
her down into the mattress with his body, his lips on her hers and his hands
on her breasts without any hesitation, with no problems.

He could run his hands over her skin, move down her body to her centre and
bring her off with his tongue with his vision completely black.

She liked him silent because there were much, much better things he could be
doing with his tongue. Like licking and sucking her clit as he fingered her
to a screaming orgasm.

She liked it when he made her scream.

He did it a lot. He was a geek and a weird kinky geek at that but he could
make her scream on a regular basis.

Even blindfolded.

Blindfolded he was focused and wasn't distracted by how she looked. He had
to enjoy the feel of her which worked quite well for both of them.
Especially when he could enter her so easily, control himself enough to
continue to kiss her and touch her and thrust into her, groaning and meaning
all the while.

She didn't mind the noises he made but when he rambled, the more aroused he
was, the faster he spoke and it was hard to keep track of it when he was
fucking so hard. Not that she needed to keep track of it or wanted to but it
was so distracting and sometimes he got things wrong. Quotes, equations,
theories. His brain was sloppy with the details when they had sex and it
shouldn't matter but it did and it was complete turn off.

She was a geek. Just like him.

Blindfolded, he could move, thrust into her, their hips colliding almost as
she arched her back in pleasure. Blindfolded he could pull her legs up,
angle her body and continue to move.

Blindfolded and fucking her, he could reach down between their bodies and
find her clit again and finish her off.

It certainly felt like it, like she was dying or something close to it (and
she knew because she'd actually died). She knew what it was like. Blacker
that it could be behind a blindfold.

The one thing the blindfold couldn't do was stop him from using her full
name. Stop him from shouting, sighing or crying out 'Samantha' when he came.
Not that she minded but sometimes he was so loud her neighbours heard and
the kids made fun of her for days afterwards, calling her Samantha.

Their dad could barely look at her for days afterwards.

Blindfolded he could roll onto his side and pull her close to him and hold
her and wait until she removed the blindfold or told him to remove it. Some
times she woke up to him panicking because he couldn't see.

Blindfolded, he couldn't see her but he still wanted her and that made her
feel better than any sex did.