First, a little short for
merryish, posted for the impromptu Jumping The Shark challenge
Wear SunscreenSGA, McKay/Sheppard, 293 words
Summary: Considering the odds...
The story is posted over in
merrymakings along with a bunch of other fun stories and tidbits -- jump on in if you have a chance!
And, um, now for something completely different -- I will just say
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I think I just blacked out from the hot. Christ. Further comments will have to wait until I can pry my brain down from the ceiling.
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see, and now I have to try and go to work like this: all sexed up and noplace to go. If I drag any of my coworkers into the supply closet, it will be All Your Fault.
By which I mean to say: great job! The was hot and hot and hot and in-character and hot and funny and hot and hot and oddly sweet and hot and hot and hot. And also: hot!
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"You're good," Ronon said, thoughtfully, to Rodney.
"Well, obviously," Rodney said, waving his free hand absently, attention focused down on where he was working John into something like an impossibly stretched-out orgasm that seemed like it would just go on and on. "Otherwise I'd have to be nice to people."
I'd have laughed, except that I was way too wound up in the hotness to be able to; but all of this is such a wonderful combination of lovely character stuff and OMG SO SEXY -- wow. (And John coming to think of himself as a woman, to like and feel at home in his female body -- we've come a long way from the days when slash fairly routinely disparaged women, haven't we? That gave me a whole 'nother kind of warm cozy feeling. My copyeditor's eye saw what you were doing with those pronouns, missy.)
I so love the image of Rodney as a sort of Santa Claus of sex, bringing toys and friends and anxiously hoping John will like them . . .
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