SGA: gravitational force constants
Title: gravitational force constants
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters/Pairings: Rodney McKay/Ronon Dex
Summary: Physics = hot. Ronon = hot. Physics + Ronon = ? If you carried the x and used the number of dreads as the exponent n, would you get...sex with Ronon?
Author's Notes: Written as a birthday fic for mklutz. Inspired by this T-shirt. First posted here.
Rodney was twitchy. 20th cup of coffee and triple dose of those nice medical stimulants twitchy. But instead of being in a lab in Atlantis with Zelenka, working overtime (for da man, oh yeah) to save the city once again (and what thanks did he get? nobody ever saved him blue jello!), he was stuck in a cave with Ronon, of all people, trying to disable a force field that was jamming their radios. And their exit.
Also, he was beginning to think that the alien fruit drinks (strawberry-maple tasting, and no citrus. he had made Sheppard check. god, that man could pout.) weren't so innocuous as they had appeared. For one thing, he was staring at Ronon's dreads with fascination. He wanted to run his fingers through them and then calculate the rate in which they would fall, bouncing lightly on Ronon's back. He shivered slightly, running the math in his head. Physics = hot. Ronon = hot. Physics + Ronon = ? If you carried the x and used the number of dreads as the exponent n, would you get...sex with Ronon? Really, he owed it to the scientific community to find out. But he was afraid Ronon would rip his arm off if he tried.
Rodney frowned. Actually, that might not be much of a problem now. Ronon, walking perimeter around the inside of the cave, stumbled into a large boulder and fell down. Rodney giggled. "You got to obey gravity," he informed Ronon, who was looking at the ground like he was wondering how he got there.
"Gravity?" Ronon asked, looking at him. Oooh, pretty eyes.
"It's the law," Rodney giggled again. "I have a T-shirt that says so."
Ronon scowled at him. "You're no help, McKay," he said, pushing himself up off the ground.
"I'm doing science," Rodney said indignantly. He fumbled for the crystal control box and tugged it into his lap. Maybe physics and Ronon wasn't the best combination after all. Despite the muscles. And the dreads. And the eyes. Deep, brown eyes.
"Yeah?" Ronon said, perking up.
Rodney nodded, trying to focus on feeling out the right crystal and not on Ronon's gruff baritone. (Would Ronon make more or less noise during sex? Certain parts of Rodney's anatomy were really hoping for more.) He was definitely steering away from strawberry-maple drinks after this. "Gonna get us out of here."
There was silence for a moment, and then Ronon said, "I don't want to be the Thing."
Rodney looked up. "What?"
"Teach me science." Ronon took two big strides towards Rodney, and, in a move completely and utterly stolen from Teyla, sank into a cross-legged sitting position in front of him.
"What?" Rodney repeated.
"I want to do what you do." Ronon pouted. Had he been taking lessons from Sheppard?
Rodney blinked. On one hand, it wasn't as if they weren't trapped in a tiny cave with no way to contact their teammates, stoned out of their minds on Pegasus weed. He didn't have time for this! They could run out of oxygen or be forced to drink their own urine if Rodney didn't disable the force field soon.
But, on the other hand, the light from the force field illuminated Ronon's face in new and intriguing ways. And all good scientific discovery grants allowed funding for training.
Rodney leaned in, just a bit. "The thing you have to understand about science is that though results are very important -" he tapped the top of the control box " - the process you use to get those result can be equally significant."
He looked at Ronon's eager face and, putting the control box to one side, scooted closer to him. There was only a couple of inches between them now. "Gravity, for instance," Rodney said, swallowing hard. He was going to remain cool and professorial. "The equation for gravitational force is the gravitational constant multiplied by the masses of two objects all divided by the distance squared." Ronon still looked hot and curious, instead of hot and bored, so Rodney forged ahead. "The equation explains why you fell flat on your ass earlier."
Ronon's eyes narrowed. "It was a planned tumble."
"Yes, whatever," Rodney waved Ronon's lame excuse away. He was feeling lightheaded, but also strangely determined. If he couldn't have blue jello, he was going to take something else, damn it.
What the hell, it wasn’t liked he ever won any teaching awards in the first place. "I can give you another demonstration."
Ronon paused. "Okay."
"This one also involves forces and objects and distances. If I'm object 1 -"
"Why do you get to be object 1?"
Rodney stopped and glared at Ronon, who was now smirking slightly. "Because." He pointed his finger at Ronon. "That good enough for you, Mr. Pickyface?"
Ronon shrugged.
Rodney took a deep breath. This is why he hated undergraduates.
But. Hotness.
"Anyway, if I'm object 1 and you're object 2, I can close the distance between us by doing this." Rodney angled upwards and kissed Ronon on the lips, very lightly. To his surprise, Ronon's arms came up around his shoulders, and Ronon's tongue darted into his mouth. Rodney moaned, and he found himself clutching at Ronon's big muscle-bound arms.
"Oh," said Ronon, quite a bit later.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters/Pairings: Rodney McKay/Ronon Dex
Summary: Physics = hot. Ronon = hot. Physics + Ronon = ? If you carried the x and used the number of dreads as the exponent n, would you get...sex with Ronon?
Author's Notes: Written as a birthday fic for mklutz. Inspired by this T-shirt. First posted here.
Rodney was twitchy. 20th cup of coffee and triple dose of those nice medical stimulants twitchy. But instead of being in a lab in Atlantis with Zelenka, working overtime (for da man, oh yeah) to save the city once again (and what thanks did he get? nobody ever saved him blue jello!), he was stuck in a cave with Ronon, of all people, trying to disable a force field that was jamming their radios. And their exit.
Also, he was beginning to think that the alien fruit drinks (strawberry-maple tasting, and no citrus. he had made Sheppard check. god, that man could pout.) weren't so innocuous as they had appeared. For one thing, he was staring at Ronon's dreads with fascination. He wanted to run his fingers through them and then calculate the rate in which they would fall, bouncing lightly on Ronon's back. He shivered slightly, running the math in his head. Physics = hot. Ronon = hot. Physics + Ronon = ? If you carried the x and used the number of dreads as the exponent n, would you get...sex with Ronon? Really, he owed it to the scientific community to find out. But he was afraid Ronon would rip his arm off if he tried.
Rodney frowned. Actually, that might not be much of a problem now. Ronon, walking perimeter around the inside of the cave, stumbled into a large boulder and fell down. Rodney giggled. "You got to obey gravity," he informed Ronon, who was looking at the ground like he was wondering how he got there.
"Gravity?" Ronon asked, looking at him. Oooh, pretty eyes.
"It's the law," Rodney giggled again. "I have a T-shirt that says so."
Ronon scowled at him. "You're no help, McKay," he said, pushing himself up off the ground.
"I'm doing science," Rodney said indignantly. He fumbled for the crystal control box and tugged it into his lap. Maybe physics and Ronon wasn't the best combination after all. Despite the muscles. And the dreads. And the eyes. Deep, brown eyes.
"Yeah?" Ronon said, perking up.
Rodney nodded, trying to focus on feeling out the right crystal and not on Ronon's gruff baritone. (Would Ronon make more or less noise during sex? Certain parts of Rodney's anatomy were really hoping for more.) He was definitely steering away from strawberry-maple drinks after this. "Gonna get us out of here."
There was silence for a moment, and then Ronon said, "I don't want to be the Thing."
Rodney looked up. "What?"
"Teach me science." Ronon took two big strides towards Rodney, and, in a move completely and utterly stolen from Teyla, sank into a cross-legged sitting position in front of him.
"What?" Rodney repeated.
"I want to do what you do." Ronon pouted. Had he been taking lessons from Sheppard?
Rodney blinked. On one hand, it wasn't as if they weren't trapped in a tiny cave with no way to contact their teammates, stoned out of their minds on Pegasus weed. He didn't have time for this! They could run out of oxygen or be forced to drink their own urine if Rodney didn't disable the force field soon.
But, on the other hand, the light from the force field illuminated Ronon's face in new and intriguing ways. And all good scientific discovery grants allowed funding for training.
Rodney leaned in, just a bit. "The thing you have to understand about science is that though results are very important -" he tapped the top of the control box " - the process you use to get those result can be equally significant."
He looked at Ronon's eager face and, putting the control box to one side, scooted closer to him. There was only a couple of inches between them now. "Gravity, for instance," Rodney said, swallowing hard. He was going to remain cool and professorial. "The equation for gravitational force is the gravitational constant multiplied by the masses of two objects all divided by the distance squared." Ronon still looked hot and curious, instead of hot and bored, so Rodney forged ahead. "The equation explains why you fell flat on your ass earlier."
Ronon's eyes narrowed. "It was a planned tumble."
"Yes, whatever," Rodney waved Ronon's lame excuse away. He was feeling lightheaded, but also strangely determined. If he couldn't have blue jello, he was going to take something else, damn it.
What the hell, it wasn’t liked he ever won any teaching awards in the first place. "I can give you another demonstration."
Ronon paused. "Okay."
"This one also involves forces and objects and distances. If I'm object 1 -"
"Why do you get to be object 1?"
Rodney stopped and glared at Ronon, who was now smirking slightly. "Because." He pointed his finger at Ronon. "That good enough for you, Mr. Pickyface?"
Ronon shrugged.
Rodney took a deep breath. This is why he hated undergraduates.
But. Hotness.
"Anyway, if I'm object 1 and you're object 2, I can close the distance between us by doing this." Rodney angled upwards and kissed Ronon on the lips, very lightly. To his surprise, Ronon's arms came up around his shoulders, and Ronon's tongue darted into his mouth. Rodney moaned, and he found himself clutching at Ronon's big muscle-bound arms.
"Oh," said Ronon, quite a bit later.