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So, I've been MIA since D*C, sorry guys, but I think my computer picked up a virus or something, and I'm going to have to send it to the computer doctor on Thursday when I get paid. I haven't been emailing and/or replying because I'm totally ignorant of how these things work, and if I do have one I certainly don't want to spread it. I can only start in safe mode, it freezes in regular mode and won't respond. Hopefully reading this on a friends page won't spread anything, if it is a virus. I have been reading, but I'm scared to comment, so after my computer is fixed I'll probably do some catch-up commenting.
Dragon Con was ***awesome***, I had the time of my life and other than a few glitches I enjoyed the hell out of myself. And it is confirmed now, I am a SGA fangirl. Buffy/Angel will always be my first, but being in a fandom where the show is still on is nice. For a really good con report go to girlpire's lj, she has written a great and funny account, with some wonderful pics. When my computer doesn't scare me so much I'll add my own little slices of fun. (But no pics, since my camera *broke* the first day I was there!!!!)
And here's my first SGA ficlet, the confirmation to myself that I am lost in the fangirl goodness. (Funnily enough, now that I'm reading so much SGA I've been more confident lately writing my S/X story.) But this popped in my head and I dashed it off in an hour or so, and if I spend time on it I'll never put it out there.
Title: Mirror, mirror, on my wall, where the hell did you come from!?
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McShep
Rating: Adult, but more silliness than sex, sorry.
Summary: Just a bit of craziness one evening in Atlantis.
- and that's it, god, Rodney's ass is the best thing he's discovered so far in the Pegasus galaxy, and it's almost a shame that his best discovery can't be shared, except no, no sharing ever of this. He's rocking slow, feeling the little rippling tremors grip his cock, and Rodney never shuts up even during sex, only he makes sexy moans and noises that are even better than his normal non stop words and sarcasm. John loves this position, where he can see and feel that sexy ass, and run his hands up and down the shoulders and back that are surprisingly muscled, can lean down and thrust *there* and hear that special grunt when he does because that's the spot for Rodney, and it crosses his mind that if only they had big enough mirrors he'd put one up as a headboard so he could see the face that goes with the grunt, blue eyes dazed, mouth falling open as Rodney's chin pushes up and out involuntarily-
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The next thing John is aware of is a brief sensation of airflow, and how hard the floor is against his back, and really, he's just too damn old to enjoy the feeling of having the breath knocked out of him. And oh, How The *Hell* Did He Get Down *Here*?
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Ok, Rodney is pulling at him, mouth as usual going ninety to nothing, but instead of the 'uhs' and 'mores' and 'harders' of a minute ago he's now speaking actual sentences in English, and since there's probably an explanation somewhere in there John decides to pay attention.
" -but it just came out of no where and maybe I did let out a little yell, a very *manly* scream, but who wouldn't when a mirror just pops out of nowhere and you see a face that you've never seen before, because I've seen my face but never at a moment like that, and maybe I overreacted just a tiny bit, but you're breathing now, and no blood, that's good, and your fingers work- ok, wiggle your toes before you try to move your neck so we can rule out serious spinal damage-"
"Mirror?" John croaks, picking out the most pertinent thing he's heard so far to comment on.
"Yes, a *mirror*, and no- don't move yet, dammit, you could have serious-"
John turns his head slightly to the left and slits his eyes. "A mirror."
Rodney pauses and gives him the 'humor the crazy person' look. "Yesss, a mirror. Really, ah, don't move, I may need to call Carson, you might have a concus-"
"What mirror?"
"What do you mean what mirror? The mirror that popped into existence three inches from my face while we were having sex! The mirror that almost gave me a cardiac event and interrupted some damn good sex and is responsible for me almost *killing* my boyfriend and is obviously responsible for him having possible brain and spinal damage.-"
John closed his eyes. "Rodney?"
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"Well, yes, I mean I'm not *sure* I'm alright, because my system is still flooded with adrenaline that might be blocking some of my pain receptors at the moment, but nothing broken or bleeding." John can hear the way Rodney's tone is evening out as he says that, not calm yet, but not as hysterical, which means he can maybe try again for an actual explanation.
"Okay, good. You're ok, I'm ok, that's good." Blue eyes are wide and anxious when he opens his again, and he tries out a smile. "I'm fine, just had the breath knocked out of me." His smile must be okay too, because Rodney gives it back to him, a little shaky, but better the crooked smile than the crooked frown. For the moment, anyway.
He continues in the soothing quiet voice he's been using. "Now, *what* mirror are you talking about?"
Rodney opens his mouth to start his (hopefully) much more coherent explanation, but before any sound comes out the door chimes.
"Dr. Mckay?"
Well, shit.
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Major Lorne calls again, "Dr. Mckay? Are you all right in there? Is something wrong?"
Rodney had frozen at the sound of the chime, but when Lorne asks if something is wrong his eyes go wide again and he jerks, mouth dropping open and horror spreading all over his face. John can hear the wheels turning, wondering if Lorne can/will open the door and find Atlantis's CSO crouched naked on the floor over the equally naked CMO of Atlantis. The male Chief *Military* Officer from the *United States*.
He acts quickly, slapping his hand over Rodney's mouth and hissing 'bathroom' before extending his other hand and clearly expecting Rodney to help him up. Rodney catches it automatically in his clammy one, helps pull him up with a minimum of grunts on both sides, because, again with the too damn old for this kinda stuff.
Once he's upright his own mouth drops open, and damn it, Rodney made sense now. The wall above the bed is now a mirror, and yes, something like that just appearing with no warning during sex... he's frankly surprised it ended as well as it did, with both of them escaping the serious injury thing.
Rodney's pulling on him, and Lorne calls again, "Dr. Mckay?" and oh yeah, he needs to get in the bathroom so he can hide. How weird is it that the thought kinda turns him on through the embarrassment of hiding like he's a gigolo or something and his lover's husband just got home from work early?
Later, explore kinky thoughts later, hide now.
"Just a minute." Rodney yells. The door shuts and John leans against it, hears the frantic scrambling of Rodney stashing the sex materials and the slap of his feet, one, two, as he must be grabbing and putting on his boxers, then the door opens suddenly and he almost falls out on top of Rodney before his clothes are shoved into his arms and the door slides closed almost on his foot.
"Yes, ah, what can I, ah, do for you, Major?"
John groans to himself. This could be bad. Very bad.
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"Sorry to bother you, Dr. Mckay, but I was passing by and I heard a scream...?" Lorne trails off and John can almost see him scanning the room for any threats, before he looks back to Rodney for an explanation. And it must have been one hell of a scream, John realizes, as he tries to concentrate on listening through the door above the faint ringing in his ears.
" No, no, nothing wrong, nothing at all, I was just, ah, reading, yes, reading in bed, and I ah, was thinking about a mirror and bam, I looked up and there was a mirror, which uh, startled me a bit, and I might have made some sort of involuntary noise, but not a *scream*, that's pushing it to call the noise a *scream*...
John hears the stomp of boots and shuts his eyes tighter. Surely it's not...
"Major?"
It is.
"You called *security* because you heard a noise as you were passing by?" Rodney's face is probably glowing by now. His eyes are so blue when his face is red.
"Yes, Dr., you may not have realized it in your...situation, but it was a very loud... noise. I tried to call Colonel Sheppard but when I couldn't raise him I went ahead and called security." Lorne paused again. "Did you say a mirror, sir? Near your bed?" His voice lowers, and he must have turned to face the security detail. "Stand down, men, just a false alarm. Sorry, guys."
John turns around and slides down the door until his sore ass hits the floor. He can hear the marines and Lorne talking, and thank god Rodney is not, so maybe it won't be so bad if they'll just leave now...
"What mirror, Dr. Mckay?"
John really, really, can't help the involuntary crack of his head hitting the door.
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"What do you mean, what mirror, the one that's above my..." at the same time as Lorne says "Did you hear that, Dr.?"
"What, hear what, I didn't hear anything! More importantly where the hell did the mirror go?"
Silence. Blessed silence for a few seconds.
"Are you feeling all right Doc?" John almost felt sorry for him and the marines. Almost.
"Of course I'm *all right*, except for the fact that the *mirror* that almost gave me *heart failure* has disappeared and I have a security detail of four marines and a Major standing in my room because I *made a noise*. Other than that, fine, just peachy, thanks."
"But, there was a noise coming from the bathroom, maybe we should-"
"No, no noise, enough with the noises already, I'm fine! So just go about your normal grunt-type duties and have a nice day." This is accompanied by the shuffle of feet and more protesting noises from Major Lorne, and finally, nice quiet silence.
"John?" He almost misses the soft whisper from the other side of the door.
He leans forward, but as the door opens he slowly lies back. Looks up from the nice quiet floor at Rodney standing over him. He's still naked and still holding his clothes in his arms. Rodney seems much calmer now that he's had a chance to rant and wave his hands (even though John didn't see the hand waving he knows it happened), and seen that John hasn't died in his bathroom.
"John, are you sure you're all right?"
That's when John loses it. Just curls up and laughs and laughs until Rodney picks him up off the floor and mutters 'crazy' and 'seeing Carson in the morning' and 'my heart can't take this kind of stress', until John grabs him by that perfect ass and pulls him in close and kisses him quiet.
John decides to leave the mirror thing alone until in the morning, 'cause honestly? His heart probably can't take much more tonight either.
And sparrow2000 I'm glad you enjoyed your ballons, I hope your Birthday was a great day for you. I would have commented, but 'scared of my computer' thing happening.
Dragon Con was ***awesome***, I had the time of my life and other than a few glitches I enjoyed the hell out of myself. And it is confirmed now, I am a SGA fangirl. Buffy/Angel will always be my first, but being in a fandom where the show is still on is nice. For a really good con report go to girlpire's lj, she has written a great and funny account, with some wonderful pics. When my computer doesn't scare me so much I'll add my own little slices of fun. (But no pics, since my camera *broke* the first day I was there!!!!)
And here's my first SGA ficlet, the confirmation to myself that I am lost in the fangirl goodness. (Funnily enough, now that I'm reading so much SGA I've been more confident lately writing my S/X story.) But this popped in my head and I dashed it off in an hour or so, and if I spend time on it I'll never put it out there.
Title: Mirror, mirror, on my wall, where the hell did you come from!?
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McShep
Rating: Adult, but more silliness than sex, sorry.
Summary: Just a bit of craziness one evening in Atlantis.
- and that's it, god, Rodney's ass is the best thing he's discovered so far in the Pegasus galaxy, and it's almost a shame that his best discovery can't be shared, except no, no sharing ever of this. He's rocking slow, feeling the little rippling tremors grip his cock, and Rodney never shuts up even during sex, only he makes sexy moans and noises that are even better than his normal non stop words and sarcasm. John loves this position, where he can see and feel that sexy ass, and run his hands up and down the shoulders and back that are surprisingly muscled, can lean down and thrust *there* and hear that special grunt when he does because that's the spot for Rodney, and it crosses his mind that if only they had big enough mirrors he'd put one up as a headboard so he could see the face that goes with the grunt, blue eyes dazed, mouth falling open as Rodney's chin pushes up and out involuntarily-
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The next thing John is aware of is a brief sensation of airflow, and how hard the floor is against his back, and really, he's just too damn old to enjoy the feeling of having the breath knocked out of him. And oh, How The *Hell* Did He Get Down *Here*?
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Ok, Rodney is pulling at him, mouth as usual going ninety to nothing, but instead of the 'uhs' and 'mores' and 'harders' of a minute ago he's now speaking actual sentences in English, and since there's probably an explanation somewhere in there John decides to pay attention.
" -but it just came out of no where and maybe I did let out a little yell, a very *manly* scream, but who wouldn't when a mirror just pops out of nowhere and you see a face that you've never seen before, because I've seen my face but never at a moment like that, and maybe I overreacted just a tiny bit, but you're breathing now, and no blood, that's good, and your fingers work- ok, wiggle your toes before you try to move your neck so we can rule out serious spinal damage-"
"Mirror?" John croaks, picking out the most pertinent thing he's heard so far to comment on.
"Yes, a *mirror*, and no- don't move yet, dammit, you could have serious-"
John turns his head slightly to the left and slits his eyes. "A mirror."
Rodney pauses and gives him the 'humor the crazy person' look. "Yesss, a mirror. Really, ah, don't move, I may need to call Carson, you might have a concus-"
"What mirror?"
"What do you mean what mirror? The mirror that popped into existence three inches from my face while we were having sex! The mirror that almost gave me a cardiac event and interrupted some damn good sex and is responsible for me almost *killing* my boyfriend and is obviously responsible for him having possible brain and spinal damage.-"
John closed his eyes. "Rodney?"
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"Well, yes, I mean I'm not *sure* I'm alright, because my system is still flooded with adrenaline that might be blocking some of my pain receptors at the moment, but nothing broken or bleeding." John can hear the way Rodney's tone is evening out as he says that, not calm yet, but not as hysterical, which means he can maybe try again for an actual explanation.
"Okay, good. You're ok, I'm ok, that's good." Blue eyes are wide and anxious when he opens his again, and he tries out a smile. "I'm fine, just had the breath knocked out of me." His smile must be okay too, because Rodney gives it back to him, a little shaky, but better the crooked smile than the crooked frown. For the moment, anyway.
He continues in the soothing quiet voice he's been using. "Now, *what* mirror are you talking about?"
Rodney opens his mouth to start his (hopefully) much more coherent explanation, but before any sound comes out the door chimes.
"Dr. Mckay?"
Well, shit.
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Major Lorne calls again, "Dr. Mckay? Are you all right in there? Is something wrong?"
Rodney had frozen at the sound of the chime, but when Lorne asks if something is wrong his eyes go wide again and he jerks, mouth dropping open and horror spreading all over his face. John can hear the wheels turning, wondering if Lorne can/will open the door and find Atlantis's CSO crouched naked on the floor over the equally naked CMO of Atlantis. The male Chief *Military* Officer from the *United States*.
He acts quickly, slapping his hand over Rodney's mouth and hissing 'bathroom' before extending his other hand and clearly expecting Rodney to help him up. Rodney catches it automatically in his clammy one, helps pull him up with a minimum of grunts on both sides, because, again with the too damn old for this kinda stuff.
Once he's upright his own mouth drops open, and damn it, Rodney made sense now. The wall above the bed is now a mirror, and yes, something like that just appearing with no warning during sex... he's frankly surprised it ended as well as it did, with both of them escaping the serious injury thing.
Rodney's pulling on him, and Lorne calls again, "Dr. Mckay?" and oh yeah, he needs to get in the bathroom so he can hide. How weird is it that the thought kinda turns him on through the embarrassment of hiding like he's a gigolo or something and his lover's husband just got home from work early?
Later, explore kinky thoughts later, hide now.
"Just a minute." Rodney yells. The door shuts and John leans against it, hears the frantic scrambling of Rodney stashing the sex materials and the slap of his feet, one, two, as he must be grabbing and putting on his boxers, then the door opens suddenly and he almost falls out on top of Rodney before his clothes are shoved into his arms and the door slides closed almost on his foot.
"Yes, ah, what can I, ah, do for you, Major?"
John groans to himself. This could be bad. Very bad.
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"Sorry to bother you, Dr. Mckay, but I was passing by and I heard a scream...?" Lorne trails off and John can almost see him scanning the room for any threats, before he looks back to Rodney for an explanation. And it must have been one hell of a scream, John realizes, as he tries to concentrate on listening through the door above the faint ringing in his ears.
" No, no, nothing wrong, nothing at all, I was just, ah, reading, yes, reading in bed, and I ah, was thinking about a mirror and bam, I looked up and there was a mirror, which uh, startled me a bit, and I might have made some sort of involuntary noise, but not a *scream*, that's pushing it to call the noise a *scream*...
John hears the stomp of boots and shuts his eyes tighter. Surely it's not...
"Major?"
It is.
"You called *security* because you heard a noise as you were passing by?" Rodney's face is probably glowing by now. His eyes are so blue when his face is red.
"Yes, Dr., you may not have realized it in your...situation, but it was a very loud... noise. I tried to call Colonel Sheppard but when I couldn't raise him I went ahead and called security." Lorne paused again. "Did you say a mirror, sir? Near your bed?" His voice lowers, and he must have turned to face the security detail. "Stand down, men, just a false alarm. Sorry, guys."
John turns around and slides down the door until his sore ass hits the floor. He can hear the marines and Lorne talking, and thank god Rodney is not, so maybe it won't be so bad if they'll just leave now...
"What mirror, Dr. Mckay?"
John really, really, can't help the involuntary crack of his head hitting the door.
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"What do you mean, what mirror, the one that's above my..." at the same time as Lorne says "Did you hear that, Dr.?"
"What, hear what, I didn't hear anything! More importantly where the hell did the mirror go?"
Silence. Blessed silence for a few seconds.
"Are you feeling all right Doc?" John almost felt sorry for him and the marines. Almost.
"Of course I'm *all right*, except for the fact that the *mirror* that almost gave me *heart failure* has disappeared and I have a security detail of four marines and a Major standing in my room because I *made a noise*. Other than that, fine, just peachy, thanks."
"But, there was a noise coming from the bathroom, maybe we should-"
"No, no noise, enough with the noises already, I'm fine! So just go about your normal grunt-type duties and have a nice day." This is accompanied by the shuffle of feet and more protesting noises from Major Lorne, and finally, nice quiet silence.
"John?" He almost misses the soft whisper from the other side of the door.
He leans forward, but as the door opens he slowly lies back. Looks up from the nice quiet floor at Rodney standing over him. He's still naked and still holding his clothes in his arms. Rodney seems much calmer now that he's had a chance to rant and wave his hands (even though John didn't see the hand waving he knows it happened), and seen that John hasn't died in his bathroom.
"John, are you sure you're all right?"
That's when John loses it. Just curls up and laughs and laughs until Rodney picks him up off the floor and mutters 'crazy' and 'seeing Carson in the morning' and 'my heart can't take this kind of stress', until John grabs him by that perfect ass and pulls him in close and kisses him quiet.
John decides to leave the mirror thing alone until in the morning, 'cause honestly? His heart probably can't take much more tonight either.
And sparrow2000 I'm glad you enjoyed your ballons, I hope your Birthday was a great day for you. I would have commented, but 'scared of my computer' thing happening.