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Title: The Deal
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexual suggestions
Summery: Sam and Rodney make a deal.
Notes: Written for the drabble-a-thon. 444 words.
Two people had caught them together so far. Ronon had caught them in the transporter, when Rodney had almost jumped her, and Lorne had caught them in her office, when Sam had asked to talk about his report, but had really wanted to kiss him again. Two people catching them, meant that everyone thought that were sleeping together.
Which wasn't really the problem, but they weren't actually sleeping together. Mostly it was just kissing, a lot of kissing. They talked a little, argued about physics a lot and Atlantis, but a lot of the time it was just about his lips against hers, his tongue flicking against hers and the taste of him, of coffee and mint.
Not that she didn't want more, she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted from these kisses, but they weren't progressing any further. She was kinda happy with the kissing, she was kinda scared that anything more would ruin it, and Rodney wasn't pushing for any more either.
Which surprised her.
He wanted more, she could tell that by the insistent press of his erection against her body when they were leaning against the lab bench in his lab. His hands were in her hair, having pulled it loose, and she was holding on to his shoulders because he was a really good at the kissing once he got going. Once he got over his initial anxiety. For some reason, she really loved that she still made him nervous like that.
When she needed to breathe, she pulled away, keeping his body close to hers. He was larger than her, warmer and harder than she would've expected.
“Everyone thinks we're sleeping together you know,” she said. He grinned, letting his hands fall down to her hips.
“I know.”
“They're wrong.”
“I know.” He didn't seem to care. “Do you want to sleep with me?”
“Not right this moment, but we're not really getting much further than kissing are we?”
“Do you want me to, you know,” he paused, “finger you?”
“McKay!” she cried, then after a paused, “maybe, are you any good?”
“Of course, they call me 'Magic Fingers McKay' they call me.”
“Who calls you that?”
“People.”
“The voices in your head do not count Rodney.”
“Oh, ha-ha.” She laughed and kissed him again. “If I finger you, will you, you know,” he gestured downwards.
“You want a blow job?”
“Yeah.” She thought about if for a moment.
“Make me dinner as well,” she said, “and it has to be a really good meal.”
“It's funny, I thought you were going to say it has to be a really good orgasm.”
“That goes without saying Rodney.”
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexual suggestions
Summery: Sam and Rodney make a deal.
Notes: Written for the drabble-a-thon. 444 words.
Two people had caught them together so far. Ronon had caught them in the transporter, when Rodney had almost jumped her, and Lorne had caught them in her office, when Sam had asked to talk about his report, but had really wanted to kiss him again. Two people catching them, meant that everyone thought that were sleeping together.
Which wasn't really the problem, but they weren't actually sleeping together. Mostly it was just kissing, a lot of kissing. They talked a little, argued about physics a lot and Atlantis, but a lot of the time it was just about his lips against hers, his tongue flicking against hers and the taste of him, of coffee and mint.
Not that she didn't want more, she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted from these kisses, but they weren't progressing any further. She was kinda happy with the kissing, she was kinda scared that anything more would ruin it, and Rodney wasn't pushing for any more either.
Which surprised her.
He wanted more, she could tell that by the insistent press of his erection against her body when they were leaning against the lab bench in his lab. His hands were in her hair, having pulled it loose, and she was holding on to his shoulders because he was a really good at the kissing once he got going. Once he got over his initial anxiety. For some reason, she really loved that she still made him nervous like that.
When she needed to breathe, she pulled away, keeping his body close to hers. He was larger than her, warmer and harder than she would've expected.
“Everyone thinks we're sleeping together you know,” she said. He grinned, letting his hands fall down to her hips.
“I know.”
“They're wrong.”
“I know.” He didn't seem to care. “Do you want to sleep with me?”
“Not right this moment, but we're not really getting much further than kissing are we?”
“Do you want me to, you know,” he paused, “finger you?”
“McKay!” she cried, then after a paused, “maybe, are you any good?”
“Of course, they call me 'Magic Fingers McKay' they call me.”
“Who calls you that?”
“People.”
“The voices in your head do not count Rodney.”
“Oh, ha-ha.” She laughed and kissed him again. “If I finger you, will you, you know,” he gestured downwards.
“You want a blow job?”
“Yeah.” She thought about if for a moment.
“Make me dinner as well,” she said, “and it has to be a really good meal.”
“It's funny, I thought you were going to say it has to be a really good orgasm.”
“That goes without saying Rodney.”