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Title: The Orgasm
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex
Summery: His part of the deal.
Notes: After The Deal. 695 words.
He walked into the room, locked the door, pushed her up against the wall and kissed her hard.
“Mmmrodney,” she mumbled out, pushing him away, “everyone can see”
“Everyone thinks they know anyway,” he said, taking a step back, looking out into the half empty control room, “and it's two am.”
“You know that means nothing here,” she said.
“Hang on,” he looked around the room, “okay.” He pulled her across the room and pushed her back against the wall behind her filing cabinet. “Better?”
“It'll do.” It was all could say, because as soon as her back hit the wall, his hand slipped under her shirt. He kissed her again, his tongue slipping past her lips when she moaned, tasting her, and she arched her hips into his, because she knew what was coming. He pushed her bra up, to squeeze a breast roughly, then pinch her nipple, making her yelp.
“Fuck, what happened McKay?”
“Huh?” He ran his lips down to her neck.
“You normally take a little while to warm up.”
“Warm up?” He stopped and pulled away, frowning at her.
“You know what I mean.” He smirked and pinched her nipple again.
“I know.” He returned to her neck, nibbling the skin there, making her moan again.
“Rodney.”
“I, ah, worked out all my nerves before.”
“How?”
“I, ah, I just did okay!”
“You what?” She pushed him away, looking at his face, which had gone bright red, “you took care of yourself?”
“Yeah, okay, it made me feel better, so I can make you feel better.” She laughed.
“It's okay Rodney, I was just wondering.” She pulled him to her again and kissed him again.
“I had too, I got so hard just thinking about this, I couldn't walk,” he said, grinning. He swept a hand over her breasts, over the material of her t-shirt, and down to her pants. He struggled with the button, using both hands to force it open, and lower the zip. She moaned when his hand slipped inside her pants and he ran a finger over her centre, feeling the wetness through her underwear. He groaned and kissed her again, his tongue flicking over her lips, as his finger pushed her panties aside and flicked her clit. Her hips bucked and she cried out into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled, pressing his growing erection against her thigh, rubbing his middle finger over her clit, down to tease her entrance and back up again, kissing her the entire time, hard, wet and noisy kisses.
“Rodney,” she gasped as he slid her finger slowly into her body, “please.”
He was going to come in his pants.
He shifted to move his hand and slid another finger into her tight body, she was hot and wet and warm and wonderful. She started to move her hips, and he pulled his fingers out of her body, pushed back in, slow at first, trying to get them as deep inside her as he could, given the length of his fingers and their stances.
She circled her hips, and he pressed down on her clit with his thumb, moving his fingers faster in and out of her body in time with her moans, and the 'uh' noises she was making against his tiring lips, as they continued to kiss. He moved his lips to her neck again, to breathe, panting against her skin, and rubbing his cock against her thigh, and slamming his two fingers into her body, flicking his nail over her clit, a little harder each time until she bucked once, twice, and cried out his name.
“Oh God Rodney.” She came around his fingers, shaking, gripping him hard with her hands, and he had to concentrate every fibre of his body on not coming in his pants, in her office.
When they were calm again, he pulled away from her, and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing still hard and he waited, waited, for her to say something but when she didn't, he had to speak.
“Sam?” She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
“God that was good,” he grinned, “when's dinner?”
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sex
Summery: His part of the deal.
Notes: After The Deal. 695 words.
He walked into the room, locked the door, pushed her up against the wall and kissed her hard.
“Mmmrodney,” she mumbled out, pushing him away, “everyone can see”
“Everyone thinks they know anyway,” he said, taking a step back, looking out into the half empty control room, “and it's two am.”
“You know that means nothing here,” she said.
“Hang on,” he looked around the room, “okay.” He pulled her across the room and pushed her back against the wall behind her filing cabinet. “Better?”
“It'll do.” It was all could say, because as soon as her back hit the wall, his hand slipped under her shirt. He kissed her again, his tongue slipping past her lips when she moaned, tasting her, and she arched her hips into his, because she knew what was coming. He pushed her bra up, to squeeze a breast roughly, then pinch her nipple, making her yelp.
“Fuck, what happened McKay?”
“Huh?” He ran his lips down to her neck.
“You normally take a little while to warm up.”
“Warm up?” He stopped and pulled away, frowning at her.
“You know what I mean.” He smirked and pinched her nipple again.
“I know.” He returned to her neck, nibbling the skin there, making her moan again.
“Rodney.”
“I, ah, worked out all my nerves before.”
“How?”
“I, ah, I just did okay!”
“You what?” She pushed him away, looking at his face, which had gone bright red, “you took care of yourself?”
“Yeah, okay, it made me feel better, so I can make you feel better.” She laughed.
“It's okay Rodney, I was just wondering.” She pulled him to her again and kissed him again.
“I had too, I got so hard just thinking about this, I couldn't walk,” he said, grinning. He swept a hand over her breasts, over the material of her t-shirt, and down to her pants. He struggled with the button, using both hands to force it open, and lower the zip. She moaned when his hand slipped inside her pants and he ran a finger over her centre, feeling the wetness through her underwear. He groaned and kissed her again, his tongue flicking over her lips, as his finger pushed her panties aside and flicked her clit. Her hips bucked and she cried out into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled, pressing his growing erection against her thigh, rubbing his middle finger over her clit, down to tease her entrance and back up again, kissing her the entire time, hard, wet and noisy kisses.
“Rodney,” she gasped as he slid her finger slowly into her body, “please.”
He was going to come in his pants.
He shifted to move his hand and slid another finger into her tight body, she was hot and wet and warm and wonderful. She started to move her hips, and he pulled his fingers out of her body, pushed back in, slow at first, trying to get them as deep inside her as he could, given the length of his fingers and their stances.
She circled her hips, and he pressed down on her clit with his thumb, moving his fingers faster in and out of her body in time with her moans, and the 'uh' noises she was making against his tiring lips, as they continued to kiss. He moved his lips to her neck again, to breathe, panting against her skin, and rubbing his cock against her thigh, and slamming his two fingers into her body, flicking his nail over her clit, a little harder each time until she bucked once, twice, and cried out his name.
“Oh God Rodney.” She came around his fingers, shaking, gripping him hard with her hands, and he had to concentrate every fibre of his body on not coming in his pants, in her office.
When they were calm again, he pulled away from her, and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing still hard and he waited, waited, for her to say something but when she didn't, he had to speak.
“Sam?” She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
“God that was good,” he grinned, “when's dinner?”