Fic: Aleatoric Life 24/25
Title: Aleatoric Life 24: Libero
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Caldwell, Lorne, Stackhouse, Corrigan, Zelenka, Dex, Emmagan, Weir
Relationships: Beckett/McKay/Sheppard, Corrigan/Stackhouse/2 OCs, Dex/Zelenka
Rating: R, though the series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: Mention of non-con, language, DADT, smuttiness
Spoilers: None this part
Summary: They had rescued him, but they had yet to truly bring him safely home. Part of the Aleatoric Life series.
Disclaimer: Undoubtedly I own them, and a whole lot of other things, in some universe, but not this one.
John stood, trying to appear calm, as Colonel Caldwell, Major Lorne, and Major Haymaker returned from their deliberations.
He could hear Rodney and Carson shifting behind him, his senses super-aware of the movements of his husbands, every tiny whisper, the smallest brush of cloth on cloth, every scrape of their shoes on the floor, everything. On Millard's advice, they'd avoided any public displays of affection. The JAG man wanted the focus of the hearing to be on the legal issues alone. He'd spent ten days in the brig-- touch-starved, alternately terrified and angry, and feeling the weight of the watchful eyes of the guards every minute-- while the sides drew up their positions and arrangements were made.
He'd learned more about Stackhouse than he knew about most people on the expedition, with the exception of Carson and Rodney. He'd learned Stackhouse blinked less often when he had a good hand of poker, loved Grape Nuts cereal in peach yoghurt, hated "weird things like fruit or chicken or barbecue sauce" on pizza, and knew every Rush song ever recorded-- unusual, given his age. Now, Stackhouse stood beside him, awaiting word, but more confident that the outcome-- here or in a full court martial-- would ultimately be in his favour. John envied him.
Practically the entire population of the Athosian settlement and half of the expedition were gathered here, waiting to see if the two accused men would face courts martial. Most of the other half was glued to monitors around the city, watching the proceedings. The expedition had quietly taken sides. John had been somewhat surprised by Carson and Rodney's tales of those rallying around him, but there were a few dissenters, even among the original expedition members.
And now, the tension in the room was palpable as Caldwell cleared his throat. "It is the decision of this board that as Doctors Carson Beckett, Rodney McKay and Henry Corrigan were all naturalised citizens of Athos, an indigenous culture within the Pegasus Galaxy, all charges against Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard and Sergeant John Stackhouse shall be dropped and the cases against them dismissed."
The room erupted in cheers, garnering a glare from Caldwell as he finished with the legalese to bring the hearing to a close. John found himself shaking Millard's hand, saying something appropriately thankful, pounding Stackhouse on the back, and smiling so hard he felt his face would crack.
And then Rodney and Carson's arms were around him, kissing him, kissing each other, talking and crying and all he could do was hold on.
He was free. There would be no court martial, no prison time, no dishonourable discharge, no leaving Atlantis and the work and these people he loved dearly. But more than that, he was finally, finally free to hold his husbands in his arms, kiss and be kissed, take their hands, say the words that had so long had to lurk behind quiet glances and quick smiles. He was free to be himself and to love whom he loved.
He'd gambled everything to be with Carson and Rodney and, against all odds, it had paid off.
***
It had been a while since he had been so well and truly fucked, and not in a bad way, but still he found he couldn't keep his hands and mouth off his husbands. Carson chuckled into his mouth as John pressed him back against the bathroom wall, both of them still slightly damp from their shower.
"What?" John asked, feigning hurt.
"We've got to get going before we need another shower, love."
Rodney spun him around, pushing him into Carson's arms and taking his mouth in another kiss. "Yeah, we do need to get going. Don't want to be late for the party."
"There is one thing we need to do first," Carson said.
John couldn't see Carson's expression, but the look on Rodney's face sent a thrill through him.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely." Rodney reached out and placed a hand below John's chin, tilting his head back, and then leaned forward and closed his mouth over John's jugular, well above John's collar line. Carson's mouth descended on the other side.
John stood between them, weak-kneed and dizzy, as they marked him as their own, only his sated state keeping his arousal at bay. After several minutes of exquisite attention, Carson pulled away, licked the spot and breathed into his ear, "Oh, I think that will do nicely."
Rodney pulled back and grinned. "Yeah. Between these and the rings, I don't think we'll have to worry."
"Until those fade."
"Then we make new ones." Rodney kissed him. "No more alien bimbos throwing themselves at you, John."
"You're ours and from now on, you can act like it," Carson said, hands sweeping down John's body.
John turned his head and kissed Carson. "Yeah. I'm yours. I promise not to forget it."
"You'd better not," Rodney said.
"Or we might just have to bend you over the closest horizontal surface and remind you," Carson whispered.
"God! Don't say that, or I might take to flirting just to call you on your threat."
"Oh, love, anytime ye want to, you don't need to provoke me first. I'm up for it."
"Except for right now," Rodney said. "Because there's food waiting."
John and Carson both laughed. "Right then. Come on, John. We can't have our Rodney wasting away on us."
***
As they stepped into the hall where only ten days before they had been celebrating another successful harvest with the Athosians, Alvarez yelled, "Attention!"
The military personnel in the room all stood to attention and snapped him a salute.
He grinned at the strange sense of deja vu and then returned the salute, even while the civilians stood, clapping and smiling at him.
"Thank you," he said, when the noise had died down, slipping an arm around Rodney's waist as Carson's fingers intertwined with his. "I'm... Well, I'm not very good at these things, but I just wanted to say that the, uh, support I've been shown has been... incredible. So... thank you, from me and from... well, from the family Kerulian."
There were cheers and clapping, which grew to a deafening roar as Carson and Rodney drew him into their arms and kissed him, one after the other. They drew apart eventually and he grinned at the crowd. "Now... about that party..." There were whoops and someone yelling "Party on!" like a teenager from the back of the room. "Absolutely! Let's get this party started."
***
Carson laughed, one arm around John as his husband tipped back a bottle of swill that the Americans called beer. In the middle of the room, Corrigan and Stackhouse were teaching their wives "Earth-style" dancing, fluidly switching partners as they danced. A thought flashed through Carson's mind that their lovemaking sessions must be a thing of beauty to see.
"Liata and Adeka are really something, aren't they?" John asked, echoing his thoughts, leaning back comfortably against him. "They just seem to radiate joy, you know?"
Carson chuckled. "Ah, there could be a reason for that, love."
John turned to look at him. "You're shitting me! Both of them?"
"Both of them."
"Damn! They didn't waste any time, did they?"
Carson pressed a kiss to John's shoulder. "In the Pegasus Galaxy, you don't wait for these things." He looked up to see Rodney returning with a plate piled high. "There you are, love. You know you didn't have to get everything on the first pass."
"I brought things to share!" Rodney protested. "These shish-kebabs are really good, though I can't figure out what the meat is."
"Nutria," John answered.
Rodney paused, mid-chew. "You're kidding me, right?" he asked around the bite in his mouth.
Carson shook with laughter, John's guffaws vibrating through him. Rodney spit out the bite into a napkin.
"Maybe you should give the rest to Ronon," John suggested.
"Where is he, anyway?" Carson asked, looking around the room.
"Over in the corner macking on Radek like some overgrown teenager," Rodney answered, nodding to the corner in question.
Carson looked over, where he caught sight of the big man pressed back into a chair by his smaller husband.
"Looks like the 'macking' is mutual," John said.
Teyla's laughter caught their attention and their eyes returned to the dance floor, where Alvarez was performing a terrible imitation of John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, much to Teyla's-- and many others'-- amusement.
"Please, tell me they're not getting serious," Rodney said.
"Oh, I don't know," John said, as Alvarez dipped their teammate. "I think someone with a little bit of the kid in him is exactly what she needs."
Carson drew John closer to him, holding out his hand to Rodney, who took it and settled against them. "And you would know, love."
"Is this about the Hot Wheels?" John asked.
Carson grinned, remembering John's delight as he'd finally gotten into his packages from the Daedalus. "It might have more to with the track and the parking garage and the car wash..."
"Hey! It's for the Athosian kids."
"But we're going to put it together for them, right?" Rodney asked.
"Absolutely," John answered.
"Colonel Sheppard?" They all turned to take in Colonel Caldwell standing there, his hand extended. "Congratulations."
John shook Caldwell's hand. "Thank you, sir."
The colonel nodded to Carson and Rodney. "And congratulations on your marriage. I wish you all the best."
"Thank you," Carson answered. "Are ye planning on staying to celebrate for a while, Colonel?"
Caldwell looked around the room uncomfortably. "I think it's probably best if I don't, doctor. I wouldn't want to put a damper on things."
"You didn't seem too worried about that a week and a half ago," Rodney said.
"Rodney!" Carson chided.
Caldwell turned to Rodney. "You know, Doctor McKay, I envy you your ability to speak your mind without concern for the consequences, but I have to wonder how Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Beckett have kept themselves from killing you sometimes."
Rodney gaped.
Caldwell hit his comm. "I'm ready, Hermiod." And in a flash of light, he was gone.
***
"You feel good," Carson whispered, moving against Rodney to the waltz that someone had put on.
Rodney pulled him closer. "Yeah, this is good." He'd never expected to be able to do anything so obvious in public. He was still adjusting to the thought.
"May I cut in?" Elizabeth asked.
The two of them pulled apart, looking uncertain for a moment before Elizabeth stepped in front of Rodney and placed her hand into his and her other arm around him. They quickly found the rhythm of the music, dancing in silence for a moment.
"You're pretty good," she commented.
"Thanks."
"How do you and John and Carson decide who leads?"
"Mmm. Hasn't come up much," he answered.
"No. I suppose not." They fell silent again for a while and then she sighed. "So... four months?"
"Mm. Five in a few days."
"I see. You know, I've suspected for some time that you were together. Oh, it took a while, because I kept looking for couples and couldn't decide whether it was you and John or you and Carson."
"Yeah?"
"I didn't see the connection between John and Carson until after the assault. John told me how long you've been together. I must say, I'm dumbfounded... and a little hurt."
Rodney looked into her face, thinking how it must have been for her to learn about them. How long had they been friends? "I'm sorry. We didn't tell anyone. People just figured it out."
She nodded. "But from now on, just so you know, I'd like you to remember I'll keep anything you tell me in confidence. All right?"
"So if I'd come to you a year ago and told you John and Carson and I were together, you wouldn't have disapproved?"
She considered. "Honestly? I probably would have at first, yes. But I'd like to think if I'd been given the chance, I would have come around rather quickly."
***
Rodney pressed against him and John shuddered. "God, it's like foreplay standing up."
Rodney's mouth took his, tasting of Athosian wine. "I think that's the idea, John. These are the people who see their newlyweds off to a wedding tent with lewd suggestions, after all."
"No kidding. Where's Carson, by the way?"
"Sitting with the drummers, watching everyone dance."
John looked over to take in Carson, sitting comfortably on the floor, eyes fastened on John and Rodney, hands in his lap where they conveniently disguised any untoward bulges. Feeling wicked, John ground back against Rodney, rotating his hips, as he watched Carson watching them.
Carson shuddered.
"You keep doing that, it's going to be more than foreplay standing up," Rodney growled.
"Well, maybe it's time to move on from foreplay..."
Rodney bit his shoulder. "Yeah, I think you're right."
***
"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked. "You don't have to do everything, you know, just because we're married."
"I'm sure," Stackhouse answered, holding Adeka's and Liata's hands.
"All right. Just relax. The girls have gotten you pretty loose, so this shouldn't--"
"Harry. I'm okay. Really." A few moments later, he was throwing his head back and gasping, "Oh, my God!"
Harry froze. "Are you okay?"
"God, yes! Why didn't you tell me? Oh, God, Harry!"
***
In the quiet hours of the morning, Radek awoke to voices, softened by the cold sea air as they had traveled between their origin and Radek's window. Radek lay safely in the circle of Ronon's arms and listened to soft cries of pleasure and confessions of love. He wasn't entirely certain, but thought there were three voices and perhaps the names John, Carson, and Rodney called in the midst of passion.
Ronon sighed. "Someone's singing a love song."
"No cooking references?" Radek asked, smiling.
Ronon chuckled. "No. Just singing references."
"I think that may be universal."
"I'm surprised it doesn't bother you. Most of your people are obsessed with privacy."
Radek laughed. "I lived many years in a tiny apartment in Prague with the thinnest walls imaginable. You get used to hearing such intimacies... and knowing others were hearing yours."
Ronon rolled over to look into his eyes, a feral grin on his face. "So, do you want to serenade them back, then?"
"Oh, I think I could be talked into it."
AN: Libero is a musical term meaning "free or freely"
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Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Sheppard, Beckett, Caldwell, Lorne, Stackhouse, Corrigan, Zelenka, Dex, Emmagan, Weir
Relationships: Beckett/McKay/Sheppard, Corrigan/Stackhouse/2 OCs, Dex/Zelenka
Rating: R, though the series as a whole is NC-17
Warnings: Mention of non-con, language, DADT, smuttiness
Spoilers: None this part
Summary: They had rescued him, but they had yet to truly bring him safely home. Part of the Aleatoric Life series.
Disclaimer: Undoubtedly I own them, and a whole lot of other things, in some universe, but not this one.
John stood, trying to appear calm, as Colonel Caldwell, Major Lorne, and Major Haymaker returned from their deliberations.
He could hear Rodney and Carson shifting behind him, his senses super-aware of the movements of his husbands, every tiny whisper, the smallest brush of cloth on cloth, every scrape of their shoes on the floor, everything. On Millard's advice, they'd avoided any public displays of affection. The JAG man wanted the focus of the hearing to be on the legal issues alone. He'd spent ten days in the brig-- touch-starved, alternately terrified and angry, and feeling the weight of the watchful eyes of the guards every minute-- while the sides drew up their positions and arrangements were made.
He'd learned more about Stackhouse than he knew about most people on the expedition, with the exception of Carson and Rodney. He'd learned Stackhouse blinked less often when he had a good hand of poker, loved Grape Nuts cereal in peach yoghurt, hated "weird things like fruit or chicken or barbecue sauce" on pizza, and knew every Rush song ever recorded-- unusual, given his age. Now, Stackhouse stood beside him, awaiting word, but more confident that the outcome-- here or in a full court martial-- would ultimately be in his favour. John envied him.
Practically the entire population of the Athosian settlement and half of the expedition were gathered here, waiting to see if the two accused men would face courts martial. Most of the other half was glued to monitors around the city, watching the proceedings. The expedition had quietly taken sides. John had been somewhat surprised by Carson and Rodney's tales of those rallying around him, but there were a few dissenters, even among the original expedition members.
And now, the tension in the room was palpable as Caldwell cleared his throat. "It is the decision of this board that as Doctors Carson Beckett, Rodney McKay and Henry Corrigan were all naturalised citizens of Athos, an indigenous culture within the Pegasus Galaxy, all charges against Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard and Sergeant John Stackhouse shall be dropped and the cases against them dismissed."
The room erupted in cheers, garnering a glare from Caldwell as he finished with the legalese to bring the hearing to a close. John found himself shaking Millard's hand, saying something appropriately thankful, pounding Stackhouse on the back, and smiling so hard he felt his face would crack.
And then Rodney and Carson's arms were around him, kissing him, kissing each other, talking and crying and all he could do was hold on.
He was free. There would be no court martial, no prison time, no dishonourable discharge, no leaving Atlantis and the work and these people he loved dearly. But more than that, he was finally, finally free to hold his husbands in his arms, kiss and be kissed, take their hands, say the words that had so long had to lurk behind quiet glances and quick smiles. He was free to be himself and to love whom he loved.
He'd gambled everything to be with Carson and Rodney and, against all odds, it had paid off.
***
It had been a while since he had been so well and truly fucked, and not in a bad way, but still he found he couldn't keep his hands and mouth off his husbands. Carson chuckled into his mouth as John pressed him back against the bathroom wall, both of them still slightly damp from their shower.
"What?" John asked, feigning hurt.
"We've got to get going before we need another shower, love."
Rodney spun him around, pushing him into Carson's arms and taking his mouth in another kiss. "Yeah, we do need to get going. Don't want to be late for the party."
"There is one thing we need to do first," Carson said.
John couldn't see Carson's expression, but the look on Rodney's face sent a thrill through him.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely." Rodney reached out and placed a hand below John's chin, tilting his head back, and then leaned forward and closed his mouth over John's jugular, well above John's collar line. Carson's mouth descended on the other side.
John stood between them, weak-kneed and dizzy, as they marked him as their own, only his sated state keeping his arousal at bay. After several minutes of exquisite attention, Carson pulled away, licked the spot and breathed into his ear, "Oh, I think that will do nicely."
Rodney pulled back and grinned. "Yeah. Between these and the rings, I don't think we'll have to worry."
"Until those fade."
"Then we make new ones." Rodney kissed him. "No more alien bimbos throwing themselves at you, John."
"You're ours and from now on, you can act like it," Carson said, hands sweeping down John's body.
John turned his head and kissed Carson. "Yeah. I'm yours. I promise not to forget it."
"You'd better not," Rodney said.
"Or we might just have to bend you over the closest horizontal surface and remind you," Carson whispered.
"God! Don't say that, or I might take to flirting just to call you on your threat."
"Oh, love, anytime ye want to, you don't need to provoke me first. I'm up for it."
"Except for right now," Rodney said. "Because there's food waiting."
John and Carson both laughed. "Right then. Come on, John. We can't have our Rodney wasting away on us."
***
As they stepped into the hall where only ten days before they had been celebrating another successful harvest with the Athosians, Alvarez yelled, "Attention!"
The military personnel in the room all stood to attention and snapped him a salute.
He grinned at the strange sense of deja vu and then returned the salute, even while the civilians stood, clapping and smiling at him.
"Thank you," he said, when the noise had died down, slipping an arm around Rodney's waist as Carson's fingers intertwined with his. "I'm... Well, I'm not very good at these things, but I just wanted to say that the, uh, support I've been shown has been... incredible. So... thank you, from me and from... well, from the family Kerulian."
There were cheers and clapping, which grew to a deafening roar as Carson and Rodney drew him into their arms and kissed him, one after the other. They drew apart eventually and he grinned at the crowd. "Now... about that party..." There were whoops and someone yelling "Party on!" like a teenager from the back of the room. "Absolutely! Let's get this party started."
***
Carson laughed, one arm around John as his husband tipped back a bottle of swill that the Americans called beer. In the middle of the room, Corrigan and Stackhouse were teaching their wives "Earth-style" dancing, fluidly switching partners as they danced. A thought flashed through Carson's mind that their lovemaking sessions must be a thing of beauty to see.
"Liata and Adeka are really something, aren't they?" John asked, echoing his thoughts, leaning back comfortably against him. "They just seem to radiate joy, you know?"
Carson chuckled. "Ah, there could be a reason for that, love."
John turned to look at him. "You're shitting me! Both of them?"
"Both of them."
"Damn! They didn't waste any time, did they?"
Carson pressed a kiss to John's shoulder. "In the Pegasus Galaxy, you don't wait for these things." He looked up to see Rodney returning with a plate piled high. "There you are, love. You know you didn't have to get everything on the first pass."
"I brought things to share!" Rodney protested. "These shish-kebabs are really good, though I can't figure out what the meat is."
"Nutria," John answered.
Rodney paused, mid-chew. "You're kidding me, right?" he asked around the bite in his mouth.
Carson shook with laughter, John's guffaws vibrating through him. Rodney spit out the bite into a napkin.
"Maybe you should give the rest to Ronon," John suggested.
"Where is he, anyway?" Carson asked, looking around the room.
"Over in the corner macking on Radek like some overgrown teenager," Rodney answered, nodding to the corner in question.
Carson looked over, where he caught sight of the big man pressed back into a chair by his smaller husband.
"Looks like the 'macking' is mutual," John said.
Teyla's laughter caught their attention and their eyes returned to the dance floor, where Alvarez was performing a terrible imitation of John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, much to Teyla's-- and many others'-- amusement.
"Please, tell me they're not getting serious," Rodney said.
"Oh, I don't know," John said, as Alvarez dipped their teammate. "I think someone with a little bit of the kid in him is exactly what she needs."
Carson drew John closer to him, holding out his hand to Rodney, who took it and settled against them. "And you would know, love."
"Is this about the Hot Wheels?" John asked.
Carson grinned, remembering John's delight as he'd finally gotten into his packages from the Daedalus. "It might have more to with the track and the parking garage and the car wash..."
"Hey! It's for the Athosian kids."
"But we're going to put it together for them, right?" Rodney asked.
"Absolutely," John answered.
"Colonel Sheppard?" They all turned to take in Colonel Caldwell standing there, his hand extended. "Congratulations."
John shook Caldwell's hand. "Thank you, sir."
The colonel nodded to Carson and Rodney. "And congratulations on your marriage. I wish you all the best."
"Thank you," Carson answered. "Are ye planning on staying to celebrate for a while, Colonel?"
Caldwell looked around the room uncomfortably. "I think it's probably best if I don't, doctor. I wouldn't want to put a damper on things."
"You didn't seem too worried about that a week and a half ago," Rodney said.
"Rodney!" Carson chided.
Caldwell turned to Rodney. "You know, Doctor McKay, I envy you your ability to speak your mind without concern for the consequences, but I have to wonder how Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Beckett have kept themselves from killing you sometimes."
Rodney gaped.
Caldwell hit his comm. "I'm ready, Hermiod." And in a flash of light, he was gone.
***
"You feel good," Carson whispered, moving against Rodney to the waltz that someone had put on.
Rodney pulled him closer. "Yeah, this is good." He'd never expected to be able to do anything so obvious in public. He was still adjusting to the thought.
"May I cut in?" Elizabeth asked.
The two of them pulled apart, looking uncertain for a moment before Elizabeth stepped in front of Rodney and placed her hand into his and her other arm around him. They quickly found the rhythm of the music, dancing in silence for a moment.
"You're pretty good," she commented.
"Thanks."
"How do you and John and Carson decide who leads?"
"Mmm. Hasn't come up much," he answered.
"No. I suppose not." They fell silent again for a while and then she sighed. "So... four months?"
"Mm. Five in a few days."
"I see. You know, I've suspected for some time that you were together. Oh, it took a while, because I kept looking for couples and couldn't decide whether it was you and John or you and Carson."
"Yeah?"
"I didn't see the connection between John and Carson until after the assault. John told me how long you've been together. I must say, I'm dumbfounded... and a little hurt."
Rodney looked into her face, thinking how it must have been for her to learn about them. How long had they been friends? "I'm sorry. We didn't tell anyone. People just figured it out."
She nodded. "But from now on, just so you know, I'd like you to remember I'll keep anything you tell me in confidence. All right?"
"So if I'd come to you a year ago and told you John and Carson and I were together, you wouldn't have disapproved?"
She considered. "Honestly? I probably would have at first, yes. But I'd like to think if I'd been given the chance, I would have come around rather quickly."
***
Rodney pressed against him and John shuddered. "God, it's like foreplay standing up."
Rodney's mouth took his, tasting of Athosian wine. "I think that's the idea, John. These are the people who see their newlyweds off to a wedding tent with lewd suggestions, after all."
"No kidding. Where's Carson, by the way?"
"Sitting with the drummers, watching everyone dance."
John looked over to take in Carson, sitting comfortably on the floor, eyes fastened on John and Rodney, hands in his lap where they conveniently disguised any untoward bulges. Feeling wicked, John ground back against Rodney, rotating his hips, as he watched Carson watching them.
Carson shuddered.
"You keep doing that, it's going to be more than foreplay standing up," Rodney growled.
"Well, maybe it's time to move on from foreplay..."
Rodney bit his shoulder. "Yeah, I think you're right."
***
"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked. "You don't have to do everything, you know, just because we're married."
"I'm sure," Stackhouse answered, holding Adeka's and Liata's hands.
"All right. Just relax. The girls have gotten you pretty loose, so this shouldn't--"
"Harry. I'm okay. Really." A few moments later, he was throwing his head back and gasping, "Oh, my God!"
Harry froze. "Are you okay?"
"God, yes! Why didn't you tell me? Oh, God, Harry!"
***
In the quiet hours of the morning, Radek awoke to voices, softened by the cold sea air as they had traveled between their origin and Radek's window. Radek lay safely in the circle of Ronon's arms and listened to soft cries of pleasure and confessions of love. He wasn't entirely certain, but thought there were three voices and perhaps the names John, Carson, and Rodney called in the midst of passion.
Ronon sighed. "Someone's singing a love song."
"No cooking references?" Radek asked, smiling.
Ronon chuckled. "No. Just singing references."
"I think that may be universal."
"I'm surprised it doesn't bother you. Most of your people are obsessed with privacy."
Radek laughed. "I lived many years in a tiny apartment in Prague with the thinnest walls imaginable. You get used to hearing such intimacies... and knowing others were hearing yours."
Ronon rolled over to look into his eyes, a feral grin on his face. "So, do you want to serenade them back, then?"
"Oh, I think I could be talked into it."
AN: Libero is a musical term meaning "free or freely"
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