The Silent Art of Watching, by takfar (NC-17)
Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagen, John Sheppard
Pairings: Rodney McKay/Teyla Emmagen (/John Sheppard)
Category: het, hint of slash, angst, h/c, first time
Warning: slash, adult
Author on LJ: takfarfanfic
Author's Website: Takfar.net
Link: The Silent Art of Watching
Why This Must Be Read:
The setup for this story is that of almost hopelessness--it's shortly after season two begins, and John, Teyla, and Rodney are hostages to Wraith worshippers. Each is to take their turn fighting for a night, and while John is gone for his turn, Teyla and Rodney turn to each other. The story is primarily het, and the rapport Takfar writes between Rodney and Teyla is just fabulous--sexy and almost joyful, despite their situation. Rodney is convinced he is going to die the following day, and there's a sense that he wants to enjoy what little time he has left. As the pairing indicates, John shows up toward the end of the story, shifting the dynamic onto a darker path.
One of the things I liked so much about this story was the author's ability to set a scene that trends toward despair and yet show the characters overcoming this reaction as well as submitting to it. There's a wide range of emotions we get to see here, and it all feels very human--rough, and very slightly broken.
Adult Rated Excerpt...
She laughs suddenly. "You are a tease!" she says gleefully. "I never expected it of you."
"Never?" he asks, sliding her shirt over her head.
She shakes her hair back from her face and smiles again, tugging his shirt up. He takes the hint and removes it, tossing it to the side. "I thought you would be...oh..." She's distracted from what she's saying as he slips his fingers between her legs, brushing lightly at her lips through the fabric of her pants. She presses herself against his hand and grinds hard, one hand toying with the hair on his chest, her smile replaced by a lustful, dark-eyed look.
"What?" he asks, enjoying the effect he has on her.
She closes her almond eyes, breathing in sharply, tilting her head back. Then she looks at him again. "I expected you to be tentative."
"Yes, because that's an adjective that describes me," he grins down at her.
Characters: Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagen, John Sheppard
Pairings: Rodney McKay/Teyla Emmagen (/John Sheppard)
Category: het, hint of slash, angst, h/c, first time
Warning: slash, adult
Author on LJ: takfarfanfic
Author's Website: Takfar.net
Link: The Silent Art of Watching
Why This Must Be Read:
The setup for this story is that of almost hopelessness--it's shortly after season two begins, and John, Teyla, and Rodney are hostages to Wraith worshippers. Each is to take their turn fighting for a night, and while John is gone for his turn, Teyla and Rodney turn to each other. The story is primarily het, and the rapport Takfar writes between Rodney and Teyla is just fabulous--sexy and almost joyful, despite their situation. Rodney is convinced he is going to die the following day, and there's a sense that he wants to enjoy what little time he has left. As the pairing indicates, John shows up toward the end of the story, shifting the dynamic onto a darker path.
One of the things I liked so much about this story was the author's ability to set a scene that trends toward despair and yet show the characters overcoming this reaction as well as submitting to it. There's a wide range of emotions we get to see here, and it all feels very human--rough, and very slightly broken.
Adult Rated Excerpt...
She laughs suddenly. "You are a tease!" she says gleefully. "I never expected it of you."
"Never?" he asks, sliding her shirt over her head.
She shakes her hair back from her face and smiles again, tugging his shirt up. He takes the hint and removes it, tossing it to the side. "I thought you would be...oh..." She's distracted from what she's saying as he slips his fingers between her legs, brushing lightly at her lips through the fabric of her pants. She presses herself against his hand and grinds hard, one hand toying with the hair on his chest, her smile replaced by a lustful, dark-eyed look.
"What?" he asks, enjoying the effect he has on her.
She closes her almond eyes, breathing in sharply, tilting her head back. Then she looks at him again. "I expected you to be tentative."
"Yes, because that's an adjective that describes me," he grins down at her.