Short Fic: Mission Objectives
Title: Mission Objectives
Author: Teaphile
Pairing: McKay/Cadman
Rating: Adult
Notes: I started this for my picfor1000 entry, but I couldn't stretch it out to fit.
Mission Objectives
She’d never expected this. She’d wondered, of course, because who wouldn’t? But she’d never, ever, thought she’d actually react like this, and of all the ways a mission could go wrong, this was definitely the strangest. Stranger even than being trapped in Rodney’s body and oh, God, that was really the wrong thing to be thinking about with his cheek brushing hers nervously and his breath gusting against her neck, making her sweat even in this cold.
Laura heard the footsteps behind them and shifted a little, sure that their faces were hidden in the folds of her hood, but they were supposed to look like two natives making out behind the barn, not two aliens poking around where they weren’t allowed, so their heads should be moving a little. It did not help at all that her hands were in his hair, fingertips tucked into the edge of the hood, keeping it secure against the wall behind him. It was warm and dark and close, and Rodney seemed to have caught on, because he was slowly sliding his big, warm hands up her back, tracing patterns she didn’t recognize over the heavy cloth of the cape.
His left hand dropped away from her, and she spent a breathless moment hoping he’d take a chance and touch her somewhere more interesting, but his hand reappeared behind his head, pulling a splinter out of the wall and tossing it away. She sucked in a surprised breath when his hand landed on her waist inside the cape, hesitant fingers brushing the wool of her skirt then coasting up her spine in a slow massage, and if only he’d let that that thumb drop down and to one side, to touch the edge of her breast, then she’d know for sure if he felt the same interest she did. Dipping her head she brushed her cheek over his again, and nearly scared herself with her loss of control when she darted out her tongue to lick the musky sweat off his skin.
She drew back, trying to get some distance and control, but she stupidly met his eyes, pupils large and black with arousal. His hands tightened in her clothes, drawing her closer to his body, breasts now crushed up against him. She had to look away quickly, picking a spot of warn red wood behind his head. Bad enough that he was now breathing heavily, chest pressing up to her in rhythms that mimicked sex, but she prayed that he wouldn’t get hard, because she didn’t think she could keep herself from climbing him right there, clothed, against the side of a barn. She kept her hips away, despite the growing ache driving her forward.
The area around them became quiet again, and they had to move on, to get back to the gate with the information they’d collected. Laura couldn’t resist one last gesture, so she dropped her hood, and, looking him square in the eye, pulled him against her and trailed her hand up his thigh and over his ass, hoping desperately that he’d get the hint.
They made really good time back to the gate.
Author: Teaphile
Pairing: McKay/Cadman
Rating: Adult
Notes: I started this for my picfor1000 entry, but I couldn't stretch it out to fit.
Mission Objectives
She’d never expected this. She’d wondered, of course, because who wouldn’t? But she’d never, ever, thought she’d actually react like this, and of all the ways a mission could go wrong, this was definitely the strangest. Stranger even than being trapped in Rodney’s body and oh, God, that was really the wrong thing to be thinking about with his cheek brushing hers nervously and his breath gusting against her neck, making her sweat even in this cold.
Laura heard the footsteps behind them and shifted a little, sure that their faces were hidden in the folds of her hood, but they were supposed to look like two natives making out behind the barn, not two aliens poking around where they weren’t allowed, so their heads should be moving a little. It did not help at all that her hands were in his hair, fingertips tucked into the edge of the hood, keeping it secure against the wall behind him. It was warm and dark and close, and Rodney seemed to have caught on, because he was slowly sliding his big, warm hands up her back, tracing patterns she didn’t recognize over the heavy cloth of the cape.
His left hand dropped away from her, and she spent a breathless moment hoping he’d take a chance and touch her somewhere more interesting, but his hand reappeared behind his head, pulling a splinter out of the wall and tossing it away. She sucked in a surprised breath when his hand landed on her waist inside the cape, hesitant fingers brushing the wool of her skirt then coasting up her spine in a slow massage, and if only he’d let that that thumb drop down and to one side, to touch the edge of her breast, then she’d know for sure if he felt the same interest she did. Dipping her head she brushed her cheek over his again, and nearly scared herself with her loss of control when she darted out her tongue to lick the musky sweat off his skin.
She drew back, trying to get some distance and control, but she stupidly met his eyes, pupils large and black with arousal. His hands tightened in her clothes, drawing her closer to his body, breasts now crushed up against him. She had to look away quickly, picking a spot of warn red wood behind his head. Bad enough that he was now breathing heavily, chest pressing up to her in rhythms that mimicked sex, but she prayed that he wouldn’t get hard, because she didn’t think she could keep herself from climbing him right there, clothed, against the side of a barn. She kept her hips away, despite the growing ache driving her forward.
The area around them became quiet again, and they had to move on, to get back to the gate with the information they’d collected. Laura couldn’t resist one last gesture, so she dropped her hood, and, looking him square in the eye, pulled him against her and trailed her hand up his thigh and over his ass, hoping desperately that he’d get the hint.
They made really good time back to the gate.