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Title: The Bed
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: Trio
Warnings: Sex.
Summery: Should probably be called, The Sex.
Notes: 1860 words. Following on my little Sam/McKay smut series.
1. The Deal
2. The Orgasm
3. The Dinner
4. The Reward
5. The Lunch
She hadn't spent this much time making out since she had been a teenager. She hadn't enjoyed making out this much since she had been a teenager either, lying half on top of Rodney McKay, his hands stroking her back, under her shirt, her hands on his sides holding tight.
This is how it had all started, kissing, one exhaustion fuelled peck on the cheek and now his erection was nudging her thigh and she couldn't help grinding her hips against the leg that was in between hers.
As nice as kissing was though, it wasn't enough, never had been. Strangely, it was likely to get her in as much trouble now as it had done when she'd been a teenager. She pulled at his t-shirt, pushing it up his body so she could get it over his head. When it was free she pulled back further to take a look at him. He'd put on more weight since she'd first met him, and while he wasn't as fit as he'd like to think (thank you Jennifer) a lot of it was muscle, his upper body had bulked up, and she already knew his legs were stronger.
He wasn't the skinny, self-centred, arrogant bastard he had been. He was an improved McKay, she had realised, the self-centred attitude only went a few layers down, it was a front. His arrogance, well, sometimes he was right.
She was never going to tell him that though. Ever.
A hand brushed the side of her breast, and then, she was on her back, looking up at his smug grin, his legs straddling hers.
“Very good Rodney.”
“I know.” She rolled her eyes at him, trying not to laugh and ruin the effect but he had stopped looking at her face and was undoing the buttons on her shirt.
His hands were shaking.
“It's okay Rodney,” she said, reaching out to stroke a hand over his arms.
“It's not,” he stuttered, “it's really not.” He pulled her shirt open and his mouth dropped open when he revealed blue lace. “Did you know, how?”
“Know what?”
“About the blue bra?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He smiled then, and leant over her.
“I'll tell you later,” he said against her lips, before kissing her hard. She moaned into his mouth, moving her hips under him, she was about ready to flip him onto his back when she felt his hand skimming her waistline. His lips moved down to her neck and he popped the button open, pulled the zipper down and thrust his hand into her underwear.
“Oh fuck, Sam,” he groaned, his fingers slipping through her wetness when he went to press down on her clit. She moaned in reply and hitched her hips up for more contact. She knew the feel of his fingers, knew what he could do with them and it was an instant turn on.
The information alone turned her on. She was such a geek.
“Nhmore,” she groaned. He pushed a finger into her body, pulling at the lace of her bra with his teeth, then paused all of a sudden. “McKay,” she warned. He pulled away, released her bra, pulled his finger from her warmth and sat back. She went to speak again, but he pulled down her pants, brushing his fingers over her legs. Her socks and boots went too and he paused to look her over, blue lace panties, a wet patch at her centre, blue lace bra, pulled down a little by his teeth. Loose blonde hair, flushed face, oodles of pale skin.
He started to shake again.
Part of Sam worried, that maybe she wouldn't live up to the multiple fantasies he had played out in his hands over the years.
“Fucking beautiful,” he sighed. She smiled. Rodney had always been very good for her ego.
She imagined, at times, she can't have been very good for hers though, and sat up to undo his pants and strip him.
“You're not so bad yourself Rodney,” she said, helping him out of his boxers, holding his erection tight to make him groan.
“Really?” he choked out when she let go of him, letting him crawl back over her.
“Yeah, you filled out nicely.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” She reached up to grab his head and pull him down for a kiss, “I mean, you're right, you're not going to be on the cover of Shape any time soon, but then, I'm never going to be a centrefold either.”
“Oh, no, no, no, you are the most beautiful woman that has ever existed.” He was so firm with his words, almost angry. She wanted to believe it, but then, if she was to him, maybe it didn't matter.
“You're an idiot Rodney,” she said laughing.
“Do you really want to be a centrefold?” he asked, ignoring the insult.
“Not really, it was the first thing that came to mind. Probably because I'm lying on my back almost naked.
“Almost,” he said, eyes lighting up like he had had a brilliant idea.
He slipped a hand under her body and she sat up a little, giving him room to undo the clasp of her bra. His hands shook harder when he pulled the straps from her arms, and she put her hands on his, stopping him.
“Why are you so nervous?” she asked, “you're fucked me with your fingers, and had me on my knees already?” He groaned, hips thrusting forward involuntarily.
“Because, because it's really you and I'm still trying to process that fact, despite my enormous brain, and also,” he hesitated, “also, it's been a while since I had sex with anyone this important to me.”
“Rodney, I...” She really didn't know what to say to that. “You were with Katie Brown for a year.”
“I know, I know, I'm a terrible human being.
“Not at all!” She pulled him down for a kiss again. “I just don't know what that means.”
“Neither do I.” He pulled out of her grasp and, taking a deep breath, pulled her bra off and dropped it to the floor. He sat back again, to look for a moment, then almost leapt onto her, taking a nipple into his mouth.
She cried out, arching her back and pushing more of her breast into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the tight bud and she moaned, hands in his hair, holding him close to her. He was really good with his tongue too, his mouth.
Most of his insecurities were truly unfounded.
He laved attention on her other breast, nipping at the soft pale skin, biting down gently on her nipple, testing her reactions.
She liked it rough, sometimes, but not right now, not this evening. She'd tell him that when she thought his brain wouldn't explode at the idea of a little bondage and things like that.
“Mmmmmore.”
“You always going to be this demanding?” he asked.
“Probably,” she laughed, “I want more Rodney.”
“Me too.”
He moved quickly, divesting her of the blue lace, sitting back once again to look.
“Haven't you seen enough yet?”
“Never,” he slapped her thigh, “ roll over.”
“McKay!” It was a weak protest, and she rolled onto her front, rolling her hips for him. She was shamelessly being drooled over, and it was the first time she had let him, and she didn't mind, because Rodney worshipped her and god it was a good feeling.
So was the feel of his large hand smoothing down her back and ass, his fingers teasing her entrance again, and it had been years since the foreplay had lasted this long, and when he thrust his fingers into her body she came, back arching, pushing her hips into the bed.
“Oh God Rodney.” His fingers were moving slowly inside her, soothing her body through the tremors. “I love your fingers.” She rolled over, forcing him to move. “I need you.”
“You need me?”
“Right now.”
“Oh.” He smiled and moved over her, settling between her legs and kissing her once again, his erection pushed at her entrance, and he groaned. When she reached down between them and helped him inside her, he dropped his head to her shoulder and she felt him grit his teeth, his body tensing up as he slowly pushed into her.
“Sam,” he whispered into her skin.
“Uh-huh.”
It hurt a little, in the good way, he was hard inside her, deep and fuck, this was really, really good.
So much so that she couldn't tell him so,
She had expected it would be, because he put a lot of energy into the things he loved, physics, himself, her? The orgasm in her office had been a huge indication too.
He started to move, slow, pulling all the way out of her body before inching back in, making her groan every time he was buried completely inside her. She lifted her legs up to wrap them around his waist, and pull him in deeper. He lifted his head from her shoulder, and kissed her on the lips, just once, and she smiled, a contortion of her lips because he thrust into her hard, out of rhythm, and once, and god. He didn't smile back, his face was hard, he looked angry again as he concentrated on her, on them, on this.
The slide in, and pull out, his thick cock moving over and over her sensitive spots inside her, making her body jerk as pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Faster and harder and ohgodRodneyMcKaywasfuckingher.
She screamed when she came, the sound shocking her into stillness for a moment, as the ripples of pleasure slammed through her, as Rodney kept moving within her, trying to find his own pleasure, his own stillness and serenity. Her hands moved to his shoulders to hold on as she rode out her orgasm, eyes closed, breath escaping her.
“SAM!”
Rodney jerked once, twice, hard into her body, and he came, shaking as his release shot through him and into her, his own breath gone and he gasped against her shoulder, breathing her in. He sucked on the skin there and it was enough to snap her head away.
“No marks,” she mumbled, “can't...” She whimpered when he slipped from her body, falling to her side in the bed. She stretched her legs out, then moved to wrap herself around him, “no marks,” she repeated.
“Okay.” He pulled her into his arms.
“Was that okay?” she asked.
“You're asking me if it was okay?”
“I have a lot of fantasies to live up to.”
“That was, the best, no contest, without a doubt, the best.”
“Good.”
“And me?”
“You were great Rodney, fucking great,” she said, eyes closing, face buried into his chest.
“You're staying right, the night, I mean, you don't have to, I know you don't want anyone to know about us, even though they already think they know something, I just thought it would be nice, waking up to you next to me...”Sam lifted her head up and kissed him on the lips.
“I'm staying,” she said, smiling.
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: ADULT
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: Trio
Warnings: Sex.
Summery: Should probably be called, The Sex.
Notes: 1860 words. Following on my little Sam/McKay smut series.
1. The Deal
2. The Orgasm
3. The Dinner
4. The Reward
5. The Lunch
She hadn't spent this much time making out since she had been a teenager. She hadn't enjoyed making out this much since she had been a teenager either, lying half on top of Rodney McKay, his hands stroking her back, under her shirt, her hands on his sides holding tight.
This is how it had all started, kissing, one exhaustion fuelled peck on the cheek and now his erection was nudging her thigh and she couldn't help grinding her hips against the leg that was in between hers.
As nice as kissing was though, it wasn't enough, never had been. Strangely, it was likely to get her in as much trouble now as it had done when she'd been a teenager. She pulled at his t-shirt, pushing it up his body so she could get it over his head. When it was free she pulled back further to take a look at him. He'd put on more weight since she'd first met him, and while he wasn't as fit as he'd like to think (thank you Jennifer) a lot of it was muscle, his upper body had bulked up, and she already knew his legs were stronger.
He wasn't the skinny, self-centred, arrogant bastard he had been. He was an improved McKay, she had realised, the self-centred attitude only went a few layers down, it was a front. His arrogance, well, sometimes he was right.
She was never going to tell him that though. Ever.
A hand brushed the side of her breast, and then, she was on her back, looking up at his smug grin, his legs straddling hers.
“Very good Rodney.”
“I know.” She rolled her eyes at him, trying not to laugh and ruin the effect but he had stopped looking at her face and was undoing the buttons on her shirt.
His hands were shaking.
“It's okay Rodney,” she said, reaching out to stroke a hand over his arms.
“It's not,” he stuttered, “it's really not.” He pulled her shirt open and his mouth dropped open when he revealed blue lace. “Did you know, how?”
“Know what?”
“About the blue bra?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He smiled then, and leant over her.
“I'll tell you later,” he said against her lips, before kissing her hard. She moaned into his mouth, moving her hips under him, she was about ready to flip him onto his back when she felt his hand skimming her waistline. His lips moved down to her neck and he popped the button open, pulled the zipper down and thrust his hand into her underwear.
“Oh fuck, Sam,” he groaned, his fingers slipping through her wetness when he went to press down on her clit. She moaned in reply and hitched her hips up for more contact. She knew the feel of his fingers, knew what he could do with them and it was an instant turn on.
The information alone turned her on. She was such a geek.
“Nhmore,” she groaned. He pushed a finger into her body, pulling at the lace of her bra with his teeth, then paused all of a sudden. “McKay,” she warned. He pulled away, released her bra, pulled his finger from her warmth and sat back. She went to speak again, but he pulled down her pants, brushing his fingers over her legs. Her socks and boots went too and he paused to look her over, blue lace panties, a wet patch at her centre, blue lace bra, pulled down a little by his teeth. Loose blonde hair, flushed face, oodles of pale skin.
He started to shake again.
Part of Sam worried, that maybe she wouldn't live up to the multiple fantasies he had played out in his hands over the years.
“Fucking beautiful,” he sighed. She smiled. Rodney had always been very good for her ego.
She imagined, at times, she can't have been very good for hers though, and sat up to undo his pants and strip him.
“You're not so bad yourself Rodney,” she said, helping him out of his boxers, holding his erection tight to make him groan.
“Really?” he choked out when she let go of him, letting him crawl back over her.
“Yeah, you filled out nicely.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” She reached up to grab his head and pull him down for a kiss, “I mean, you're right, you're not going to be on the cover of Shape any time soon, but then, I'm never going to be a centrefold either.”
“Oh, no, no, no, you are the most beautiful woman that has ever existed.” He was so firm with his words, almost angry. She wanted to believe it, but then, if she was to him, maybe it didn't matter.
“You're an idiot Rodney,” she said laughing.
“Do you really want to be a centrefold?” he asked, ignoring the insult.
“Not really, it was the first thing that came to mind. Probably because I'm lying on my back almost naked.
“Almost,” he said, eyes lighting up like he had had a brilliant idea.
He slipped a hand under her body and she sat up a little, giving him room to undo the clasp of her bra. His hands shook harder when he pulled the straps from her arms, and she put her hands on his, stopping him.
“Why are you so nervous?” she asked, “you're fucked me with your fingers, and had me on my knees already?” He groaned, hips thrusting forward involuntarily.
“Because, because it's really you and I'm still trying to process that fact, despite my enormous brain, and also,” he hesitated, “also, it's been a while since I had sex with anyone this important to me.”
“Rodney, I...” She really didn't know what to say to that. “You were with Katie Brown for a year.”
“I know, I know, I'm a terrible human being.
“Not at all!” She pulled him down for a kiss again. “I just don't know what that means.”
“Neither do I.” He pulled out of her grasp and, taking a deep breath, pulled her bra off and dropped it to the floor. He sat back again, to look for a moment, then almost leapt onto her, taking a nipple into his mouth.
She cried out, arching her back and pushing more of her breast into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the tight bud and she moaned, hands in his hair, holding him close to her. He was really good with his tongue too, his mouth.
Most of his insecurities were truly unfounded.
He laved attention on her other breast, nipping at the soft pale skin, biting down gently on her nipple, testing her reactions.
She liked it rough, sometimes, but not right now, not this evening. She'd tell him that when she thought his brain wouldn't explode at the idea of a little bondage and things like that.
“Mmmmmore.”
“You always going to be this demanding?” he asked.
“Probably,” she laughed, “I want more Rodney.”
“Me too.”
He moved quickly, divesting her of the blue lace, sitting back once again to look.
“Haven't you seen enough yet?”
“Never,” he slapped her thigh, “ roll over.”
“McKay!” It was a weak protest, and she rolled onto her front, rolling her hips for him. She was shamelessly being drooled over, and it was the first time she had let him, and she didn't mind, because Rodney worshipped her and god it was a good feeling.
So was the feel of his large hand smoothing down her back and ass, his fingers teasing her entrance again, and it had been years since the foreplay had lasted this long, and when he thrust his fingers into her body she came, back arching, pushing her hips into the bed.
“Oh God Rodney.” His fingers were moving slowly inside her, soothing her body through the tremors. “I love your fingers.” She rolled over, forcing him to move. “I need you.”
“You need me?”
“Right now.”
“Oh.” He smiled and moved over her, settling between her legs and kissing her once again, his erection pushed at her entrance, and he groaned. When she reached down between them and helped him inside her, he dropped his head to her shoulder and she felt him grit his teeth, his body tensing up as he slowly pushed into her.
“Sam,” he whispered into her skin.
“Uh-huh.”
It hurt a little, in the good way, he was hard inside her, deep and fuck, this was really, really good.
So much so that she couldn't tell him so,
She had expected it would be, because he put a lot of energy into the things he loved, physics, himself, her? The orgasm in her office had been a huge indication too.
He started to move, slow, pulling all the way out of her body before inching back in, making her groan every time he was buried completely inside her. She lifted her legs up to wrap them around his waist, and pull him in deeper. He lifted his head from her shoulder, and kissed her on the lips, just once, and she smiled, a contortion of her lips because he thrust into her hard, out of rhythm, and once, and god. He didn't smile back, his face was hard, he looked angry again as he concentrated on her, on them, on this.
The slide in, and pull out, his thick cock moving over and over her sensitive spots inside her, making her body jerk as pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Faster and harder and ohgodRodneyMcKaywasfuckingher.
She screamed when she came, the sound shocking her into stillness for a moment, as the ripples of pleasure slammed through her, as Rodney kept moving within her, trying to find his own pleasure, his own stillness and serenity. Her hands moved to his shoulders to hold on as she rode out her orgasm, eyes closed, breath escaping her.
“SAM!”
Rodney jerked once, twice, hard into her body, and he came, shaking as his release shot through him and into her, his own breath gone and he gasped against her shoulder, breathing her in. He sucked on the skin there and it was enough to snap her head away.
“No marks,” she mumbled, “can't...” She whimpered when he slipped from her body, falling to her side in the bed. She stretched her legs out, then moved to wrap herself around him, “no marks,” she repeated.
“Okay.” He pulled her into his arms.
“Was that okay?” she asked.
“You're asking me if it was okay?”
“I have a lot of fantasies to live up to.”
“That was, the best, no contest, without a doubt, the best.”
“Good.”
“And me?”
“You were great Rodney, fucking great,” she said, eyes closing, face buried into his chest.
“You're staying right, the night, I mean, you don't have to, I know you don't want anyone to know about us, even though they already think they know something, I just thought it would be nice, waking up to you next to me...”Sam lifted her head up and kissed him on the lips.
“I'm staying,” she said, smiling.