Three to One - BtVS/SGA - Faith/McKay - NC-17
Title: Three to One
Author: Vesica
Rating: NC-17
Fandoms: BtVS/SGA
Word Count: 3566
Pairing: Faith/Rodney McKay
Summary: For being a mythical city in another galaxy, overflowing with all sorts of amazing technology and doodads, Atlantis was totally winning as the most boring place not on Earth. At least until Faith remembered her new favorite pastime.
Author’s Note: This started out as part of a Faith “5 Things” fic but one, it got a little too long for where it was supposed to fit and two, it actually became a follow-up to The Writing’s on the Wall. The idea had been rattling around in my head for a while and then I decided it was a great idea to challenge tthjinni to a porn off.
There’s a tiny bit of Faith/Rodney already out there, but I really really wanted to see something different from the standard way these characters are written - something where Faith wasn’t a) willing to sleep with anything with a pulse or b) offering Rodney a pity fuck and where Rodney wasn’t a) totally floored that any woman would toss herself at him and b) actually had some game. I guess it’s true, if you want something done right, do it yourself. A special thank you to wsasianboy for reasons he’ll understand and probably no one else will - which was the entire point.
For being a mythical city in another galaxy, overflowing with all sorts of amazing technology and doodads, Atlantis was totally winning as the most boring place not on Earth.
Sheppard was off trying to teach Ronon to play golf - again. Teyla was on another trip the mainland and all Faith’s usual poker buddies were busy actually working.
It sort of made sense Atlantis was so mind-crushingly boring. From what she’d gathered, the Ancients weren’t exactly party animals. If inner peace and meditation were the keys to Ascending, it looked like Faith wasn’t cut out to become a higher being. Besides, Ascension sounded pretty damned boring too - an eternity of singing Kumbaya and being so sure you were better than everyone else.
Speaking of raging egomaniacs, it occurred to Faith that maybe there was something she could do to amuse herself.
She headed for the labs and sure enough, there was Rodney, glowering at his computer screen and bitching to high heaven.
No one was listening, but that certainly didn’t stop him from getting his whine on.
“I can’t believe I am the only one around here capable of figuring out how to synchronize Atlantis’ climate control with the weather sensors and adjust for the seasonal variations in sea temperature. It’s not rocket science, people. Well, actually…some of the equations for weather prediction are more complex than the calculations needed for a rocket to achieve sufficient velocity and thrust to break through the atmosphere…So I guess it is rocket science, but that’s beside the point.”
Faith haphazardly pushed some of his papers aside to take a seat on his desk, making sure to shuffle them around a bit which she knew full well annoyed the crap out of him. “You really do love the sound of your own voice. You realize no one’s listening?”
When he didn’t respond, she nudged his chair with her foot and got a glare in return.
“Just another day bearing the burden of being the resident genius? That must be really tough,” Faith snarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
The sarcasm was lost on, or perhaps deliberately ignored by, Rodney. His mouth twisted in a lopsided self-satisfied smirk.
“It really is. Not that I’d expect you to understand that. Any of you really,” he said to the lab at large.
Faith laughed and kicked his chair. “You are SUCH an ass.”
“Name calling - very mature.” He stopped typing, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest. “Did you come down here for a reason or are you secretly working to sabotage Atlantis by keeping people from getting their vital and, might I add, very important, work done?”
“Dude, I know what vital means.” His vitriol slid off her like water off a duck’s back. “And none of the above. I was bored.”
“So you decided to come annoy me - aren’t I lucky?”
“Damn straight you are.” Faith gave him a smirk. “What can I say, McKay? You’re too easy. Getting you riled up is like taking candy from a baby - a big, cranky, egotistical baby.”
“It’s not egotism to have an accurate conception of your own abilities.”
Faith rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, because you’re so brilliant at anything you try.”
Rodney was a little taken aback by that, frowning while he backpedaled. “Well, not everything. I mean, obviously I’m not about to play pro sports anytime soon. But, yes -at the things that are within my skill set and important to me and at the things that are worth me devoting my attention to - I’m pretty much brilliant.”
It was almost too easy, the way he just walked right into it, Faith thought.
“Really?” she asked, letting her voice drop to a husky purr and leaning over just enough to provide a great view right down the front of her shirt. “Everything you devote your attention to?”
The snarky reply was on the tip of his tongue before his brain caught up and Rodney started to snap at her, only to stop and gulp audibly. She couldn’t possibly mean what he thought she meant. “Well, yes. Pretty much everything.”
Her smile was a little too toothy and the gleam in her eyes a little too wicked to be read as anything but huge, flashing “danger, danger” sign. She leaned back in a position carefully practiced to draw as much attention as possible to her impressive rack and gave him a long look, her tongue making a slow pass across her bottom lip. “Okay. Prove it.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” She slid off his desk with a jaunty bounce and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Prove it. I dare you. My room, tonight - 2100.”
With a wink, she turned and stalked off in search of other amusement.
“I’m not going to just because you dared me to,” he called after her. “What am I - twelve?”
But this time absolutely no one, not even Rodney himself, was listening.
Rodney stood staring at Faith’s closed door.
This was insane. There was no way she’d actually been serious.
Of course, on the off chance she was serious…
He’d thought Stargate Command had finally lost their minds when they’d sent word that they were sending some sort of Rambo of the unexplained to Atlantis. Doubly so when a girl who seemed better suited to a juvenile detention center than anything even remotely connected with the military arrived aboard the Daedlus.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to Faith. How could anyone who wasn’t dead not be attracted to Faith? After a few weeks around her, he was more willing to believe she was some sort of mythical warrior against the forces of evil, if only because there was no way a normal woman could move like that, look like that, and sort of ooze sex just standing there like that.
She was an odd one though. She talked like some sort of street hooligan and made no bones about the fact she’d never bothered finishing high school and had no use for ‘book learning’, but she certainly wasn’t stupid.
There were times he could tell she’d understood some plan he was trying to explain long before Sheppard got it, but every time she’d keep quiet until someone else said something. More recently, she’d taken to neatly paraphrasing the idea into the crudest, most simplistic metaphor possible which he suspected was just to try and a get rise out of the rest of the team.
It was totally incomprehensible to him why anyone would chose to let people believe they were stupid when they clearly weren’t.
Not that he’d spent a lot of time trying to comprehend Faith.
Okay, maybe just a little - but that was only because it was impossible to avoid her. She turned up everywhere, with a smirk and a waggle, and always managed those parting one-liners that rattled around in his head for days as he tried to figure out just what she’d meant.
Her last one, however, had been pretty clear - if she were serious.
He took a deep breath and knocked on her door.
The door opened with a soft whoosh and for a moment she looked surprised to see him standing there.
He took a step back, ready to wish her a goodnight and be on his way, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.
“I gotta say, I totally thought you were going chicken out.”
She pinned him against the closed door and kissed him, hard, in a move that wasn’t so much a kiss as a combination of a hockey body check and a standing lap dance.
Slayers might not have to breathe as much as normal humans but air was rapidly becoming an issue for him. He managed to extricate himself and gulp in a few much needed breaths.
“Hello to you too.”
Faith just laughed and wandered over to drape herself across the couch. She crooked a finger at him, beckoning him to her but he didn’t move. Not just yet.
“Hang on. Two things. First - why?”
She shrugged. “Why not?”
That wasn’t answer enough and his look clearly said so.
Faith pouted and sat up. “I dunno - for being such a jerk, it’s not like you’re not bad looking. Nice firm ass, decent muscle tone, ridiculously blue eyes and wickedly long fingers - seriously, those hands would make any girl think naughty thoughts.”
He didn’t respond so she just kept on talking.
He’d never seen her nervous. Actually, he’d never seen her act anything less than totally confident and in control. This was different and, he thought with a twinge of guilt, a bit of entertaining payback for all the times she’d left him spluttering or speechless.
“And…okay, sometimes you do this lopsided smirk thing that’s kinda sexy.” Faith became absorbed picking invisible lint off the couch. “And, you know, you’re fun when you’re cranky - all hot and bothered about some new annoyance. Just thought you might be fun hot and bothered in other ways.”
Rodney blinked a few times - looking neither pleased nor displeased. “That was very…itemized. I feel a little like a used car you’re kicking the tires on and thinking about buying.”
“Whatever,” Faith rolled her eyes and refused to look at him. “Look, you didn’t have to show up if the answer was no. Just go - no harm, no foul.”
He smirked. “I didn’t say no, did I?”
Her head snapped up and, for just an instant, she looked like she couldn’t believe he was serious. In a blink, the look was gone and she was all bedroom eyes and parted lips again. “No, you didn’t. And you said two things.”
His smirk grew into something that could almost be called a devilish grin. “Secondly, if I’m supposed to be proving my brilliance here, we’re doing this my way. I call the shots - period.”
She let loose a full-bodied laugh dirtier than any porno soundtrack. “Bring it on, McKay.”
Okay, so she had lied. Big time.
That whole list of reasons why? Utter bullshit.
They were all true, but not a one of them was the real reason she’d found herself sprawled across her bed on more than one night, hands buried between her legs, hissing out Rodney’s name as she came.
She’d only been in Atlantis a week when he’d done it the first time and he probably didn’t even have a clue he’d done anything.
He’d been midstream in an endless soliloquy on some new thing he and Zelenka had dreamed up that they wanted to try out. They’d been going on and on and at that point even Weir’s eyes were glazing over.
Faith got what they were talking about.
She usually did if it was something conceptual and didn’t involve too much math.
Maybe it was because she was bored. Maybe it was just because she could. Who knew?
She’d opened her mouth and made some snarky comment, comparing their idea for controlling the power output and usage in Atlantis to, well, her exact words had been ‘keeping the important shit from getting the unimportant shit’s sloppy seconds’.
Sheppard had choked trying to bite back his laugh. Teyla and Ronon were totally lost and she sure as hell wasn’t going to explain. Zelenka turned pink and Weir just pursed her lips and looked vaguely put upon, which seemed to be her default expression.
But Rodney….Mmmm Mmmm, Rodney.
Rodney had just stared, mouth hanging open - looking partly astonished that she’d actually comprehended any of that, but there was also a hint of amusement and the slightest acknowledgement that it actually wasn’t a half bad comparison.
But most importantly - at that exact moment - every single cell in that smarter-than-thou brain was totally, 100%, focused on her and damn if it didn’t send a little shiver down her spine. It was like being a spotlight - having those blue, blue eyes fixed on her.
After that it became a game - pushing his buttons to get Rodney to look at her like that again.
She’d hit the mother load after she’d managed to decipher Zelenka’s notes and Rodney had spent the rest of the time they were wandering around some God-forsaken corner of Atlantis staring at her whenever he thought she wasn’t looking.
It was everything she could do not to jump him right there.
Now she was really regretting she hadn’t if this is what they could’ve spent the last month doing.
She was almost embarrassed to admit she’d come twice before they ever even made it to the bedroom.
He’d said he was calling the shots, but she kinda expected that to go out the window as soon as the clothes started coming off. Goddamn, he was bossy - but in a sort of hot way.
He’d insisted on keeping this canyon of space between them at first as he kissed her, which she’d thought was stupid and totally not the point of what they were doing here, but somehow the lack of contact made the places where his hands were cupping her face tingle and every touch of his tongue was making the muscles deep inside her quiver. For someone who could be so oblivious to social niceties, he was doing an amazing job of reading her.
The first orgasm had been tiny, gentle even - a fluttering ripple of warmth, like honey flowing through her - but his pleased smile said it hadn’t escaped his notice.
He had taken ages kissing her like that, removing each article of clothing like he was unwrapping some wonderful gift and every time she’d tried to speed things up he simply shook his head and waited for her to stop.
Which she totally wouldn’t have put up with except for the staring. Holy fuck - the staring.
He hadn’t even been touching her the second time, which somehow was even more ridiculous than coming from someone just kissing you.
He’d coaxed her onto her feet so he could unbutton her pants and slip them off. And then he just sat back, looking her up and down, a careful study made hotter by the fact he was making no move to hide the tent he was pitching in his pants.
She’d shivered and, feeling incredibly stupid just standing there, started to whine at him to get on with it already, but he was already on his feet, tugging his shirt off and stepping out of his pants.
He’d walked right up to her and stopped, making a slow circle around her, pausing to unhook her bra and slide the straps carefully off her shoulders. He’d paused again in his study to slowly peel her drenched underwear down her legs.
And then nothing. Except that look certainly wasn’t nothing. Every time she squirmed or tried to figure out something to do with her hands, he’d stopped her. He’d reached out to move an arm, change her stance slightly, and once to brush her hair out her face, but he hadn’t really touched her.
That look - it was the same way she’d seen him looking at lines of code scrolling past or some new Ancient gizmo. It should have been cold - a look that baldly analytical - but there was a delicious undercurrent of wonder it at this fascinating new thing he’d found, a new puzzle to be solved.
He’d cocked his head to the side and bit at his lip, frowning a little, deep in thought, and that was it - she was a goner.
When he’d finally nodded for her to follow him to the bedroom, she’d have run if her legs hadn’t been so damned wobbly. At that point, she’d have followed him straight into a Hive Ship crawling with Wraith.
There been a few stops and starts, a few missteps, but she had to hand it to the man for sheer persistence. It was like he was on some sacred mission to find and push every single one of her buttons. At so far, he was doing a damned good job.
And now, laying here, his head between her thighs and tiny flashes of light exploding across her field of vision, she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to be getting that third orgasm until he decided she was.
One of his thumbs was digging into the inside of her thigh, a not unpleasant bite of pain. It was pressed hard against her femoral artery - she knew because he’d told her - so he could feel her pulse and every time it started really jumping, he stopped. It was like his own little Faith’s Fun Level meter and he was just abusing the crap out of that knowledge.
That was the other thing, the talking. From the moment they’d hit the sheets, he kept offering a running explanation which should have been fucking obnoxious but somehow it wasn’t.
His tongue flicked across her clit, perfectly timed to come right on the heels of twist of the fingers buried inside her, and her breathing hitched, hands clutching at the sheets for dear life.
“Rodney…”
He looked up, wearing a smirk so big she would have smacked him if she could move.
“Come on already,” she whined, trying to nudge him upward with her leg.
He pushed her leg away and waited, one eyebrow raised.
Smug bastard, he actually wanted her to beg. Well, no way. No way in hell.
Okay maybe…
“Please…” In her head it had been a curt formality but by the time it passed between her lips it sounded more like a plea for mercy than a demand.
A plea he thankfully answered and the rest was a blur of her blood pounding in her ears and her toes nearly curling as she finally got that third orgasm.
Rodney couldn’t help but feel pretty damned pleased with himself.
That had been…well, incredible. He’d never been with someone as uninhibited as Faith; she didn’t hold back anything - not a single tremor, not a single sigh.
He was thankful he’d jerked off once, okay twice, in the shower before coming over here in the faint hopes she actually had been serious and he was going to have to pull out all the stops.
After a ride like that, he didn’t have a single remaining doubt she was a Slayer. No normal person had that kind of muscle control.
He had been rather surprised that she’d been so…pliant.
Then again, before she’d run through that ticky list, he’d had no idea she had a bit of a hand fetish. He certainly hadn’t had a clue she got off on being studied like a bug under a microscope. Rather convenient, that kink.
Sex with her was totally engrossing and he’d had a grand time finding her buttons, though he had a feeling he’d barely scratched the surface with tonight.
They were both lying there, trying to find the will to move, when Faith mumbled something, but he couldn’t make it out. “Hmmm?”
“I said, Damn. That was…”
“Yeah.”
“…and I totally…”
“I know - four times.”
“You were counting?”
“Three to one ratio.”
“What?”
How to explain…“The three to one ratio - um, it’s a theory that the woman should have three orgasms to every one the man has.”
He realized in the silence that followed how stupid that sounded, but Faith just laughed weakly. “Only you. Only you would have some grand theory, with math no less, about sex. McKay, you are such a geek.”
“I guess I am. That didn’t sound like a complaint though.”
“Wasn’t one.”
Faith managed to flop over onto her side and glare at him. “Though I do have to say that was totally not fair. You didn’t let me do a damn thing. I’ve got skills, yo - mad skills.”
He patted her leg like she was a toddler throwing a tantrum. “I’m sure you do, but I thought I was supposed to be proving my brilliance.”
She didn’t say anything and he couldn’t resist asking, “So, was your challenge…well satisfied?”
She tried to hit him, but her coordination wasn’t quite up to snuff yet and it was more like a half-hearted slap.
“I’ll just take that as a yes,” he grinned, nuzzling into the pillow. “Sorry, but I have to pass out now.”
He was nearly asleep, floating right on the cusp of unconsciousness, when he heard her grumble, “You’re going to be totally insufferable now, aren’t you?”
He managed a barely coherent “probably” and got a very sleepy “I guess I can live with that” in reply.
So could he.
END.
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Author: Vesica
Rating: NC-17
Fandoms: BtVS/SGA
Word Count: 3566
Pairing: Faith/Rodney McKay
Summary: For being a mythical city in another galaxy, overflowing with all sorts of amazing technology and doodads, Atlantis was totally winning as the most boring place not on Earth. At least until Faith remembered her new favorite pastime.
Author’s Note: This started out as part of a Faith “5 Things” fic but one, it got a little too long for where it was supposed to fit and two, it actually became a follow-up to The Writing’s on the Wall. The idea had been rattling around in my head for a while and then I decided it was a great idea to challenge tthjinni to a porn off.
There’s a tiny bit of Faith/Rodney already out there, but I really really wanted to see something different from the standard way these characters are written - something where Faith wasn’t a) willing to sleep with anything with a pulse or b) offering Rodney a pity fuck and where Rodney wasn’t a) totally floored that any woman would toss herself at him and b) actually had some game. I guess it’s true, if you want something done right, do it yourself. A special thank you to wsasianboy for reasons he’ll understand and probably no one else will - which was the entire point.
For being a mythical city in another galaxy, overflowing with all sorts of amazing technology and doodads, Atlantis was totally winning as the most boring place not on Earth.
Sheppard was off trying to teach Ronon to play golf - again. Teyla was on another trip the mainland and all Faith’s usual poker buddies were busy actually working.
It sort of made sense Atlantis was so mind-crushingly boring. From what she’d gathered, the Ancients weren’t exactly party animals. If inner peace and meditation were the keys to Ascending, it looked like Faith wasn’t cut out to become a higher being. Besides, Ascension sounded pretty damned boring too - an eternity of singing Kumbaya and being so sure you were better than everyone else.
Speaking of raging egomaniacs, it occurred to Faith that maybe there was something she could do to amuse herself.
She headed for the labs and sure enough, there was Rodney, glowering at his computer screen and bitching to high heaven.
No one was listening, but that certainly didn’t stop him from getting his whine on.
“I can’t believe I am the only one around here capable of figuring out how to synchronize Atlantis’ climate control with the weather sensors and adjust for the seasonal variations in sea temperature. It’s not rocket science, people. Well, actually…some of the equations for weather prediction are more complex than the calculations needed for a rocket to achieve sufficient velocity and thrust to break through the atmosphere…So I guess it is rocket science, but that’s beside the point.”
Faith haphazardly pushed some of his papers aside to take a seat on his desk, making sure to shuffle them around a bit which she knew full well annoyed the crap out of him. “You really do love the sound of your own voice. You realize no one’s listening?”
When he didn’t respond, she nudged his chair with her foot and got a glare in return.
“Just another day bearing the burden of being the resident genius? That must be really tough,” Faith snarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
The sarcasm was lost on, or perhaps deliberately ignored by, Rodney. His mouth twisted in a lopsided self-satisfied smirk.
“It really is. Not that I’d expect you to understand that. Any of you really,” he said to the lab at large.
Faith laughed and kicked his chair. “You are SUCH an ass.”
“Name calling - very mature.” He stopped typing, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest. “Did you come down here for a reason or are you secretly working to sabotage Atlantis by keeping people from getting their vital and, might I add, very important, work done?”
“Dude, I know what vital means.” His vitriol slid off her like water off a duck’s back. “And none of the above. I was bored.”
“So you decided to come annoy me - aren’t I lucky?”
“Damn straight you are.” Faith gave him a smirk. “What can I say, McKay? You’re too easy. Getting you riled up is like taking candy from a baby - a big, cranky, egotistical baby.”
“It’s not egotism to have an accurate conception of your own abilities.”
Faith rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, because you’re so brilliant at anything you try.”
Rodney was a little taken aback by that, frowning while he backpedaled. “Well, not everything. I mean, obviously I’m not about to play pro sports anytime soon. But, yes -at the things that are within my skill set and important to me and at the things that are worth me devoting my attention to - I’m pretty much brilliant.”
It was almost too easy, the way he just walked right into it, Faith thought.
“Really?” she asked, letting her voice drop to a husky purr and leaning over just enough to provide a great view right down the front of her shirt. “Everything you devote your attention to?”
The snarky reply was on the tip of his tongue before his brain caught up and Rodney started to snap at her, only to stop and gulp audibly. She couldn’t possibly mean what he thought she meant. “Well, yes. Pretty much everything.”
Her smile was a little too toothy and the gleam in her eyes a little too wicked to be read as anything but huge, flashing “danger, danger” sign. She leaned back in a position carefully practiced to draw as much attention as possible to her impressive rack and gave him a long look, her tongue making a slow pass across her bottom lip. “Okay. Prove it.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” She slid off his desk with a jaunty bounce and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Prove it. I dare you. My room, tonight - 2100.”
With a wink, she turned and stalked off in search of other amusement.
“I’m not going to just because you dared me to,” he called after her. “What am I - twelve?”
But this time absolutely no one, not even Rodney himself, was listening.
Rodney stood staring at Faith’s closed door.
This was insane. There was no way she’d actually been serious.
Of course, on the off chance she was serious…
He’d thought Stargate Command had finally lost their minds when they’d sent word that they were sending some sort of Rambo of the unexplained to Atlantis. Doubly so when a girl who seemed better suited to a juvenile detention center than anything even remotely connected with the military arrived aboard the Daedlus.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to Faith. How could anyone who wasn’t dead not be attracted to Faith? After a few weeks around her, he was more willing to believe she was some sort of mythical warrior against the forces of evil, if only because there was no way a normal woman could move like that, look like that, and sort of ooze sex just standing there like that.
She was an odd one though. She talked like some sort of street hooligan and made no bones about the fact she’d never bothered finishing high school and had no use for ‘book learning’, but she certainly wasn’t stupid.
There were times he could tell she’d understood some plan he was trying to explain long before Sheppard got it, but every time she’d keep quiet until someone else said something. More recently, she’d taken to neatly paraphrasing the idea into the crudest, most simplistic metaphor possible which he suspected was just to try and a get rise out of the rest of the team.
It was totally incomprehensible to him why anyone would chose to let people believe they were stupid when they clearly weren’t.
Not that he’d spent a lot of time trying to comprehend Faith.
Okay, maybe just a little - but that was only because it was impossible to avoid her. She turned up everywhere, with a smirk and a waggle, and always managed those parting one-liners that rattled around in his head for days as he tried to figure out just what she’d meant.
Her last one, however, had been pretty clear - if she were serious.
He took a deep breath and knocked on her door.
The door opened with a soft whoosh and for a moment she looked surprised to see him standing there.
He took a step back, ready to wish her a goodnight and be on his way, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.
“I gotta say, I totally thought you were going chicken out.”
She pinned him against the closed door and kissed him, hard, in a move that wasn’t so much a kiss as a combination of a hockey body check and a standing lap dance.
Slayers might not have to breathe as much as normal humans but air was rapidly becoming an issue for him. He managed to extricate himself and gulp in a few much needed breaths.
“Hello to you too.”
Faith just laughed and wandered over to drape herself across the couch. She crooked a finger at him, beckoning him to her but he didn’t move. Not just yet.
“Hang on. Two things. First - why?”
She shrugged. “Why not?”
That wasn’t answer enough and his look clearly said so.
Faith pouted and sat up. “I dunno - for being such a jerk, it’s not like you’re not bad looking. Nice firm ass, decent muscle tone, ridiculously blue eyes and wickedly long fingers - seriously, those hands would make any girl think naughty thoughts.”
He didn’t respond so she just kept on talking.
He’d never seen her nervous. Actually, he’d never seen her act anything less than totally confident and in control. This was different and, he thought with a twinge of guilt, a bit of entertaining payback for all the times she’d left him spluttering or speechless.
“And…okay, sometimes you do this lopsided smirk thing that’s kinda sexy.” Faith became absorbed picking invisible lint off the couch. “And, you know, you’re fun when you’re cranky - all hot and bothered about some new annoyance. Just thought you might be fun hot and bothered in other ways.”
Rodney blinked a few times - looking neither pleased nor displeased. “That was very…itemized. I feel a little like a used car you’re kicking the tires on and thinking about buying.”
“Whatever,” Faith rolled her eyes and refused to look at him. “Look, you didn’t have to show up if the answer was no. Just go - no harm, no foul.”
He smirked. “I didn’t say no, did I?”
Her head snapped up and, for just an instant, she looked like she couldn’t believe he was serious. In a blink, the look was gone and she was all bedroom eyes and parted lips again. “No, you didn’t. And you said two things.”
His smirk grew into something that could almost be called a devilish grin. “Secondly, if I’m supposed to be proving my brilliance here, we’re doing this my way. I call the shots - period.”
She let loose a full-bodied laugh dirtier than any porno soundtrack. “Bring it on, McKay.”
Okay, so she had lied. Big time.
That whole list of reasons why? Utter bullshit.
They were all true, but not a one of them was the real reason she’d found herself sprawled across her bed on more than one night, hands buried between her legs, hissing out Rodney’s name as she came.
She’d only been in Atlantis a week when he’d done it the first time and he probably didn’t even have a clue he’d done anything.
He’d been midstream in an endless soliloquy on some new thing he and Zelenka had dreamed up that they wanted to try out. They’d been going on and on and at that point even Weir’s eyes were glazing over.
Faith got what they were talking about.
She usually did if it was something conceptual and didn’t involve too much math.
Maybe it was because she was bored. Maybe it was just because she could. Who knew?
She’d opened her mouth and made some snarky comment, comparing their idea for controlling the power output and usage in Atlantis to, well, her exact words had been ‘keeping the important shit from getting the unimportant shit’s sloppy seconds’.
Sheppard had choked trying to bite back his laugh. Teyla and Ronon were totally lost and she sure as hell wasn’t going to explain. Zelenka turned pink and Weir just pursed her lips and looked vaguely put upon, which seemed to be her default expression.
But Rodney….Mmmm Mmmm, Rodney.
Rodney had just stared, mouth hanging open - looking partly astonished that she’d actually comprehended any of that, but there was also a hint of amusement and the slightest acknowledgement that it actually wasn’t a half bad comparison.
But most importantly - at that exact moment - every single cell in that smarter-than-thou brain was totally, 100%, focused on her and damn if it didn’t send a little shiver down her spine. It was like being a spotlight - having those blue, blue eyes fixed on her.
After that it became a game - pushing his buttons to get Rodney to look at her like that again.
She’d hit the mother load after she’d managed to decipher Zelenka’s notes and Rodney had spent the rest of the time they were wandering around some God-forsaken corner of Atlantis staring at her whenever he thought she wasn’t looking.
It was everything she could do not to jump him right there.
Now she was really regretting she hadn’t if this is what they could’ve spent the last month doing.
She was almost embarrassed to admit she’d come twice before they ever even made it to the bedroom.
He’d said he was calling the shots, but she kinda expected that to go out the window as soon as the clothes started coming off. Goddamn, he was bossy - but in a sort of hot way.
He’d insisted on keeping this canyon of space between them at first as he kissed her, which she’d thought was stupid and totally not the point of what they were doing here, but somehow the lack of contact made the places where his hands were cupping her face tingle and every touch of his tongue was making the muscles deep inside her quiver. For someone who could be so oblivious to social niceties, he was doing an amazing job of reading her.
The first orgasm had been tiny, gentle even - a fluttering ripple of warmth, like honey flowing through her - but his pleased smile said it hadn’t escaped his notice.
He had taken ages kissing her like that, removing each article of clothing like he was unwrapping some wonderful gift and every time she’d tried to speed things up he simply shook his head and waited for her to stop.
Which she totally wouldn’t have put up with except for the staring. Holy fuck - the staring.
He hadn’t even been touching her the second time, which somehow was even more ridiculous than coming from someone just kissing you.
He’d coaxed her onto her feet so he could unbutton her pants and slip them off. And then he just sat back, looking her up and down, a careful study made hotter by the fact he was making no move to hide the tent he was pitching in his pants.
She’d shivered and, feeling incredibly stupid just standing there, started to whine at him to get on with it already, but he was already on his feet, tugging his shirt off and stepping out of his pants.
He’d walked right up to her and stopped, making a slow circle around her, pausing to unhook her bra and slide the straps carefully off her shoulders. He’d paused again in his study to slowly peel her drenched underwear down her legs.
And then nothing. Except that look certainly wasn’t nothing. Every time she squirmed or tried to figure out something to do with her hands, he’d stopped her. He’d reached out to move an arm, change her stance slightly, and once to brush her hair out her face, but he hadn’t really touched her.
That look - it was the same way she’d seen him looking at lines of code scrolling past or some new Ancient gizmo. It should have been cold - a look that baldly analytical - but there was a delicious undercurrent of wonder it at this fascinating new thing he’d found, a new puzzle to be solved.
He’d cocked his head to the side and bit at his lip, frowning a little, deep in thought, and that was it - she was a goner.
When he’d finally nodded for her to follow him to the bedroom, she’d have run if her legs hadn’t been so damned wobbly. At that point, she’d have followed him straight into a Hive Ship crawling with Wraith.
There been a few stops and starts, a few missteps, but she had to hand it to the man for sheer persistence. It was like he was on some sacred mission to find and push every single one of her buttons. At so far, he was doing a damned good job.
And now, laying here, his head between her thighs and tiny flashes of light exploding across her field of vision, she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to be getting that third orgasm until he decided she was.
One of his thumbs was digging into the inside of her thigh, a not unpleasant bite of pain. It was pressed hard against her femoral artery - she knew because he’d told her - so he could feel her pulse and every time it started really jumping, he stopped. It was like his own little Faith’s Fun Level meter and he was just abusing the crap out of that knowledge.
That was the other thing, the talking. From the moment they’d hit the sheets, he kept offering a running explanation which should have been fucking obnoxious but somehow it wasn’t.
His tongue flicked across her clit, perfectly timed to come right on the heels of twist of the fingers buried inside her, and her breathing hitched, hands clutching at the sheets for dear life.
“Rodney…”
He looked up, wearing a smirk so big she would have smacked him if she could move.
“Come on already,” she whined, trying to nudge him upward with her leg.
He pushed her leg away and waited, one eyebrow raised.
Smug bastard, he actually wanted her to beg. Well, no way. No way in hell.
Okay maybe…
“Please…” In her head it had been a curt formality but by the time it passed between her lips it sounded more like a plea for mercy than a demand.
A plea he thankfully answered and the rest was a blur of her blood pounding in her ears and her toes nearly curling as she finally got that third orgasm.
Rodney couldn’t help but feel pretty damned pleased with himself.
That had been…well, incredible. He’d never been with someone as uninhibited as Faith; she didn’t hold back anything - not a single tremor, not a single sigh.
He was thankful he’d jerked off once, okay twice, in the shower before coming over here in the faint hopes she actually had been serious and he was going to have to pull out all the stops.
After a ride like that, he didn’t have a single remaining doubt she was a Slayer. No normal person had that kind of muscle control.
He had been rather surprised that she’d been so…pliant.
Then again, before she’d run through that ticky list, he’d had no idea she had a bit of a hand fetish. He certainly hadn’t had a clue she got off on being studied like a bug under a microscope. Rather convenient, that kink.
Sex with her was totally engrossing and he’d had a grand time finding her buttons, though he had a feeling he’d barely scratched the surface with tonight.
They were both lying there, trying to find the will to move, when Faith mumbled something, but he couldn’t make it out. “Hmmm?”
“I said, Damn. That was…”
“Yeah.”
“…and I totally…”
“I know - four times.”
“You were counting?”
“Three to one ratio.”
“What?”
How to explain…“The three to one ratio - um, it’s a theory that the woman should have three orgasms to every one the man has.”
He realized in the silence that followed how stupid that sounded, but Faith just laughed weakly. “Only you. Only you would have some grand theory, with math no less, about sex. McKay, you are such a geek.”
“I guess I am. That didn’t sound like a complaint though.”
“Wasn’t one.”
Faith managed to flop over onto her side and glare at him. “Though I do have to say that was totally not fair. You didn’t let me do a damn thing. I’ve got skills, yo - mad skills.”
He patted her leg like she was a toddler throwing a tantrum. “I’m sure you do, but I thought I was supposed to be proving my brilliance.”
She didn’t say anything and he couldn’t resist asking, “So, was your challenge…well satisfied?”
She tried to hit him, but her coordination wasn’t quite up to snuff yet and it was more like a half-hearted slap.
“I’ll just take that as a yes,” he grinned, nuzzling into the pillow. “Sorry, but I have to pass out now.”
He was nearly asleep, floating right on the cusp of unconsciousness, when he heard her grumble, “You’re going to be totally insufferable now, aren’t you?”
He managed a barely coherent “probably” and got a very sleepy “I guess I can live with that” in reply.
So could he.
END.
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