38 Minutes Challenge by MS
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sga_flashficTitle: Dream a Little Dream
Author: Ms Smooth
Length: 1028 words
Challenge: 38 Minutes (37 minutes, no time to edit.)
Category: little bit of everything (het, threesome, slash)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rodney McKay dreams of lovers past and never
Note: I found myself having vague thoughts about threesome sex with Rodney, Sam, and John. And, well... *shrug* McKay/Carter, McKay/Carter/Sheppard, and McKay/Sheppard.
Spoilers: "Sanctuary"
Sam's eyes flash in the lights as she throws her head back. The long column of her neck is exposed and Rodney leans forward, touching the skin first with his lips, and then with his teeth. Her moan reverbrates against his mouth and his hips surge upwards as his control breaks.
She pushes him back onto the bed and rides him, her hands braced on his shoulders. He slides his own hands up her sides until he's cupping her breasts, fondling them in a rhythm to match the one she's set between them.
It's in the seconds before orgasm that he wakes, his body jerking in reaction. His hands are fisted in the sheets and his come now covers the pillow he'd been humping in sleep. He gives himself a few minutes to get his breathing under control before he rolls out of bed and sets about cleaning up.
His body feels the lack of actual sleep and sex, but he ignores it as he tosses the soiled sheets into the corner and heads out of his room. The bright lights and activity of the lab are already calling him and the memory of his dream lover are shoved aside in the face of more pressing issues.
* * *
She is on top again, straddling him, though she hasn't let him penetrate yet. Instead, she is resting on his thighs as her hands work him. He watches her hands for a while, his own caught up in the sheets as he pants and twists beneath her. Then his eyes travel up her body, only to find two hands on her breasts where his should be.
His surprise almost pulls him from sleep, but his eyes manage to finish the trip up her body, until they spy Sheppard nipping at her neck. Sheppard is fondling her and rubbing against her back, but his eyes are on Rodney. That visage jerks him the rest of the way into wakefulness and his exit from the bed is more of an unnerved jump than a slow crawl.
The sheets are clean, but he pulls them off anyway before heading to the shower. There, he stands under the warm spray and focuses on images of Sam Carter. In his mind, his own hands on her body look wrong, and he finally comes with a picture of her pleasuring herself while he watches.
* * *
During what passes for the day, Zelenka makes a comment about certain people being worthless when fatigued, Elizabeth questions him with concern, and Major Sheppard somehow manages to set him on fire. The trip to the infirmary is marked by several jokes from Ford regarding John's aim and results in Rodney's ass being exposed to everyone -- everyone being the Major, Carson, and several nurses -- while Carson puts salve and a bandage on it.
Rodney's in a foul mood by the time he's released to go back to work, and before dinner that night, he's managed to bring two technicians and chemist to tears. He can't sit down to eat, so he takes his food back to the lab and leans against the wall. His only consolation is that it's quiet, at least until Sheppard shows up bearing a cup of coffee and chocolate. The coffee is decaf, but the real stuff, and the chocolate goes a long way in making up for it.
There's some banter about Rodney's ass and Sheppard being an ass, but Rodney's temper is under the effects of the chocolate and Sheppard laughs off most of his retorts without taking any offense whatever. It's normal and therefore relaxing. When Sheppard leaves, Rodney goes back to work and actually manages to accomplish several things he'd been blocked on most of the day.
* * *
Sam is under him, her legs wrapped around his hips. He slides in and out of her in a smooth glide, going slow and watching her face as pleasure washes over her. Her hands squeeze his shoulders and move into his hair as she coaxes and moans for more, faster, NOW. He smiles and leans down to kiss her neck as he pushes deeper in.
A hand smooths down his back, even while hers are gripping his hair, but there's no real surprise, not even when the hand smooths over his ass and his joined by another one.
He continues to make love to Sam, but he's conscious of John pressing close behind him. He's trapped between two warm, willing bodies, hands everywhere, and he can't help the snap he puts into his hips when a fingertip is run down the cleft of his ass.
Sam doesn't protest; she urges him to do it again with her voice, and legs, and hands. Trembling harder now, feeling on the edge of his control and some other, unnameable precipice, Rodney stills.
John's lip brush his ear then and the words, though comforting, are lost as Rodney thrusts hard again as he comes.
* * *
Rodney is lying on his side, legs intertwined with John's. They kiss and pet, movements languid. Rodney knows about about the technical aspect of the kind of sex they could be having, but he's both inexperienced about what it actually feels like and content to settle for mind-melting love making instead.
* * *
He had wanted Sam, and for the longest time, he'd managed to convince himself that she wanted him as well, but was too stubborn to admit it. They'd never been lovers, and Rodney doubted anyone, least of all Samantha Carter, would ever have called them friends.
John Sheppard is his friend, and his teammate. More rests on their amiable working relationship than just Rodney's heart or dignity. He's jealous of the alien priestess, but he's not stupid enough to try the jilted lover routine. Instead, he pushes the concerned friend angle and still ends up with a metaphorical slap to the face, despite being right.
In his dreams that night, Sam's role is usurped by images of Chaya and Rodney is nowhere in the picture. The following morning, he takes Carson up on a previous offer of sleeping pills and tells himself he doesn't miss the dreams at all.
Author: Ms Smooth
Length: 1028 words
Challenge: 38 Minutes (37 minutes, no time to edit.)
Category: little bit of everything (het, threesome, slash)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rodney McKay dreams of lovers past and never
Note: I found myself having vague thoughts about threesome sex with Rodney, Sam, and John. And, well... *shrug* McKay/Carter, McKay/Carter/Sheppard, and McKay/Sheppard.
Spoilers: "Sanctuary"
Sam's eyes flash in the lights as she throws her head back. The long column of her neck is exposed and Rodney leans forward, touching the skin first with his lips, and then with his teeth. Her moan reverbrates against his mouth and his hips surge upwards as his control breaks.
She pushes him back onto the bed and rides him, her hands braced on his shoulders. He slides his own hands up her sides until he's cupping her breasts, fondling them in a rhythm to match the one she's set between them.
It's in the seconds before orgasm that he wakes, his body jerking in reaction. His hands are fisted in the sheets and his come now covers the pillow he'd been humping in sleep. He gives himself a few minutes to get his breathing under control before he rolls out of bed and sets about cleaning up.
His body feels the lack of actual sleep and sex, but he ignores it as he tosses the soiled sheets into the corner and heads out of his room. The bright lights and activity of the lab are already calling him and the memory of his dream lover are shoved aside in the face of more pressing issues.
* * *
She is on top again, straddling him, though she hasn't let him penetrate yet. Instead, she is resting on his thighs as her hands work him. He watches her hands for a while, his own caught up in the sheets as he pants and twists beneath her. Then his eyes travel up her body, only to find two hands on her breasts where his should be.
His surprise almost pulls him from sleep, but his eyes manage to finish the trip up her body, until they spy Sheppard nipping at her neck. Sheppard is fondling her and rubbing against her back, but his eyes are on Rodney. That visage jerks him the rest of the way into wakefulness and his exit from the bed is more of an unnerved jump than a slow crawl.
The sheets are clean, but he pulls them off anyway before heading to the shower. There, he stands under the warm spray and focuses on images of Sam Carter. In his mind, his own hands on her body look wrong, and he finally comes with a picture of her pleasuring herself while he watches.
* * *
During what passes for the day, Zelenka makes a comment about certain people being worthless when fatigued, Elizabeth questions him with concern, and Major Sheppard somehow manages to set him on fire. The trip to the infirmary is marked by several jokes from Ford regarding John's aim and results in Rodney's ass being exposed to everyone -- everyone being the Major, Carson, and several nurses -- while Carson puts salve and a bandage on it.
Rodney's in a foul mood by the time he's released to go back to work, and before dinner that night, he's managed to bring two technicians and chemist to tears. He can't sit down to eat, so he takes his food back to the lab and leans against the wall. His only consolation is that it's quiet, at least until Sheppard shows up bearing a cup of coffee and chocolate. The coffee is decaf, but the real stuff, and the chocolate goes a long way in making up for it.
There's some banter about Rodney's ass and Sheppard being an ass, but Rodney's temper is under the effects of the chocolate and Sheppard laughs off most of his retorts without taking any offense whatever. It's normal and therefore relaxing. When Sheppard leaves, Rodney goes back to work and actually manages to accomplish several things he'd been blocked on most of the day.
* * *
Sam is under him, her legs wrapped around his hips. He slides in and out of her in a smooth glide, going slow and watching her face as pleasure washes over her. Her hands squeeze his shoulders and move into his hair as she coaxes and moans for more, faster, NOW. He smiles and leans down to kiss her neck as he pushes deeper in.
A hand smooths down his back, even while hers are gripping his hair, but there's no real surprise, not even when the hand smooths over his ass and his joined by another one.
He continues to make love to Sam, but he's conscious of John pressing close behind him. He's trapped between two warm, willing bodies, hands everywhere, and he can't help the snap he puts into his hips when a fingertip is run down the cleft of his ass.
Sam doesn't protest; she urges him to do it again with her voice, and legs, and hands. Trembling harder now, feeling on the edge of his control and some other, unnameable precipice, Rodney stills.
John's lip brush his ear then and the words, though comforting, are lost as Rodney thrusts hard again as he comes.
* * *
Rodney is lying on his side, legs intertwined with John's. They kiss and pet, movements languid. Rodney knows about about the technical aspect of the kind of sex they could be having, but he's both inexperienced about what it actually feels like and content to settle for mind-melting love making instead.
* * *
He had wanted Sam, and for the longest time, he'd managed to convince himself that she wanted him as well, but was too stubborn to admit it. They'd never been lovers, and Rodney doubted anyone, least of all Samantha Carter, would ever have called them friends.
John Sheppard is his friend, and his teammate. More rests on their amiable working relationship than just Rodney's heart or dignity. He's jealous of the alien priestess, but he's not stupid enough to try the jilted lover routine. Instead, he pushes the concerned friend angle and still ends up with a metaphorical slap to the face, despite being right.
In his dreams that night, Sam's role is usurped by images of Chaya and Rodney is nowhere in the picture. The following morning, he takes Carson up on a previous offer of sleeping pills and tells himself he doesn't miss the dreams at all.
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Date: 2005-04-06 06:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-06 07:03 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2005-04-06 07:55 am (UTC)Anyways, it was kind of weird because I was listening to "Dream a Little Dream" by the Mamas and the Papas when I first read the title and then just now Comfortable Numb [my favourite Pink Floyd song] came on. +grins+ Hello fellow Classic Rock fan!
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Date: 2005-04-06 05:35 pm (UTC)Hello! *waves* "Comfortably Numb" is my second fave of Pink Floyd. In my head, the song "Dream a Little Dream" is a lot happier and relatively angst-free. I'm still not sure how my mind managed to come up with the end it did.
*pets Rodney* The boy definitely needs some lovin'.
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Date: 2005-04-06 11:38 am (UTC)I loved the casual throwaway of and Major Sheppard somehow manages to set him on fire, that's what made me laugh, but that was when I thought it was all going to end happily.
Poor poor lonely Rodney. I think this was the perfect kind of angst. Matter-of-fact and not remotely maudlin. Fab
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Date: 2005-04-06 05:38 pm (UTC)There comes a time when even the oddest things are going to seem like routine, I think. Sheppard causing damage is one of those.
I was actually convinced myself it was a happy ending, until my fingers wrote the end. Then I blinked, went 'huh' and added the second to last section to round it out.
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Date: 2005-04-06 03:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-06 05:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-06 04:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-06 05:40 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2005-04-06 05:46 pm (UTC)*sniff*
Spose I forgive you.
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Date: 2005-04-06 05:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-06 06:01 pm (UTC)Now go forth and... write happies?
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Date: 2005-04-06 05:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-06 05:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-07 03:08 am (UTC)ANGST! Oh. *hugs Rodney*
and I have no idea how you pulled off this story with no dialogue WHATSOEVER. that's a fascinating and amazing thing to me.
hawt, very hawt. I like. Interesting combo, too!
I really like this fic. really. And i love how you just subtly introduced shep, too in the dream, followed with non-dream Shep with his concern and banter wtih Rodney. Very nice, very nice.
*thumbs up!*