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sga_flashficTitle: Just The Way It Goes (a.k.a. Five Sexual Experiences Not Often Recalled)
Author: Tielan
Summary: There's little things you hide, and little things you show... Good sex and bad sex. Sometimes it's a thin line.
Pairings: Ronon/other, John/other, Teyla/other, Elizabeth/other, Rodney/other
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made out of this.
Notes: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_flashfic 'Bad Sex' challenge in the manner of the "Five Things..." meme. I'm slightly nervous about this one since I've never written anything like it before and the topic is slightly out of my usual range. With grateful thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladyjax and blacksquirrel for the betas.
ETA: Thanks toshusu for the advice on ordering the stories.
- Looking In The Mirror -
Susannah Marshall was the daughter of a couple for whom John was doing some yard work the summer before he went into senior year.
She was a year older and headed out to a college somewhere upstate New York - the other side of the continent from Arizona. But the words John always used when he thought of Susannah were 'sexy minx'.
Her dark eyes were tilted at the corners, her mouth had a full pout to it, her body was all curves, and she smiled in a way that went straight to John's balls without consulting his self-control along the way. His junior year was full of dreams about Susannah - none of which he ever expected to make reality. Susannah dated guys in college, not high school.
So John was more than a little surprised when she cornered him behind her dad's garden shed one day in early spring and kissed him until he had to fight her off for breath. Then he kissed her back.
Since her parents weren't home and Susannah was both pretty and determined, behind the garden shed led to in her kitchen, and one thing led to another. John found his hands roaming all over those curves, found those pouty lips wrapped around his dick, and those dark eyes watching him as he panted his way through an orgasm far better than any of the ones his right hand had ever given him.
The girl was goddamn sex on a stick.
John had leisure to reflect on this - quite literally - when Susannah dragged him into the bathroom and demanded he fuck her from behind in front of the vanity mirror. Slowly.
Since she'd just given him the blowjob of his life, John figured a little kinky wasn't too much to ask. Besides, Susannah looked damn hot in the mirror with her fingers clenching the sink top edge, her nipples all swollen and swaying as she shook with every thrust and the midmorning sunlight coming through the bathroom window highlighting every tan freckle on her back. John watched from behind as he fucked Susannah to the blaring strains of Alice Cooper's Poison from her bedroom.
Susannah was in the middle of a panting orgasm and John was just as close, when her mom pushed the bathroom door fully open with a, "Susannah, for the hundredth time - why do you always have the volume--"
Shocked by her unexpected appearance, John pulled out - just in time to ejaculate all over the Marshall's sink cabinet and the backs of Susannah's pretty white thighs.
Even years later, John never thought of Susannah Marshall without remembering her mother standing in the bathroom, watching his dick wilt as semen dripped on the black marble tile.
- fin -
- Aural Sex -
Tricia's real name was Patricia Alexander- or so she told Rodney over drinks. She was a bubbly strawberry blonde studying for her Masters in computer engineering and had a way of looking at Rodney that had him hard long before she invited herself into his hotel room.
He liked Tricia's voice - a husky low purr that would make heavenly phone sex and made for only slightly less delightful oral sex.
"You know...I really like women who know what they want and just go for it," Rodney managed as he watched his penis slide in and out of Tricia's luscious pink lips, watched her breasts jiggle up and down in the confines of her black lace bra as she sucked him off. "Unbelievably sexy," he gasped as her teeth closed lightly around the tip.
"Really?" The husk of that alto voice went down Rodney's spine as her tongue writhed down his shaft, then up to the head of his erection before pausing over the pulsing tip. "Do you think I'm sexy?"
"You are the epitome of sexy. The Everest of sexy. The Hawking of sexy. Only, you know, not in a wheelchair or anything," he gabbled, growing panicked when she didn't continue with the blowjob. "Oh, God, please don't stop!"
Tricia's eyes were a lambent blue in the lamp light as she slid off the bed. "So you liked it?" The open edges of her shirt fluttered as she moved, and the garment slithered from her shoulders with nothing more than a shrug. Rodney found himself uncharacteristically mute she slid the panties off her hips, but left the garter belt and stockings on - along with the bra and the little black stilettos.
His hand reached for his erection, nearly trembling with lust as Tricia slid a finger deep between her thighs with slow sensuality before she walked back to the edge of the bed.
"Like what you see, Dr. McKay?"
He didn't have breath to waste on exclamations of awe, or, really, anything more than, "Come here, right now."
Then he had his hands all over those really firm breasts with their odd tiny nipples, and his erection in her incredibly slick body, and she felt unlike any other woman Rodney'd ever slept with but still incredibly hot as he pumped into her like there was no tomorrow...
Tricia was a loud one. And bold in more than just attitude. She wanted to try several positions, including anal penetration, and Rodney was amenable to it all. How could he not be when it was suggested in the husky voice that gave new meaning to the term 'aural sex'?
Rodney enjoyed himself very thoroughly that night - and judging by the noises she made, so did she.
He sauntered down to breakfast in a good mood, and sat down at a table of his colleagues from the conference with good cheer. At least until, in the middle of sausages, eggs, toast, and coffee, the topic angled its way around to Tricia Alexander.
"Gorgeous woman," commented one of Rodney's colleagues.
Before Rodney could agree loudly and follow it up with Tricia's prowess in bed - and his own satisfactory night - the man next to him said, "Yeah, pity about the sex change."
Rodney snorted coffee out through his nose.
- fin -
- Handling Like A Man -
Drew Brittan handled her like a man.
Elizabeth was used to boys who didn't quite know what they wanted and were tentative about touching her, so this was new.
It excited her more than she thought it should, the hungry texture of his mouth on hers, the stubble of his five o'clock shadow, the big hands that weren't shy about touching her.
The college frat party was in full swing, and Elizabeth had done her time in the bump-and-grind of the dance floor, swigged more than her fair share of beer, and smoked a couple of joints in one of the boys' rooms before Drew caught her arm as she emerged from the toilets. Someone had made a snide comment about her being a 'good girl' and she'd decided to retaliate by being bad for a change.
"Hey, Liz."
"Drew," she answered, trying to ignore the thrill of his touch. She'd had her eye on him all semester but never done more than a little flirting here and there. "What's up?"
He grinned. "I got something to show you."
It was actually several somethings in the end, starting with how his thick fingers could roll a joint with surprising skill and how his mouth felt against hers all tingly with the weed, the way his hands could thrust roughly into her bra and still excite her with the pushiness, the way his cock felt heavy and damp in her hands as he ground her nipples between his teeth.
Elizabeth decided that she didn't mind it a bit rough. By the time they got around to the actual sex, the weed and the alcohol had kicked in, but she was maybe conscious enough to remember a bit of pain and a bit of pleasure and thinking that the angle she was riding him didn't feel quite right, and his hands all over her body were so damn good and...
She woke up sometime in the middle of the night, her head throbbing like a thousand tom-toms were pounding away in the confines of her skull, her body aching and tender in all kinds of places, including her ass, and with a strong desire to pee.
Drew was out of it, snoring like a train. Not exactly what she'd fantasised about, but big and heavy and her first. Elizabeth winced as she slipped out of bed and tried to bend over to pick up her clothes from the shadowy floor. Her ass really hurt.
She was in the dorm bathrooms, gingerly showering under the multiple needles of the hot water spray when realisation hit her like a bat upside the head, leaving her shocked and trembling. The shower partition was smooth and soapy against her shoulder as she leaned against it because her legs felt like Jell-O and wouldn't hold her up.
She hadn't just had sex with Drew Brittan; she'd had anal sex. For her first time.
- fin -
- Scent Of Trine -
Duyamo was handsome and charming and not of Athos. Any two would have been sufficient for Teyla in her sixteenth summer, but all three was as a blessing from the Ancestors.
And when he drew her into the forest one evening, she followed him willingly.
The trine flowers grew thick around the cloak he laid down on the moss, their delicate perfume filling the air as they undressed each other with slow kisses and low laughter. Teyla lay back and moaned as Duyamo suckled her nipples with eager care, and he panted as she ran her fingers along the part of him that jutted so proudly from his loins.
Evening breezes stroked along their bare skin, thick with the resin of the trees that towered above them in the forest - the ambers that made the Parindi wealthy throughout the trading cultures of Pegasus.
"I desire to please you, Teyla," Duyamo said, his eyes the colour of moonlit clouds. "Will you let me?"
She took a breath laden with the aromas of trine flowers, and another, and another, as he tasted her, touched her, roused her to fever pitch until she ached. And when he did not match her desire, Teyla pushed his fingers deeper into her slick body and held her lips close to his. "I desire you to please me," she told him, boldness overcoming uncertainty as his breath pushed her own wet scent into her nostrils. "Now."
Now it was.
She pressed her lips into his hair, closing her eyes and concentrating on the odours of musk and the cured hides of his hair tie, as she filled herself with his body and his seed.
Pain was expected, but she was excited enough not to care as he moved in her body and she learned how to push back against him, matching him thrust for thrust.
"Ancestors," Duyamo gasped against her throat. "Teyla, this is...oh...sweet. So sweet..."
She lost words as her body found release, and Duyamo's cries grew thicker and less coherent, and the fragrance of the trine rose around them like a cloud of blessing on this union.
Duyamo cried out in her arms with one great shiver, and collapsed on her in exhaustion.
Lost in the aftermath of desire, Teyla did not worry at his stillness until she shifted beneath him and he did not respond.
"Duyamo?"
He gave no answer, lying across her as one dead.
When Teyla shoved him off her body, he was lax and lay where he landed, flopping like a slain deer. Cold fear rushed through her as she laid her hands on his skin. There was a sourness on his breath when she bent over him, and the sweat that tinged the air was suddenly rank and stale in her nostrils.
Duyamo never woke from his unconsciousness.
Teyla never liked the scent of trine flowers again.
- fin -
- Tastes Of Disappointment -
Malena laughed the first time Ronon made love to her.
Her mouth was sweet and spicy, echoing the honeyed wine they'd drunk in celebration of his acceptance into Kel's division - an unusual honour for such a young soldier. Her skin was damp and salty, beaded with sweaty nervousness at this new step in their relationship. Her folds were slick and smooth, coated with desire as Malena gripped his dreadlocks in hands as strong as burnished steel and gentle as a spring breeze and Ronon touched and tasted and ached.
In time, Ronon would learn how to please her while taking his own delight with her body's surge against his, his body's shudder in hers.
This first time, he knew the taste of her love for him - pure and strong, like fiery spirits on his tongue, in his belly. He learned the taste of her desire for him - balanced sweet and salty, like the sweet bean stew his grandmother made.
Malena was small and he was large. She tore and bled when he first entered her, and although she held onto him and said he could keep going, after a while she asked him to stop because it hurt.
Ronon tried to reassure her, tried to ease back, but he couldn't quite bring himself to stop because she felt so good...
Just a little more. Just a little closer. Just a little longer...
Desperation and disappointment tasted like the acinte fruits he and his cousins had taunted each other to try as children, tart and stinging; his desperation and her disappointment.
Her nails ripped his skin, her teeth found his lip, and her palm found his cheek as she struggled to get away from him and he held her down.
He didn't use violence against her, but neither did he let her go. Not even when she beat her fists against his chest and demanded he let her up. Not even when she screamed that she hated him and he apologised and told her he loved her again and again and again.
Malena cried after the first time Ronon made love to her.
And when Ronon tasted her tears mingled with his blood, maybe he did, too.
- fin -
Author: Tielan
Summary: There's little things you hide, and little things you show... Good sex and bad sex. Sometimes it's a thin line.
Pairings: Ronon/other, John/other, Teyla/other, Elizabeth/other, Rodney/other
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made out of this.
Notes: For the
sga_flashfic 'Bad Sex' challenge in the manner of the "Five Things..." meme. I'm slightly nervous about this one since I've never written anything like it before and the topic is slightly out of my usual range. With grateful thanks to ladyjax and blacksquirrel for the betas.ETA: Thanks to
shusu for the advice on ordering the stories.- Looking In The Mirror -
Susannah Marshall was the daughter of a couple for whom John was doing some yard work the summer before he went into senior year.
She was a year older and headed out to a college somewhere upstate New York - the other side of the continent from Arizona. But the words John always used when he thought of Susannah were 'sexy minx'.
Her dark eyes were tilted at the corners, her mouth had a full pout to it, her body was all curves, and she smiled in a way that went straight to John's balls without consulting his self-control along the way. His junior year was full of dreams about Susannah - none of which he ever expected to make reality. Susannah dated guys in college, not high school.
So John was more than a little surprised when she cornered him behind her dad's garden shed one day in early spring and kissed him until he had to fight her off for breath. Then he kissed her back.
Since her parents weren't home and Susannah was both pretty and determined, behind the garden shed led to in her kitchen, and one thing led to another. John found his hands roaming all over those curves, found those pouty lips wrapped around his dick, and those dark eyes watching him as he panted his way through an orgasm far better than any of the ones his right hand had ever given him.
The girl was goddamn sex on a stick.
John had leisure to reflect on this - quite literally - when Susannah dragged him into the bathroom and demanded he fuck her from behind in front of the vanity mirror. Slowly.
Since she'd just given him the blowjob of his life, John figured a little kinky wasn't too much to ask. Besides, Susannah looked damn hot in the mirror with her fingers clenching the sink top edge, her nipples all swollen and swaying as she shook with every thrust and the midmorning sunlight coming through the bathroom window highlighting every tan freckle on her back. John watched from behind as he fucked Susannah to the blaring strains of Alice Cooper's Poison from her bedroom.
Susannah was in the middle of a panting orgasm and John was just as close, when her mom pushed the bathroom door fully open with a, "Susannah, for the hundredth time - why do you always have the volume--"
Shocked by her unexpected appearance, John pulled out - just in time to ejaculate all over the Marshall's sink cabinet and the backs of Susannah's pretty white thighs.
Even years later, John never thought of Susannah Marshall without remembering her mother standing in the bathroom, watching his dick wilt as semen dripped on the black marble tile.
- fin -
- Aural Sex -
Tricia's real name was Patricia Alexander- or so she told Rodney over drinks. She was a bubbly strawberry blonde studying for her Masters in computer engineering and had a way of looking at Rodney that had him hard long before she invited herself into his hotel room.
He liked Tricia's voice - a husky low purr that would make heavenly phone sex and made for only slightly less delightful oral sex.
"You know...I really like women who know what they want and just go for it," Rodney managed as he watched his penis slide in and out of Tricia's luscious pink lips, watched her breasts jiggle up and down in the confines of her black lace bra as she sucked him off. "Unbelievably sexy," he gasped as her teeth closed lightly around the tip.
"Really?" The husk of that alto voice went down Rodney's spine as her tongue writhed down his shaft, then up to the head of his erection before pausing over the pulsing tip. "Do you think I'm sexy?"
"You are the epitome of sexy. The Everest of sexy. The Hawking of sexy. Only, you know, not in a wheelchair or anything," he gabbled, growing panicked when she didn't continue with the blowjob. "Oh, God, please don't stop!"
Tricia's eyes were a lambent blue in the lamp light as she slid off the bed. "So you liked it?" The open edges of her shirt fluttered as she moved, and the garment slithered from her shoulders with nothing more than a shrug. Rodney found himself uncharacteristically mute she slid the panties off her hips, but left the garter belt and stockings on - along with the bra and the little black stilettos.
His hand reached for his erection, nearly trembling with lust as Tricia slid a finger deep between her thighs with slow sensuality before she walked back to the edge of the bed.
"Like what you see, Dr. McKay?"
He didn't have breath to waste on exclamations of awe, or, really, anything more than, "Come here, right now."
Then he had his hands all over those really firm breasts with their odd tiny nipples, and his erection in her incredibly slick body, and she felt unlike any other woman Rodney'd ever slept with but still incredibly hot as he pumped into her like there was no tomorrow...
Tricia was a loud one. And bold in more than just attitude. She wanted to try several positions, including anal penetration, and Rodney was amenable to it all. How could he not be when it was suggested in the husky voice that gave new meaning to the term 'aural sex'?
Rodney enjoyed himself very thoroughly that night - and judging by the noises she made, so did she.
He sauntered down to breakfast in a good mood, and sat down at a table of his colleagues from the conference with good cheer. At least until, in the middle of sausages, eggs, toast, and coffee, the topic angled its way around to Tricia Alexander.
"Gorgeous woman," commented one of Rodney's colleagues.
Before Rodney could agree loudly and follow it up with Tricia's prowess in bed - and his own satisfactory night - the man next to him said, "Yeah, pity about the sex change."
Rodney snorted coffee out through his nose.
- fin -
- Handling Like A Man -
Drew Brittan handled her like a man.
Elizabeth was used to boys who didn't quite know what they wanted and were tentative about touching her, so this was new.
It excited her more than she thought it should, the hungry texture of his mouth on hers, the stubble of his five o'clock shadow, the big hands that weren't shy about touching her.
The college frat party was in full swing, and Elizabeth had done her time in the bump-and-grind of the dance floor, swigged more than her fair share of beer, and smoked a couple of joints in one of the boys' rooms before Drew caught her arm as she emerged from the toilets. Someone had made a snide comment about her being a 'good girl' and she'd decided to retaliate by being bad for a change.
"Hey, Liz."
"Drew," she answered, trying to ignore the thrill of his touch. She'd had her eye on him all semester but never done more than a little flirting here and there. "What's up?"
He grinned. "I got something to show you."
It was actually several somethings in the end, starting with how his thick fingers could roll a joint with surprising skill and how his mouth felt against hers all tingly with the weed, the way his hands could thrust roughly into her bra and still excite her with the pushiness, the way his cock felt heavy and damp in her hands as he ground her nipples between his teeth.
Elizabeth decided that she didn't mind it a bit rough. By the time they got around to the actual sex, the weed and the alcohol had kicked in, but she was maybe conscious enough to remember a bit of pain and a bit of pleasure and thinking that the angle she was riding him didn't feel quite right, and his hands all over her body were so damn good and...
She woke up sometime in the middle of the night, her head throbbing like a thousand tom-toms were pounding away in the confines of her skull, her body aching and tender in all kinds of places, including her ass, and with a strong desire to pee.
Drew was out of it, snoring like a train. Not exactly what she'd fantasised about, but big and heavy and her first. Elizabeth winced as she slipped out of bed and tried to bend over to pick up her clothes from the shadowy floor. Her ass really hurt.
She was in the dorm bathrooms, gingerly showering under the multiple needles of the hot water spray when realisation hit her like a bat upside the head, leaving her shocked and trembling. The shower partition was smooth and soapy against her shoulder as she leaned against it because her legs felt like Jell-O and wouldn't hold her up.
She hadn't just had sex with Drew Brittan; she'd had anal sex. For her first time.
- fin -
- Scent Of Trine -
Duyamo was handsome and charming and not of Athos. Any two would have been sufficient for Teyla in her sixteenth summer, but all three was as a blessing from the Ancestors.
And when he drew her into the forest one evening, she followed him willingly.
The trine flowers grew thick around the cloak he laid down on the moss, their delicate perfume filling the air as they undressed each other with slow kisses and low laughter. Teyla lay back and moaned as Duyamo suckled her nipples with eager care, and he panted as she ran her fingers along the part of him that jutted so proudly from his loins.
Evening breezes stroked along their bare skin, thick with the resin of the trees that towered above them in the forest - the ambers that made the Parindi wealthy throughout the trading cultures of Pegasus.
"I desire to please you, Teyla," Duyamo said, his eyes the colour of moonlit clouds. "Will you let me?"
She took a breath laden with the aromas of trine flowers, and another, and another, as he tasted her, touched her, roused her to fever pitch until she ached. And when he did not match her desire, Teyla pushed his fingers deeper into her slick body and held her lips close to his. "I desire you to please me," she told him, boldness overcoming uncertainty as his breath pushed her own wet scent into her nostrils. "Now."
Now it was.
She pressed her lips into his hair, closing her eyes and concentrating on the odours of musk and the cured hides of his hair tie, as she filled herself with his body and his seed.
Pain was expected, but she was excited enough not to care as he moved in her body and she learned how to push back against him, matching him thrust for thrust.
"Ancestors," Duyamo gasped against her throat. "Teyla, this is...oh...sweet. So sweet..."
She lost words as her body found release, and Duyamo's cries grew thicker and less coherent, and the fragrance of the trine rose around them like a cloud of blessing on this union.
Duyamo cried out in her arms with one great shiver, and collapsed on her in exhaustion.
Lost in the aftermath of desire, Teyla did not worry at his stillness until she shifted beneath him and he did not respond.
"Duyamo?"
He gave no answer, lying across her as one dead.
When Teyla shoved him off her body, he was lax and lay where he landed, flopping like a slain deer. Cold fear rushed through her as she laid her hands on his skin. There was a sourness on his breath when she bent over him, and the sweat that tinged the air was suddenly rank and stale in her nostrils.
Duyamo never woke from his unconsciousness.
Teyla never liked the scent of trine flowers again.
- fin -
- Tastes Of Disappointment -
Malena laughed the first time Ronon made love to her.
Her mouth was sweet and spicy, echoing the honeyed wine they'd drunk in celebration of his acceptance into Kel's division - an unusual honour for such a young soldier. Her skin was damp and salty, beaded with sweaty nervousness at this new step in their relationship. Her folds were slick and smooth, coated with desire as Malena gripped his dreadlocks in hands as strong as burnished steel and gentle as a spring breeze and Ronon touched and tasted and ached.
In time, Ronon would learn how to please her while taking his own delight with her body's surge against his, his body's shudder in hers.
This first time, he knew the taste of her love for him - pure and strong, like fiery spirits on his tongue, in his belly. He learned the taste of her desire for him - balanced sweet and salty, like the sweet bean stew his grandmother made.
Malena was small and he was large. She tore and bled when he first entered her, and although she held onto him and said he could keep going, after a while she asked him to stop because it hurt.
Ronon tried to reassure her, tried to ease back, but he couldn't quite bring himself to stop because she felt so good...
Just a little more. Just a little closer. Just a little longer...
Desperation and disappointment tasted like the acinte fruits he and his cousins had taunted each other to try as children, tart and stinging; his desperation and her disappointment.
Her nails ripped his skin, her teeth found his lip, and her palm found his cheek as she struggled to get away from him and he held her down.
He didn't use violence against her, but neither did he let her go. Not even when she beat her fists against his chest and demanded he let her up. Not even when she screamed that she hated him and he apologised and told her he loved her again and again and again.
Malena cried after the first time Ronon made love to her.
And when Ronon tasted her tears mingled with his blood, maybe he did, too.
- fin -
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Date: 2006-09-22 07:57 am (UTC)My only quibble is that they seem to be ordered randomly... not suggesting that they need a traditional buildup and climax, but the sequence seems haphazard, jerky, and chances are that people will read them in order. I really like the dark humor-- personally the ordering detracts from the humor and the darkness.
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Date: 2006-09-22 02:44 pm (UTC)Glad that the dark humour worked for you. Out of curiosity, how would you have ordered them?
order
Date: 2006-09-23 12:07 am (UTC)Not that I know of? I've been reading the offerings intermittently. I considered one of my own, but I've been swamped.
how would you have ordered them?
It depends on what the effect is. I'd... hm. I'd start backwards. What do I want to *end* with? Down to the last lines. Definitely use the one that speaks to me most, or ends with the best line.
Then I'd go back and figure, what's going to set the tone? I was expecting the intensity of Ronon's part, but as I read down, I couldn't shake the let-down coming out of it. And it's the part that has the least humor in it, starts it at the top of the intensity scale so you really don't have anywhere to go other than down or more.
Like... hm. Teyla - Elizabeth - Ronon - Rodney - John
gives a different effect than
Rodney - Elizabeth - Teyla - John - Ronon.
I'm not fond of ending with Rodney (it diminishes itself and the others by being at the end, IMO), but if you switched John and Teyla, that's one way to do that.
And then for final check I'd look at the beginning and ending lines to see how they 'string' together.
Re: order
Date: 2006-09-23 12:37 am (UTC)I've reordered it, lighthearted to serious, and working from 'just embarrassed' to 'big consequences'.
Thanks for the advice.
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Date: 2006-09-22 08:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-09-22 09:59 pm (UTC)FANTASTIC line.
Rodney snorted coffee out through his nose.
I simply blew mine all over the monitor.
these are terrific. i feel so bad for all of them. well maybe not as much for rodney :-).
But, damn. can you see Teyla not having sex again for years, thinking, "Screw me and you'll never wake again"? EEEK.
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Date: 2006-09-22 11:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-22 11:18 pm (UTC)I can understand Ronon in the moment, but regretting it later. John chagrined and ashamed. Teyla traumatized. Elizabeth mortified. They're well written.
But Rodney's? To be honest, it's a cheap shot.
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Date: 2006-09-24 07:09 am (UTC)I wouldn't say that necessarily... However, it doesn't match the genuine devastation that pervades the other four.
I loved four out of the five. You had some wonderfully written traumatic experiences here.
-Vanita
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Date: 2006-09-27 03:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-23 03:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-23 01:13 pm (UTC)I also noted that the Pegasus folks have it much much worse than the Milky Way folks ... kind of like the show.
Thanks for posting this!