SGA fanfic: Unfair 3/3
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kat_lairTitle: Unfair - Chapter 3/3
Author: Mistress Kat / kat_lair
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing/Category: Beckett/McKay, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis is most definitely not owned by me but
Summary: Life is unfair. And then it isn’t. Beckett and McKay get drunk together, sober up separately and move forward in unison.
Author notes: Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed. Many apologies for the delay. RL happened as it has a tendency to do at the most inappropriate moments. This chapter has been betaed by Pas (hugs), all remaining inaccuracies are mine.
Unfair - Chapter 3/3
“Ah, Rodney. Very good of you to join us. You bring the notes of our project, yes? The ones we carefully write many hours in simple words so ordinary people can understand. You remember?” Zelenka’s voice cut through the general murmur.
Weir’s eyebrows rose as she silently mouthed ‘ordinary people’. An indignant “Hey!” could be heard from few of the other scientists.
He could hear a chair scraping as Rodney sat down and muttered something rude and anatomically challenging about Zelenka and what he could do with their research notes.
The following argument made his head hurt even worse than it had that morning.
He’d stayed away from actual patients and shut himself in his office. He wasn’t stupid or arrogant enough to try and take care of anyone else when it was blatantly clear he couldn’t even take care of himself.
He had spent rest of the night staring unseeing at a copy of European Journal of Emergency Medicine, turning a page every now and then in order to avoid drawing the attention of the night staff.
He’d wanted to sleep, desperately, but his mind wouldn’t shut down. A thousand random thoughts were demanding to be noticed and processed but only one had any significance. He was going to lose him. Things would change, he would change. He’d say it wouldn’t matter but it would. It’d change everything. He was going to lose him.
He already had.
He must have finally passed out from sheer exhaustion since the next thing he knew was nurse Tourquet gently shaking him awake, her concerned eyes telling him it was time to stop hiding. And, judging by the slight wrinkling of her nose, possibly to clean up.
“Dr. Beckett?”
Cautiously he looked up. The argument between the physicists had quietened to a sullen silence and
Not risking a glance in Rodney’s direction he focused on answering Dr. Weir.
“Yes?”
“You had a research proposal you wanted to discuss?”
“Aye, I did. I mean I do, a proposal, yes…”
He rustled the empty notebook uselessly for a few seconds.
“Erm… It seems I need a bit longer to refine the plan before going any further.”
Dr. Weir crossed her fingers in front of her and pursed her lips thoughtfully, clearly suspicious. It wasn’t like him to bring half-baked ideas into meetings.
glass.
“Alright then, Dr. Beckett.” Weir gave up and returned her attention to men sitting near the door.
“Dr. Zelenka? Dr. McKay? You too were supposed to present some new project today.”
“Yes, yes we were. Until *someone* left all notes behind. Very unfortunate, hmm?” Zelenka’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
“What am I? Your secretary? Your paperboy?”
“Lately you have no concentration to be janitor! We agree, I put together team, *you* finish notes and bring to meeting to get approved. The team is ready, eagerly waiting to twirl thumbs for another week now! *You* have better things to do. *You* cannot bother to finish diagrams. Why should people care about decreasing generator usage by introducing wave-power? Now we have more time for long-term projects but who cares about saving energy for shields and weapons system? You certainly don’t…”
“I *care*!” Rodney's exclamation cut through Radek’s tirade.
“Gentlemen! Let’s settle down, shall we.”
“I know Rodney, I know. I’m sorry, it’s just…” Zelenka’s voice sounded worn.
“Look, you’re right; I should have brought the notes. I forgot.” The silence was deafening. To hear the formidable Dr. McKay apologise, no matter how indirectly, was rare enough an occurrence to unnerve even the most seasoned expedition members.
“I’m not feeling quite myself this morning…” Rodney’s gaze briefly flicked over to him but
His fault. The tense line of his back, the hands nervously picking at the hem of the shirt. He was going to lose him. Today would be the day he was going to lose him.
The hush lingered for a few seconds until
“
He continued walking, desperately pretending to be deaf and blind.
“
They were out of the briefing room by now and gathering curious glances as they marched down the corridor, Beckett at the front, McKay a few steps behind.
“Later. I have to get back to work.” Was there ever a more feeble excuse?
Rodney wasn’t discouraged that easily. He could hear the footsteps following him around the corner to a more deserted hallway.
“Can’t it wait? I just need to…”
“Dr. McKay. I’m very sorry but I really don’t have the time right now.”
Then again, what did it matter? Their friendship was already a thing of the past, thanks to his alcohol-assisted slip-up the previous night. “Look, Rodney…”
“If you won’t hear me out, I guess I’ll just have to go and unburden on someone else. Perhaps Heightmayer or Liz…”
Rodney was still trotting after him with a determined expression on his face. And something that looked like a… grimace of pain.
“You’re limping.”
***
Rodney skidded to halt. “Good, now can we talk? I need to…”
“Not here, please?” He hadn’t known it was there until the fear eased somewhat. There was hope yet;
As fast as it had appeared any sign of personal emotion was gone, replaced by a stern professional concern. “Why are you limping? What’s wrong with your foot?”
Rodney fidgeted on the spot. Explaining how a piece of glass got into his foot was going to lead to far too many details about his state of mind the previous night. All he really wanted was to plead guilty of drunken stupidity and hopefully leave it at that. On the other hand the doctor was now duty-bound to spend at least a few minutes with him… Rodney decided to play for sympathy. He’d take pity if pity was all he was going to get.
“I… I hurt it this morning. I think it’s bleeding.” He added a hang-dog expression for good effect.
“It needs to be checked out.”
Rodney swallowed. It was probably very wrong in many uncountable ways, but
“Please, I… I don’t want to go to the infirmary.”
Without a word Beckett shifted direction, navigating through the corridors, clearly heading towards his own quarters.
Rodney followed silently. He figured his best bet was to keep quiet until they got behind closed doors. He couldn’t risk
Rodney stole a sideways glance at the other man’s set jaw and unblinking gaze. His heart sank,
Before long they arrived at their destination and
Rodney watched him open drawers, collecting antiseptic and gauze with measured, tightly controlled movements. The floor was covered with open books, hand-written notes and what looked like print-outs of gene maps and chemical charts. Such disarray was extremely uncharacteristic of someone usually so meticulous and Rodney furrowed his eyebrows thoughtfully.
“What happened to your foot?” Beckett repeated, walking up to the bed.
The man was like a dog with a bone when it came to getting information out of reluctant patients.
Rodney sighed and looked down.
He gasped from a sudden pain.
“Oh, Rodney…”
“I broke the bottle.” He guessed this was as good a way of leading to the topic as any. “On purpose. And then I stepped on one of the pieces this morning. Not on purpose.”
Rodney felt much better. He suspected it had more to do with the hand still resting on his foot than the white neat bandage tied snug around it.
He was getting a bit light-headed. From the blood loss and lack of breakfast, naturally.
Rodney glanced down. Their current position wasn’t helping. The sight of
No. That’s what had gotten him into this mess in the first place. Rodney gathered his courage and ploughed on with the apology.
“After you left… I got so angry I threw the bottle against the wall.”
The Scot flinched as if struck and dropped Rodney’s foot like it was one of the Ancient devices he tended to avoid at all cost.
The painful throbbing returned. He swallowed thickly but managed to continue: “I can’t believe…”
“Look.” With a visible effort
“…I was so stupid as to actually think that you would…”
“But ev’rything was just so... Unfair, all of it. A few weeks ago we nearly died! I almost lost you!”
The shouted exclamation seemed to Rodney to be highly out of context and the rest of his sentence petered out like so much thin air. “…want me.”
“It was late, I was so bloody tired of fighting it. I’m always fighting it, you know, ev’ry single minute ’m with you.”
He didn’t know. He had no fucking *clue* what
“And the air… so warm. I could smell the ocean. It reminded me of home.”
Rodney was confused.
After endless seconds the doctor turned towards him. Their eyes locked.
“You remind me of home.”
What? He what? This wasn’t going at all like he had thought it would.
“Stop. Just… stop for a minute, will you.”
Rodney empathised as ran a nervous hand through his hair. What the hell was going on here?
Hesitantly he tried to steer the conversation back to the matter at hand.
“There was a lot of alcohol involved.”
Beckett nodded in agreement.
“I was very, very drunk.”
The doctor continued to nod.
“And when you looked at me like… I thought…” God this was hard. He’d never been adept at putting his feelings into words. Numbers he could handle, they were definite and simple, but words… Words were awkward.
“Your eyes, they… I saw, what I wanted to see. And I acted on it.”
“I’m sorry I freaked you out. I was well and truly plastered but that’s no excuse for trying to… well, you know. I’m so sorry; I promise it won’t happen again. I hope we can still be friends, I mean I understand you’re probably angry and disappointed and don’t ever want to see me again but maybe in time you get over it and we can, you know, hang… or something.”
Rodney knew he had a *slight* tendency to ramble when anxious so with a determined effort he shut up and waited for a response.
And waited.
He opened his mouth only to discover there was nothing more to say. So he bit his lip instead and waited some more.
He literally sagged with relief when the other man at last spoke up.
“Rodney.” Caron’s voice was strained.
“Yes?”
“What did you think you saw? In my eyes. What did you think was going on?”
He’d really wanted to avoid *that* particular topic.
“I thought I saw… desire, love even. The ‘more than just good friends’ kind. I thought you wanted me. How stupid is that? And I’m supposed to be the resident genius here.”
Rodney gave a little self-deprecating laugh that sank like a stone under the heavy stillness surrounding the two men. What was
“And when you said you ‘acted on it’ what did you mean? What were you going to do, Rodney?”
There was something huge and intense in
“You…” Rodney cleared his throat, which threatened to seize around the words.
“You know what I did. I touched you. You ran.” He hadn’t meant for it come out like an accusation but there it was.
“You ran,
“So yeah, when I smashed the bottle against the wall I was angry at myself for misunderstanding the situation so badly, for risking our friendship on nothing but empty wishes and too much liquor. But I was also mad at *you* for not staying and letting me explain. For running away from me. Everybody does that…”
Beckett had also gotten to his feet and was warily watching him from a safe distance.
“But not you. I’ve messed up plenty and you have always just…” Rodney waved his hands about like that explained everything. “…accepted it. You always stayed. Until now.”
He knew he was practically raving. He forced his hands to stillness and his voice down.
“Why did you leave? Why,
Beckett took one indecisive step closer, regret and some other, deeper emotion shifting across his features. “I got scared. I ran because I got scared.”
“Oh God, Carson. I’m so sorry. I misread, I…” He was shaking now and couldn’t seem to stop.
And then
“You didn’t misread, Rodney. You didn’t misread.”
And out again.
“Huh?”
“I was scared of myself. Not you; only what you could do to me.”
Hadn’t misread? *Hadn’t* misread?
“What you’re doing to me even now. God, Rodney I…” He swallowed and Rodney watched, mesmerised, as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
“Last night, when you were stretching on the floor, your shirt rode up and I could see…”
He hadn’t misread!!
“I *was* looking at you like someone who is more than just a friend to me. I wanted to touch you so badly.”
Rodney’s mind was busy shifting gears.
“Yeah, I… Yeah.” Rodney licked his lips uncertainly.
“Yes? Ye’re sayin’ yes?” Beckett seemed to be beyond articulation and the question came out coated honey-thick with his native brogue.
Rodney nodded weakly. The world shrank until the only thing he could see was the man standing in front of him, the only sound he could hear the blood coursing through his body, hot and strong.
Oh god, someone had to do something like *right now* as long as it wasn’t him. Despite
The expression on the Scot’s face was the same one he had been wearing the previous night; his mouth slightly open, eyes dark blue of a midnight storm.
Rodney’s breaths came too quick and shallow. Was it possible to die from suppressed desire? A hysterical laughter bubbled somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind. If something didn’t happen soon he was simply going to faint… pass out from lack of oxygen.
“Rodney.” Voice low and scratchy
A strangled sound that was not quite a word, not quite a sigh, escaped his lips as the physician’s hands continued their journey downwards.
“I’m going to… Can I…” Apparently he wasn’t the only one having trouble forming sentences.
“What?” Rodney managed to choke out.
“…kiss you.”
Rodney’s hands buried themselves into soft black hair. He was moaning long before their lips touched.
Oh God, oh Jesus God.
Beckett kissed like a drowning man, tying his tongue around Rodney’s as if it was the last best hope of salvation.
Rodney let his hands explore, pulling up the hem
Then
Rodney spread his fingers wide across the smooth expanse of the other man’s back, massaging the surprisingly firm muscle there, finally circling to the front, skimming ribs and brushing his thumbs against taut nipples.
He lapped at the salty bristle just below
The doctor wasn’t inclined to let him take the lead for long. A sudden twist dislodged his grip and
Rodney couldn’t think, he could barely see. They were pressed together from knee to chest. Wherever he turned there was
Then
A savage thrust brought their groins together. The Scot’s erection was pressed tight against his own, making Rodney’s spinal cord shoot sparks and his vision dim around the edges.
Above him
“Off.” He growled through gritted teeth, hoping the other man would take the not so subtle hint.
“You’ve got the right idea.”
For a second or two there was a delicious friction of bare chest against bare chest as Rodney was shoved onto the mattress again.
He was so hard it hurt. Broad hands were drawing lazy patterns around his nipples, closely followed by warm wetness and almost-painful scratch of stubble on sensitive skin.
A tongue was dipping into his bellybutton making his hips buck up involuntarily. He really, really needed not to miss seeing this… Rodney struggled up onto his elbows.
Aaah fuck… The sight greeting him was straight from his more pornographic fantasies.
“You too.” Rodney panted like he’d been sprinting through a hiveship with a squadron of Wraiths on his heels.
The belt was discarded and
“All in good time. First I need to see something.”
“See… unh, see what?” The cold air hit his swollen flesh as Rodney’s trousers were pulled down and off.
“I need to see you come.”
Then warm solid fingers wrapped themselves around his dick and a tongue was licking off the precome in rough wide sweeps.
His pulse was pounding like a sledgehammer and Rodney just fucking knew the other man could feel every single beat in his mouth. The thought only made his heart thump harder.
“Fuck!” Rodney couldn’t fathom why he had ever thought Beckett was pretty vanilla. The man was a *doctor* for god’s sake. Doctors knew things and those fingers certainly seemed to know exactly what they were doing; sliding and pressing, enough to tease but not really enough at all, slippery with saliva Rodney could feel trickling down the side of his cock.
Oh, oh, oh yes. Rodney fisted the sheets, sweat pooling on his chest and the twin hollows of his hips. He rocked back and forth, helplessly caught between Carson’s mouth and fingers, *two* of them now, breaching him slowly and he could feel himself pushing back, down, needy like a bitch on heat.
“
“…like that, like that, like it, love it, yeah oh god please…”
There were words pouring out but he couldn’t tell what they were, all twisted and broken except for one that forced its’ way out straight from his heart, from his gut, from the very centre of him, dragging his orgasm with it.
With
***
With an unhurried smack
Rodney was lying on his back looking distinctly debauched. His skin glistened with sweat and a purple love-bite was developing on the curve of one shoulder. Slowly he swivelled his head around, eyes opening to slits.
“Oh man,
Rodney’s eyes widened a fraction and
“We aren’t done yet.”
“Oh?” The man was trying for nonchalance but the way his legs spread on their own accord as he scooted back on the bed spoke louder than words.
The desire to mark Rodney so completely as his that there would never be any doubt became urgent, clawing in his chest as he crawled back on the bed.
“Look at you. Jesus Christ Carson, just fucking look at you.” Rodney’s mouth was slack with lust and when
He growled in response and shoved his tongue in deeper. No one had ever made him lose control like this. Part of him was afraid of the intensity, the disturbing need to *own*. But that part was small and getting smaller as Rodney wrapped legs around his waist.
“
Sweet Christ above, as long as Rodney kept doing *that*
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Um…
“I’m ok. Just give me a minute here.”
“Oh!” McKay’s forehead, which had creased with worry, smoothed, hands drawing soothing circles down his shoulder blades.
“Rodney.” A blowjob was one thing. This was something quite different.
“Yeah?”
“You got to understand, if I’m going to fuck you it’s not going to be a one-time-only deal.” Did he realise the enormity of the request? He had to make Rodney see how important, how life-altering this was, this moment right here.
“I can still walk away and be whole.” A wounded look flashed across McKay’s eyes and he dropped his gaze for a second before
“No luv, it’s not like that. I don’t *want* to walk away, but if I had to, *if I had to*, I could. Tomorrow if you decide that this was all a big mistake, it will hurt like sonofabitch but I will get over it and move on. Hell, who knows, maybe we’ll even be friends again some day.”
Rodney winced at the tone.
“But if we go further, if we’re going to fuck, to make love, that’s it for me. I will want to do it again. I will need to have you again.” He was flaying his heart here, raw and bleeding, but this was nothing compared to the prospect of pain facing him tomorrow if he didn’t do this now.
“Not just for sex either. For all the times in between. For talking and laughing and being quiet. For fighting and for making up. For keeps Rodney, for keeps. Do you understand?”
A small nod from Rodney.
“So please, don’t ask this of me if ye’re not sure.” It almost broke his resolve but he managed to hold the dazed blue-grey eyes in his.
“You love me.” The voice came out a bit breathy and filled with wonder.
“Aye.” It hadn’t really been a question but he answered it anyway.
“Then I’m sure.”
Finally locating the tube he squeezed a generous amount into his hand. But as he reached down between their bodies Rodney seized his wrist.
“Let me, please. I want to touch you.” There was no denying a request like that. Carson offered the lube to Rodney who scooped some up and hesitated for a moment before spreading it on him with a few steady stokes.
Ah Jesus… The lube was cold but underneath he could feel a warm solid palm massaging his cock. Carson couldn’t help it; he humped into Rodney’s hand, once, twice, three times, biting his lip in effort not to come.
McKay stopped at the last second, a knowing smile on his lips. “Oh no you don’t. I got other plans for this.” He tightened his grip briefly, making Carson groan against the scientist’s shoulder.
Before Rodney had a chance to take his little game any further, Carson grabbed one of his legs behind the knee and lifted. There was no resistance; Rodney simply let himself be moulded and arranged, moaning continuously with open lust. God, give the man one blowjob and he turned into a first grade slut in bed.
Carson felt his cock rubbing across the cleft of Rodney’s ass and Jesus the need to be inside him *now* overrode everything else so he pressed against the opening, wanting to take it slow and easy but knowing it was too late, too fucking late for that so he nudged and shoved and thrust until he was in.
Tight. The world dipped and swayed, growing black around the edges, his muscles burning in effort to keep still. Not virgin-tight but the way Rodney’s breath kept hitching and his ass squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed around Carson’s dick told him it had been a while. And shit if that thought didn’t *please* him, because he wanted it that way, wanted Rodney to feel this like it was the first time, wanted to fuck him hard enough to drive out memories of others until there was only him, from now on only him. It was wrong *he’s mine* but he didn’t care because then Rodney pushed back with complete abandon, his head thrown so far back Carson could see the tendons in his neck standing up begging to be bitten and eaten and he had to move so he did, surging forward until thankyougod his cock was all the way in and his mouth was full of salty bittersweet taste of Rodney.
He pulled back, pushed in, pulled out, his nails digging into Rodney’s thigh, his teeth clamping down on the bared throat. He was going to leave bruises and he was *glad*. McKay wound arms around his back urging him on “C’mon, harder, c’mon” with a slurred voice and glazed eyes, looking drunker than he had the previous night.
Carson changed the angle slightly until Rodney’s sharp intake of breath told him he’d found the prostrate. The man kept thrashing about, gasping his name with every push. Carson liked the sound of that. Liked it a lot.
He slowed right down, pinning Rodney’s hands to the mattress, nailing him with small shallow thrusts that were driving them both crazy.
“Say it again.”
“Sayhhh… say what?”
“My name. I want to hear you say it again.” He slowed down even more until he was barely moving at all.
“Ca… Carson! Please, Carson, please.”
Oh God, he’d never thought he would get to see Rodney like this. Back arching off the bed, desperate for contact, desperate for *him*.
“Oh Jesus, Rodney. Ye’re mine, won’t let anybody else touch you.” Carson pushed in with deep strokes that buried his cock to the hilt.
“Yours, yours, yeah c’mon, show me Carson, show me…”
He did. Seizing the back of Rodney’s head in one hand and his cock in another Carson let himself be pulled under. Their tongues twined together until there was nothing but the taste and smell and feel of the man shaking apart under him.
All the barriers came crumbling down, the last vestige of fear melting in the heat of their bodies until there was nothing to hold back anymore, nothing to keep sealed away because it was all Rodney’s now, all his.
There was a tingling sensation at the base of his spine, Rodney’s cock, heavy and thick, gliding in the circle of his thumb and forefinger. And as he licked and sobbed and fucked his way in, so close he didn’t know where he ended and Rodney began, Carson realised he’d gotten it all wrong. *He* wasn’t the one laying claim here. It was Rodney who was taking possession of him, his mouth and hands leaving a glowing trail of love lust hope that marked Carson as his more clearly and completely than any ring ever could.
Underneath him Rodney cried out and then he was coming all over them both, nails digging painfully into the skin at his shoulders, his ass clenching twice in rapid succession before clamping down hard on Carson’s cock. Someone was chanting “loveyou, loveyou, loveyou” and distantly Carson recognised the voice as his own. For a space of few heartbeats his entire body teetered on the edge of oblivion and then he was freefalling, the future opening up before him bright and certain. The orgasm finally ripped through him like a tidal wave, the pleasure lapping over him again and again as he emptied himself inside Rodney.
Gradually the world returned to focus. Carson shivered lightly, partly from the aftershock, partly from the cool air drying his skin. Rodney showed no inclination to move anywhere, just hummed deeply so that Carson could actually feel the sound vibrate through their joined bodies.
After a minute the other man finally stirred enough to poke him on the side, which Carson took as a sign to get off. His muscles felt like molten lead, heavy and liquid as he rolled onto his back.
Rodney groaned loudly as he lowered and straightened his legs and made a half-hearted attempt at snuggling closer. Carson winced in sympathy but couldn’t really summon any genuine regret so he just opened his arms and pulled the other man onto his chest.
They laid in silence for several moments. He could feel his eyelids grow heavy and judging by Rodney’s steady breathing he too was edging towards sleep. Carson stroked his fingers lazily up and down his lover’s spine and waited for his heart beat to calm down before speaking.
“I used to think life was really unfair.”
“Oh?” The comment sounded muffled coming out from somewhere under his armpit.
“I was so good at keeping myself in check around you. No inappropriate little touches, no lingering glances, and still the universe kept throwing temptation my way. It just wasn’t fair.”
“And now?” Rodney’s face was starting to take on the familiar look of smugness.
“And now… I haven’t changed my mind. I still think universe is unfair.”
“What!? Why? But I thought…” McKay’s expression closed of. “Wasn’t as good as you expected, was it?”
Carson sighed and tugged him closer. Navigating the unique fusion of arrogance and insecurity of Rodney’s psyche was going to be tricky, no doubt about it.
“No luv, that’s not it at all. What I meant was that this is so much more and better than I ever thought I could have with you. And now I feel like I’ve won the lottery, like some random good luck has just been bestowed on me for no particular reason. Like I don’t…”
Rodney turned in his arms and they finished the sentence together: “…deserve you.”
“Aye.”
Rodney pulled him down for an unhurried kiss that seemed to go on forever. When Carson thought his heart was simply going to give in under so much emotion Rodney broke the contact. They stayed like that for a long time, breaths mingling, foreheads resting against each other.
“Do you want to know what I think?” Rodney was taking him seriously.
“What?”
“That if we only got what we deserved and no more, I wouldn’t even be on Atlantis. I’d be a third-rate lab technician somewhere in Saskatchewan, spending my days entering other people’s meaningless data into an old computer and contemplating suicide.”
That elicited a surprised laugh out of him but Rodney waved off the joke.
“My point is that I don’t think I deserve you either. But here you are. I don’t know why or how and I don’t really care. You’re here, with me. And I’m just happy about it.”
“Because, you know, in case it isn’t like *obvious*… I love you.”
What was there to add to that? The happiness he felt must have radiated out of every pore as inch by inch Rodney’s face spread into a dazzling smile that matched his own. For a minute they just looked at each other, grinning like a pair of idiots, which,
“So… screw the universe?”
“Oh no.” Rodney’s expression took on a more mischievous slant, his eyes wide with faked innocence. God, he was beautiful.
“No?”
“I’d much rather screw you.”
He bent down to brush his lips against Rodney’s, tightening the embrace and bringing them impossibly closer.
“That could be arranged…”
Fin.
The Epilogue
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on 2005-10-23 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-23 01:16 pm (UTC)As for more fic. Well, I got some plot bunnies breeding in the yard so perhaps, perhaps...
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on 2005-10-23 01:38 pm (UTC)Okay, now i hate you, but in a good way! *g* You're first time? Really? Wow, even more excellent now that i know that. I am working on a fic right now with those two and wavering back and forth about writing a sex scene as i have never written a sex scene myself, and between two men at that! Oh the drama that is my life. *snerk*
I have friended ya, coolness. Take care and have a good day!
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on 2005-10-23 01:45 am (UTC)*headdesk*
holy crap, i love you. This was fantabulous! I'm so glad you did finish. I was worried that I wouldn't get to hear the end! Oblivious!love is my crack, and this is just gold. The only thing that could finish this piece off would be a little drabble about the morning after where the rest of Atlantis worries about the bite marks on McKay. *snickers* However, this is absoultely perfect without it.
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on 2005-10-23 01:32 pm (UTC)deskhead. People saying nice things about my writing makes little butterflies play in my tummy... But why did you have to put that plot bunny into my head. Now I'm actually considering writing a short epilogue and it's your fault! I don't have time for this! Argh! *pouts*no subject
on 2005-10-23 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-23 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-23 03:20 am (UTC)So it was good for me! ;)
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on 2005-10-23 01:36 pm (UTC)I hope you're enjoying your post-fic haze as much as the boys are ;-)
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on 2005-10-23 03:25 am (UTC)*sigh*
*purrrrs*
*happy little hums*
Gorgeous
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on 2005-10-23 01:39 pm (UTC)is good!
*happily purrs back*
Thanks!
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on 2005-10-23 06:19 am (UTC)I like the humor at the end. It kept it in character.
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on 2005-10-23 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-23 07:58 am (UTC)Oh yeah. Worth waiting for.
*goes back to read it again*
*MELT*
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on 2005-10-23 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-23 10:03 am (UTC)(PLEASE).
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on 2005-10-23 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2005-10-23 06:26 pm (UTC)And, wow, that's one hell of a typo in my earlier comment.
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on 2005-10-24 04:21 pm (UTC):))))))))
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING?
That was fabulous. And I seriously enjoyed the 'holiday' from the McShep crowd, too! This seemed real - cannon?!
Total nitpicking - the people are Scots - Scott is a guy's name. Maybe your spellchecker doesn't know?
Glad I read these this afternoon - and all in one go. Will KEEP them in my memories to be returned to.
Thank you.
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on 2005-10-24 08:53 pm (UTC)I used to write a lot but then things happened and I didn't seem to have the time of the inclination anymore. The muses are waking from their slumber slowly now and I'm finding fanfiction as an ideal stepping stone to get back into the groove
And whoopsie about the Scots. English is not my first language but that's no excuse. Funnily enough it took a Brit to notice it...
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on 2005-10-24 09:32 pm (UTC)I used to write as a child/teenager/young adult then family and work got in the way. Possibly just took all my time but equally possibly siphoned off a lot of creativity.
I'm comparatively free now so . . .but my muses have come ROARING to life and sometimes they scare me!
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on 2005-10-26 08:10 pm (UTC)I still don't really have the time to write *just because* but once awakened the muses won't shut up and tend to view RL as something that I should deal with once I finish just this one more chapter...
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on 2005-10-27 11:01 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-27 12:01 am (UTC)*gets on knees and bows*
Thank you
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on 2005-10-27 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-12-09 07:27 am (UTC)also- stop picking on Saskatchewan, dammit!:-P
more please?
and now I'm going to read it again. . .
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on 2005-12-09 01:39 pm (UTC)Sorry about the Saskatchewan, I literally just pulled up the map of Canada, closed my eyes and pointed. I confess my complete lack of knowledge about Saskatchewan and considerable lack of knowledge about Canada.
I am writing more although I'm definitely done with this particular story.
Thank you so much for commenting, I'm glad you liked it!
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on 2006-06-21 02:16 am (UTC)I think I may just have to read this again, and again, and again. Under controlled circumstances, to see if I can reproduce the effects. Right after I replace the towel. WHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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on 2006-06-21 03:23 pm (UTC)Thank you so very much for reading and commenting, this totally made my day. Feel free to repeat the experiment *hands you clean towels*
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on 2008-05-01 05:16 am (UTC)Carson was tugging at his belt with no finesse but enough force to lift his ass off the bed.
Nice detail, here--I can see this!
*He* wasn’t the one laying claim here. It was Rodney who was taking possession of him, his mouth and hands leaving a glowing trail of love lust hope that marked Carson as his more clearly and completely than any ring ever could.
Oh, yes.
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on 2008-05-01 09:50 am (UTC)So, just, THANK YOU for taking the time to read and comment. You have totally just made my morning :D
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on 2008-05-18 09:27 pm (UTC)I'm predictable - reading the porny stuff first and all. But, yes, rather nice, even if I do see what you mean about your writing developing over the 3 or so years its been since you've posted this. The newer stiff is all dark-edged and razor sharp. But I really enjoyed the fluffy warmness of this, and it helps the story you are telling (this wouldn't work sharp and slightly dangerous), and I think both Rodney and Carson are these generously drawn, soft edged characters. And I love the way you slide in interesting character insights - Rodney's remarkably coherent drinking-voice was dead on.
Of all random things to be impressed with - I adored your Zelenka dialog! I haven't read a lot of Zelenka fic, but what I have tends to go for "generic broken English" without a whole lot of insight into the character's background, and this didn't - there seemed to be a lot of thought that went into what sort of things he'd know (dead on in the science terms, a little fuzzier on the grammar when he's talking about anything else, more comfortable with Rodney, but nervous slips in front of others). Nice work!
(We've been rewatching season 1, since we've gotten to SG-1 overlap time, and I didn't realize how much I've missed Carson and the accent, and his mulish bitchiness and tendency to say things like "inoculating some wee babies". Oh, Carson....)
*thinks I need non-Sheppard SGA icon that I keep meaning to get around to making...*
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on 2008-05-22 02:50 pm (UTC)I have special fondness for writing drunken characters (no, I don't want to to think about what it means either) so I'm really pleased you liked that bit.
I'm hugely amused by your observations on Zelenka's dialogue/voice and would like to just nod and take the credit for being incredibly clever and thinky about it, but... Truth is, no deep contemplation went into writing his voice. Possibly I just got lucky, or possibly knowing what it's like to speak English as a second language helped on some intuitive level, I have no idea. I'll be interested to know if you think I've managed to get his voice this well in the other fics he features in...
Oh, Carson indeed... I have to say I lost my interest in SGA after Sunday and haven't seen many episodes after that. Now, I know season 4 is supposed to get better in that regard so I suspect I'll be mainlining what I've missed at some point during the summer.
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on 2008-05-23 02:06 am (UTC)I knew about Sunday when I started the show, and strangely, it's what makes me ship it. I love them both, but I'm such an angst queen that it wouldn't slip into place before that - they are just too cute and sweet and happy to make me feel like I've been repeatedly kicked in the stomach. And the season 4 eps killed me dead. It was gorgous, and no one seems to be writing the insanely dark and sad plotbunny that they just handed over. Oh, Carson
(Also, season 4 with the John/Ronon subtext! I'm not even sure if it qualifies as "sub" after Outcast and Midway .)
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