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I still hadn't *quite* finished with the latest requests...
Title: Distracting Tactics
By: kellifer_fic
Fandom: SGA
Rating: PG13 (adult themes)
Category: Teyla/John/Rodney (gen - apocafuturefic)
Words: 212
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None
Notes: Thanks to my beta *superfox*
Prompt: John/Teyla with Rodney. They're trapped somewhere bad and it's the only way to keep Rodney's mind off the impending doom!
She has one mouth at her breast and one laving her down low and she wonders just how it happened.
She seems to remember something about Rodney getting to the point where he was pin-wheeling his arms and claiming they were all going to die and the Colonel had kind of shoved/crowded Rodney up against her and then…
“What are you doing?” a voice demands and Teyla looks down to see Rodney has pulled free of her breast and is looking at her.
“Just thinking,” she assures, running fingers through his hair and he grunts, brows drawing down.
“I don’t know about what. You have the epitome of manhood right here.”
Sheppard pauses long enough to raise his head and grin at him. “Thanks buddy.”
“I didn’t mean you,” Rodney snaps and with that they’re off, sniping at each other and they seem to have forgotten her but Teyla doesn’t mind. She’s left wondering why she finds the interplay of words flowing over her almost as pleasant as what was happening before that.
Possibly because Sheppard’s hand has replaced what his mouth had been doing and Rodney’s hand twines in his and presses down every time he wants to make a point.
Teyla isn’t sure she will be able to survive it if Rodney wins whatever argument they are having.
I still hadn't *quite* finished with the latest requests...
Title: Distracting Tactics
By: kellifer_fic
Fandom: SGA
Rating: PG13 (adult themes)
Category: Teyla/John/Rodney (gen - apocafuturefic)
Words: 212
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None
Notes: Thanks to my beta *superfox*
Prompt: John/Teyla with Rodney. They're trapped somewhere bad and it's the only way to keep Rodney's mind off the impending doom!
She has one mouth at her breast and one laving her down low and she wonders just how it happened.
She seems to remember something about Rodney getting to the point where he was pin-wheeling his arms and claiming they were all going to die and the Colonel had kind of shoved/crowded Rodney up against her and then…
“What are you doing?” a voice demands and Teyla looks down to see Rodney has pulled free of her breast and is looking at her.
“Just thinking,” she assures, running fingers through his hair and he grunts, brows drawing down.
“I don’t know about what. You have the epitome of manhood right here.”
Sheppard pauses long enough to raise his head and grin at him. “Thanks buddy.”
“I didn’t mean you,” Rodney snaps and with that they’re off, sniping at each other and they seem to have forgotten her but Teyla doesn’t mind. She’s left wondering why she finds the interplay of words flowing over her almost as pleasant as what was happening before that.
Possibly because Sheppard’s hand has replaced what his mouth had been doing and Rodney’s hand twines in his and presses down every time he wants to make a point.
Teyla isn’t sure she will be able to survive it if Rodney wins whatever argument they are having.