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"Rodney McKay Runs the Help Desk"

by

Destiny Brighthope

Part 1: Magnetic Attraction

"I've been having fantasies about finding you in my quarters too, so I'd be a hypocrite if I was mad at you," Jennifer said as she stepped back.

Rodney heard her mention fantasizing about him, pulled her none too gently into his arms and kissed her with all the passion and love he felt for her. The heat and intensity he conveyed with his kiss was returned with equal fervor. Jennifer's arms wrapped around his neck as quickly as his arms wrapped around her waist and they moved toward the couch.

It was difficult to have any idea of where you were going when you were finally kissing the woman of your dreams and she was kissing you in return. Rodney wanted to just drop onto the floor and make love to her, but was in control enough to realize it could be a long time before they got that far. As he backed up to the couch, a crash pulled their lips apart. Jennifer's computer had fallen to the floor.

They both looked at each other and Rodney muttered as his mouth descended once more on her swollen lips, "I'll take it to Radek first thing, it's his problem now."

The sudden departure of Jennifer's lips from his brought Rodney out of his mental fog. Assuming the worst, he switched over to damage control mode. "Are we going too fast? We are, aren't we? Look, Jennifer..."

But the reason for the young woman's labial shift became apparent as Rodney leaned back. His heart fluttered when he saw her sporting the biggest grin he'd ever seen.

"We broke my computer," Jennifer said. "So, no movies."

"Yeah?"

She chuckled. "So, we'll need to find another way to entertain ourselves."

Licking his lips, Rodney tasted the remnants of her kiss. Remembering her fresh, clean breath made him aware of his own, and his eyes darted about for something, anything to counteract the flavor of stale coffee. Heedless of any problem, or perhaps willfully ignorant, Jennifer pressed forward to reclaim his kiss. Her moan hardened him instantly.

"But I guess we're already doing that."

"Huh?"

"Entertaining ourselves." She spoke slowly as if to a child. "I believe I've kissed you senseless, Doctor McKay."

Rodney couldn't argue with that.

Their eyes met, and if the eyes are indeed the window to the soul, Jennifer was plumbing the depths of his. He hoped she liked what she found. A decisive nod suggested she did.

Jennifer's chest rose and fell rapidly as she stepped back. Her fingers curled around the hem of her sweater, and in one swift motion, she peeled the garment from her torso and tossed it aside, paying no attention to where it landed.

After the day from hell, Rodney thought nothing could top finding the woman of his fantasies waiting in his quarters with dinner and the promise of a back rub. How wrong he had been. The sweater, it turned out, was cut too low to be worn with a brassiere. With the removal of a single garment, Jennifer stood before him naked from the waist up.

Cold and self-consciousness had raised goose pimples on her flesh by the time Rodney touched her. He knew better than to reach immediately for her breasts. If he wanted this to be more than a one-night stand—and he certainly did—he had to be gentle. Jennifer must be allowed to grow accustomed to being nude around him without fear that he'd start pawing at her.

His fingers left a trail of warmth across the back of her hand and up her arm. He cupped a cheek and drew her in for another kiss. She responded, and they were still kissing when his other hand found her denim-clad hip. She didn't flinch, so he moved up to fondle the bare flesh of her midriff.

Mimicking his actions, Jennifer slipped her hands beneath his shirt to stroke his stomach and chest. Rodney groaned his appreciation until she tried to pull off his shirt.

He seized her hands. "Wait."

"Don't get shy on me now, McKay."

Rodney shook his head. The last time he was with a woman, he kept his shirt on. It made dealing with his embarrassment over his weight problem easier. He shifted his gaze. God, he didn't want to explain this.

He didn't have to. Gently prying her hands loose, Jennifer turned his face toward hers. "I'm attracted to you, Rodney."

"Jennifer—"

"Am I attractive?"

The question caught him off guard. Was Jennifer attractive? Was the sky blue? Was a stargate round? Was pi 3.14159? "Extremely."

She blushed. "Thanks, but not everyone would agree."

He tried to argue the point, but she cut him off.

"And not everyone would think you're attractive. But to hell with them. I do, and because I do, I'm here in your quarters offering you my body." She took hold of his hands and raised them to her breasts, shivering at his thumbs' contact with her nipples. "Please, Rodney, I want to see you."

Taking a deep breath, he nodded and allowed her to lift the shirt over his head. The look of disgust he expected was nowhere to be found. In its place was an almost giddy smile. Unlike he, Jennifer displayed no reticence about going for the goods, immediately reaching out to trace his pecs and circle his nipples with the pads of her thumbs. They stiffened, and Rodney felt embarrassment of a different sort.

A merciful tormentor, Jennifer ended her assault and pressed herself against his chest. They stood like that awhile hugging, caressing, familiarizing one another with the feel of their skin. Jennifer was warm, and at first her heart thundered in her chest. But the longer they held each other, the more tranquil she became.

One or the other of them began swaying, and soon both were dancing to the internal rhythm of a silent chorus. Rodney recognized the danger of their position right away. It stirred in him feelings he dare not speak for fear of scaring her off. More than once his mouth drifted to her ear to tell her, only to have the words die on his tongue or dissolve into pitiful moans.

So close were the two of them that Rodney could not help grazing Jennifer with his growing erection. It took all his strength not to grind into her like the animal in heat his shaky breathing made him out to be. Desperate for a moment's relief, he tried to push away from her trembling body.

But Jennifer clutched him more fiercely and peppered his face and throat with a thousand tiny kisses. "No, don't."

Once more her heartbeat thundered against his chest as Rodney held her tight, returning kiss for kiss and whispering words of comfort and affection. "Jennifer, what is it?"

"I..." Her cheeks blazed. "I thought you were going to push me away."

Guiltily, he shook his head. "Wh-why would I do that?"

Jennifer shrugged, the movement jiggling her small, perfect breasts and wiping Rodney's mind of everything but the desire to hold her—and them—again.

"Maybe I'm being silly. But I'm the shy girl who has terrible luck with guys, remember?" She gestured. "All this—breaking into your quarters, squeezing into my tightest jeans, sending our friends to harass you today—it's the boldest I've ever been, and I just knew it was going to blow up in my face somehow."

"You sent all those people? But there was orange juice residue all over Teyla's laptop." Images of the computer dripping juice like a sieve filled Rodney's mind. The damn thing should have been sealed in a bio-hazard container, not hauled around recklessly and handed over to be opened like a birthday present. "I could have been killed."

Jennifer stiffened in his arms. "That was not my fault. Trust me, Teyla is getting a stern talking-to during her next checkup. You don't put my man at risk and get off scot-free. Not even if it was an accident."

"So, I'm your man?" Rodney grinned.

"My one and only." Her posture relaxed. "I've been looking for a way to make my move, and I figured, if you had a rough day, I could help you relax. And that back rub I promised might lead to something more."

"Still could," Rodney said, "if you want."

Grinning wickedly, Jennifer reached for her jacket.

[to be continued]

Did you think you'd escape a tag to a DaniWilder story without a cliffhanger? Silly reader.

Thanks to Dani for her gracious permission to tag this cute little story. Reading it months ago, I couldn't help wondering: What's next for our favorite couple? Do they take their relationship to the next level immediately or do they take things slowly? Since this is a M-rated tag, you should be able to guess which route they've chosen.

Also, I couldn't get the image of Jennifer straddling an oiled-up Rodney McKay out of my head. Mmm. Stick around for that.

RoryFaller, McKeller smutketeer extraordinaire, provided advice which proved invaluable. No less valuable were her five or six beta reads. Thanks, Rory.

Till next time,

Des