Aug 29

He was dreaming that someone was giving him the best blow job of his life. "Yes," he hissed. "Like that oh, yeah, ummm." He could feel hair brushing his thighs as a mouth bobbed up and down his shaft. Fingers fondled and squeezed his balls while a mouth sucked down the underside of his cock until the mouth reached the base then a tongue licked his balls before the mouth sucked them one at a time inside it while a hand stroked his length.

He heard soft laughter as a tongue lathed him, swirled around his crown and dipped into the slit tasting his pre-cum. He knew that laughter; he blinked. The mouth swallowed him again humming happily as he bumped the back of the throat. He blinked again. He wasn't dreaming. Someone was really giving him a fantastic blow job. His eyes fluttered open then widened as a lubricated finger probed his anus.

"Megan?"

"Yes," she sucked him into her mouth; teeth grazed sensitive skin on the way up.

"Just checking," he moaned as she chuckled around his cock. He felt tension building; his balls began retracting a precursor to an orgasm. She went down on him and pushed her finger in and he exploded with a hoarse shout that everyone in the house probably heard.

She slithered up his limp body and kissed him passionately. "This is your wake up call, Dr. McKay." She said merrily against his mouth kissing him again.

"What time is it?"

"After 7 before 8."

"Crap, I have to go." He jumped from the bed and headed for the shower.

She watched him with narrowed eyes. He really needed lessons on Attitude. She sauntered into the bathroom where he was already in the shower. "Is Carter your boss?"

"What? No."

"Will you be fired if you get there at 8:30 instead of 8?"

"No, probably not." She looked at him through the glass door vexation written on her face. "No, I won't be fired."

She smiled that smile that said he was in trouble and was going to enjoy every minute of it. She joined him in the shower. "Make love to me in the shower; eat breakfast with me downstairs; and then I'll give you another blow job on the way as promised."

"Megan, I have to," he lost his train of thought as her hand closed around him and she pressed against him. In moments he was hard and throbbing. Mere moments later he was buried deep in her pussy banging her fast and furiously as she egged him on with phrases like 'harder Rodney harder' and 'oh yeah fuck me, fuck me'.

They arrived downstairs at 7:45 where Maddie greeted them with a knowing smile that flustered Rodney and even made Megan blush. They had a quick breakfast and were out the door by 8 o'clock.

Rodney turned onto the road that would take them to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex and Megan told him, "Twenty minutes to the base if you drive the speed limit," then she unzipped him, freed his cock from his boxers and used her hands and mouth to get him erect. She turned the fan on and directed the air vents down toward his lap before she began licking and sucking.

He gasped and moaned his hands tightening on the steering wheel at the alternating hot wetness and cool breeze flowing over his manhood. He reclined the seat a notch more to give her better access and she took advantage of it dipping her hand into his pants and cupping his balls.

He was trying really hard to pay attention to the road and missed the quiet snick of the lube tube top. "Shift a little she murmured her hands directing his motions. He shifted and she continued working him with her mouth and hands. Her hands momentarily withdrew, but he didn't notice as he navigated a turn with oncoming traffic.

She waited until they were going straight again then she gently slid her hand around his balls, she took him half way into her mouth and pushed her finger inside him.

He yelped and bucked up filling her mouth. He couldn't make his eyes focus as she rhythmically bobbed up and down on his cock while pushing in and out of his ass brushing his prostrate each time.

He yanked the car over to the side of the road, came to a stop and put in it park then he let his head fall back and gave himself over to the very talented Megan. When he finally came he knocked her head into the steering wheel he thrust so hard into her mouth.

"Megan, are you okay?" he asked when reality coalesced around him again.

"Yeah," she rubbed the back of her head. "Remind me not to do that to you again unless the seat is back a little further."

"Hmmm," he said nodding in agreement. "Horny?" he asked looking at her.

"You'll be late."

"I'm already late."

"Then yes."

"I'm not as flexible as you." He looked around the car thinking. Suddenly he snapped his fingers. "It'll be a little more obvious, but it'll work. Put your seat down and totally forward then lean back against the dash."

She did as he said and he lay down on the back seat and curved his upper body forward on her seat. He pulled her pants down to her knees, spread her nether lips to expose her nub, and began licking her, tasting her sweetness as she responded to him. She was already aroused from pleasuring him so it didn't take him very long to send her over the edge. He lapped up her juice like she did his seed.

Five minutes later they were pulling up at the guard shack. He slid out of the car. "Pick me up at 6?" He asked as she moved over to the driver's seat.

She stood up and swung her legs over the door frame so that he was between her legs then she pulled him down so that she could kiss him long and passionately. "Six o'clock. I'll be here."

He stopped at the guard shack for them to check his identification and then he waved at her one last time before going through the gate and disappearing into the tunnel.

He endured a very awkward day. Sam obviously wanted to ask questions or make comments about last night, but was refraining from doing so. Rodney wanted to say on more than one occasion that yes he had spent the night having mind-blowing sex with Megan Mercette, but he also refrained from doing so.

Finally, when they broke from lunch Sam looked across the table at him and couldn't contain herself any longer. "McKay, don't be offended, but Megan Mercette?"

He stopped eating and looked at her not saying anything determined to make her actually say what she was thinking.

"You just don't seem to be her type."

"Oh, really. And whose type do I seem to be?" he snapped pissily.

"I'm not sure actually. She just seems very outgoing and sociable. I just…it's just…what does she see in you?" Sam sounded flustered.

"What does she see in me?" Rodney snapped, insulted and tired of being dismissed as a person. "What you never did- she sees the real me." He stood and left.

He was hard at work in the lab when Sam returned an hour later. Neither said anything else about what happened in the cafeteria and the rest of the day passed in near silence broken only when necessary for the work they were doing.

Rodney was never so glad to leave Sam's company as he was that evening. When six o'clock rolled around he shut down his laptop, slid it into its protective covering and left the lab without a single word.

He passed through the corridors in steely silence and jabbed the up button on the elevator hard enough to hurt his finger. Everyone made a wide arc around him as he waited for the doors to open and he felt a moment's satisfaction that his reputation for acid comments and barbed personality was keeping everyone at bay.

Just as he was about to jab the button again the doors slid open. He stepped in and pushed the button for the surface as soon as the doors slid shut he let go of his temper. With a snarl he hit the steel wall barely feeling the pain lance up his arm. What does she see in you? Sam had known him for, what, six years, and she still didn't know him. For several of those years he had admired and lusted after the brilliant, blonde scientist. He had existed in carefully concealed awe of her intelligence, her leaps of logic, her wit, and her apparently effortless ability to be friends with geeks and military goons alike…and she didn't know him. She could make friends with just about anyone and she didn't…she didn't…

He leaned against the wall and shut his eyes willing the hurt away. She didn't care enough to try and know him. He stepped out of the elevator when it opened and slowly walked down the tunnel. He could get a ride, but he had gotten use to walking on Atlantis and used the time to sort through his thoughts.

He had tried to let her in several times over the years; had given her glimpses of the inner him; had opened the door and hoped she'd walk through or at least peek inside, but she hadn't. She stayed firmly on the outside. Oh, she got him better than Flyboy Mitchell did, but that wasn't saying much.

He blinked and realized he was out of the tunnel and almost to the gate. Perplexed he turned and looked back at the mountain wondering how he had crossed from the cool, shadowy tunnel into the bright sunlight without noticing. Humph!

He turned back and saw Megan leaning against that sexy convertible she had rented watching him with knowing eyes. He stood there and took in the sight of her. Today she was wearing stone washed denim capris that hugged her body like they were molded to her and a crop top of lime green. One arm was loaded with colorful bangles and on her feet was a pair of sandals in lime green as well. Talk about knowing him. She knows from this distance that something is bothering me. He shook his head and started forward again.

She met him just on the other side of the gate wrapping her arms around him and kissing him like it had been months not hours since they said goodbye. She took his laptop satchel and swung it over her shoulder so it bumped her hip as she walked. She linked her arm through his. "Come on, Lover boy, let's shake the dust of this place off and go have fun."

A short tilt of his head was all the acknowledgement she got. When they got to the car he stopped her as she started around the car. He surprised her by pulling her back into his arms and kissing her hungrily as if verifying something.

When he broke the kiss, she looked up at him searchingly, but he just shook his head and stared at her with pain shadowed eyes. She brushed her hand across his cheek then turned and got into the car.

She barely had her seatbelt fastened when he roared away from the base. She sat quietly giving him space to work out whatever they had done or said to him today. They flew down the road going nowhere just aimlessly driving until finally he reached down and flicked on the radio and glanced over at her. "Are you going to stay way over there all night?"

She gave him a quizzical look. "Is it safe?"

He gave her a look filled with desire. "Not in the least."

She gave a quick, short laugh, unbuckled, and slid over to snuggle against him.

"You like Japanese?"

She shrugged. "I don't have anything against them."

He snorted in mock disgust. "Food; keep up. Do you like to eat Japanese food?"

She chuckled. "I love Japanese food."

He nodded and started threading his way through the streets of Colorado Springs. Ten minutes later he was parking in front of a Japanese restaurant. It only took about five minutes to get seated and not much more than that to order.

"Bad day?" she asked casually over her wine glass.

"Hmnn," he jerked his head in the affirmative, but didn't elaborate.

Okay, he doesn't want to talk about it. "So, you all had to leave your base for awhile. Is everyone at the same place in the States with you?"

"No, Sheppard is actually here except he isn't right now." He looked flustered as he came up against the secrecy barrier. "He's stationed here, but is at another location at the moment. Carson is also here, but neck deep in medical research he doesn't even have time to breath. We've managed a few minutes of time the past couple of days. The others are scattered about." He waved a hand vaguely and then looked worried and sighed.

Their food came and they took a few minutes to enjoy it. "So who are you so worried about?"

"What?" He looked up at her confusion showing in his face.

She steepled her hands together and rested her chin in them. "It's me Megan. I can tell you are worried about someone."

He gave her an awed look and then coughed and looked away. "Elizabeth," he admitted. "She took leaving the base hard. It was her command. She isn't returning calls or talking to any of us."

"It sounds like she needs some time to come to terms with the change."

"Maybe, it's just Elizabeth doesn't usually mope."

What about grieve?"

Rodney just stared at her. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Figure people out like that. You don't even know her."

"Women become attached. If that base was her command for three years and she suddenly had to give it up, she's missing it; she's grieving the loss."

His face cleared up like he had gotten the answer to an ancient mystery. "I'll get with Carson and Sheppard. If you're right, she needs us."

They finished the meal with light small talk and went back to the bed and breakfast. Once in their room, he put the laptop down and pointed toward the bathroom. "I'm going to get a shower."

"Sure. Take your time; I'll be waiting over there." She pointed toward the bed.

He hesitated at the bathroom doorway. "Megan?"

She hated the way these people made him second guess his every word and action. "Go, get a shower; get refreshed so I can wear you out."

His eyes scanned hers a moment then he nodded and disappeared into the bathroom.

She lay on the bed and thought hard about how different he acted after spending time with the military inside Cheyenne Mountain; how closed off and hesitant he was until he had time to believe it was okay to let down his guard. What would it be like to live your life so guarded; so walled away; so afraid to let people in? What was his day to day life like that made him that way? And how could she help? The answer to all her questions was 'I don't know' and that frustrated her.

She heard a small noise and looked up to find him watching her wearing nothing but a towel. "What were you thinking about?" he asked.

"How long it'll take me to get you out of that towel." She gave him a leering look.

"Before that," he asked annoyed walking toward her and reclining next to her on the bed.

"You," she replied honestly, "and what you're life must have been like to make you so…"

"Bitter, cynical, asinine, tactless…stop me anytime."

"Guarded and unwilling to let hardly anyone in." she said softly tracing his jaw and down his neck.

"Hmmm," he fell over on his back one arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling. He started talking softly lost in memory. "I was always smarter than everyone which never makes you popular. When my parents found out they could advance me through whole grades and get me out of school years early they jumped at the chance. I graduated high school four years early." He glanced her way. "Can you imagine being a senior at fourteen? Can you imagine the hell I went through every day? I was shorter and skinnier than all the other boys and I was lacking four years of social training. The girls my age were four years below me and wouldn't date me and the girls in the same grade as I were four years older and wouldn't date me. Needless to say I was a popular and easy target for all kinds of practical jokes and bullying from the guys."

He paused when she slid over next to him sliding an arm around his waist and laying her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her pulling her even closer to him with a sigh. "College – not better; worse in fact because now even the professors thought I shouldn't be there and picked on me in class. I had no friends. I mean what eighteen or nineteen year old wants a fourteen year old hanging around them. I couldn't drink; couldn't drive and had no one to help me figure out how to act. My mind might have been able to keep up with the academics, but I was a kid. I had never just hung out with my kids my age."

"You never got the chance to learn as you grew up. Academics left no room for anything else and no one had the time or the desire to teach you." She traced random patterns across his chest and abs.

"When everyone else my age was learning how to get slapped by their dates, I was learning how to solve scientific puzzles for the CIA and other government agencies."

She bounced up on an elbow gaping at him. "Are you serious?"

He gave a wry twist of his lips.

"Huh," she settled back down.

"After college which took half the time it should have since I had nothing to distract me from my studies the government hired me and whisked me away to one of their research facilities. I have pretty much worked for the government in one way or the other since then. Usually in labs surrounded by other geeks with social skills on or about the same level as mine and even they found me abrasive and hard to get along with at times."

"So what changed? Because clearly underneath the protective layers you show the world you've become a pretty decent person."

"I never said I wasn't a decent person!" He sounded really offended.

"True," she leaned up and kissed him sneaking her hand under the towel while he was distracted.

He moaned and arched as her hand stroked him then he grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Take it back." He glared at her.

"I take it back and rephrase the question. What changed since you clearly know how to connect with people now when you want to?"

"Sheppard," he replied softly and she could see the honesty shining in his eyes. "Sheppard, the team, and Atlan…" he paused then set his jaw and finished, "Atlantis."

She frowned, "Georgia?"

"No, not Georgia," he stared at her intently. "I could get in so much trouble for saying this. Atlantis is where we were stationed. Not that that really tells you anything, but still big trouble for me if anyone finds out I told you that."

"I won't tell; cross my heart." She crossed her finger over her chest.

"Tell me how my cousin helped you reconnect with people."

He sighed. "I'm not good at this."

"Yes, you are; with me you are."

He stared at her then returned his gaze to the ceiling. "From the beginning Sheppard took my verbal volleys and returned them. Some of them he bounced off my head." He grinned. "No matter how harsh or cynical or self-centered I sounded he just seemed to know what I was really meaning on the inside. It was like," he turned a stern look her way, "if you tell him this I will deny it." He waited until she nodded and crossed her heart again before continuing. "It was like we were best friends from the moment we met. We are so different and yet we aren't. If that makes sense," he looked at her like he had confused himself.

"Different walls; different defenses against the world, but very similar on the inside." She untied the towel and flipped it open so she could touch him. "You were smart and became smarter and prickly. John is smart, especially in math, but he hid it behind a jock's façade. You hide behind poisoned barbs and he hides behind his charm."

She ran a finger lightly along his length grinning like the Cheshire cat when he responded eagerly to her touch. She moved over him, straddling him poised above his erection. Bending over she whispered against his lips, "Are we done talking for now?"

In answer to her question, he grasped her hips and tugged her down as he arched upward impaling her on his shaft. She moaned as pleasure rippled through her spreading from her core outward like an explosion.

They were too occupied after that for words. Soon they drifted to sleep wrapped around each other contentedly.

She woke in predawn dimness wondering what had awakened her. She was sprawled over Rodney warmed by the immense amount of body heat he gave off – nothing unusual there. Then she realized how tense he was – almost rigid. She shifted to look up at him.

"What do you see in me?" he asked softly. "That's what Sam asked me today."

"Rodney…"

"Just answer the damn question." He snapped.

"I hate what they do to you." She laid her head back on his chest. "I see an immense ability to care for others and to love. I see a deep sense of loyalty and honor. I see a man not afraid to stand up and fight for what he believes in; a man that fights alongside his friends to protect what he holds dear. I also see a brilliant man with a sharp wit and an apparently endless knowledge of old sitcoms and trivia. I see a gentle man with a quirky dry sense of humor that just wants to be accepted for who he is not what he can do."

"You really see all of that?"

"Yes and so much more."

He swallowed convulsively. "Like what?"

She scooted up so she could look him in the eyes. She gaze into those completely vulnerable blue eyes and said, "A kinky closet hedonist that I think I'm falling in love with."

He looked into her eyes searching, weighing then his whole countenance lit up. "You think I'm kinky?" He whispered nearly choked on the emotions welling up inside him.

She grinned down at him and blinked at the tears that pricked her eyes. "Right answer," she murmured as she kissed him. He kissed her back feeling like he had finally found his place in the universe. Atlantis was still home, but now he wasn't an incomplete formula. She completed him, balanced both sides of his personal equation like no one else could.

He slid a hand down her silky skin skating across her ribcage to her hip. He pushed her onto her back, looming over her, raking his gaze over her form. He palm a breast amazed that it fit his hand perfectly, he grazed the nipple with his thumb and felt a surge of satisfaction when it pebbled. He suckled one breast then the other until she moaned and moved under his mouth and hand.

He nipped his way down her abdomen to the soft, curly triangle of hair. He grasped her thighs and pulled them apart. She moved, levering herself up on her elbows. He met her soft; her gaze filled with passion as he flicked his tongue over her clit. Her indrawn breath was his reward and he turned his attention to giving her pleasure. Soon she was crying out as her head fell backwards and her body arched against him seeking to prolong the delicious contact.

She collapsed against the sheets panting from the climax. Grinning smugly, he levered himself up and slipped inside her, burying his shaft to the hilt in her tight, wet sheath. Slowly, keeping eye contact with her, he moved in and out each thrust bringing them both closer and closer to the ultimate joy they found in each other's arms.

He saw her lose focus as her body began to tremble and clench around his erection. He shifted his position slightly increasing the friction on the sensitive underside of his cock. Her hands clenched in the sheets as she kept pace with him until she finally convulsed and cried out. He thrust two, three more times and cried out as he spent himself deep inside her.

Collapsing beside her he pulled her into his embrace whispering, 'I'm falling too' before sleep claimed him.