Dear Readers,
I'm sorry, I couldn't resist! I just HAD to go for more fluffiness! So I decided to make this oneshot a follow-up to the previous one. Basically, this should really be called "In Which Sam and Rodney Make Out for a Really Long Time and Fluffiness Abounds in Such Great Proportions that the Author is Deathly Afraid that She Has Unintentionally Made the Characters OOC!!!" :runs away and hides: In my defense, let me say that this wasn't supposed to be this long...but then I couldn't stop the overload of fluff extraordinare and, once again, I departed down the Ultra Extreme Cotton Candy Fluff Fluff Fluff Fluffy and MORE Fluff Road. I apologize in advance to those who do think the two are OOC in this, and to those who cannot endure high amounts of fluff under threat of impending gagging. I'M SORRY!!!!!! REALLY, TRULY...I will TRY to contain the fluff next time...if you feel too kind to blame me, go ahead and blame it on the evil plotbunnies and my muses!
Best Regards from a (very terrified) Bookworm (and SGA fan),
Miss Pookamonga ;-P
and her muses, Sunny Baudelaire, Suzy Turquoise Blue, Sally Brown, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, and Dr. Gregory House, M.D.
and now Dr. Rodney McKay, whom I am trying to bid the highest for out of all the fans who want to own him
VII. Good Things Come To Those Who Wait
She slips through the doorway and out onto the balcony. He is standing there with his back to her, presumably gazing out at the blue glow of twilight upon the ocean. She leans against the door for a moment, smiling in spite of herself at him standing there, not yet aware of her presence. A cool breeze softly winds its way toward her and pushes a few loose strands of hair across her cheek, causing her to giggle a little at the ticklish reflex she feels.
He hears her giggle suddenly, and he turns around sharply. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, so he is left there, gaping at her. She giggles again, this time at the expression on his face, and walks over to him with her arms crossed across her chest. She walks up far enough so she can lean her arms against him, and she lifts her lips to the base of his ear and kisses him softly.
"Hi," she whispers breathily, her lips dancing over his skin.
He shudders at her touch and allows his mouth to curl into a grin. "Hi," he whispers back, leaning his cheek against hers and lifting his hands to her waist.
Her coy smile widens as she suddenly uncrosses her arms and begins to slide her hands gently against his chest. He shudders again at her gesture and unconsciously pulls her closer.
"How long have you been waiting?" she asks softly, bringing her face away from his ear so she can look straight at him.
"Long enough," he replies demurely, a bashful blush creeping along his cheeks. Suddenly, he leans forward and captures her lips in a brief kiss. He pulls away only enough so that their noses are still touching.
There is no need for words now. She presses her hands against his chest, and he leans forward into them, letting his lips touch hers again. He increases the pressure, moving his lips across hers gently. He feels her respond just as gently as she slides one hand up his chest to wrap around the nape of his neck. His hands pull her even closer as he rubs them across her back tenderly.
It is she who breaks the kiss to rub her nose against his, letting her eyelids flutter up and down, her lashes brushing over his cheek. He chuckles at the ticklish feeling, and she smiles a little in response. He turns his head so he can let his lips brush against hers again as he runs one hand up her back and neck to rest against her cheek. She is the one to shudder this time beneath the feather-light touch of his fingers as he rubs them across her face and brushes strands of blonde hair behind her ear.
Suddenly, she presses her lips against his again, and his reply is to move his hand to the back of her head and pull her face even closer, gradually making the kiss more passionate. She sighs barely audibly, relaxing even more in his embrace, and moving her hand up from his neck to entwine her fingers in his hair.
It is that gesture from her that sparks some impulse within him. He doesn't know how it really happens or why he even does it, but he cannot really ponder upon it because the touch of her lips tugging at his and her fingers running through his hair renders him incapable of thinking. In fact, he can barely breathe—his pulse is racing too fast. All he knows is that somehow he allows his hand to find the clip holding her hair up, and before he can comprehend what he is doing, he has clamped his hand around it. The curtain of blonde hair falls gracefully against her neck and shoulders, making her look like an angel glowing in the soft white light of the moon.
He abruptly releases his hold on her mouth, suddenly growing aware of his action and fearing her reaction to it. He expects her to pull away in shock—but instead, she responds to his breaking the kiss by leaning forward and forcefully grabbing his lips in hers.
He groans in surprise, and all cognitive function departs from his brain again. The clip slips out of his grasp as he flexes his hand and threads his fingers through her silky hair and massages her scalp. They remain engaged in that passionate embrace like that for who knows how long, moving in their own rhythm against each other's bodies, until she realizes that she can no longer hold her breath in and pulls away slowly, gasping for air.
"Sam," he gasps emphatically, suddenly breaking the prolonged silence. "Wow."
She chuckles, dipping her chin down in embarrassment as her cheeks flush pink. He realizes just how beautiful she looks like that—with her golden hair glowing in the moonlight, her rosy cheeks radiating in the darkness, and her sky-blue eyes twinkling like each of the million stars above their heads. And suddenly, he can't seem to resist leaning into her and placing a little kiss on her nose. She giggles softly, and the sweet ringing sound of her laughter causes his stomach to turn over more times than he can count. Before he knows what he's doing, he's kissed her again, on the cheek. And then, all of a sudden, he's placing little butterfly kisses all over her face, causing her to giggle and blush even more.
"Rodney," she whispers, trying desperately not to give in to the swooping and tingling sensations that are spreading throughout her whole body.
"Mmm," he replies, his lips teasing the skin on her forehead.
"What are you—oh..."
She moans suddenly, and her sentence trails off into the breeze as a dizzying force collides head-on with her, perpetuated by the fact that he is kissing her neck. He lingers in the spot just below her ear, then slowly moves his lips across her skin until he makes contact with the space underneath her chin. She feels as if all the air in her lungs has suddenly been swept out of her, and she can't seem to stop the constant chills running up and down her spine. She lifts her head upward as he continues to kiss her below her chin and then moves across to the other side of her neck, giving her more tiny butterfly kisses.
"Rodney..." The name escapes her lips blissfully before she can stop it, as he brings his kisses to her cheek and then back to her nose.
His mouth lingers on her nose for a few seconds before he tilts his chin downward and finally lays his lips against hers once again. It is their last long, sweet kiss before they pull their faces away from each other to gaze into each other's eyes. There is a prolonged moment of silence while she lets herself drown in his blue-grey orbs and he in her sky-blue ones.
He breaks the silence by speaking first. "That was worth the wait," he whispers tenderly, leaning his forehead against hers and bringing his hand forward to stroke her cheek.
"Well, good things do come to those who wait." She smiles lovingly at him.
"I'm glad I waited, then."
Her smile only widens. "So am I."
