So How Did I Meet Your Mom Again?23
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Summary: When the team discovers McKay's future daughter living with their trading partners, the search is on for the mother because his daughter will have to be conceived in 16 months or cease to exist. No pressure, right?
Rating: PG-13 for adult situations.
Warnings: Possibly some adult situations or at least ideas.
Category: Friendship/Romance/Humor
Author note: So anyone want to know how Isabel is conceived?
With the visit to P4892 7 weeks ago, things had gotten back to normal for Alex and McKay, for the most part anyways. Since meeting her daughter, it had seemed to click in Alex's head that to have her, she'd have to get pregnant, which was very much a turn off for her. It was true that she had loved Isabel since meeting her, but it was another matter entirely to think of the nine months of pregnancy and painful delivery that would result in said child. Thus, the couple still hadn't made that final act of intimacy.
Rodney had shifted from his shy demeanor of before to being the aggressor in initiating intimate moments between them. Now it was Alex who was shying away and it was driving Rodney nuts! He knew that he'd had a lot longer to acknowledge the fact that they would have a daughter almost right off the bat the very first time they were together, but it was so frustrating to want to be with her when she obviously wasn't ready. He knew it would have to happen soon though; Isabel was conceived sometime in the next two weeks. He decided he'd have a little talk with Sheppard.
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He'd looked all over the city for his spiky haired friend and couldn't find him. He wasn't answering his radio, which was out of character and short of making a citywide announcement, he was about to admit defeat. He had one last place to look though: Elizabeth's office.
Knocking lightly on the door, he could see that John wasn't in there, but he thought it wouldn't hurt to ask about his whereabouts. "Elizabeth? Do you have a minute?" He asked politely.
"Sure Rodney," she smiled, gesturing him to a seat. "What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you'd seen Col. Sheppard?"
She smiled at this, "I have."
"Well," said Rodney slightly annoyed, "Could you share that information?"
"Hmmm…all right. But you can't try to contact him." She said with a look. Rodney nodded in a hurry up gesture. "Teyla has taken him to the mainland for the rites of couples."
Rodney frowned. "What?"
"From my understanding, it's couples therapy with an elder that will spell out the rules of dating for those two. The elder will give them guidelines to follow, advice on communicating, and will work out any problems they are having." She said with a genuine smile. Oh how she knew Col. Sheppard was hating that meeting.
"Well, when will he be back? I have something I need to discuss with him." Rodney said annoyed again.
"He should be back at the end of the week."
"He left for five days and didn't tell me?" He demanded.
"Well, he didn't know he was leaving for five days. Carson came to see me and said he thought John might need some time off for R and R so when Teyla informed me what she was planning on the mainland, I told her to plan to stay for a week. I had a Srgt. ferry them over the mainland after I confiscated John's radio. Teyla was planning on telling him he was stranded there after the Srgt. left with the jumper." Elizabeth's grin widened at the thought. She had out sneaked John Sheppard and stranded him on an Island. Quite an accomplishment.
Seeing Rodney's crestfallen face, she once more got serious. "I'm sure whatever it was can wait 4 more days… unless…oh. Is this about, uh, Isabel?" She tried to ask tactfully.
Rodney nodded, numbly. Now who am I going to talk to?
"Are you and Alex having a difficult time getting alone time together?"
Rodney shook his head. It wasn't how much time they had, it was what they weren't doing with it. Elizabeth seemed to sense as much. "Having trouble getting in the mood?" she asked gently.
"I'm not, but it's like she suddenly has reservations about us. I don't know what I'm supposed to do!" Rodney confessed. Who would ever understand the mystery that was women?
Elizabeth leaned back in her chair, thoughtful. "Did she have reservations like that before she found out?"
"No. In fact she was more than willing." Rodney said blushing as he spoke towards the floor. Forget the Wraith. I think I'm going to die of embarrassment.
"Rodney, you have nothing to be embarrassed about." Elizabeth said kindly. "It's just that, she knows the consequences of your actions now, where before they weren't so clear. I'm sure she didn't expect to get pregnant immediately, and now she knows better. I think what you two need is to forget about this whole situation and go back to the comfortable relationship you had before. She needs to relax Rodney and remember what about you attracted her the most in the first place. Trust me Rodney," she said, catching his eye, "this will work out."
I hope so he thought forlornly.
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Alex walked into her quarters that night to see a navy blue flower with yellow spots sitting on her bed with a note. She smiled, quite familiar with Rodney's MO. She smelled the flower for a moment before unfolding the note. A picture fell out which she immediately bent down to get. As she flipped it over, she smiled. It was the picture of her and Rodney on their second date when Isabella had taken their picture after literally throwing her into his arms. They both had unguarded looks on their faces and she could see the love in both their eyes. How had I ever thought I didn't love him?
She turned to the note.
Meet me at the pier at 10 tonight. Wear something nice. RMShe smiled. Looks like I'm going out tonight.
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A few minutes before 10, Alex eagerly made her way down to the pier that had somehow become their pier. All the romantic moments she could remember had involved that pier in a way. When she stepped through the door though, her breath caught. Are those floating candles?
About fifty lit candles were floating on the calm ocean, their glow reflecting on the surface of the water. She could see Rodney at the very tip of the pier, hands in his pockets, overlooking the ocean in a casual stance. He was wearing a tuxedo. Alex felt woefully underdressed in the modest black dress she was wearing. I didn't know he even owned a tuxedo, much less would willingly wear one.
He seemed to sense her arrival as he turned to face her. His face brightened slightly into a smile as he held out a hand, beckoning her towards him. She walked to him, never breaking eye contact until her hand met his and he pulled her close. She inhaled the familiar scent of Rodney as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked gently.
She pulled away enough to see his face. "There's no music." She said softly.
Rodney gave a nod to someone over her shoulder and the sweet melody of a string orchestra came on, projected from speakers at the end of the pier and on either side of the doorway.
He stepped away from her completely, holding out his hand to her again as he asked again, "Will you dance with me?"
Alex took his hand with a soft smile.
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For the last hour and a half, Rodney had danced with Alex and was increasingly aware of the fact that he was getting turned on. It didn't help that her body was pressed tightly against his own, or that she was wearing a dress that clung to her shapely curves in all the right ways. And the way she would look up at him ever so often to make eye contact… he could see the love and longing in her eyes and it just made his need that much more intense. But he refused to rush anything tonight. He would take his time and let her choose how fast to take things, which was why he was so surprised when she reached behind his head to pull him in close for a kiss. His mind shut down, as his whole world revolved on one kiss.
When finally, they broke apart to get some much needed oxygen, he looked her in the eye and realized she was just as turned on as he was. Feeling he was safe enough to ask now, he said, "Want to go somewhere a little more private?"
She smiled up at him and responded, "you read my mind."
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They reached Rodney's quarters a short time later and he gestured that she should precede first. He took a deep steadying breath as he reminded himself to take it slow. He followed her in.
She stood in the middle of room, looking at him with a little uncertainty in her eyes. He smiled at her reassuringly and closed the distance between them, kissing her gently. She responded. He felt he was reasonably safe in cupping one hand to her face and tangling the other in her hair, pulling her closer. One of her hands wrapped around his head while the other lightly rested on his chest, over his heart.
He broke the kiss and looked in her eyes to make sure she was all right with how the evening was progressing. Reassured with what he found there, he began to gently kiss her neck, his hands moving to rest on her shoulders. She moaned quietly in appreciation and began to reciprocate by sliding his jacket off and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She slipped a hand inside and lightly dragged her nails down his chest while he made a growly sound in the back of his throat.
Continuing his ministrations, he began to lead her backwards to the bed as he felt his shirt come off. She traced a feather light touch across his ribs that made him softly gasp.
He slipped his hands under the shoulders of her dress and eased it off her shoulders, so he could move his lips to skin beneath. He felt her make contact with his belt as she nimbly undid the buckle, pulling it loose. He groaned at the light contact. She knew exactly how sensitive he was to a light touch and so continued to torment him until he caught her hands in his lightly, waiting until she looked up. "I love you Lexi. With all my heart and soul."
She pulled one hand free to caress the side of his face. "I love you too Rodney McKay."
He asked huskily, "are you sure, Lexi?"
Dragging a hand across his lower abdomen she grinned devilishly as the low strangled sound he made as she replied, "I've never been more sure in my life."
That was all the invitation he needed. Their soft moans could be heard in the room for hours as both familiarized themselves with the other's body until it was as well known as their own.
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Alex woke feeling more relaxed than she had ever felt. Her muscles felt like goo and she was too comfortable to move off the warm body beneath her. It felt like it was still a few hours until dawn. She snuggled back into the warmth and heard a small chuckle vibrate through the chest she was draped across. She looked up to meet the very awake eyes of one Rodney McKay.
"Hey." He said, humor in his voice.
"Hey back at you." She responded playfully, still sleepy.
"Go back to sleep, honey. I'll wake you for breakfast."
Yawning widely, Alex caught the cute smirk on his face, but was too tired to do anything but nod and lay back down to sleep: completely at peace.
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Author's Note: Nothing too graphic, but I raised the warning level on the story all the same. How am I doing?