A steamy scene, but not explicitly smutty. Just enough to whet your appetite not wet your...never mind. ;-)
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Stargate: Atlantis
The Morning After
A Tag to
Tag to Trio
By Destiny Brighthope
"Maybe we can spend the day together."
Rodney McKay flexed his hand and winced. The analgesic gel was wearing off, and if not for the devastatingly attractive blond whose bed he was sharing, he'd be complaining already. But Jennifer Keller's smooth body pressed against his calmed him in a way nothing ever had.
"We don't have to," Jennifer said quietly, "if you think it's a bad idea."
"What? No, it's fine, a great idea in fact."
"Really? Because you don't sound all that enthused." She turned over to face him, her eyes betraying her uncertainty. When they awoke, she'd been a bundle of nerves. A night of wild, alcohol-fueled sex can do that to you, especially when your previous relationship barely verged on the romantic. Rodney did his best to assure her that he wanted more than a one-night stand, and they cuddled, something he didn't remember doing the previous night.
"It's my hands," he told her and explained his predicament. When in doubt, always break out the war wounds. Chicks dig scars, as this lovely lady herself had informed him.
Instantly, her mood dissipated. "Oh, Rodney, I'm so sorry. I should have realized."
Disentangling herself from his arms, she crossed the room to her desk. To his irritation, she paused at the dresser to pull on a long tee shirt. She'd not bothered to dress before now. "I had more of the gel and fresh bandages delivered to my quarters while we were at the bar," she said.
"You planned on my being here?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
She blushed. "Noooo, I had it delivered for me. I'm hurt too, remember? Just not as bad as you." Returning to the bed, she changed his bandages without batting an eye—Rodney had to look away—and slathered his hands with more of the pain-deadening gel.
Ah, bliss.
Afterward she climbed back into bed. Rodney pulled her close, slipping a hand beneath her shirt to rest his palm on the gentle swell of her belly. Releasing a contented sigh, he began idly stroking her stomach.
He'd been surprised to learn just how much Jennifer's body turned him on. Rail thin she was not, but soft in places where the soldiers who trained more vigorously were firm. Lush, he thought. That's how I'd describe her.
Less than 24 hours ago he called Sam Carter perfect. His perception changed radically once he'd gotten his hands on Jennifer. Sam was still beautiful—being with Jennifer hadn't blinded him. What it had done was reorient his internal compass. True north lay directly ahead, nestled beneath the covers.
"Better?" Jennifer asked.
"Perfect." He didn't mean the gel.
Jennifer sighed dreamily under Rodney's lazy touch. Slowly, he increased the size of his arcs until he was tracing the underside of the curve of her belly. "That's nice," she murmured.
After a while his fingers dipped even lower. Her breath hitched, but she didn't complain or try to stop him. Soon she was moaning, writhing, and when he buried his fingers in her warmth, her legs clamped tight around them. Gentle coaxing loosened her grip enough to let him withdraw.
Rolling her onto her back, he lavished kisses upon her face and throat. A stray thought tickled the back of his mind as he peeled back her collar and nuzzled her clavicle. Would making love again so soon give Jennifer the impression that he wanted her only for her body?
Lost in thought, he barely noticed when she began groping for something on the nightstand. Her hand came back momentarily, and she very quickly slipped that something into his palm. He couldn't help but grin when he realized what it was.
So much for slowing down, he thought, tearing open the condom wrapper. Before he could withdraw the latex sheath, Jennifer once more interrupted his thoughts.
"Rodney?" She averted her eyes once she had his attention. "No matter what happens in the future…I just want you to know…" She swallowed hard. "I just want you to know that I'm happy we did this."
Warmth suffused his chest. He waited for her to look up, then pressed the gentlest of kisses to her lips. "Jennifer, I'm happy too."
And he was. For the first time in a good long while, he was completely, utterly content. A small, cynical part of him wondered how long such a feeling could last. But the rest of him for the rest of the day belonged to a pretty little lady with a lush body, a wicked tongue, and the kindest heart he'd ever known.
The End?
You never can tell
Thanks to RoryFaller, who beta-read a partial early version of this chapter weeks ago. A wiser author would have run the completed chapter by dear Rory (she might have talked me out of that opening joke). Unfortunately, the only quality Des lacks more than wisdom is patience.
Thanks also to everyone who reviewed one or more of my stories while I was away from the site. I can't tell you how much I appreciate them.
That's all for now, darlings. Till next time,
- Des