"Dean?"
"Nope"
"Grace! Where the hell are you?!"
"Duh, at Dean's silly"
"Grace don't be difficult. Where the hell have you been?"
"2015"
"Um, what?"
"2015 Cameron. I wouldn't recommend it, it's incredibly smelly, and full of crazy people that want to eat you"
"Grace…are you drunk?!"
"A little"
"You mean to tell me that we've been running our arses off trying to find you whilst you've been drinking with the Winchesters?"
"Pretty much"
"Remind me again why I put up with your shit?"
"Because I'm awesome…and amazing in bed"
There were gagging noises in the background.
"Could you come and get me please Cameron? I'm still half-naked. Ooh, and bring pizza"
"Pizza?!"
"Yep, Dean says no anchovies though"
"Dean can fuck off"
"Cameron says fuck off"
There was a rumbling in the background.
"Dean says you have no right to tell him to fuck off when you're screwing his little sister"
"Dean can…hang on, what?"
"Ev?"
"Yeah"
"Meet me at Dean's. She's there"
"Of course she is"
"Oh, and call John for me will you. I've got to order pizza"
"Of course you have"
"John"
"Ev?"
"She's at Dean's"
"Right"
"Cameron's on his way there"
"Right"
"He's just picking up pizza. You want one?"
"You're all insane"
"Ooh you did bring pizza! Thank you Cameron"
He held the boxes over his head and waved a plastic bag at her. "Pants first Princess"
"Good thinking man" Dean waved a glass at him. "It was starting to get a little weird"
Cam glared at him. "You didn't have sweats you could have lent her?"
"Huh. Didn't think of that"
Grace grabbed the bag and reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Cameron. I won't be a minute" She disappeared through the kitchen door.
Sam poured a fresh glass, waggling it at him. "You look like you could do with this"
Cam sighed and dropped the pizza boxes on the coffee table, grabbing the glass. Sitting in a chair he rubbed a hand over his face and took a large gulp. "You people are just….I mean what is it about you?"
Sam snorted. "We're vessels"
"Vessels?"
"Yep. It sucks"
"Vessels for what? What does that even mean?"
There was a knock at the door.
"It's open!"
Cam watched her sit down on the footstool, crossing her legs underneath her. She cracked open the new bottle and poured them all a drink. "I swear I never used to drink this much"
John snorted and grabbed a glass. "Right sweetheart, care to tell us what's been happening. And why we couldn't pick up your signal if you were here?"
"I expect you tried to trace me while I was in the future"
"Future?"
"Yep, 2015. Man, you don't want to go there anytime soon. It stank" Dean pulled a face.
"So Grace already informed me" Cam glared at him. "What the hell is going on? And what did you mean about being vessels?"
Sam shifted. "Uh, we'd better start from the beginning"
"You mean there's even more shit than we already know about?"
Dean grinned. "Oh yeah. You think gate travel is crazy you should try spending some time hanging out with Angels"
Evan sighed. "Right, from the beginning then"
"Shit, right, um" Dean took a drink. "Sammy and I were supposed to play a part in a big final showdown between Heaven and Hell. Everything that happened to us was basically engineered so we'd both be in the right place at the right time. Even our parents getting together was part of the plan, to make sure that we were born, and that our Dad would know about hunting, about demons. Our Mom was the original hunter, her family had been in the game for generations, Dad didn't know anything about it until they met"
"When they found out I was on the way they decided to walk away from it, separate themselves from her family. Mom had been raised a hunter but she didn't want that for her kids. Six months after Sam was born a demon visited our house, his nursery. Mom died in the fire that night, Sammy and I went to live with some retired hunters and Dad took off, looking for revenge. When Sam was four he came back for us and began training us to hunt"
He sighed. "A lot of shit went down over the years, unknown to us always steering us towards where they wanted us to be, becoming the kind of people they would need. But it wasn't until Castiel yanked me out of hell that we found out about the whole vessel crap. He didn't save my arse just because I'm too pretty to be tortured for all eternity…"
Sam snorted.
"…I am the true vessel of the Archangel Michael. Angel's can possess anyone as long as they are given permission but Archangels require their true vessel otherwise they burn out the body. Sammy is the true vessel of Lucifer, who is a fallen Archangel, and now rules over hell. We must both give permission for them to take over our bodies and they use our forms to fight one last battle. Whoever wins rules supreme, whoever loses dies, horribly"
He looked at the other men and smirked. "Still with me?"
"You people are insane"
"Thank you"
John glared at him. "So, two brothers, both destined to fight each other to the death whilst possessed by crazy arse Archangels, right?"
"Right"
"But you didn't say yes?"
Sam pointed at Dean. "He told Michael to fuck off"
"Good for you sweetie"
Dean grinned at Grace.
Cameron drained his glass and reached for the bottle. "I can't believe I'm asking this but uh, Sam, you said no to Lucifer too?"
Sam shook his head.
"What?!"
"Relax Cameron. Lucifer hasn't risen so Sam has never had to answer" Grace smiled at him. "Because I met you, and then you met Dean and Sam, and we all ended up at the SGC it never happened. They weren't in the right place at the right time to release him from Hell"
"So, why drag you three off to 2015 if it's never going to happen?"
Grace raised a brow at Sam. He cleared his throat. "Castiel said we're on the right track, to keep doing what we're doing and not go back to hunting. If we did there would still be a chance the future we saw could happen, or something very similar to it. Our glimpse is to help us not be tempted"
Evan frowned. "But why Grace? I get that she was the reason your lives took a different turn but surely she's played her part in this already? What harm is there in her hunting still?"
"Before my Mother met my Father she ran into John Winchester. Quite literally apparently"
Dean snorted into his drink.
"You're fucking kidding me right?"
"Nope" Grace grinned at John and topped up her glass. "I'm half Winchester"
"And that means…?"
"I can be used as a vessel for either Michael or Lucifer. Because I'm not a true vessel I would probably only last a few months before my body gave up under the strain, and if I did survive I'd be a vegetable, but it would give them the opportunity to do whatever had to be done"
"But you'd have to say yes first right?"
"Yep, but they're clever bastards. We're all going to have to stay as far away as we can from the supernatural. At least for the next few years"
Cam looked thoughtful. "So… in this alternate future Dean and Sam said yes?"
Sam closed his eyes. "I did, Dean didn't"
"Shit"
"Yeah"
"Why?"
"It was all part of some crazy arse plan we came up with apparently. Sammy would say yes, take control from Lucifer, and then Grace and I would send his twisted self back to hell, leaving Sam free and the world non-apocalypsy"
"And it didn't go well?"
Grace rolled her eyes. "I think we can safely say no, it didn't work"
"What happened?"
"We can't say"
"Why?"
"Because, it will probably never happen and if you lot know too it could fuck things up"
"And we never met?"
She looked at Cam. "Once, in Vegas"
"Huh"
Grace unwrapped the towel from her body and ran it over her hair, getting as much water as possible out. There was no way she was arsing about blowdrying it tonight. Within twelve hours she'd had quite energetic morning sex, been kidnapped from her kitchen and taken to 2015 by a crazy arse Angel, shown a horrifying possible future, found out her parents lied to her, gotten drunk and been yelled at by Cameron. Apparently she should have called the instant she was back. Grace rolled her eyes to herself. Sometimes she missed the freedom life on the road had provided her with.
Shutting out the lights she crawled into bed and hummed at the comfort of the mattress. Motel beds definitely never felt like this. She let her eyes slide shut and enjoyed the quiet calm. They were in the kitchen, still sulking. She idly wondered how long they'd put up with her before tiring of the constant shit. Grace sighed. It wasn't like she meant for this stuff to happen, 'the curse of the Winchesters' Dean had said, she snorted quietly. Perhaps it was time to move on, except she couldn't hunt anymore which meant she'd have to stay at the SGC to get her beating up bad guys jollies. Which could be a little awkward if she was no longer fucking them.
Grace shifted and tapped her foot against the mattress. Their arrangement was a little unusual but she knew for a fact there were several others at the mountain indulging in same-sex sex, and a few threesomes too. But this wasn't just fucking anymore, she was in a relationship, Grace made a little disgusted noise, with three other people. Three older, overprotective, possessive, and a little bossy, Air Force Officers. She chewed on her lip then nodded to herself. They were all going to have a little chat tomorrow, whether they liked it or not.
Grace snapped her eyes open, blinking against the darkness of the room, and made a surprised noise that was swallowed down by the man hovering over her, lips crushing down on hers. Relaxing under him she opened up so Cameron could run his tongue over hers before gently sucking it into his mouth. He gave a quiet little moan and moved his mouth down her neck, tracing swirls across her collarbone. And then she was being smothered in wet kisses from three mouths, her sleep heavy body starting to spark a little at their touch.
Cameron was still at her neck, making occasional passes to her lips and ears, tongue running slick patterns, teeth grazing sensitive skin. John mouthing around her breasts, wet circles over her nipples, little flicks to their tips. Evan's teeth were nipping at the flesh on the inside of her thigh, causing her muscles to give little pulses of pleasure. Then his tongue was running up between her legs, lips surrounding her clit, gentle sucks. She gave a little hum of pleasure and wrapped her hand around Cameron, running soft trails around the head of his dick.
Evan slid two of his fingers inside of her and stiffened his tongue, running it over her before returning to his sucking. His fingers curled and another was added. Grace released Cameron as she felt the first waves of pleasure roll over her, she didn't want to grip him too tight as she came. As her world swam back into focus Cameron replaced John's mouth with his own, the other man stretching up the bed and offering her his cock.
Mouth wrapped around John, Grace sucked hard then slid her lips down to his hilt, swallowing around him before giving a deliberate little hum. Hearing his growl from above her Grace hummed again and pulled back to his tip. And that's when Evan slid inside of her, not pausing, thrusts long, and hard, and fast. Stilling her head she allowed the two men to set the pace, the rhythm, as she reached for Cameron again. He groaned and thrust gently into her grip.
Feeling slightly spaced out as she felt her next climax approaching Grace gripped Evan as hard as she could encouraging him over the edge with her. As she rippled round him his hips stuttered and then he stilled, buried as deep as he could get. Then John groaned and held her against him as his cum shot her throat. Sliding her mouth off him so he could settle back down by her side Grace rested her head back on the pillow and watched the outline of Cameron move between her legs.
As Cameron pushed his way in John dipped his head to her breasts again. This time the skin so sensitized that every breath, every lick shot little trails of fire down her nerves. Grace bit her lip, forcing herself not to beg Cameron to speed up his slow and rhythmic thrusting, and felt her hand being guided to Evan's dick. He was already half-hard again and still wet with both of their cum, she ran her fingernails over his balls before matching Cameron's rhythm with slow tortuous strokes.
Grace moaned quietly, in the dark silence of the room their scents, the sounds of their ragged breathing, the feel of skin on skin, was heightened. She twitched around Cameron and his grip on her hips tightened, but still he wouldn't deviate from his rhythm. Evan growled and began to thrust into her hand, silently demanding more speed, more pressure. They came together, hot stripes spattering over her side, running over her fingers as her own orgasm pulled Cameron in further, pulsing around him.
He hissed in a breath above her, finally picking up his pace, raising her hips, trying to prolong her pleasure. John grazed his teeth over her breasts and slid a finger down to rub small, hard circles over her clit, careful not to disturb Cameron. The waves that had been ebbing began to strengthen again, her body trying to decide wether to respond with pain or pleasure at the over stimulation, one of her hands grabbed John's wrist silently begging to him to stop. But the pressure only increased and her other hand slid into his hair and gripped him to her breast as she came again, this time pulling Cameron over the edge.
Sliding out of her Cameron raised up and pulled John into a kiss, the other man giving a quiet moan and rolling his hips, rubbing his erection against her side. Evan pulled Cameron off, settling him onto his side and slinging an arm round him, nipping at his neck. Both of their eyes following John as he nestled in between her legs. Grace was sure she couldn't cum again but this was for him, he loved the feel of her when she was full from their other lovers.
As he slid inside of her he puffed out a little ragged breath over her ear and buried his face in her neck. His arms pulled her in tighter to him, full body thrusts with sweat and cum slicking between them, generating heat and beautiful friction. As more and more muffled little moans of pleasure reached her ears his hips finally stilled and he groaned into her skin.
Cameron smiled slightly at the feel of her sleeping in his arms, soft skin pressed against his, warm puffs of air over his chest. It was rare for her to sleep so contentedly like this, Grace liked to sprawl, take up as much room as they'd allow. He got the feeling that, unless it was during sex, their weight on top of her, even just an arm slung round her waist, made her feel trapped. Her time spent on the road hunting had ingrained the instinct to be able to escape, to reach her weapon if she was woken suddenly. They understood, were the same, years of going through the gate, spending nights on strange planets with unknown threats had instilled the same need.
He frowned. He hoped that her sleeping like this wasn't a sign that last night had been too much. She was younger and fitter than them but they still rarely indulged in all three of them focusing on her alone, usually choosing to take different partners after the foreplay was done with. Yesterday had shaken them though, when they couldn't find her, and then finding out where she'd been, listening to Dean's story. He also didn't like the idea that apparently this Castiel could just swoop in whenever the hell he wanted and take her to wherever the hell he wanted to.
They needed to find a way to hide her somehow, keep her safe but he was buggered if he knew how. The smell of coffee drifted into the bedroom and he felt her stir. Grace wiggled slightly and he tightened his grip, rewarded with a pinch to his side.
"Hey!"
"Let go"
"Nope"
She lightly flicked the head of his cock and he hissed, rolling away. "You fight dirty, you know that?"
"Yep, we're not all big, testosterone driven men"
Cameron rolled his eyes. "What woke you Princess?"
"Coffee"
"Really? In your sleep?"
"Uh huh. Always better when someone else makes it for you" She uncurled and stretched, wincing slightly.
Cam frowned. "You hurting baby?"
She grinned and sat up. "Yes, wonderfully so"
"Not funny Gracie"
"I'm not trying to be funny Cameron" She ran a finger down his chest "You can make it up to me later"
"I don't think so"
"Not like that idiot" She pulled her hair over one shoulder and leant against the headboard. "Tonight it's Evan's turn and I get to watch"
"You're incredibly perverted"
"Thank you"
"Thank you for what?" John padded over to the bed, two mugs of coffee in his hands.
"Cameron says I'm perverted"
He handed a mug to Grace and slid back under the sheets next to her. "Something we're all very grateful for sweetheart"
Cam glared at him. "Don't encourage her and where's mine?"
"Ladies first" John pulled her in next to him.
"Lady?"
Grace stuck her tongue out at Cameron and squirmed out of John's hold. "No snuggling Sheppard"
"Uh huh" He moved in closer, trapping her between him and Cam.
"You're a big girl"
Evan snorted. "Well, one of us has to be" He passed Cameron his mug before settling in at the foot of the bed.
"Not joining us Lorne?"
"I have no desire to be cuddled this morning"
Grace grinned at him whilst the other two flipped him off.
Vala blindly fired a volley of shots through the doorway of the hut that was providing temporary cover and grinned at her 2IC. "Angels huh?"
"Yep" Grace stuck her gun out what the maker of the hut apparently intended to be a window and took out another attacker. "Interfering bastards"
"Cass seemed to be very nice"
"Please" Grace ducked and swore quietly as a bullet flew overhead. "You just thought he was hot"
"Perhaps" More shots, another two down.
"Hotter than my brother?"
Vala smirked and unclipped a grenade from her belt. "Nope"
Pushing herself up from her position on the floor and brushing the remains of the hut from her clothing Grace glared at her CO. "Our new team member sucks"
Vala looked over at the scientist who hadn't moved from his kneeling position since they'd dragged him in here. "Dr Harper?"
He took a shaky breath and looked up. "Yes"
"You're fired"
Ignoring the now rather heated conversation going on behind her Grace pressed the button on her radio. "Cadman, you still there?"
Her radio crackled. "Of course I'm still bloody here. Now find a ladder or a rope and hurry the fuck up"
"That's 'hurry the fuck up M'am' to you"
"Fuck off Winchester"
"Stop bloody calling me Winchester"
"Nope"
Grace groaned a little as the hot water hit her shoulders. Laura glared at her. "Hey, at least you weren't stuck up a tree for three hours"
She smirked at the Lieutenant. "Still a little achey from last night"
Laura wrinkled her nose. "Too much information"
"It's only one more than you're used to"
"Excuse me?!"
Vala turned to face them. "One more what?"
"Cock"
"Jesus Grace!"
Their CO raised an elegant brow. "Whose?"
"Not telling" Laura pointed at Grace. "And you, keep your mouth shut"
Grace held her hands up. "Ok, ok. But we're not gonna judge if you want to tell" She winked.
Laura sighed. "It's not me, it's just tough for military guys you know?"
"Um, this would be uh, DADT yes?"
Grace nodded at Vala. "Yeah, stupid regs. You'd think they'd have repealed it by now. Every military base is like some kind sex club these days anyway. And at the SGC you can practically smell it when you walk in"
Laura snorted.
"You know" Grace tipped her head back, washing out the shampoo. "I bet between us we can come up with a way to make things a little, uh, smoother"
"Smoother?"
"Um, ease the way for other's like us"
"I'd hate to see the inside of your head"
Grace grinned at her friend.
Vala shut off her water and wrapped a towel around her. "Drinks at mine later? This sounds like an interesting idea to explore"
"Sure"
"I'll bring the files on the newest possible scientists for the team"
Vala made a disgusted noise.
Grace stepped into her pumps and pulled her jumper over her head. Tonight was definitely all about comfort, and margaritas apparently, last nights sex and todays gun battle, including being thrown to the ground by a rather enthusiastically thrown grenade, had left her a little bruised. She chewed on her lip briefly, she'd had plans to speak with them tonight about what had happened yesterday but she really didn't feel up to it today. Grace shrugged, it could wait. She grabbed her bag and made her way into the lounge.
Evan looked up from the game they were watching. "Going somewhere?"
"Yes, I'm spending the night with a hot space pirate"
"Don't forget to hit the record button sweetheart!" John's voice drifted through from the kitchen.
"Only if I get sixty percent of all sales!"
"Forty!"
"Sixty!"
"Will you both shut up!" Cameron raised a brow at her. "You staying at Val's or should we leave the door unlocked?"
"I'll be home. I'm always slightly worried I'm going to wake up next to my brother when I stay there"
Evan grinned at her. "That is incredibly wrong"
"Thank you"
"You ok Princess?"
"Yes, why?"
"Everything go ok on todays mission?"
She frowned at him. "Yes, why?"
Evan looked curiously at Cameron.
"So it all went smoothly?"
Grace sighed. "Yes Cameron" she turned and headed towards the door. "I'm going now, before I get the urge to not come back"
Evan raised a brow at Cam. "What was that all about?"
"What was what all about?" John passed over beers and dropped into the recliner.
"The third degree Mitchell just gave Grace"
"It was not the third degree. Just checking that's all"
"Checking what?"
Cam tapped his beer bottle. "Would you describe a mission that involved a gun battle, several exploding grenades and rescuing a teammate from a 200ft tall tree as having gone smoothly"
John pursed his lips. "I'd say it happens more often than you'd expect"
Cam glared at him.
"Right, fine. No, I would not say that was a smooth mission"
Evan rolled his eyes. "So?"
"So, she lied"
"That's what she did today?"
"Yep"
"Huh"
Grace took a gulp of her drink, Vala had recently been allowed to move off base and was enjoying discovering the joys of having her own place, which meant her latest purchase of a blender was being put to good use, making margaritas. Incredibly strong ones.
"Bloody hell Val, how much tequila?!"
Laura grinned. "I defiantly see a cab ride home in our future, or possibly passing out on your couch"
"As long as I don't have to listen to you and my brother…again"
Vala smirked at her. "He is banished this evening. We have a lot to discuss"
"Shall we get the whole 'choosing a scientist for our team' done first" Grace screwed up her face.
Laura waved a file at her. "Already done it"
"Really?"
"Yep, just need our great and powerful leader's agreement"
Vala snatched the file away and sat opposite them on the floor. "Dr Rodney McKay?"
"He's just got back from Atlantis, and was on Sheppard's team. Which means he has a ton of off-world experience, is used to getting shot at, taken prisoner and working under pressure"
"I am totally in agreement"
They looked at Grace in surprise. "What? Laura's right, he could be perfect" She smirked a little. "And I really look forward to telling John"
"You're a little bit of a bitch aren't you?"
"Yep" Grace shifted slightly. "Also he may come in handy for a little idea I've had"
The other women raised their brows. She waved a hand at them. "In a minute. So, Val? Yay or nay?"
Vala raised her glass. "Yay. Here's to Dr Rodney McKay, I hope his presence brings us much success, and causes Colonel Sheppard great discomfort"
"Hmm" Grace clinked her glass. "He's so cute when he squirms"
Laura made a gagging noise.
"Now" Vala refilled their glasses. "Is your 'little idea' something about freeing up all those wonderfully sexually frustrated marines"
Grace grinned. "Yep but it's gonna take some planning. And some serious shit hot black op skills"
"Really?" Vala raised a brow.
"Hm, trust me we don't want any of the guys finding out about this, at least not until it's so far in motion that they'll have no choice but to come along for the ride" She winked and drained her glass.
"You're reading too much into this Mitchell. We don't tell her every detail of our day"
Cam scowled at Evan. "But we manage to mention in passing if we got shot at or nearly blown up. I don't want this Angel shit making her rethink everything"
"I'm pretty sure this Castiel guy told her to keep doing what she's doing"
"Which is us" John grinned at him.
"You're like the male version of her"
"Well, that explains your near constant desire to get in my pants"
"For fuck's sake Sheppard will you cut it out. Am I the only one that's worried about this?"
"Yes, as usual" Evan trailed a finger round the back of Cam's neck. "She's not suddenly gonna take off. We'll notice other stuff if there's any problem. The more you question her the more itchy her feet will get"
John nodded. "Yep. You're forgetting she went from constantly moving around, doing as she pleased with no one else to consider to living with three men" He waggled his bottle at Cam. "Who are older, slightly possessive and a little over-protective. She's adjusting, and very well, if you want my humble opinion"
Cam huffed. "Fine. I hope I never have to say I told you so"
They stared at her, mouths hanging slightly open. Grace smiled innocently back.
Laura blinked. "You're an evil genius"
"Thank you"
"Perhaps we should get you a cat?"
Grace frowned at Vala. "Uh, why?"
"Do not all evil geniuses own cats? It seems to occur quite frequently in your television programmes"
"Yeah, ok, I see where you're coming from. I'm not sure how Cameron would feel about me bringing home what is essentially a ball of fluff with claws…and teeth"
"Please film it if you ever do"
"Of course"
"So" Vala grinned at them. "Are we going with this plan?"
"It's insane, and terrifyingly complex" Laura drained her glass and refilled. "I'm in"
"Me too" Grace raised her glass. "Hopefully it will keep the creepy Angels off my arse too"
Vala tipped her drink at them. "To wonderful sex for all, and an Angel free arse for Grace"
Evan frowned as he watched her disappear into the bathroom. "What happened to your back Gracie?!"
Cameron looked up from his book, John cracked an eye open.
"My back?!" She yelled from the other room.
"The bandage hon, what's it for?!"
"Oh, my tattoo!"
He looked at the other two men. John shrugged, Cameron rolled his eyes.
Grace reappeared, pulling her t-shirt over her head and reaching for her sneakers.
"You got a tattoo Princess?"
"Yep"
"Uh, why?"
She scowled at him. "I need a reason?"
"Hey, just asking. You've never mentioned wanting one before"
She sighed. "It's Enochian"
"Bless you"
Grace rolled her eyes at John. "Very funny"
"Whats Enochian?"
"Bless you"
"Cut it out Sheppard. So?"
"It's the language of the Angels"
"And that sounds like a terrible idea"
"Enochian sigils are powerful glyphs. In the right order they can bind demons, protect an area from Angel interference and conceal humans from them. My shiny new tattoo is keeping me hidden from Castiel, Michael, Lucifer and every other Angel in creation. Dean and Sammy got one too"
"Huh, well, that's uh, good"
"Oh thank you Cameron. I'm so glad my actions meet your approval"
"Well, aren't you pleasant today"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to be here" Grace shrugged on her jacket. "We're meeting our newest team member today"
"Try not to break this one sweetheart"
She grinned at John. "It's ok, you've already broken him in"
"Uh, I have?"
"Yep" She grabbed her bag and made for the door. "It's Dr Rodney McKay. I'll see you all later" Grace poked her head back into the bedroom. "And make sure you're all here for dinner, we're going to have a little chat" And then she was gone.
They avoided one another's gaze.
"I told you so"
"Fuck off Mitchell"
"Well, aren't you delightfully charismatic" Grace lounged back on the couch. "I can see why John wanted in your pants"
She was impressed, the man in front of her hardly flinched before giving a wry smile. "He was in my pants, a lot, until I fucked up"
"Oh, you didn't" Laura leant forward and grabbed a doughnut.
"Yeah I really did"
"For a genius that was an incredibly stupid thing to do. He's so wonderfully talented, and hot"
Dr McKay rolled his eyes at her. "Yes, thank you. I am aware of both of those things"
"However I am very grateful for you making him so readily available"
The scientist snorted. "Oh, you're welcome" He took a sip of coffee and looked around. "So, you often hold your team meetings at your CO's house, with coffee and doughnuts?"
"Only when they involve things we don't want recorded"
"Ah. And today that would be?"
"Before we tell you we must inform you that if you ever tell anyone we will take you to MX6-902 and leave you there"
He furrowed his brow. "MX6-902? Ah, that would be the one with the giant man-eating dog-like creatures"
"Yep"
Dr McKay smirked at them. "I like you"
"Cool, we like you too. So, your loss would be a great shame"
He nodded. "Understood. What would this involve for me exactly?"
Vala grinned at him. "Tell me Dr McKay, how do you feel about seducing your superiors?"
He grabbed a doughnut. "You did catch the part when I said I was fucking my CO for a year right?"
Laura snorted. "Oh, we are definitely keeping him"
Cameron slid his arms round her waist as she unpacked the groceries. "How'd it go baby?"
"Good. I like him. And I can see what John saw in him too"
"Really?" He nuzzled into her neck, tongue darting out for a quick taste. "Should we be worried?"
"Not yet"
"Very funny" Cam stepped forward, pushing her up against the counter. "Perhaps a quick reminder huh?"
"Reminder?"
"Hmm" He turned her body and pulled her in for a kiss, moaning quietly as she opened up for him, her hands sliding round his neck.
A few seconds later Grace hummed and pulled away, turning back round. "You're right, that was nice"
"Nice?"
"Yep"
"I'm not getting any am I?"
"Nope"
John followed Evan into the apartment and dumped his keys on the side table. He looked over at Cam who was spread out on the couch, watching a game.
"Grace still not back?"
"She's taking a nap"
"A nap?"
"Yeah"
"Huh, cool" He stepped towards the hall.
"I wouldn't bother Shep"
"Uh, what?"
"She is actually taking a nap. No company allowed"
"You're kidding?"
"Nope"
"What did you do?"
Cam glared at him. "Nothing. At all"
"Ah" Evan grinned at him. "Feeling a little deprived are we Colonel?"
Cam flipped him off. "Wanna make it better?"
"Nope"
Grace swallowed her last mouthful of food and took a gulp of wine. She looked at them "What?"
Cameron folded his arms. "You wanted to talk to us?"
"Oh yes, I nearly forgot"
"Forgot!"
"I've had a busy day"
"Oh yes, that nap looked truly exhausting"
"Are you watching me sleep? Because that's a little creepy"
"Grace" John waved his beer at her. "As amusing as it is to watch you wind up Cameron this may not be the best time"
"Ok, ok" She sighed "I'm pregnant"
Evan spat his beer out. "What?!"
"Joking" She grinned at them.
"Not fucking funny. Get on with it"
Grace swirled her glass. "Whilst the fact that you've picked up on my little submissive streak is doing wonders for our sex life you're also allowing your more dominant selves to seep into our everyday routines. I will admit that your over-protective, possessive and slightly bossy tendencies are endearing in small amounts however lately they have become a little…grating"
"The yelling the other day was unnecessary and pissed me off. I may be younger than you but I am not a child, I am not defenceless or incapable of looking after myself. I'd been doing it for years before you came along and I would have died a long time ago if I was shit at it. So, tomorrow we're going to the firing range and then to the sparring room. It's time you saw what someone who was trained to hunt from the age of seven can really do"
The next day.
John stepped under the hot spray and closed his eyes. "Ow"
"Yeah, tell me about it" Cameron grabbed his shower gel. "She's quick"
"And hits hard for a girl"
Evan snorted from the shower opposite them.
"Shut up Lorne" John opened his eyes and pointed at him. "How did you manage to not spend the entire time flat on your back on the mat?"
The other man rolled his eyes. "Didn't you learn anything from your sparring sessions with Ronan and Teyla?"
"Hey, I can still kick the arse of any marine"
"But not your girlfriend apparently"
Cameron narrowed his gaze. "So…how did you?"
Evan grinned at them. "You tried to take her down like you would a marine, but she doesn't fight like them. Grace will nearly always be the weaker in hand to hand and she's found a style that counter-balances that, uses her strengths" He waved a hand at Cam. "Like you said, she's quick, that's one of her assets in a fight, so is her agility and her ability to adapt quickly, to improvise. She also seems to have no issues with fighting dirty"
"Ok, o wise one. How did knowing all that help you?"
Evan shrugged. "I just matched her style. It'd probably take me a few months practice until I could beat her but it's possible"
"Huh" John looked thoughtful.
"Of course by then she could have picked up some whole other new, exciting set of moves. I believe she spars with Teal'c a couple of times a week"
"Now you tell us this" John glared at him.
"Hey, my couple of bruises were so worth watching you two get you're arses handed to you"
"You're gonna pay for this later"
"I look forward to it"
"Thought it was your day off?"
Grace looked up from the table in the mess as Dean sat opposite her. She grinned. "Day trip. The guys needed a little reminder of how kick arse I am"
He raised a brow. "You win?"
"Yep"
"Against all of them?"
"Yep"
He grinned back at her. "We should spar sometime"
"Please, I could totally take you"
He snorted. "Hey, you're not talking about some flyboy here. I'm a hunter too remember?"
"Who seemed to spend much of his time being stitched back up"
"You're just looking for a reason to chicken out"
"Hey!"
"So..?" He tapped his fingers on the table. "Think you're man enough?"
"Ok" Grace stood.
"Now?"
"Yep, unless you're wimping out already?"
"Fuck off. Come on, I've got half hour before Val finishes up whatever the fuck she's doing"
Grace snorted.
"Don't suppose you know what she's up to?"
Grace widened her eyes. "Up to?"
"Somethings going on at the moment. And if I know my little sister she's waist deep in it too"
"I have no idea what you're talking about"
"Bullshit"
They looked up as the door to Cameron's office opened. "Where have you been Princess?"
"Sparring with Dean"
He raised a brow. "You beat him?"
She rolled her eyes. "Just. The bastards been practicing"
Evan grinned and checked his watch. "For two hours?"
"Nope. We attracted a bit of a crowd, Landry came to see what was going on then made us an offer"
"An offer?"
"Uh huh. We're gonna be training the marines"
"Jesus. That's all we need, crazy arse jarheads wandering around with your skills"
"Thank you" She smirked at him. "Want to go home and reassert your dominance?"
"Yep"
As Evan pushed his way in Cameron closed his eyes and concentrated on not cumming. Bracketed between her legs, buried deep inside of her, his cock was surrounded by hot, wet, tight and his arse was full, the other man's cock brushing slowly back and forth across his prostate. The sensations were overwhelming. He took a shaky breath and opened his eyes. Grace smiled up at him and wrapped her hand around his dogtags pulling him in closer. As she tugged him down for a kiss Evan began to move.
He broke the kiss with a moan as Evan drove him harder and deeper into her. Letting the other man set the pace Cameron concentrated his energy into keeping them both from crushing her, pushing his body up with his arms. The first little coils of pleasure warmed his stomach. "Shit"
Evan hummed above him and altered his angle slightly, returning to the little bundle of nerves that made his breath hitch and his balls tighten. "Shit, shit" This was going to be the quickest fuck he'd had in months. Cameron's arms began to shake under the strain of taking both his and Evan's weight.
John trailed a finger over his chest. "Just let go baby. I won't let you hurt her" He stretched out along the side of Grace and placed an arm over her, dipping his head for a kiss. And then she was rippling around him, gripping his cock, moaning into John's mouth. Evan grasped his hips and held him in place, letting him feel every tremor of her muscles around him whilst thrusting his own, slamming hard and fast into Cameron.