I have no idea where this one came from.
I'm sorry.
Rating on this one has forced me to up the rating on the fic in general.
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Rodney rushed through the corridor with a speed that belied his reputation as being physically unfit. People were forced to quickly step aside, and in at least one case literally dive out of the way, lest they be trampled by Atlantis' resident genius and soon to be father.
Rodney didn't see any of them. His body, as well his mind, went into tunnel vision on Jennifer the second her voice came over his comm. unit. She asked him to come to their quarters as soon as he was able to, and though she didn't say that anything was wrong, there was something in her voice that told him to drop whatever he was doing and go to her immediately.
Which is exactly what he did, much to the chagrin of the three or four people who had been in close proximity to him when he haphazardly threw a highly unstable, and very explosive, material to Zelenka and then bolted for the door.
His heart hit light speed as the door to his quarters came into view and his pace accelerated into a dead run until he reached the door. He slammed his hand over the sensor and rushed through the door before it had even finished opening as he yelled, "Jennifer! Jennifer what's wrong?"
He stopped in the middle of the living room and scanned the room with darting eyes until Jennifer walked through the door of their bedroom.
"Are you all right?" he asked as she kept walking towards him. "You didn't say that something was wrong but you didn't sound like yourse…"
His babbling ended when Jennifer's lips gave his mouth something better to do in the form of a particularly deep kiss. It was so unexpected and he was so surprised that his eyes took several seconds to go from saucer sized to closed, although his mouth had automatically responded.
His hands moved up to her shoulders and he gently, and with some reluctance, pushed her back enough so that she was forced to stop kissing him and look at him.
"Jennifer," he said slowly and slightly out of breath. "What's going on? What're you doing?"
Jennifer reached over and unzipped his uniform jacket before he could even think about trying to stop her. "I would think that that would obvious, Rodney," she replied with a sneaky grin. Before he could respond she reached up and pushed the jacket down over his arms, leaving it abandoned on the floor. He was still formulating a response when she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and began tugging it up over his stomach.
The shirt was on the floor and he was feeling the chill against his chest and back before his mind kicked into overdrive. Rodney reached down and just managed to stop Jennifer's hands from undoing his belt.
"Jennifer," he said with exasperation in his voice, "you're eight months pregnant!"
Jennifer stopped trying to fight past his hands to his belt and looked up into Rodney's eyes. "I think it's safe to say," she said with smirk, "that no one knows that better than I do."
"But Jennifer…"
"I've had a very normal pregnancy, Rodney," she said as she leaned in as close to him as her burgeoning stomach would allow. She placed her hand lovingly on his cheek and added, "And there's no reason that we can't do that. It won't hurt me and it won't hurt the baby." She smiled and caressed his cheek. "I promise."
"But…I thought that women didn't want…that they lost their…," Rodney gulped and looked to her for help.
Which she provided with a patient smile. "Some women can lose their drive towards the end of their pregnancy," she said in her best doctor's voice, "but not always." She sighed and slid her hand down his cheek, along his jaw and onto his shoulder. "But if you're not comfortable…"
"It won't hurt the baby?" he asked as he reached over and placed his hands on her waist.
Jennifer shook her head leaned in towards him, saying just before her lips touched his, "I promise."
