Disclaimer:I don't own "Stargate Atlantis" or any of its characters, wishful thinking aside.

Authors Note #1:Honestly this is just a bunch of porny wish-fulfillment. There will be further chapters with other pairings.

Warnings: sex pollen, dubious consent due to trope, explicit sexual content, romance, drama, angst, sexual tension, threesome.

Golden

Chapter Two

"Laura, Christ-"

It didn't register they were in the middle of a situation until he was fucking into Lieutenant Cadman on one of the medical beds. Sinking into her tight, pink heat with his teeth bared. The scent of sex and something else - that delicious, musky tart he caught on the breeze when her team tromped in for their usual post world check-in.

Naturally something must have happened.

He just couldn't figure what.

Nor did he particularly care.

Because Cadman's pants were caught around her ankles and he was living for the way it tightened every muscle from her cunt to her arse. Trapping her legs from moving as he fucked her bent over the side of the medical bed.

Distantly, he was aware this wasn't what he was supposed to be doing. Just the same as how he was aware that the entire med bay was a writhing mess of various couples and groups all similarly- engaged.

But he felt- good.

Like this was right.

Like-

A low growl rumbled from behind him. Hearing it a hefty half-second before large hands slicked down the small of his back, cupping his arse. The greedy, fever hot press was enough to make him shiver as sweat prickled down his skin. Head tipping back into a strong, muscled chest as Ronon - somehow he just knew - hemmed insistently from behind. Cock hard under his leathers.

Yes. Yes. Finally.

This meant something. Probably a few different sorts of somethings. But the only one that gained any real traction was that Ronon hadn't been with Cadman off world. But then Ronon rubbed his beard into the underside of his jaw and he promptly forgot why he even cared.

Because this was even better.

It was an itch he had even known he needed to scratch. Something that before all this he hadn't been imaginative enough to consider. But now that it was here and on offer he was practically gagging for it.

Laura turned, contorting in a way that tightened her cunt even further. Squeezing a grunt from him as she looked back at Ronon consideringly. Slim shoulders flexing with the effort as somewhere behind them, a supply shelf gave way, thumping bodies and laughter. It made him want to toss back his head and do the same - to join them - only he didn't have the breath because Ronon's thumb had started brushing up and down the crease of his arse. Distracting him.

"I don't usually share," Cadman opened breezily, like he wasn't still shunting into her. Caught between wanting two different but equally distracting things.

"Neither do I," Ronon replied, beaded dreadlocks pebbling over his bare shoulders like a woolly rain. Suddenly rapt as Ronon's free hand reached under his elbow to graze the arch of Laura's ankle. Peeling off the sock they'd missed and letting it fall into the tangle that was his medical coat and trousers.

Truly, he had no idea why they were still talking.

"Considering I'm in the middle, I think I might have the bigger say," he rasped. Leaning back so he could catch the edge of Ronon's mouth in a messy kiss. Pleasure spreading like a shower of sparks as his hips rutted forward, punching a breathy sound from her the same moment Ronon caught his chin and dragged him back. "Don't 'ye think?"

Laura huffed a laugh, then gave him a good squeeze. Encouraging him to get back to it as Ronon pushed forward. Snatching a stool and shoving it under his right knee - baring him open - as the click of a cap of lubricant echoed in the flaxen air.

If satisfaction had a flavor, it tasted like them.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! – There will be more to come.