"Hana, you are the best cook in the galaxy. Possibly the universe", Evan patted his full belly after a hearty breakfast, to 'hear, hear's of unanimous approval.

"Thank you, Evan. But I cannot take full credit. This is my daughter Reya, and my son Feyn. They cooked for you today. Following my recipes, of course, save for the spiced Krall eggs, those are Feyn's invention."

"Well, it looks like your inn is in good hands! Feyn, those were the best Krall eggs I've ever had."

Beaming at the fair-haired teenage boy who blushed and straightened proudly, the major, who hadn't had the slightest idea what Krall eggs were until that very morning, pushed the plate away and picked up his cider mug.

To be fair, things weren't too shabby in Atlantis' mess-hall nowadays, not after Teyla and Elizabeth had secured a lot of trade agreements with the peoples of Pegasus, starting, of course, with the Athosians on the mainland.

But it was still mess-hall food, and this had been as close to home cooking as the New Lanteans had come across in quite a while. This place was definitely worth putting a pin in if the chance for a little R and R came up.

The plentiful cider and a good night's sleep in the inn's surprisingly comfortable beds had done wonders for their mood, though a shadow of worry still persisted and everyone was on high alert.

Well, almost everyone.

Emily stretched like a cat in the sunlight, feeling all the muscles and sinews of her body. She felt ten years younger and, considering what she'd been up to, she thought she might look it as well. This was wrong, but it was fucking glorious.

She'd ridden her alien lover to oblivion until, basking in the afterglow, she literally fell asleep mid-sentence in his arms. When the morning rays woke her, she was surprised to find him sleeping, peacefully nestled next to her, with a delicious morning erection nudging her hip.

Ha. So they do sleep, it's not just the human side. And look at that thang, mmm…

She traced her fingers and nails lightly across the soft greenish skin, a bit darker than the rest of his body, and again admired the interesting combination of familiar shapes and alien ridges.

Ribbed for her pleasure, she snickered internally remembering the old Durex ad. I bet the Queens selected for this, God bless them. The damn thing touches aaaallll of the spots.

Her mouth watered.

So, what if giving a BJ isn't a 'dominant' act? I'm gonna have a taste and I'm gonna make it one, because I fucking want to.

He was definitely awake by now, although he gave no outward sign of it. But a present consciousness, even a drowsy one, is difficult to hide from one's mischievous Queen. She resolved to give him a 'good morning' he would never forget.

Gently, as if to avoid 'waking him up', she lowered herself on the bed. She propped herself on an elbow, stuck out her tongue and wetly licked the underside of his erection. He jolted and gave a small cry and a bead of clear liquid trickled down from his tip, only to be greedily licked away by a practiced tongue.

She pushed him on his back and rested herself between his legs, licking and planting kisses around his coronal ridge. His hips came up with a will of their own, his hands grabbed the sheets and he let out a desperate moan that went straight to her core, drenching her.

And I haven't even gotten to the main event!

The… main… event? There is a… main… event?

Smiling, humming slightly, she put her lips around him and took him into her warm mouth, working her tongue as she went.

She felt his mind go blank with pleasure and she cradled it in hers, stopping to give him a little time.

Ah, my extensive talents are wasted on you, she laughed inwardly.

She started sucking him gently, caressing him with her lips and tongue and stroking the rest of him with delicate fingers.

He moaned and writhed and pushed into her mouth, all instinct and raw need.

She grazed him lightly with her teeth and he couldn't take any more. He exploded, shaking and gushing until he collapsed, utterly spent.

I… This… You…

"Remember this, because you will be fucking me into the mattress when I come back. And you do not stop until I tell you to stop. I want to climax until I'm a boneless puddle, is that understood?" she purred, slithering on top of him and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"But for now…."

Ravenous, she slammed her hand into the middle of his chest and drank him up again. His life filled her in a rush of bliss and she felt the orgasm she had been putting off hitting her like a freight train. She lewdly rubbed herself against him, moaning, taking, using him mercilessly before she finally took pity on the poor male and, just as violently, returned him to the world and to his own pleasure.

"Earth to Emily! Helloooo? Anyone there? Where are you, love?"

Agata was waving her hand in front of her friend's face and Emily realized that she'd been staring off into the distance for a while.

"What were you thinking about? You had a strange look on your face."

"Ah, I'm just a bit tired. Don't mind me. Not a morning person", Emily smiled.

"Dude, are you fucking kidding. I wish I looked like that when I'm tired. The air on this planet must be agreeing with you or some shit."

"You do look 'like that' when you're tired. Better than 'that'. Stop fishing for compliments, you vain b."

At the far end of the table, Evan stood up and grabbed his backpack.

"Okay, people, we gotta go, that lab ain't studying itself! If that's a working genetic splicing machine, like you guys were saying yesterday, McKay will be violently cumming in his pants. And that is something I'd like to take a picture of and send to the IOA."