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Title: Sleepy OT4 Snippet (no real title...)
Author: Lovetheboys
Rating: eh...PG? Nothing explicit, but four-in-a-bed is probably not parentally approved...
Pairing(s): Rodney/John/Teyla/Ronon; Teamfic; OT4
Spoilers/warnings: nope...well, polyamory, if that offends people
Summary: Rodney muses sleepily about his bedmates
A/Ns: Popped into my head this morning as I was procrastinating getting out of bed. 580-something words. Inspired by the divine 30toseoul's OT4 stories.
Unbeta'd. Just something to procrastinate on NaNo... Feedback is appreciated, but I'm a terrible reviewer so it's only fitting...
No one else was awake, Rodney was pretty sure, because the breathing all around him remained slow and steady, even though there was no race to win. Without opening his eyes, he shifted slightly, burying his nose in whoever he was currently leaning on. His mind wandered sleepily over the to-do list for today, and then remembered that it was supposed to be their day off, barring any emergencies.
Of course, there were always emergencies. He sighed quietly, then inhaled deeply, too relaxed yet to worry about the coming day. Faint metallic scents, with musk and sweat filled his nose, and he smiled as he became aware of the surprisingly soft skin over hard muscle under his cheek. Rodney slitted his eyes open enough to see that Ronon was lying on his front, arms reaching out above his head. Rodney was plastered over his back, chin resting just below the wing of a shoulder blade.
Rodney shifted his gaze to the foot pressing gently into his hip; Teyla’s, her leg thrown over Ronon’s back, her arm crooked over his shoulder so her elbow was precariously close to Rodney’s eye. His hand twitched as he sleepily followed the line of her arm up until the view was blocked by Ronon’s shoulder. His eyes roamed down the curves of bronze-tinted skin-Ronon’s and Teyla’s-down to the calf and thigh visble over Ronon’s bare hips. Teyla always kicked her feet free of the blankets, claiming they restricted movement too much when they were tucked in. On the warmer nights this left her legs bare more often than not, and usually exposed other sensitive parts along the way.
All of them loved to trace her arms legs, the muscles strong but feminine under their fingers. For John and Rodney, the fact that she didn’t shave the fine hairs on her legs took some getting used to, but Teyla wasn’t an American woman, and they soon became accustomed to the difference. Ronon had said a few times that he thought the vanity stupid, and wondered what possessed women on earth to do that.
Finally Rodney couldn’t keep his hand in place any longer and stroked the sleep-soft skin of her thigh, barely within reach. Teyla slept higher up the bed than Rodney, so her head was pressed into the crook between Ronon’s head and shoulders, resting on his large biceps as if they were the softest pillows, her face partially obscured by his dreads.
Rodney knew she would smell like Athosian spices, wood smoke, and residually of all the men with whom she shared a bed, with a feminine musk beneath stronger second-hand sweat.
Behind Rodney, John snuffled, one of the sounds that alerted his bedmates he was waking. The arm around Rodney’s waist tightened as John snuggled closer, and Rodney could feel John’s hairy chest rasping over his skin. Rodney watched John’s hand move slightly, until he was touching Ronon’s muscled back, his fingers kneading idly for a few strokes before lying flat. John would smell like gun oil and something that Rodney suspected was ridiculously girly shave lotion.
John shifted slowly, though in the haze of near-awake time it seemed sudden, bending his head and making his hair scratch softly against the pillowcase. Rodney felt John’s nose pressing into the nape of his neck, and wondered idly what he smelled like to everyone else. Warm breath fanned over his skin as John sighed contentedly
Too lazy to even smile, Rodney closed his eyes and thought about dozing some more.
Author: Lovetheboys
Rating: eh...PG? Nothing explicit, but four-in-a-bed is probably not parentally approved...
Pairing(s): Rodney/John/Teyla/Ronon; Teamfic; OT4
Spoilers/warnings: nope...well, polyamory, if that offends people
Summary: Rodney muses sleepily about his bedmates
A/Ns: Popped into my head this morning as I was procrastinating getting out of bed. 580-something words. Inspired by the divine 30toseoul's OT4 stories.
Unbeta'd. Just something to procrastinate on NaNo... Feedback is appreciated, but I'm a terrible reviewer so it's only fitting...
No one else was awake, Rodney was pretty sure, because the breathing all around him remained slow and steady, even though there was no race to win. Without opening his eyes, he shifted slightly, burying his nose in whoever he was currently leaning on. His mind wandered sleepily over the to-do list for today, and then remembered that it was supposed to be their day off, barring any emergencies.
Of course, there were always emergencies. He sighed quietly, then inhaled deeply, too relaxed yet to worry about the coming day. Faint metallic scents, with musk and sweat filled his nose, and he smiled as he became aware of the surprisingly soft skin over hard muscle under his cheek. Rodney slitted his eyes open enough to see that Ronon was lying on his front, arms reaching out above his head. Rodney was plastered over his back, chin resting just below the wing of a shoulder blade.
Rodney shifted his gaze to the foot pressing gently into his hip; Teyla’s, her leg thrown over Ronon’s back, her arm crooked over his shoulder so her elbow was precariously close to Rodney’s eye. His hand twitched as he sleepily followed the line of her arm up until the view was blocked by Ronon’s shoulder. His eyes roamed down the curves of bronze-tinted skin-Ronon’s and Teyla’s-down to the calf and thigh visble over Ronon’s bare hips. Teyla always kicked her feet free of the blankets, claiming they restricted movement too much when they were tucked in. On the warmer nights this left her legs bare more often than not, and usually exposed other sensitive parts along the way.
All of them loved to trace her arms legs, the muscles strong but feminine under their fingers. For John and Rodney, the fact that she didn’t shave the fine hairs on her legs took some getting used to, but Teyla wasn’t an American woman, and they soon became accustomed to the difference. Ronon had said a few times that he thought the vanity stupid, and wondered what possessed women on earth to do that.
Finally Rodney couldn’t keep his hand in place any longer and stroked the sleep-soft skin of her thigh, barely within reach. Teyla slept higher up the bed than Rodney, so her head was pressed into the crook between Ronon’s head and shoulders, resting on his large biceps as if they were the softest pillows, her face partially obscured by his dreads.
Rodney knew she would smell like Athosian spices, wood smoke, and residually of all the men with whom she shared a bed, with a feminine musk beneath stronger second-hand sweat.
Behind Rodney, John snuffled, one of the sounds that alerted his bedmates he was waking. The arm around Rodney’s waist tightened as John snuggled closer, and Rodney could feel John’s hairy chest rasping over his skin. Rodney watched John’s hand move slightly, until he was touching Ronon’s muscled back, his fingers kneading idly for a few strokes before lying flat. John would smell like gun oil and something that Rodney suspected was ridiculously girly shave lotion.
John shifted slowly, though in the haze of near-awake time it seemed sudden, bending his head and making his hair scratch softly against the pillowcase. Rodney felt John’s nose pressing into the nape of his neck, and wondered idly what he smelled like to everyone else. Warm breath fanned over his skin as John sighed contentedly
Too lazy to even smile, Rodney closed his eyes and thought about dozing some more.