Fic: Sympathy for Eve 17/27 (NC-17)
Title: Sympathy for Eve, 17/27
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Beckett, Sheppard, Zelenka, Emmagan, Dex, Kusanagi, Simpson
Relationships: McKay/Beckett, Sheppard/Kusanagi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, het smut, geeky Star Trek references
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 17 of the Sympathy for Eve series. When Rodney gets turned into a woman for a month, he decides to experiment, but little did he know it could have unforeseen consequences. Set somewhere in a nebulous third season AU after any cliffhanger-y stuff has been resolved.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Author's Notes: Beta and useful comments on the first part provided by mice1900 and lapislaz and on the whole thing by sandrasolaria, everlydawn, and ravenlaughing, but mistakes are entirely mine.
Carson settled on the bed where Rodney sat miserably and handed him a glass of water and two pills. "What's this?" Rodney asked suspiciously.
"Tylenol."
"Oh. It's safe, right?"
Carson shrugged. "I don't want you making a habit of it, but it's relatively safe as drugs go, yes." Rodney nodded and downed them. Carson curled his hands over Rodney's shoulders. "You're so tense."
"Everything hurts. My head aches. My back's killing me and I've got sciatica shooting pains down my left leg and on top of that I'm still repeating breakfast."
"Let me try to help. Can ye lie down on your stomach?"
"Baby," Rodney muttered.
Carson laid a couple pillows down, leaving the center of the bed free. "Try now." Rodney laid down, grumbling, but notably subdued for him. Carson rubbed his hands together to warm them and then began slowly working the tight muscles in Rodney's back.
Rodney groaned. "I hate you, you know. You are so never having sex again."
Carson smiled affectionately down at Rodney. "I think you said something like that before the last time we had sex."
"I mean it this time," Rodney muttered.
Carson's radio bleeped and he answered it as he continued working on Rodney's back. "Beckett here. Oh? What the bloody hell does that mean? Aye, I'll be down."
Rodney turned over as Carson pulled his hands back. "What is it?"
"Colonel Sheppard's team is coming through and he said Doctor Zelenka might, maybe, need a doctor. Bloody bastard didn't say more than that, though."
"Oh, my God! They've gone and broken him, just like I knew they would." Rodney sat up, ouching and hissing all the way. "I'm going to kill Sheppard."
Carson squeezed his hand and headed toward the door. "I've got to see what they've done to the poor lad. Just rest, love. I'll call you when I know more."
***
"You were so flirting," the colonel teased. "It's a wonder they didn't marry you two off on the spot."
"I was... I was just trying to be friendly," Radek protested. He glanced over at Ronon, whose dark liquid eyes met his with amusement.
"You were flirting," Ronon affirmed.
Radek gaped, flushing. "I didn't... I didn't mean anything, really."
Ronon grinned. "I know."
Just then, Carson and team scurried into the gate room. "So, what's the medical emergency then?" Carson demanded, looking over at Radek leaning heavily on Teyla.
"We think it's just a sprain," the colonel said.
Teyla helped him down onto the gurney. "It's not that bad," Radek protested. "It's only a little tender."
"Oh?" Carson asked, carefully examining his already-shoeless foot. "What happened? Don't tell me more running from people with spears and such."
"Dancing," the colonel answered.
"Dancing?" Carson asked, seemingly stunned.
"They're friendly," Sheppard emphasised. "Honestly, you'd think from the way people react that all our missions end up with us running for our lives."
Carson seemed about to say something, but shook his head instead, returning his attention to Radek's ankle. "My instinct is that you're right, Colonel, but we'll need to do X-rays just to be sure."
Radek sighed and laid back, wondering at the wisdom of joining Colonel Sheppard's team, even for the term of Rodney's pregnancy. Granted, this had been due to his own clumsiness, but he had a sneaking suspicion he'd get all too familiar with riding gurneys from the gate room.
The team fell in step behind him. "Speaking of flirting, those were some moves you were putting on the chieftain there, Teyla."
"That is a common dance among my people, Colonel. I did not think it inappropriate."
"Well, hey, it got us a nice trade agreement."
"Did better than Radek." Ronon's voice rumbled with suppressed amusement.
"Until I stepped wrong, I believe I did better than Colonel Sheppard," Radek answered. Rodney had regaled him more than once with stories of how much of a "dork" the colonel could be. Radek had always thought he was exaggerating.
"Hey!" the colonel protested.
There was a quiet, but unmistakable chuckle from Teyla's direction and a louder snort from Ronon's.
"At least I danced."
Ronon grunted. "No one offered that I wanted to dance with."
"And you think Teyla really wanted to dance with the chieftain? The man sweated and huffed and puffed worse than Rodney's been doing lately."
"I believe Doctor Zelenka was enjoying dancing with the high priestess."
"She was pretty," Ronon conceded.
"She reminded me somewhat of Colonel Carter," Radek commented.
"Rodney's Colonel Carter?"
Carson cleared his throat. "I don't believe that particular possessive is appropriate anymore, Colonel."
"Sorry. Didn't mean it like that, Carson."
Radek grinned. Yeah, Rodney was definitely right on the whole dork thing.
***
"Dancing," Rodney repeated incredulously.
"Aye. They seemed to be getting on quite well."
"Really?"
"Mm. I was rather surprised at how quickly they've taken to him." He could feel Rodney tense against him. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Rodney answered, fidgeting.
Carson waited.
"So... he really seemed to be fitting in okay?"
"He did, yes."
Rodney was silent for a long moment, then curled back against him.
"Do ye want to talk about it?" Carson asked gently.
"You don't think he... well, they... I mean... After this is over... that they'd..."
"Just say it."
"You don't think he'll stay? I mean, after?" Rodney's voice was very small.
Carson pulled him close. "They're all missing you, love. They'd not abandon you like that."
"I hope not," Rodney said. "Not that, you know, I want them to reject Radek..."
"He knows it's temporary. It'll all work out."
***
"I was beginning to worry that she was going to drag him off to join her harem at any minute there, and then he stepped right when he should have stepped left, landed on her foot, tried to recover without hurting her and went down. It was truly a move Rodney could've made, though Rodney never would've flirted like that. He's always so clueless on those things."
Miko giggled, turning in his arms to look at him. "Unlike you?"
John ran a finger down her cheek. "Actually, I'm always a bit surprised myself."
Her eyebrows rose. "I surprised you?"
"Still do," he admitted. "But I like surprises."
He pulled her up against him, their lips meeting in a slow, sensuous exploration. He liked the way Miko kissed, as if her entire attention was focused on the joining of their mouths. His imagination provided the image of them making love, bodies joining as their mouths were now and he groaned as he felt himself go hard. He reached up and pulled her glasses off and then felt around for the end table while they kissed some more. He dropped them carefully and then took her face in his hands, fingers slipping into her soft, silky hair. She moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against him in maddening, sweet pleasure.
They shifted together, mouths exploring, tasting lips and jaws and throats and cheeks and temples and eyelids and ears, until she was straddling him, still clothed. He slipped a hand down and cupped a breast, thumb flicking across her nipple. She gasped and arched against him and he bent down and slowly lipped the other nipple through her blouse. Her breath stuttered and she ground down against him.
"Nnnnggg!" he gurgled, the words he wanted to say-- "I want you. I want to make love to you, be in you."-- stopped in his throat. No pressure. No pressure. He wouldn't push.
She was moving against him as his hips thrust up helplessly to meet her. He felt like a teenager making out in the back seat of his car and... "Oh, God!"
She made a mewling sound in the back of her throat and threw her head back, her nipples under his hands going even harder against the fabric of her blouse, gasping and panting and groaning.
"Miko! Ahhhhh. Ah, God! Ah, God..." His cock pulsed, pleasure and release coursing through him as warm, sticky come coated the inside of his underwear.
She moaned as he throbbed against her, desperately moving against him, until he was practically hissing with the sensation. He sat up and turned her, pulling her against him, her back to his chest, flicking her pants open. "Let me," he whispered, sliding a hand inside her underwear. She dropped her head back against his shoulder as she spread her legs wider.
She was wet, so wet, and he slid two fingers into her and pressed against her clit with the heel of his hand, rubbing insistently as his fingers thrust and withdrew. With his other hand, he played with her breasts, teasing the nipples, while his mouth and tongue explored the sensitive skin below her ear. "Come again for me, Miko. Let me feel you."
She babbled something low and breathless in Japanese and then he felt her body clench around him, hot and wet, as she let out a long groan. She sagged back against him, breathless and limp as he carefully withdrew his fingers from her. He sat holding her, letting her catch her breath, nose buried in her hair, taking in the scent of her.
"Sorry," she finally breathed.
"Sorry? For what?"
"That we didn't..."
"Hey, it's okay," he assured her. "We don't have to do anything until you're ready. Okay?"
She nodded and curled up against him, shifting till they were both comfortable. He kissed her hair and then closed his eyes, uncaring that he was sticky and messy so long as he had her in his arms.
***
"Oh, there's our romantic now," Simpson sing-songed.
Rodney looked up to see Miko sneaking into the lab. He glanced at his watch. "You're twenty-seven minutes late."
"I am sorry, Doctor McKay. I overslept."
Simpson chuckled.
"Is there something you want to share with the class, Simpson?" Rodney demanded irritably.
"Oh, just that someone was seen sneaking out of Colonel Sheppard's quarters this morning..."
"What?!" Rodney practically shouted, causing the baby to jump within him.
Miko's face turned bright red.
"So it is true!" Simpson crowed.
"We fell asleep on his couch," Miko protested. "It wasn't like that." But even as she said it, she turned redder.
"As if we believed that," Simpson teased. "Come on. Spill it."
Rodney looked at Simpson in horror. "Absolutely not. I, for one, don't need to hear it."
Simpson pouted at him.
"Go away and bother Kavanagh," he griped. "And you." He turned to Miko. "I expect you to work late."
She nodded. "Of course. I am sorry."
He turned away from them both to his laptop. "Just don't let it happen again."
***
John wandered into the lab looking for Miko and paused as he caught the strains of Rodney's voice, mid-song.
"Forever is just a day.
Forever is just another journey,
Tomorrow a stop along the way.
"And let the years go fading
Where my heart is
Where my heart is
Where... my love eternally is waiting
Somewhere, beyond the stars
Beyond Antares."
John snorted, which made Rodney start. "Oh, Colonel. I didn't hear you come in."
"Tell me you were not just singing 'Beyond Antares' to little John," John said, slouching into a chair.
"So what if I was?"
"That is so... The geek scale doesn't go that high, Rodney."
"I believe the childish rejoinder 'It takes one to know one' is applicable here, Colonel," Rodney answered.
"Does Carson know you're introducing your son to such geek classics while in utero?"
"He sings songs in Gaelic."
"Ah, but he doesn't sing Star Trek songs in Gaelic."
Rodney looked at him in horror. "There is such a thing as being too weird, you know."
John smirked.
"Did you have some reason for being here or were you merely stopping by to impugn my musical tastes?"
"Actually, I was looking for Miko."
Rodney tensed visibly. "She's sorting through the Ancient devices locker, since Carson won't let me near them anymore." He glared at John. "She's making up for being late this morning."
"You're actually making her stay late?" John demanded. "She works late all the time. I don't see you comping her for the overtime."
"She shouldn't have been late. It may be none of my business when it's on her own time, but when your... fling interferes with her work--"
"Fling?! This is not a fling."
Rodney snorted and rolled his eyes. "Right."
John was on his feet and glaring down at Rodney intimidatingly before he even fully registered the flash of anger running through him. "I'm warning you, McKay, lay off it."
"Is there a problem, Colonel?" Carson said from the doorway. His voice was mild, but when John looked at him, his eyes flashed fire.
"Sorry." John reached down and squeezed Rodney's shoulder.
Rodney swallowed hard. "Yeah. Okay. I'll, uh, I'll try. Just... don't hurt her, okay?"
"I could never hurt her." He was surprised by the vehemence in his own voice.
Rodney's eyes widened, the look he got when an Ancient device finally revealed its secrets flashing across them. "Oh."
John backed away, feeling suddenly exposed. "I've got to go." He turned, taking in the soft expression in Carson's eyes, and fled.
* 'Beyond Antares' was composed by Wilbur Hatch with lyrics by Gene L. Coon.
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Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Beckett, Sheppard, Zelenka, Emmagan, Dex, Kusanagi, Simpson
Relationships: McKay/Beckett, Sheppard/Kusanagi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, het smut, geeky Star Trek references
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 17 of the Sympathy for Eve series. When Rodney gets turned into a woman for a month, he decides to experiment, but little did he know it could have unforeseen consequences. Set somewhere in a nebulous third season AU after any cliffhanger-y stuff has been resolved.
Disclaimer: The characters, the setting, etc. are NOT mine, even if I wish they were.
Author's Notes: Beta and useful comments on the first part provided by mice1900 and lapislaz and on the whole thing by sandrasolaria, everlydawn, and ravenlaughing, but mistakes are entirely mine.
Carson settled on the bed where Rodney sat miserably and handed him a glass of water and two pills. "What's this?" Rodney asked suspiciously.
"Tylenol."
"Oh. It's safe, right?"
Carson shrugged. "I don't want you making a habit of it, but it's relatively safe as drugs go, yes." Rodney nodded and downed them. Carson curled his hands over Rodney's shoulders. "You're so tense."
"Everything hurts. My head aches. My back's killing me and I've got sciatica shooting pains down my left leg and on top of that I'm still repeating breakfast."
"Let me try to help. Can ye lie down on your stomach?"
"Baby," Rodney muttered.
Carson laid a couple pillows down, leaving the center of the bed free. "Try now." Rodney laid down, grumbling, but notably subdued for him. Carson rubbed his hands together to warm them and then began slowly working the tight muscles in Rodney's back.
Rodney groaned. "I hate you, you know. You are so never having sex again."
Carson smiled affectionately down at Rodney. "I think you said something like that before the last time we had sex."
"I mean it this time," Rodney muttered.
Carson's radio bleeped and he answered it as he continued working on Rodney's back. "Beckett here. Oh? What the bloody hell does that mean? Aye, I'll be down."
Rodney turned over as Carson pulled his hands back. "What is it?"
"Colonel Sheppard's team is coming through and he said Doctor Zelenka might, maybe, need a doctor. Bloody bastard didn't say more than that, though."
"Oh, my God! They've gone and broken him, just like I knew they would." Rodney sat up, ouching and hissing all the way. "I'm going to kill Sheppard."
Carson squeezed his hand and headed toward the door. "I've got to see what they've done to the poor lad. Just rest, love. I'll call you when I know more."
***
"You were so flirting," the colonel teased. "It's a wonder they didn't marry you two off on the spot."
"I was... I was just trying to be friendly," Radek protested. He glanced over at Ronon, whose dark liquid eyes met his with amusement.
"You were flirting," Ronon affirmed.
Radek gaped, flushing. "I didn't... I didn't mean anything, really."
Ronon grinned. "I know."
Just then, Carson and team scurried into the gate room. "So, what's the medical emergency then?" Carson demanded, looking over at Radek leaning heavily on Teyla.
"We think it's just a sprain," the colonel said.
Teyla helped him down onto the gurney. "It's not that bad," Radek protested. "It's only a little tender."
"Oh?" Carson asked, carefully examining his already-shoeless foot. "What happened? Don't tell me more running from people with spears and such."
"Dancing," the colonel answered.
"Dancing?" Carson asked, seemingly stunned.
"They're friendly," Sheppard emphasised. "Honestly, you'd think from the way people react that all our missions end up with us running for our lives."
Carson seemed about to say something, but shook his head instead, returning his attention to Radek's ankle. "My instinct is that you're right, Colonel, but we'll need to do X-rays just to be sure."
Radek sighed and laid back, wondering at the wisdom of joining Colonel Sheppard's team, even for the term of Rodney's pregnancy. Granted, this had been due to his own clumsiness, but he had a sneaking suspicion he'd get all too familiar with riding gurneys from the gate room.
The team fell in step behind him. "Speaking of flirting, those were some moves you were putting on the chieftain there, Teyla."
"That is a common dance among my people, Colonel. I did not think it inappropriate."
"Well, hey, it got us a nice trade agreement."
"Did better than Radek." Ronon's voice rumbled with suppressed amusement.
"Until I stepped wrong, I believe I did better than Colonel Sheppard," Radek answered. Rodney had regaled him more than once with stories of how much of a "dork" the colonel could be. Radek had always thought he was exaggerating.
"Hey!" the colonel protested.
There was a quiet, but unmistakable chuckle from Teyla's direction and a louder snort from Ronon's.
"At least I danced."
Ronon grunted. "No one offered that I wanted to dance with."
"And you think Teyla really wanted to dance with the chieftain? The man sweated and huffed and puffed worse than Rodney's been doing lately."
"I believe Doctor Zelenka was enjoying dancing with the high priestess."
"She was pretty," Ronon conceded.
"She reminded me somewhat of Colonel Carter," Radek commented.
"Rodney's Colonel Carter?"
Carson cleared his throat. "I don't believe that particular possessive is appropriate anymore, Colonel."
"Sorry. Didn't mean it like that, Carson."
Radek grinned. Yeah, Rodney was definitely right on the whole dork thing.
***
"Dancing," Rodney repeated incredulously.
"Aye. They seemed to be getting on quite well."
"Really?"
"Mm. I was rather surprised at how quickly they've taken to him." He could feel Rodney tense against him. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Rodney answered, fidgeting.
Carson waited.
"So... he really seemed to be fitting in okay?"
"He did, yes."
Rodney was silent for a long moment, then curled back against him.
"Do ye want to talk about it?" Carson asked gently.
"You don't think he... well, they... I mean... After this is over... that they'd..."
"Just say it."
"You don't think he'll stay? I mean, after?" Rodney's voice was very small.
Carson pulled him close. "They're all missing you, love. They'd not abandon you like that."
"I hope not," Rodney said. "Not that, you know, I want them to reject Radek..."
"He knows it's temporary. It'll all work out."
***
"I was beginning to worry that she was going to drag him off to join her harem at any minute there, and then he stepped right when he should have stepped left, landed on her foot, tried to recover without hurting her and went down. It was truly a move Rodney could've made, though Rodney never would've flirted like that. He's always so clueless on those things."
Miko giggled, turning in his arms to look at him. "Unlike you?"
John ran a finger down her cheek. "Actually, I'm always a bit surprised myself."
Her eyebrows rose. "I surprised you?"
"Still do," he admitted. "But I like surprises."
He pulled her up against him, their lips meeting in a slow, sensuous exploration. He liked the way Miko kissed, as if her entire attention was focused on the joining of their mouths. His imagination provided the image of them making love, bodies joining as their mouths were now and he groaned as he felt himself go hard. He reached up and pulled her glasses off and then felt around for the end table while they kissed some more. He dropped them carefully and then took her face in his hands, fingers slipping into her soft, silky hair. She moaned into his mouth, her body pressing against him in maddening, sweet pleasure.
They shifted together, mouths exploring, tasting lips and jaws and throats and cheeks and temples and eyelids and ears, until she was straddling him, still clothed. He slipped a hand down and cupped a breast, thumb flicking across her nipple. She gasped and arched against him and he bent down and slowly lipped the other nipple through her blouse. Her breath stuttered and she ground down against him.
"Nnnnggg!" he gurgled, the words he wanted to say-- "I want you. I want to make love to you, be in you."-- stopped in his throat. No pressure. No pressure. He wouldn't push.
She was moving against him as his hips thrust up helplessly to meet her. He felt like a teenager making out in the back seat of his car and... "Oh, God!"
She made a mewling sound in the back of her throat and threw her head back, her nipples under his hands going even harder against the fabric of her blouse, gasping and panting and groaning.
"Miko! Ahhhhh. Ah, God! Ah, God..." His cock pulsed, pleasure and release coursing through him as warm, sticky come coated the inside of his underwear.
She moaned as he throbbed against her, desperately moving against him, until he was practically hissing with the sensation. He sat up and turned her, pulling her against him, her back to his chest, flicking her pants open. "Let me," he whispered, sliding a hand inside her underwear. She dropped her head back against his shoulder as she spread her legs wider.
She was wet, so wet, and he slid two fingers into her and pressed against her clit with the heel of his hand, rubbing insistently as his fingers thrust and withdrew. With his other hand, he played with her breasts, teasing the nipples, while his mouth and tongue explored the sensitive skin below her ear. "Come again for me, Miko. Let me feel you."
She babbled something low and breathless in Japanese and then he felt her body clench around him, hot and wet, as she let out a long groan. She sagged back against him, breathless and limp as he carefully withdrew his fingers from her. He sat holding her, letting her catch her breath, nose buried in her hair, taking in the scent of her.
"Sorry," she finally breathed.
"Sorry? For what?"
"That we didn't..."
"Hey, it's okay," he assured her. "We don't have to do anything until you're ready. Okay?"
She nodded and curled up against him, shifting till they were both comfortable. He kissed her hair and then closed his eyes, uncaring that he was sticky and messy so long as he had her in his arms.
***
"Oh, there's our romantic now," Simpson sing-songed.
Rodney looked up to see Miko sneaking into the lab. He glanced at his watch. "You're twenty-seven minutes late."
"I am sorry, Doctor McKay. I overslept."
Simpson chuckled.
"Is there something you want to share with the class, Simpson?" Rodney demanded irritably.
"Oh, just that someone was seen sneaking out of Colonel Sheppard's quarters this morning..."
"What?!" Rodney practically shouted, causing the baby to jump within him.
Miko's face turned bright red.
"So it is true!" Simpson crowed.
"We fell asleep on his couch," Miko protested. "It wasn't like that." But even as she said it, she turned redder.
"As if we believed that," Simpson teased. "Come on. Spill it."
Rodney looked at Simpson in horror. "Absolutely not. I, for one, don't need to hear it."
Simpson pouted at him.
"Go away and bother Kavanagh," he griped. "And you." He turned to Miko. "I expect you to work late."
She nodded. "Of course. I am sorry."
He turned away from them both to his laptop. "Just don't let it happen again."
***
John wandered into the lab looking for Miko and paused as he caught the strains of Rodney's voice, mid-song.
"Forever is just a day.
Forever is just another journey,
Tomorrow a stop along the way.
"And let the years go fading
Where my heart is
Where my heart is
Where... my love eternally is waiting
Somewhere, beyond the stars
Beyond Antares."
John snorted, which made Rodney start. "Oh, Colonel. I didn't hear you come in."
"Tell me you were not just singing 'Beyond Antares' to little John," John said, slouching into a chair.
"So what if I was?"
"That is so... The geek scale doesn't go that high, Rodney."
"I believe the childish rejoinder 'It takes one to know one' is applicable here, Colonel," Rodney answered.
"Does Carson know you're introducing your son to such geek classics while in utero?"
"He sings songs in Gaelic."
"Ah, but he doesn't sing Star Trek songs in Gaelic."
Rodney looked at him in horror. "There is such a thing as being too weird, you know."
John smirked.
"Did you have some reason for being here or were you merely stopping by to impugn my musical tastes?"
"Actually, I was looking for Miko."
Rodney tensed visibly. "She's sorting through the Ancient devices locker, since Carson won't let me near them anymore." He glared at John. "She's making up for being late this morning."
"You're actually making her stay late?" John demanded. "She works late all the time. I don't see you comping her for the overtime."
"She shouldn't have been late. It may be none of my business when it's on her own time, but when your... fling interferes with her work--"
"Fling?! This is not a fling."
Rodney snorted and rolled his eyes. "Right."
John was on his feet and glaring down at Rodney intimidatingly before he even fully registered the flash of anger running through him. "I'm warning you, McKay, lay off it."
"Is there a problem, Colonel?" Carson said from the doorway. His voice was mild, but when John looked at him, his eyes flashed fire.
"Sorry." John reached down and squeezed Rodney's shoulder.
Rodney swallowed hard. "Yeah. Okay. I'll, uh, I'll try. Just... don't hurt her, okay?"
"I could never hurt her." He was surprised by the vehemence in his own voice.
Rodney's eyes widened, the look he got when an Ancient device finally revealed its secrets flashing across them. "Oh."
John backed away, feeling suddenly exposed. "I've got to go." He turned, taking in the soft expression in Carson's eyes, and fled.
* 'Beyond Antares' was composed by Wilbur Hatch with lyrics by Gene L. Coon.
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