Fic: Sympathy for Eve 22/27 (NC-17)
Title: Sympathy for Eve, 22/27
Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Beckett, Cadman, Sheppard, Kusanagi, Zelenka, Emmagan, Dex, Lorne, Heightmeyer
Relationships: McKay/Beckett, Sheppard/Kusanagi, Zelenka/?, Emmagan/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, schmoop, smut, angst
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 22 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 provided by mice1900, inkscribe and lapislaz, but mistakes are entirely mine.
It was predictable and annoying that Cadman was the first person to step up and congratulate them. "Don't you both look sexy!" she exclaimed, eyes sweeping down their frames.
Carson was wearing a full Prince Charlie kilt in a colourful weave that included red, green, and blue with thin stripes of yellow, black and white. Rodney, on the other hand, was wearing what amounted to a pleated length of cloth belted around his bulging abdomen, with the excess material pinned at his left shoulder. It was in blue and black with thin lines of red and under it Rodney wore a loose white shirt. Both men were fully accessorised.
Carson slipped an arm around Rodney's waist. "Yes, a lot of people find men in kilts nigh irresistible."
Rodney grinned and took Carson's hand. "There's cake. We're supposed to cut it, right?"
"Oh, aye! Let's get the festivities started."
As the two made their way to the cake, John joined Miko, slipping an arm around her, Radek and Ronon and Teyla gathering nearby. When Carson smeared icing around Rodney's mouth, then leaned forward to lick it off amidst whoops and catcalls, Teyla said a quiet "Excuse me" and left quickly. Miko and John and the team members exchanged worried looks.
"Is she okay?" Miko asked.
John shrugged. "She's been looking a little wan lately, but we haven't talked about it."
Miko sighed. "Of course you haven't."
"What's that supposed to mean?" John demanded.
Miko leaned up and kissed him. "It means you, John Sheppard, do not talk to your teammates. Excuse me. I will see if she is okay."
The three male team members exchanged embarrassed looks and then the champagne glasses were being passed out with the choice of champagne or sparkling white grape juice on offer. John grinned at Radek. "Looks like we're up for the toasts."
***
Miko found Teyla in the closest bathroom, throwing up. "Oh! Are you all right? Should I get someone for you?" she asked.
"I am fine," Teyla assured her. "Something merely did not settle properly."
Miko considered her doubtfully and hesitated, then drew a breath and spoke. "You have not been well for couple weeks now, nor have you been happy. I won't pry, but I will say your team worries for you and they all care for you a great deal. If there is anything--"
"Thank you. I have no need of help."
Miko nodded, feeling helpless. "Very well. I know... I know I am not your friend, but... John worries for you, so I worry for you. It would be my honour to help if you should change your mind."
Teyla sighed and nodded. "Thank you. I will keep that in mind should I need anything."
Miko turned unhappily and left. As the door shut behind her, she thought she heard a sob.
***
Lorne drew the bow across the strings, creating a sound reminiscent of the drone on the bagpipes, and then began to play. He'd only learned a couple of songs specifically for the wedding. After that, they were going to have to live with his repertoire of more classical pieces and the dance music Stackhouse had prepared for the audio system kludged together in the gateroom.
He watched Carson and Rodney moving together, surrounded by half of Atlantis, or so it seemed. They were so natural together.
He scanned the room, looking for a figure in the crowd of people waiting for their chance to dance. He spotted Radek stepping up to Teyla-- strangely pale and lifeless-- and speaking to her quietly. He pushed away his speculations, concentrating on the music, letting it transport him.
***
Carson stood smiling as Rodney took Miko in hand, figuring out exactly how to handle the height difference around his extra girth. Elizabeth had claimed Stackhouse for a dance before he was caught with DJing duties. The young Marine was blushing furiously, but wasn't doing half bad. Elizabeth was, of course, fabulous. Radek was teaching Teyla the dance and Biro had pulled Ronon onto the dance floor.
Carson turned and grinned at John and offered his hand. "Well, Colonel, since your date and my husband are dancing..."
John lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "I've got a reputation to maintain, Doc."
"Ye're the best man at a gay wedding, John. But I believe, between Rodney's overzealous descriptions of your off-world escapades and your engagement, your reputation won't be too badly tarnished."
"Oh, I wasn't talking about the whole straight thing," John said. "Just that I'm pretty much a dork on the dance floor."
Carson chuckled. "Come on. I'll lead. Maybe that will help."
***
Once John and Carson were out on the dance floor, others had joined in the spirit of the event. Cadman had pulled Katie Brown out with her, Elizabeth had traded Stackhouse to Radek for Teyla, and then there was a virtual stampede of men-- overrepresented in the Atlantis population almost two to one-- taking a turn to just be silly or, in some cases, serious under the guise of silliness, with each other.
Lorne collapsed into a chair, violin still in hand, as Stackhouse fired up the sound system. He grinned as Heightmeyer folded into the chair next to him, fanning her face. "A truly gay wedding, it appears."
The psychiatrist laughed. "It's good to forget the boundaries sometimes." She regarded him. "Are you going to dance, Major?"
He smiled. "I'm just waiting for some kind soul to put her-- or his!-- name down on my dance card."
"Hmm! I would, but I'm afraid I'm out of breath."
"It's a sucky song anyway." He opened up his violin case and began conscientiously packing it away.
She shrugged. "It's got a good beat."
"I'm afraid too much music education makes it hard for me to appreciate," he answered.
"Ah. You should learn to just relax and let go, Major."
"Just like you stop doing the whole head-shrinking thing while off-duty?"
She gave a rueful smile. "Touché."
His eyes scanned the crowd of dancers, but the person he was looking for had apparently slipped away.
***
Carson and Rodney stopped in front of the door to their apartment and looked at each other-- their first entrance as a married couple.
"I'm not carrying you over the threshold." Rodney grinned.
Carson crossed his arms in mock indignation. "And who says I'd be the bride, love?" His eyes slid down to Rodney's bulging abdomen. "I'm not the one who's pregnant, after all."
Rodney pulled Carson into his arms and kissed him. "True. But I didn't cry during the wedding."
"Heartless bastard," Carson said without rancour, sliding his arms around Rodney's waist and kissing him again. "Shall we go inside?"
"I'm certainly not starting the wedding night out here."
"Oh, now wouldn't that be a sight? Come on, love." Their fingers twined together and they stepped through the door as one, then paused just inside and kissed again. "I love you," Carson whispered, a fierceness in his voice and eyes as he spoke the words.
Rodney's eyes glimmered with unshed tears. "I love you, too, Carson."
***
Teyla didn't look up as her door slid open and her lover walked in. She was intimately familiar with the sound of his footfalls, the way his body moved. She kept her eyes closed, seeking her center. She heard him shift and lower himself, mirroring her position. She smiled quietly to herself and tried to focus.
The scent of him reached her nostrils, clean and strong and manly. It had been this which had first drawn her eye to him-- not his voice or his looks or the way he moved or his smile or his humour, though these all pleased her greatly. No, the smell of him alone had caused her pulse to race and her body to yearn to take him deep inside her.
And today he had been so handsome...
She shook her head and opened her eyes, giving him a rueful smile. "You are ruining my meditation."
"Sorry," he said, looking completely unabashed. "I needed to be sure you were all right. You haven't told me what Doctor Beckett said yesterday."
"We have both been busy."
"And now we aren't."
She looked away from him, wishing for calm, for strength, for some small glimmer of hope. "The wraith antibodies are attacking the child. Carson is trying-- he is even intending to work tomorrow on it-- but it is unlikely an answer will be found in time." She drew a breath, trying to stay strong for him. "Within a few days... W-within a f-few..." She fell silent. She couldn't say the words, but they lay between them anyway.
"So there's no hope."
"There is very little." She looked up at him, then, expecting him to be calm and stoic, pretending to be strong for her as was the way of the men of his people, and was shocked to see him trembling, arms wrapped around himself and folded over as if in pain, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm so sorry, Teyla..." His voice was devastated. The tears came to her eyes then and she let herself cry in front of him. He leaned forward and gathered her into his arms.
She buried her face against his chest and said the words she hadn't been able to say. "I... wanted... I wanted to be a mother, but my arms... are empty and my heart is full of pain." She looked up into his face. "And I will never be the mother of your child, Evan. I am sorry."
"No," he whispered, "don't think you've disappointed me. I love you. I'd gladly have ten kids with you, but you matter more to me than kids."
His words didn't make it hurt less, but she found herself sinking into the comfort of his arms, secure in his love, and giving in to her grief.
***
Carson groaned, fingers threading through Rodney's hair as his husband's mouth and hand slowly pleasured him. Rodney hummed in pleasure as Carson squeezed the nape of his neck and Carson had to fight to control the instinct to thrust.
Rodney's changing body presented more challenges than just his expanding girth when it came to sex. His gag reflex was so oversensitive he had trouble brushing his back teeth, let alone sucking Carson. He was also more sensitive to certain tastes and textures, including semen. Worst for Carson was another common pregnancy complaint which eliminated being the recipient in anal sex from Rodney's repertoire. They'd had to get creative.
But tonight Rodney lay curled on his side, head on Carson's abdomen, his mouth sucking and licking around the head and upper part of the shaft while his hand stroked the shaft in rhythm to his sucking.
"Ah, love," Carson murmured, sitting up to watch Rodney's mouth move over him.
Rodney pulled off for a moment. "Lube?"
Carson retrieved it from the bedside table and dropped it into Rodney's outstretching hand, then spread his legs wider, laying back in surrender to Rodney's ministrations. He groaned as a slick finger circled his entrance, then slowly sank into him.
***
Ronon shuddered and groaned into Radek's mouth as his cock was surrounded by Radek's tight heat. Radek's arms draped over his shoulders, circling his neck, tongue thrusting into Ronon's mouth. Radek lifted himself up and sank down again, taking even more of Ronon in.
Radek released Ronon's mouth and sat back, sinking further down. "Give me your throat," he whispered.
Ronon obeyed at once, throwing his head back to expose his throat to his lover, gasping in pleasure as Radek's tongue lapped against the skin just under his jaw before sucking it in, teeth rasping against it.
***
Rodney's fingers traced through the come pooling on Carson's stomach as the leaned over and kissed Carson.
"Let me," Carson said.
Rodney grinned and pulled back, leaning on his hand. Carson coated his fingers and then slowly slicked up Rodney's cock, smiling as his husband gasped and bucked into his hand. "Yeah... Just like that..." Rodney moaned.
"How do ye want me, love?"
"Just like this, forever?"
Carson chuckled. "What? With you eight months pregnant?"
Rodney grinned. "Okay, so being pregnant forever would be bad. Roll over for me?"
Carson nodded, stealing one more kiss before getting on hands and knees. He sighed in pleasure as Rodney's hands caressed his buttocks, index finger sliding down to tease his entrance every so often.
"Think you could come again?" Rodney asked.
"Nghh!" Carson gasped as Rodney slid two fingers into him, rubbing over his prostate. He expected Rodney to play for only a couple of minutes and then replace his fingers with his cock. Instead, Rodney continued to tease him, fingers unerringly pressing against his sweet spot. Carson found himself growing hard, but Rodney still didn't stop. His breath grew ragged, his body sheened with sweat, trembling uncontrollably and thrusting back against Rodney's fingers. He was so lost in the sensation when Rodney withdrew that he whimpered.
Rodney's hand on his back grounded him. And then his husband was kneeling behind him, pushing into him, deep and perfect. Rodney huffed out a laugh as his belly came into contact with Carson's buttocks, several flutters from Rodney's belly against him signaling that their son was awake and active. "That still feels so strange."
Carson nodded, pushing back, impaling himself deeper. "Aye, it does."
Rodney withdrew and pushed back in. "Me in you in me..."
"Ah, God, yes..."
Rodney began fucking him in earnest then, his pleasure evident in the sounds he made as he took Carson deep and hard.
Their breathing grew ragged together. "Ah, love," Carson gasped. "Fill me."
"Want you to come again," Rodney said, his rhythm stuttering.
"I will... soon as I feel you..."
"God! Yeah... Come now."
Carson groaned as Rodney's cock throbbed inside him, filling him, pushing him over the edge.
***
Evan Lorne lay curled next to Teyla, watching her tear-stained face finally at peace in sleep. He leaned down and kissed her temple, then ghosted a hand over her abdomen, thinking of his child inside her.
His child who was dying even now.
He laid back, arm over his eyes, and wept silently.
***
Radek's hand tightened in Ronon's hair as his hips snapped forward, pushing his cock into his lover's willing mouth. Ronon looked up, his eyes meeting Radek's, dark from lust.
Radek gasped out a string of Czech even he didn't understand and throbbed into his lover.
***
"Goodnight, love." Carson kissed Rodney, then leaned down and pressed his lips to Rodney's belly. "And goodnight to you, too, Johnny."
Rodney smiled and curled against him, one leg flung over his, arm across his chest. "Married."
"Aye, love. Married. Does it feel any different?"
Rodney considered, finger tracing down his chest. "A little. Just to know you'll be here, you know?"
Carson reached up and took his hand, interlacing their fingers. "Always, love. Always."
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Author: SGAtlantisLight
Characters: McKay, Beckett, Cadman, Sheppard, Kusanagi, Zelenka, Emmagan, Dex, Lorne, Heightmeyer
Relationships: McKay/Beckett, Sheppard/Kusanagi, Zelenka/?, Emmagan/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, schmoop, smut, angst
Spoilers: None
Summary: Part 22 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 provided by mice1900, inkscribe and lapislaz, but mistakes are entirely mine.
It was predictable and annoying that Cadman was the first person to step up and congratulate them. "Don't you both look sexy!" she exclaimed, eyes sweeping down their frames.
Carson was wearing a full Prince Charlie kilt in a colourful weave that included red, green, and blue with thin stripes of yellow, black and white. Rodney, on the other hand, was wearing what amounted to a pleated length of cloth belted around his bulging abdomen, with the excess material pinned at his left shoulder. It was in blue and black with thin lines of red and under it Rodney wore a loose white shirt. Both men were fully accessorised.
Carson slipped an arm around Rodney's waist. "Yes, a lot of people find men in kilts nigh irresistible."
Rodney grinned and took Carson's hand. "There's cake. We're supposed to cut it, right?"
"Oh, aye! Let's get the festivities started."
As the two made their way to the cake, John joined Miko, slipping an arm around her, Radek and Ronon and Teyla gathering nearby. When Carson smeared icing around Rodney's mouth, then leaned forward to lick it off amidst whoops and catcalls, Teyla said a quiet "Excuse me" and left quickly. Miko and John and the team members exchanged worried looks.
"Is she okay?" Miko asked.
John shrugged. "She's been looking a little wan lately, but we haven't talked about it."
Miko sighed. "Of course you haven't."
"What's that supposed to mean?" John demanded.
Miko leaned up and kissed him. "It means you, John Sheppard, do not talk to your teammates. Excuse me. I will see if she is okay."
The three male team members exchanged embarrassed looks and then the champagne glasses were being passed out with the choice of champagne or sparkling white grape juice on offer. John grinned at Radek. "Looks like we're up for the toasts."
***
Miko found Teyla in the closest bathroom, throwing up. "Oh! Are you all right? Should I get someone for you?" she asked.
"I am fine," Teyla assured her. "Something merely did not settle properly."
Miko considered her doubtfully and hesitated, then drew a breath and spoke. "You have not been well for couple weeks now, nor have you been happy. I won't pry, but I will say your team worries for you and they all care for you a great deal. If there is anything--"
"Thank you. I have no need of help."
Miko nodded, feeling helpless. "Very well. I know... I know I am not your friend, but... John worries for you, so I worry for you. It would be my honour to help if you should change your mind."
Teyla sighed and nodded. "Thank you. I will keep that in mind should I need anything."
Miko turned unhappily and left. As the door shut behind her, she thought she heard a sob.
***
Lorne drew the bow across the strings, creating a sound reminiscent of the drone on the bagpipes, and then began to play. He'd only learned a couple of songs specifically for the wedding. After that, they were going to have to live with his repertoire of more classical pieces and the dance music Stackhouse had prepared for the audio system kludged together in the gateroom.
He watched Carson and Rodney moving together, surrounded by half of Atlantis, or so it seemed. They were so natural together.
He scanned the room, looking for a figure in the crowd of people waiting for their chance to dance. He spotted Radek stepping up to Teyla-- strangely pale and lifeless-- and speaking to her quietly. He pushed away his speculations, concentrating on the music, letting it transport him.
***
Carson stood smiling as Rodney took Miko in hand, figuring out exactly how to handle the height difference around his extra girth. Elizabeth had claimed Stackhouse for a dance before he was caught with DJing duties. The young Marine was blushing furiously, but wasn't doing half bad. Elizabeth was, of course, fabulous. Radek was teaching Teyla the dance and Biro had pulled Ronon onto the dance floor.
Carson turned and grinned at John and offered his hand. "Well, Colonel, since your date and my husband are dancing..."
John lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "I've got a reputation to maintain, Doc."
"Ye're the best man at a gay wedding, John. But I believe, between Rodney's overzealous descriptions of your off-world escapades and your engagement, your reputation won't be too badly tarnished."
"Oh, I wasn't talking about the whole straight thing," John said. "Just that I'm pretty much a dork on the dance floor."
Carson chuckled. "Come on. I'll lead. Maybe that will help."
***
Once John and Carson were out on the dance floor, others had joined in the spirit of the event. Cadman had pulled Katie Brown out with her, Elizabeth had traded Stackhouse to Radek for Teyla, and then there was a virtual stampede of men-- overrepresented in the Atlantis population almost two to one-- taking a turn to just be silly or, in some cases, serious under the guise of silliness, with each other.
Lorne collapsed into a chair, violin still in hand, as Stackhouse fired up the sound system. He grinned as Heightmeyer folded into the chair next to him, fanning her face. "A truly gay wedding, it appears."
The psychiatrist laughed. "It's good to forget the boundaries sometimes." She regarded him. "Are you going to dance, Major?"
He smiled. "I'm just waiting for some kind soul to put her-- or his!-- name down on my dance card."
"Hmm! I would, but I'm afraid I'm out of breath."
"It's a sucky song anyway." He opened up his violin case and began conscientiously packing it away.
She shrugged. "It's got a good beat."
"I'm afraid too much music education makes it hard for me to appreciate," he answered.
"Ah. You should learn to just relax and let go, Major."
"Just like you stop doing the whole head-shrinking thing while off-duty?"
She gave a rueful smile. "Touché."
His eyes scanned the crowd of dancers, but the person he was looking for had apparently slipped away.
***
Carson and Rodney stopped in front of the door to their apartment and looked at each other-- their first entrance as a married couple.
"I'm not carrying you over the threshold." Rodney grinned.
Carson crossed his arms in mock indignation. "And who says I'd be the bride, love?" His eyes slid down to Rodney's bulging abdomen. "I'm not the one who's pregnant, after all."
Rodney pulled Carson into his arms and kissed him. "True. But I didn't cry during the wedding."
"Heartless bastard," Carson said without rancour, sliding his arms around Rodney's waist and kissing him again. "Shall we go inside?"
"I'm certainly not starting the wedding night out here."
"Oh, now wouldn't that be a sight? Come on, love." Their fingers twined together and they stepped through the door as one, then paused just inside and kissed again. "I love you," Carson whispered, a fierceness in his voice and eyes as he spoke the words.
Rodney's eyes glimmered with unshed tears. "I love you, too, Carson."
***
Teyla didn't look up as her door slid open and her lover walked in. She was intimately familiar with the sound of his footfalls, the way his body moved. She kept her eyes closed, seeking her center. She heard him shift and lower himself, mirroring her position. She smiled quietly to herself and tried to focus.
The scent of him reached her nostrils, clean and strong and manly. It had been this which had first drawn her eye to him-- not his voice or his looks or the way he moved or his smile or his humour, though these all pleased her greatly. No, the smell of him alone had caused her pulse to race and her body to yearn to take him deep inside her.
And today he had been so handsome...
She shook her head and opened her eyes, giving him a rueful smile. "You are ruining my meditation."
"Sorry," he said, looking completely unabashed. "I needed to be sure you were all right. You haven't told me what Doctor Beckett said yesterday."
"We have both been busy."
"And now we aren't."
She looked away from him, wishing for calm, for strength, for some small glimmer of hope. "The wraith antibodies are attacking the child. Carson is trying-- he is even intending to work tomorrow on it-- but it is unlikely an answer will be found in time." She drew a breath, trying to stay strong for him. "Within a few days... W-within a f-few..." She fell silent. She couldn't say the words, but they lay between them anyway.
"So there's no hope."
"There is very little." She looked up at him, then, expecting him to be calm and stoic, pretending to be strong for her as was the way of the men of his people, and was shocked to see him trembling, arms wrapped around himself and folded over as if in pain, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm so sorry, Teyla..." His voice was devastated. The tears came to her eyes then and she let herself cry in front of him. He leaned forward and gathered her into his arms.
She buried her face against his chest and said the words she hadn't been able to say. "I... wanted... I wanted to be a mother, but my arms... are empty and my heart is full of pain." She looked up into his face. "And I will never be the mother of your child, Evan. I am sorry."
"No," he whispered, "don't think you've disappointed me. I love you. I'd gladly have ten kids with you, but you matter more to me than kids."
His words didn't make it hurt less, but she found herself sinking into the comfort of his arms, secure in his love, and giving in to her grief.
***
Carson groaned, fingers threading through Rodney's hair as his husband's mouth and hand slowly pleasured him. Rodney hummed in pleasure as Carson squeezed the nape of his neck and Carson had to fight to control the instinct to thrust.
Rodney's changing body presented more challenges than just his expanding girth when it came to sex. His gag reflex was so oversensitive he had trouble brushing his back teeth, let alone sucking Carson. He was also more sensitive to certain tastes and textures, including semen. Worst for Carson was another common pregnancy complaint which eliminated being the recipient in anal sex from Rodney's repertoire. They'd had to get creative.
But tonight Rodney lay curled on his side, head on Carson's abdomen, his mouth sucking and licking around the head and upper part of the shaft while his hand stroked the shaft in rhythm to his sucking.
"Ah, love," Carson murmured, sitting up to watch Rodney's mouth move over him.
Rodney pulled off for a moment. "Lube?"
Carson retrieved it from the bedside table and dropped it into Rodney's outstretching hand, then spread his legs wider, laying back in surrender to Rodney's ministrations. He groaned as a slick finger circled his entrance, then slowly sank into him.
***
Ronon shuddered and groaned into Radek's mouth as his cock was surrounded by Radek's tight heat. Radek's arms draped over his shoulders, circling his neck, tongue thrusting into Ronon's mouth. Radek lifted himself up and sank down again, taking even more of Ronon in.
Radek released Ronon's mouth and sat back, sinking further down. "Give me your throat," he whispered.
Ronon obeyed at once, throwing his head back to expose his throat to his lover, gasping in pleasure as Radek's tongue lapped against the skin just under his jaw before sucking it in, teeth rasping against it.
***
Rodney's fingers traced through the come pooling on Carson's stomach as the leaned over and kissed Carson.
"Let me," Carson said.
Rodney grinned and pulled back, leaning on his hand. Carson coated his fingers and then slowly slicked up Rodney's cock, smiling as his husband gasped and bucked into his hand. "Yeah... Just like that..." Rodney moaned.
"How do ye want me, love?"
"Just like this, forever?"
Carson chuckled. "What? With you eight months pregnant?"
Rodney grinned. "Okay, so being pregnant forever would be bad. Roll over for me?"
Carson nodded, stealing one more kiss before getting on hands and knees. He sighed in pleasure as Rodney's hands caressed his buttocks, index finger sliding down to tease his entrance every so often.
"Think you could come again?" Rodney asked.
"Nghh!" Carson gasped as Rodney slid two fingers into him, rubbing over his prostate. He expected Rodney to play for only a couple of minutes and then replace his fingers with his cock. Instead, Rodney continued to tease him, fingers unerringly pressing against his sweet spot. Carson found himself growing hard, but Rodney still didn't stop. His breath grew ragged, his body sheened with sweat, trembling uncontrollably and thrusting back against Rodney's fingers. He was so lost in the sensation when Rodney withdrew that he whimpered.
Rodney's hand on his back grounded him. And then his husband was kneeling behind him, pushing into him, deep and perfect. Rodney huffed out a laugh as his belly came into contact with Carson's buttocks, several flutters from Rodney's belly against him signaling that their son was awake and active. "That still feels so strange."
Carson nodded, pushing back, impaling himself deeper. "Aye, it does."
Rodney withdrew and pushed back in. "Me in you in me..."
"Ah, God, yes..."
Rodney began fucking him in earnest then, his pleasure evident in the sounds he made as he took Carson deep and hard.
Their breathing grew ragged together. "Ah, love," Carson gasped. "Fill me."
"Want you to come again," Rodney said, his rhythm stuttering.
"I will... soon as I feel you..."
"God! Yeah... Come now."
Carson groaned as Rodney's cock throbbed inside him, filling him, pushing him over the edge.
***
Evan Lorne lay curled next to Teyla, watching her tear-stained face finally at peace in sleep. He leaned down and kissed her temple, then ghosted a hand over her abdomen, thinking of his child inside her.
His child who was dying even now.
He laid back, arm over his eyes, and wept silently.
***
Radek's hand tightened in Ronon's hair as his hips snapped forward, pushing his cock into his lover's willing mouth. Ronon looked up, his eyes meeting Radek's, dark from lust.
Radek gasped out a string of Czech even he didn't understand and throbbed into his lover.
***
"Goodnight, love." Carson kissed Rodney, then leaned down and pressed his lips to Rodney's belly. "And goodnight to you, too, Johnny."
Rodney smiled and curled against him, one leg flung over his, arm across his chest. "Married."
"Aye, love. Married. Does it feel any different?"
Rodney considered, finger tracing down his chest. "A little. Just to know you'll be here, you know?"
Carson reached up and took his hand, interlacing their fingers. "Always, love. Always."
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