Once upon a time, he could read (Ancient and Modern Satedan), play an instrument, and do calligraphy because that's what people of his social class were expected to learn. He doesn't see the need for any of it in Atlantis and it's not like anything here i
John can be patient, he can, but now, waiting for Rodney, well, he thinks he left patient behind about twenty minutes ago, and maybe Rodney's rubbed off on him . . . and oh, that almost makes him groan, because that's just exactly what he wants, Rodney wa
It happened like a thousand other things had happened since they stepped through that gate into the Pegasus Galaxy - unexpected and maybe against a whole hell of a lot of odds, but with the odd flavor of inevitability when John looked back on it.
His hands were as deft as she had expected: thick, sensitive fingers, careful and slick, pushing into her. "Is this okay?" he said, and she breathed out a yes, pulling his head down to hers. His mouth was wet and soft against hers, tongue ready to be suck
The elevator's trapped between levels 25 and 26 and there's a meeting somewhere, but Landry can wait, and this is officially the craziest thing they've ever done. Which is saying something, considering their history together, but even riding an A-bomb int
"Rodney, breathe." Rodney let out the breath he had been holding. "Sorry, sorry."
Even back in the very beginning, he knew about Carter's taste in men.
When John comes back to consciousness after the destruction of Atlantis, Rodney and Elizabeth are both gone.
John laughs and starts to eat his own and Rodney has to grip his fork tightly to keep from wiping away the syrup collected at the corner of John's mouth with his thumb.
by Eavan Boland
"He looks like Jason Robards," Emmett whispered. The man coming toward them was tall and thin, with steel-grey hair and an expensive suit. And a red bowtie.
"in the closet" isn't always a metaphor.
Daniel learned to kel-no-reem not long after Sha're's death. He brought it up to Sam one afternoon out of the blue: Teal'c's teaching me to kel-no-reem. It's interesting; I wish I knew more about meditative techniques here on Earth, so I could compare the
Elizabeth's taken it into her head to hold a Valentine's Dance in the gateroom, and insists that all her staff attend.
"Okay, okay, so maybe I've indulged in fantasies about cold planets and shared body heat."
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