Fic: Liquorice
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morbid_sparks' prompt of "sock" that was post-smut. Iwas then asked to write the smutty bit. I finally got round to it.
“All I was saying was that I don’t see the point of having transport if we’re not going to use it,” Rodney complained to John as they rematerialised in Atlantis’ gateroom. The argument had lasted all the way back from the village, quite a feat considering the distance between it and the Stargate.
“Teyla said it’s an affront to them to use technology,” John said wearily, having already mentioned that a good ten times or so.
“They weren’t going to use it, we were.”
Laura Cadman, filling Teyla’s place while the Athosian was laid up in the infirmary with a broken leg, finally tried of the argument.
“Rodney?” she said. He looked at her. “Shut the hell up.”
He flushed and puffed up with indignation. Laura folded her arms and gave him a hard look, silently challenging him to argue with her. Rodney realised that she really wasn’t messing this time and settled into a pouting sulk.
“Okay kids,” John sighed. “We’re home now so let’s not start. In fact, I think we should all go to the mess and get something to eat.”
Rodney perked up at the mention of food. “Oh. Yes. Good plan.”
Laura and John looked at each other, sharing amused smiles and a roll of their eyes. They retired to the mess, grabbing a table by one of the large windows. They sat and ate and drank. Evening was drawing in and there was a spectacularly glorious sunset that turned both sky and sea.
“Colonel?” Laura murmured, not taking her eyes off the sight.
“We’re off duty now, Cadman. Call me John or Sheppard. Or even ‘hey you’ – anything will do as long as I don’t feel the need to salute.”
That made her turn back to the table and she grinned openly at him. “John,” she drawled.
“What?”
“I want a permanent position on Atlantis. I mean – look at that.” She waved a hand at the scene outside.
“How can I say no to such a well put argument?” John asked dryly. He poked at his dessert with a spoon. “You do realise though that you’ll have to put up with crappy puddings?”
Laura finished off her wine. “Aah but I have a secret stash,” she informed them in a hushed, earnest voice.
“Oh?” Rodney asked, intrigued. He propped his elbows on the table and lent forwards. “And what exactly does this secret stash consist of?”
“Liquorice,” she said.
Rodney and John looked at each other and made an appreciative noise almost as one.
“What’s liquorice?” Ronon asked.
“I think a demonstration is required,” Rodney said.
John nodded seriously. “Definitely. Come on, Cadman. Quit holding out on us.”
“But it’s mine!” she whined. However John folded his arms and looked at her. “Oh fine.” She got up.
“Tell you what,” John said then. “Rodney, you go with. Make sure she gets back okay.”
Now it was Rodney’s turn to whine. “Why me? Haven’t I walked enough today?”
“Just go with Laura, Rodney,” John said tiredly.
“But-”
“Liquorice, Rodney. Liquorice.”
He sighed heavily and looked at Laura. She grinned and offered him the crook of her arm. Rolling his eyes, he headed into the direction of Cadman’s quarters, ignoring her offer. She threw John a look and then slapped Rodney on the ass.
“Hey!” he yelped.
“Move it or I’ll do it again,” she threatened.
“Sheesh, Cadman. You know I’d almost prefer to go up against a Wraith.”
“Of course you would. But do the Wraith have liquorice?”
“Hmm. Still. Why are your quarters so far from the mess? My feet are killing me.”
“Aww, you poor baby.”
“We walked for ever on that blasted planet because the locals would have wet themselves if they’d seen a ‘jumper.”
“I know that Rodney. I was there, remember.”
“I’m not made for walking,” he continued.
“You have legs,” Laura pointed out. “I believe legs were made for walking.”
“I thought that was boots,” Rodney quipped. She smacked him on the arm. “Ow! Now I have a sore arm to go with my sore feet.”
“You deserved that; it was a terrible pun. Come on, we’re here now. Come inside and take the weight off your poor feet for five minutes.”
Laura activated the doors to her quarters and they went in, Rodney sinking with a sigh of relief onto her bed. She knelt beside it and reached under, withdrawing a small metal container. She spun the dial of the combination lock too fast for Rodney to catch the code and flipped open the lid to reveal contents that would make a confectioner drool.
“Whoa,” he said. “How have you managed to keep this quiet?”
“By normally not drinking a couple of glasses of Athosian wine on a virtually empty stomach,” she retorted wryly. She glanced up at him and he shrugged.
“Well if you’re hanging around here you’ll have to learn how to handle more.”
Laura chuckled. “That’s a ringing endorsement!”
“Hey, you know what this place is like. If you’re not fighting Wraith, you’re running from Genii. And when you’re not running from Genii, you’re walking from Alien Amish World.”
“Are you still whining about your feet?”
“They hurt.”
“Take off your shoes and socks.”
“Excuse me?”
“If I’m going to give you a foot rub I kind of need to get to them, Rodney,” she explained patiently.
“Oh. Well I’m not sure- I mean, I have been wearing them all day and-” He waved a hand and wrinkled his nose, which was enough to convey his point.
Laura, however, reckoned she was made of stern stuff and wasn’t about to be put off by his excuse. She gave him a smile, lent forward and captured an ankle. Before he could formulate another argument, she’d worked the laces undone and slipped the trainer off his foot.
The sock wasn’t quite as white as it probably had been when he’d put it on and his foot radiated heat, but his fears turned out to be groundless. Not that Laura would have been bothered; she’d bunked with male marines back on Earth and therefore experienced much worse.
“There now, that’s not so bad,” she teased. She pulled the sock off and tossed it to one side. “You have very neat feet for a man.”
Rodney looked slightly embarrassed and curled his toes. “I guess.” He shrugged. “I’d never really considered them.”
“Only when they hurt?” she said with a smile.
“Hmm,” he replied, too busy watching her as she crossed her legs and rested his bare foot in her lap.
Her fingers were cool and gentle, which was odd because he’d never equated gentleness which Laura Cadman. Her thumbs worked over the tender skin of his sole in small circles; she certainly knew what she was doing. He closed his eyes with a groan.
“Better?” she asked solicitously.
“Mmm,” he sighed contentedly, drawing a laugh from Laura. “Oh that’s good. How do you know how to do that?”
“I’m a woman of many talents, Rodney,” she said and then froze, her cheeks colouring as she realised what she’d just said. She risked a glance up at Rodney and found he was staring down at her, his expression clearly indicating he didn’t think he’d heard her right.
There was a breathless silence that seemed to last for an age. Then Rodney slipped off the bed, one hand going to the back of Laura’s neck and he pulled her into a kiss that was more miss than hit. Lips and tongues met in a clumsy collision of passion, though neither cared. They scrambled to get closer; all denial that there was something between them abandoned.
“Laura,” Rodney muttered against her neck, his voice muffled by a mouthful of red-blond hair. She shuddered as he slid a hand under her t-shirt and caressed her back.
“Yes?” she answered.
“Want you.”
She shivered at the simple sentiment, the low tone raising gooseflesh along her arms. He was kissing her neck with hot, open mouthed kisses. The slight graze of his teeth made her heart beat faster and a rush of moistness between her legs.
“Yes,” she sighed simply. She shifted position, partially because her legs were going dead but mostly because doing so brought her even closer to Rodney.
“Is that an answer?” he enquired with a soft chuckle that turned her bones to water. He trailed his fingers through her hair. “And if so, what was the question?”
“It was,” she murmured. She pulled his head down and kissed him lingeringly on the lips. “And the question is the one in your head that you don’t dare ask me.”
“Ah. So...?”
“Yes, Rodney.”
“K. Just thought I’d check.”
The half conversation made Laura giggle and she snuggled into his embrace. The fingers against her back made slow strokes up and down her spine. It was a simple touch, but for some reason she found it wholly erotic and soon needed something more.
Pulling gently away from his embrace, she gave his slightly concerned expression a warm smile and then took a firm hold of the hem of his t-shirt. He lifted his arms as she pulled it up, aiding her with an almost smug smirk on his face. Laura saw it.
“Don’t get cocky, McKay,” she warned him.
The smirk became a wide grin. “I’d have thought my getting cocky was integral to the evening.”
“Rodney!” she exclaimed, her indignation spoilt by laughter.
“What? Isn’t it?”
Laura gave up; after all she wasn’t really bothered by his attitude.
She ran one hand over his chest and then swept down to his groin. “Managing quite well at that too,” she remarked as she fondled the bulge in his pants.
“I’m a genius,” he retorted. “I’m good at everything.”
She giggled. “Oh, now I have to demand you prove that statement.”
“Go ahead; make my day.”
“I plan on making your year, McKay” Laura said airily, tossing head.
She recaptured his mouth, tangling his tongue with her own. He responded immediately, threading one hand into her hair. The other slipped under her t-shirt and travelled up her back to the clasp of her bra. He smirked against her lips and flicked the clasp open. Laura pulled back.
“Now that’s just showing off,” she said.
“I told you I was good at everything,” he reminded her smugly. He looked at her chest. “Come on, I’m half-naked. A level playing field is only fair.”
“Fine.” She took hold of the bottom of her top and peeled it off, tossing it and her bra somewhere behind her. She watched Rodney’s face as he eyed her up. “Like what you see?” she asked archly. He nodded dumbly, causing her to laugh and that made him swallow hard.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said reverently.
Laura blushed. “Thanks. You know, you’re not so bad yourself.”
“I didn’t know that. I thought you didn’t think much of me.”
“A woman reserves the right to change her mind,” she told him airily. “And I was somewhat under duress when I said that, Rodney.”
“I’ll give you that.”
“Thank you. Now, what else do you plan on giving me?” She wound her arms around his neck. “Cos I really want to know just how good you are.”
Rodney chuckled. “In that case I have two suggestions.”
“And they are?”
“Firstly, we need les clothes. Secondly; I think the bed is a better option than the floor.”
“Oh the genius tag is well deserved,” Laura said, unwinding from him and standing up. She undid her trousers and shimmied out of them and her knickers, then stood butt naked in front of him, hands on hips and one foot tapping. “Except you’re slooow, McKay.”
Rodney stumbled to his feet, eyes still bugging at the sight of Laura’s naked body and the ease with which she’d removed her clothes. He’d known she was physically fit but still… He looked at her and had to wonder why she’d chosen him. The thought made him pause even as she flopped onto the bed.
“Laura,” he said slowly.
She looked at him and saw the hesitation written clearly. She propped herself up on her elbows. “Get naked, Rodney.”
“Why me?” he said bluntly.
“You’re the only other person in the room wearing clothes,” she replied.
“You know what I mean.”
“I want you Rodney, that’s why. Now if you don’t want me…”
“I do,” he said quickly. “How could I not?”
“Then get naked.”
“I… Okay.”
“There’s that intelligence again,” she remarked.
Rodney gave her a grin and stripped off his own trousers. He was still slightly dazed but Laura was lying on the bed in blatant invitation and it wasn’t one he was about to refuse.
Once he’d gotten undressed, he joined her on the bed and her arms went round his neck again, a wide smile on her face. He slid one hand from her slender waist up to the swell of her breast. She arched into his touch with a sigh.
“Rodney.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. The nub hardened and Laura gave a soft moan. “So very beautiful.”
“Hmm,” she sighed and smoothed her hands down to his waist. She slid one to his stomach and then down to wrap her fingers around his erection.
Rodney groaned as Laura began to stroke him. He shifted his position and fastened his mouth on a nipple, sucking at the tender flesh as his hand wandered down from her other breast to the warm damp centre between her hands.
“Rodney,” she groaned again. She threaded the fingers of her free hand into his hair and stroked his erection firmer.
For several minutes, they continued their mutual investigations. Rodney slipped a finger into Laura and she moaned louder. Her other response was to move her hand quicker. He broke from her breast and kissed her hard on the mouth.
“You’re so hot,” he told her breathlessly.
“You were right,” she replied.
Rodney looked at her, puzzled. “Right about what?”
“About being good at everything.”
“Ah. Well, you’ve not seen everything yet.”
Laura gave a dirty giggle. “Let’s see it then.”
“Okay.” He moved over her and slid into her. She was slick and tight and the sensation of her warm flesh expanding to accommodate him was glorious. He let out a low groan of pleasure. “Oh. Wow. You feel so good. So hot and wet and tight.”
Laura giggled and blushed. “Hmm. Dirty talk – I love it.”
“I’m just telling it how it is.”
“In that case you’re hard and hot,” she told him and then laughed when he stopped and stared at her. “What? You can dish out the dirty but you can’t handle it aimed at you?”
“Well… It’s weird. No one’s ever said that to me before.”
“Then that’s their loss,” Laura told him. “I think you’re hot.”
Rodney flushed. “Thanks.”
“I also know you’ve stopped and I have an itch that needs scratching.”
“Well, I’m glad I’m useful for something,” he groused, but he began to rock his hips again, bringing a sigh from Laura.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Marvellous. I’m the biggest genius in two galaxies and you want me for my body.”
“Oh, you poor thing. Did you want to stop?”
“Not particularly, no.”
“Well, stop complaining then.”
Rodney chuckled and kissed Laura briefly. He propped himself up and began to thrust into her harder, watching her eyes flutter close in pleasure. A slow blush coloured her pale skin and her heaving chest glistened with sweat. She moaned with each thrust in, a light airy sound that aroused him further.
“You’re so hot,” he told her, his voice low. She just groaned in response, her hands travelling down his back to grasp his buttocks. He plunged in hard. Laura gave a small whimpering cry.
“Rodney!”
“Oh yeah, that is hot.”
Laura laughed and then gasped as he thrust into her again. “Oh!”
Rodney rocked his hips faster, maintaining the firmness of his thrusts. Laura arched towards him, her nails digging into the flesh of his ass, little gasping cries escaping every time he drove into her.
He could sense her getting closer to climax so he drove in and then ground against her. She gasped and then her whole body stiffened. The muscles around him clenched, sending waves of deep pleasure coursing through his own body. He gave a short, sharp thrust, bringing on his own release.
Laura groaned again as she felt a heat flood her insides. Rodney shuddered and all but collapsed on top of her. She welcomed his weight, revelling in the intimacy of their closeness. Her breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Rodney?” she said finally.
“Hmm?” he responded sleepily.
“Do you think Sheppard’s still waiting for that liquorice?”
Rodney’s laugh filled the room.
morbid_sparks' prompt of "sock" that was post-smut. Iwas then asked to write the smutty bit. I finally got round to it.“All I was saying was that I don’t see the point of having transport if we’re not going to use it,” Rodney complained to John as they rematerialised in Atlantis’ gateroom. The argument had lasted all the way back from the village, quite a feat considering the distance between it and the Stargate.
“Teyla said it’s an affront to them to use technology,” John said wearily, having already mentioned that a good ten times or so.
“They weren’t going to use it, we were.”
Laura Cadman, filling Teyla’s place while the Athosian was laid up in the infirmary with a broken leg, finally tried of the argument.
“Rodney?” she said. He looked at her. “Shut the hell up.”
He flushed and puffed up with indignation. Laura folded her arms and gave him a hard look, silently challenging him to argue with her. Rodney realised that she really wasn’t messing this time and settled into a pouting sulk.
“Okay kids,” John sighed. “We’re home now so let’s not start. In fact, I think we should all go to the mess and get something to eat.”
Rodney perked up at the mention of food. “Oh. Yes. Good plan.”
Laura and John looked at each other, sharing amused smiles and a roll of their eyes. They retired to the mess, grabbing a table by one of the large windows. They sat and ate and drank. Evening was drawing in and there was a spectacularly glorious sunset that turned both sky and sea.
“Colonel?” Laura murmured, not taking her eyes off the sight.
“We’re off duty now, Cadman. Call me John or Sheppard. Or even ‘hey you’ – anything will do as long as I don’t feel the need to salute.”
That made her turn back to the table and she grinned openly at him. “John,” she drawled.
“What?”
“I want a permanent position on Atlantis. I mean – look at that.” She waved a hand at the scene outside.
“How can I say no to such a well put argument?” John asked dryly. He poked at his dessert with a spoon. “You do realise though that you’ll have to put up with crappy puddings?”
Laura finished off her wine. “Aah but I have a secret stash,” she informed them in a hushed, earnest voice.
“Oh?” Rodney asked, intrigued. He propped his elbows on the table and lent forwards. “And what exactly does this secret stash consist of?”
“Liquorice,” she said.
Rodney and John looked at each other and made an appreciative noise almost as one.
“What’s liquorice?” Ronon asked.
“I think a demonstration is required,” Rodney said.
John nodded seriously. “Definitely. Come on, Cadman. Quit holding out on us.”
“But it’s mine!” she whined. However John folded his arms and looked at her. “Oh fine.” She got up.
“Tell you what,” John said then. “Rodney, you go with. Make sure she gets back okay.”
Now it was Rodney’s turn to whine. “Why me? Haven’t I walked enough today?”
“Just go with Laura, Rodney,” John said tiredly.
“But-”
“Liquorice, Rodney. Liquorice.”
He sighed heavily and looked at Laura. She grinned and offered him the crook of her arm. Rolling his eyes, he headed into the direction of Cadman’s quarters, ignoring her offer. She threw John a look and then slapped Rodney on the ass.
“Hey!” he yelped.
“Move it or I’ll do it again,” she threatened.
“Sheesh, Cadman. You know I’d almost prefer to go up against a Wraith.”
“Of course you would. But do the Wraith have liquorice?”
“Hmm. Still. Why are your quarters so far from the mess? My feet are killing me.”
“Aww, you poor baby.”
“We walked for ever on that blasted planet because the locals would have wet themselves if they’d seen a ‘jumper.”
“I know that Rodney. I was there, remember.”
“I’m not made for walking,” he continued.
“You have legs,” Laura pointed out. “I believe legs were made for walking.”
“I thought that was boots,” Rodney quipped. She smacked him on the arm. “Ow! Now I have a sore arm to go with my sore feet.”
“You deserved that; it was a terrible pun. Come on, we’re here now. Come inside and take the weight off your poor feet for five minutes.”
Laura activated the doors to her quarters and they went in, Rodney sinking with a sigh of relief onto her bed. She knelt beside it and reached under, withdrawing a small metal container. She spun the dial of the combination lock too fast for Rodney to catch the code and flipped open the lid to reveal contents that would make a confectioner drool.
“Whoa,” he said. “How have you managed to keep this quiet?”
“By normally not drinking a couple of glasses of Athosian wine on a virtually empty stomach,” she retorted wryly. She glanced up at him and he shrugged.
“Well if you’re hanging around here you’ll have to learn how to handle more.”
Laura chuckled. “That’s a ringing endorsement!”
“Hey, you know what this place is like. If you’re not fighting Wraith, you’re running from Genii. And when you’re not running from Genii, you’re walking from Alien Amish World.”
“Are you still whining about your feet?”
“They hurt.”
“Take off your shoes and socks.”
“Excuse me?”
“If I’m going to give you a foot rub I kind of need to get to them, Rodney,” she explained patiently.
“Oh. Well I’m not sure- I mean, I have been wearing them all day and-” He waved a hand and wrinkled his nose, which was enough to convey his point.
Laura, however, reckoned she was made of stern stuff and wasn’t about to be put off by his excuse. She gave him a smile, lent forward and captured an ankle. Before he could formulate another argument, she’d worked the laces undone and slipped the trainer off his foot.
The sock wasn’t quite as white as it probably had been when he’d put it on and his foot radiated heat, but his fears turned out to be groundless. Not that Laura would have been bothered; she’d bunked with male marines back on Earth and therefore experienced much worse.
“There now, that’s not so bad,” she teased. She pulled the sock off and tossed it to one side. “You have very neat feet for a man.”
Rodney looked slightly embarrassed and curled his toes. “I guess.” He shrugged. “I’d never really considered them.”
“Only when they hurt?” she said with a smile.
“Hmm,” he replied, too busy watching her as she crossed her legs and rested his bare foot in her lap.
Her fingers were cool and gentle, which was odd because he’d never equated gentleness which Laura Cadman. Her thumbs worked over the tender skin of his sole in small circles; she certainly knew what she was doing. He closed his eyes with a groan.
“Better?” she asked solicitously.
“Mmm,” he sighed contentedly, drawing a laugh from Laura. “Oh that’s good. How do you know how to do that?”
“I’m a woman of many talents, Rodney,” she said and then froze, her cheeks colouring as she realised what she’d just said. She risked a glance up at Rodney and found he was staring down at her, his expression clearly indicating he didn’t think he’d heard her right.
There was a breathless silence that seemed to last for an age. Then Rodney slipped off the bed, one hand going to the back of Laura’s neck and he pulled her into a kiss that was more miss than hit. Lips and tongues met in a clumsy collision of passion, though neither cared. They scrambled to get closer; all denial that there was something between them abandoned.
“Laura,” Rodney muttered against her neck, his voice muffled by a mouthful of red-blond hair. She shuddered as he slid a hand under her t-shirt and caressed her back.
“Yes?” she answered.
“Want you.”
She shivered at the simple sentiment, the low tone raising gooseflesh along her arms. He was kissing her neck with hot, open mouthed kisses. The slight graze of his teeth made her heart beat faster and a rush of moistness between her legs.
“Yes,” she sighed simply. She shifted position, partially because her legs were going dead but mostly because doing so brought her even closer to Rodney.
“Is that an answer?” he enquired with a soft chuckle that turned her bones to water. He trailed his fingers through her hair. “And if so, what was the question?”
“It was,” she murmured. She pulled his head down and kissed him lingeringly on the lips. “And the question is the one in your head that you don’t dare ask me.”
“Ah. So...?”
“Yes, Rodney.”
“K. Just thought I’d check.”
The half conversation made Laura giggle and she snuggled into his embrace. The fingers against her back made slow strokes up and down her spine. It was a simple touch, but for some reason she found it wholly erotic and soon needed something more.
Pulling gently away from his embrace, she gave his slightly concerned expression a warm smile and then took a firm hold of the hem of his t-shirt. He lifted his arms as she pulled it up, aiding her with an almost smug smirk on his face. Laura saw it.
“Don’t get cocky, McKay,” she warned him.
The smirk became a wide grin. “I’d have thought my getting cocky was integral to the evening.”
“Rodney!” she exclaimed, her indignation spoilt by laughter.
“What? Isn’t it?”
Laura gave up; after all she wasn’t really bothered by his attitude.
She ran one hand over his chest and then swept down to his groin. “Managing quite well at that too,” she remarked as she fondled the bulge in his pants.
“I’m a genius,” he retorted. “I’m good at everything.”
She giggled. “Oh, now I have to demand you prove that statement.”
“Go ahead; make my day.”
“I plan on making your year, McKay” Laura said airily, tossing head.
She recaptured his mouth, tangling his tongue with her own. He responded immediately, threading one hand into her hair. The other slipped under her t-shirt and travelled up her back to the clasp of her bra. He smirked against her lips and flicked the clasp open. Laura pulled back.
“Now that’s just showing off,” she said.
“I told you I was good at everything,” he reminded her smugly. He looked at her chest. “Come on, I’m half-naked. A level playing field is only fair.”
“Fine.” She took hold of the bottom of her top and peeled it off, tossing it and her bra somewhere behind her. She watched Rodney’s face as he eyed her up. “Like what you see?” she asked archly. He nodded dumbly, causing her to laugh and that made him swallow hard.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said reverently.
Laura blushed. “Thanks. You know, you’re not so bad yourself.”
“I didn’t know that. I thought you didn’t think much of me.”
“A woman reserves the right to change her mind,” she told him airily. “And I was somewhat under duress when I said that, Rodney.”
“I’ll give you that.”
“Thank you. Now, what else do you plan on giving me?” She wound her arms around his neck. “Cos I really want to know just how good you are.”
Rodney chuckled. “In that case I have two suggestions.”
“And they are?”
“Firstly, we need les clothes. Secondly; I think the bed is a better option than the floor.”
“Oh the genius tag is well deserved,” Laura said, unwinding from him and standing up. She undid her trousers and shimmied out of them and her knickers, then stood butt naked in front of him, hands on hips and one foot tapping. “Except you’re slooow, McKay.”
Rodney stumbled to his feet, eyes still bugging at the sight of Laura’s naked body and the ease with which she’d removed her clothes. He’d known she was physically fit but still… He looked at her and had to wonder why she’d chosen him. The thought made him pause even as she flopped onto the bed.
“Laura,” he said slowly.
She looked at him and saw the hesitation written clearly. She propped herself up on her elbows. “Get naked, Rodney.”
“Why me?” he said bluntly.
“You’re the only other person in the room wearing clothes,” she replied.
“You know what I mean.”
“I want you Rodney, that’s why. Now if you don’t want me…”
“I do,” he said quickly. “How could I not?”
“Then get naked.”
“I… Okay.”
“There’s that intelligence again,” she remarked.
Rodney gave her a grin and stripped off his own trousers. He was still slightly dazed but Laura was lying on the bed in blatant invitation and it wasn’t one he was about to refuse.
Once he’d gotten undressed, he joined her on the bed and her arms went round his neck again, a wide smile on her face. He slid one hand from her slender waist up to the swell of her breast. She arched into his touch with a sigh.
“Rodney.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. The nub hardened and Laura gave a soft moan. “So very beautiful.”
“Hmm,” she sighed and smoothed her hands down to his waist. She slid one to his stomach and then down to wrap her fingers around his erection.
Rodney groaned as Laura began to stroke him. He shifted his position and fastened his mouth on a nipple, sucking at the tender flesh as his hand wandered down from her other breast to the warm damp centre between her hands.
“Rodney,” she groaned again. She threaded the fingers of her free hand into his hair and stroked his erection firmer.
For several minutes, they continued their mutual investigations. Rodney slipped a finger into Laura and she moaned louder. Her other response was to move her hand quicker. He broke from her breast and kissed her hard on the mouth.
“You’re so hot,” he told her breathlessly.
“You were right,” she replied.
Rodney looked at her, puzzled. “Right about what?”
“About being good at everything.”
“Ah. Well, you’ve not seen everything yet.”
Laura gave a dirty giggle. “Let’s see it then.”
“Okay.” He moved over her and slid into her. She was slick and tight and the sensation of her warm flesh expanding to accommodate him was glorious. He let out a low groan of pleasure. “Oh. Wow. You feel so good. So hot and wet and tight.”
Laura giggled and blushed. “Hmm. Dirty talk – I love it.”
“I’m just telling it how it is.”
“In that case you’re hard and hot,” she told him and then laughed when he stopped and stared at her. “What? You can dish out the dirty but you can’t handle it aimed at you?”
“Well… It’s weird. No one’s ever said that to me before.”
“Then that’s their loss,” Laura told him. “I think you’re hot.”
Rodney flushed. “Thanks.”
“I also know you’ve stopped and I have an itch that needs scratching.”
“Well, I’m glad I’m useful for something,” he groused, but he began to rock his hips again, bringing a sigh from Laura.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Marvellous. I’m the biggest genius in two galaxies and you want me for my body.”
“Oh, you poor thing. Did you want to stop?”
“Not particularly, no.”
“Well, stop complaining then.”
Rodney chuckled and kissed Laura briefly. He propped himself up and began to thrust into her harder, watching her eyes flutter close in pleasure. A slow blush coloured her pale skin and her heaving chest glistened with sweat. She moaned with each thrust in, a light airy sound that aroused him further.
“You’re so hot,” he told her, his voice low. She just groaned in response, her hands travelling down his back to grasp his buttocks. He plunged in hard. Laura gave a small whimpering cry.
“Rodney!”
“Oh yeah, that is hot.”
Laura laughed and then gasped as he thrust into her again. “Oh!”
Rodney rocked his hips faster, maintaining the firmness of his thrusts. Laura arched towards him, her nails digging into the flesh of his ass, little gasping cries escaping every time he drove into her.
He could sense her getting closer to climax so he drove in and then ground against her. She gasped and then her whole body stiffened. The muscles around him clenched, sending waves of deep pleasure coursing through his own body. He gave a short, sharp thrust, bringing on his own release.
Laura groaned again as she felt a heat flood her insides. Rodney shuddered and all but collapsed on top of her. She welcomed his weight, revelling in the intimacy of their closeness. Her breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Rodney?” she said finally.
“Hmm?” he responded sleepily.
“Do you think Sheppard’s still waiting for that liquorice?”
Rodney’s laugh filled the room.
