Title: Dreams
Author: Wendy Parkinson
Email: wendyparkinson@hotmail.com
Category: adult romance
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC17
Content Warnings: sex, bad language
Summary: Rodney is having disturbing dreams
Archive: Ask first please, but I’ll almost certainly say yes.
Date: 26/03/05
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis and its characters belong to MGM. This fan fiction
was created solely for entertainment and no money was made from it. Also, no
copyright or trademark infringement was intended. Any similarity to real
persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
All feedback and constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. No flames
please.
Author’s notes: Thanks to Sue for the quick sanity check on this one. It’s
much appreciated.
Written in response to the Dreamy challenge on the weirmckaysmut mailing list. I
hope this is what you had in mind, Hans.
Dreams
The feather light touch of her hands caressed his back; her body was soft and
willing under his; her warm breath whispered across his ear. Kisses on her neck,
her breasts, her lips. They slowly found each other, wanting, needing,
completing. Her warmth enveloped him, absorbing him, overwhelming him.
He was spiralling, soaring out of control… Close, so close…
“Doctor McKay!”
What the fuck?
That wasn’t her voice… it sounded like… Zelenka? Why was Zelenka in the
room when he and Elizabeth were…?
“Rodney,” Zelenka sounded sympathetic. “You’ve fallen asleep at your
desk again. You really need to be getting more rest.”
McKay forced an eye open and peered up at the other scientist. The Czech was
frowning.
“You have drooled on your keyboard,” he stated matter-of-factly. “I hope
it has done no permanent damage.” He raised an eyebrow. “To the keyboard, I
mean.”
Rodney carefully peeled his face away from the offending device and gingerly sat
up, acutely aware of the interesting pattern it must have left on his cheek.
“Go, now!” Zelenka made shooing motions with his arms. “You go and get
some rest. I will finish this analysis.”
“Er… in a minute, Radek. I need to…” Get this raging hard on under
control before I even consider moving from the protection of this desk. “Take
this slowly. I feel kind of dizzy.”
Zelenka nodded, apparently taking his explanation at face value. Rodney breathed
a sigh of relief. For probably the first time, he was grateful that he had a
reputation for ‘passing out from manly hunger’.
Rodney took a few deep breaths, thought of various Canadian politicians in
states of undress, recited the value of pi to twenty decimal places and finally
got himself under some semblance of control. Just to be on the safe side, he
grabbed a sheaf of papers and clutched them to his groin before saying, “Good
idea. I’ll go and get some rest,” and strode purposefully from the room,
before Zelenka had a chance to say anything else.
~~~~~~
As Rodney made his way to his quarters he tried to analyse what had just
happened. If Zelenka hadn’t interrupted him, he was in no doubt he’d have
had his first wet dream in years. But why now? And why Elizabeth?
She was intelligent, there was no mistaking that. And he always went for very
intelligent women. In his opinion, there was no point in having a girlfriend he
couldn’t talk to on an equal footing. She was attractive; slim, beautiful,
funny. He respected her. And judging by the recent evidence, he lusted after
her. But as a red-blooded male with a pulse, that was inevitable, right?
But Elizabeth was his friend, nothing more. He couldn’t understand where the
dream had come from. He was obsessed with Sam Carter, wasn’t he?
And in any case, Elizabeth was so off-limits it wasn’t funny. Not only was she
involved with someone back home, though he had to wonder how serious that was if
she was prepared to leave him behind and travel millions of light years to
another galaxy, but she was the boss. Oh yes, dipping your pen in the company
ink was always a bad idea, but the boss? No, no, no. He could hear the
allegations of favouritism and sleeping his way to preferential treatment from
Kavanaugh already.
But that was assuming Elizabeth might want him. And as far as he was
concerned there was as much chance of that as Beckett joining the marines.
~~~~~~
Touching, teasing, he tasted her, took in her scent, worshipped her. She
moaned, tangled her fingers in his hair, encouraged him, trembled for him. He
felt the wave begin to take her; shuddering, quivering, she tensed and
shattered. He kissed his way up her sated body, and let her taste herself.
Her hand slid down his chest and finding him, she caressed him, rhythmically
taking him higher and higher until conscious thought disappeared and there was
just her, and him, and the curling, building pressure of need… And a blinding,
crashing completion that left him dazed in her arms.
Rodney awoke with a start, and found himself with an uncomfortable damp patch on
his boxers and the memory of a very vivid dream. Very vivid. He could almost
taste her, smell her. He groaned. Not again. Was this going to happen every time
he went to sleep?
Perhaps when he saw Elizabeth next it would all make sense.
~~~~~~~~~
“Well, I think that’s everything,” said Elizabeth cheerfully as she
slapped her folder shut and looked round the briefing room table.
Sheppard and Beckett both stood up, nodded and left the room. Rodney found
himself rooted to the spot. He’s spent the entire briefing remembering his
dreams and not paying the slightest bit of attention to the discussion. God
knows what Sheppard might have slipped in when he wasn’t thinking straight. He
could have agreed to a ten mile run for all he knew.
What he did know for certain was that seeing Elizabeth hadn’t helped at all,
in fact it had made things worse. Seeing her in the flesh and catching the
occasional whiff of her perfume from across the room had just given him the urge
to grab her, kiss her until she couldn’t breathe, then throw her over the
briefing room table and make love to her.
But what on earth could he do about it? How could he stop himself feeling like
this?
“Rodney? Are you all right?” Elizabeth smiled at him.
“Er… yes, just a little tired,” he muttered, not meeting her eyes.
“You’ve been distracted all morning, are you sure there’s nothing the
matter? You can talk to me, you know.”
Not about this, I can’t, he thought helplessly. “I’ve got to go,”
he said quickly, gathering his papers and standing up. He turned and took a
couple of steps towards the door and was surprised to find Elizabeth blocking
his way.
“Rodney.” Her voice was gentle. “Tell me. You’ll feel better if you talk
about it.”
He risked looking up and found her smiling at him. “It can’t be that bad,”
she said quietly. “Unless of course, you’ve murdered Kavanaugh… though I
think I’d agree to mitigating circumstances if that was the case.”
“No, nothing like that,” he stammered. “It’s… it’s…” Go on,
she’s giving you the opportunity, say something! She’ll either slap you, or
kiss you. Either way it’ll cure the situation.
“Yes?”
“I… er… Elizabeth, I…” To his horror, he found he couldn’t… he
just couldn’t… Yes, he was a grade A, yellow-bellied coward.
“Rodney?” Her voice was beginning to resonate with a tinge of impatience.
For God’s sake, McKay, do something before you blow the opportunity
forever. You’ve got to do something now! He took a deep breath and acting
totally on impulse, dropped the papers in his hands, letting them scatter all
over the floor, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in for a bruising kiss.
It was everything he’d dreamed of and more. The feel of her tongue, her lips,
her warmth welcoming him in. Wait! She was kissing him back? And he hadn’t
been slapped across the face? He pulled back and stared at her with
astonishment. She was smiling. “But…” he mumbled.
Elizabeth frowned. “But what?” She let out a long sigh. “Rodney, your
normal eloquence seems to have deserted you, but if that kiss is anything to go
by, you can be dumbstruck more often.”
“But I didn’t think you’d want me,” he muttered, his voice hardly more
than a whisper.
She smiled and leaned in for another kiss. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
~~~~~~
They peeled away clothes, revealed secrets, discovered each other for the
first time. They touched, kissed, fell back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
Laughed, loved, became one. Completed each other.
Made reality better than a dream.