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17 October 2005 @ 01:51 pm
Rodney/Ronon spam, in honor of wikiberry's request: lost, with spiders  
It was cold, a dry wintry cold, but high above in the forest canopy, Rodney could hear the patter of rain against leaves as big and thick as his body, and never mind everything else--the brilliant yellow toadstools that were releasing deadly spores into his lungs at this very moment; the deadly microscopic alien mites burrowing into his skin through the tree bark they leaned against; the gnawing hunger in his belly and his plummeting blood sugar; and oh yeah, the overall fact that they were *lost*, lost on an alien planet in a wilderness the size of Canada, and excuse him if he wondered aloud how a man supposedly capable of navigating dense jungle planets exactly like this in seven years of flight from the Wraith couldn't manage to get them back to the gate--never mind that, did the man have to *grope* Rodney, who hadn't gotten laid in--well, far longer than one might expect considering the broad swathe he'd cut in his youth.

"Stop doing that," he said, trying to inch away from the weight of Ronon's arm and the fit of his big annoying hand against the side of Rodney's neck, but the other man was clearly determined to maintain his pretense of huddling to conserve body heat, so Rodney sighed and settled in and tried not to notice how his own head had found its perfect jigsaw match in the juncture of Ronon's jaw and neck and shoulder. He'd assumed that Ronon had a big stupid thing for Sheppard, given the doglike way he dogged his heels, but the tickling of his dreadlocks and beard was getting more and more suggestive, almost enough to distract Rodney from the hunger and the sudden pressing question of whether there were spiders in the trees above them, and more than enough to distract him from the realization that he'd been narrating most of his thoughts aloud for the last fifteen minutes.

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sahirasahira on October 17th, 2005 09:07 pm (UTC)
Squee! I was just watching pirated Stargate.

I can picture this exact tableau! Would he be more concerned over the hunger or spiders???
Anna S.eliade on October 18th, 2005 12:12 am (UTC)
Spiders! No, wait--hunger! God, I have no idea...
Basingstoke: SGA - Rodney is thinkingbasingstoke on October 17th, 2005 09:19 pm (UTC)
*grin* yay!
Kreskres on October 17th, 2005 09:22 pm (UTC)
Heeeeee!

And yep, that's three lines.

And the ending...

*cracks up*
Bone: Ronon (close up)thisisbone on October 17th, 2005 09:59 pm (UTC)
HEE!!!!!!

Love the jigsaw puzzle fit. :)
"She Who Procrastinates"logovo on October 17th, 2005 10:03 pm (UTC)
and more than enough to distract him from the realization that he'd been narrating most of his thoughts aloud for the last fifteen minutes.

Bwah!!!
the upper echelons of mediocrity: Rodneythe_star_fish on October 17th, 2005 11:39 pm (UTC)
Ahahahaha!!! Delightful!!

(andthentheyhadsex)
Anna S.: rodney2eliade on October 18th, 2005 12:24 am (UTC)
(andthentheyhadsex)

Yes, yes they did.

"Oh god," Rodney groaned as Ronon pushed into him. "Yet another physical impossibility you can perform--how do you--never mind--you probably want me to shut up now."

"No. Keep talking."

"Yes, you go ahead and breathe for both of us. Previous lovers have commented on my lung capacity, you know." He gasped, almost belying his words, then regained his equilibrium. He lolled back against Ronon like a man in a comfy chair. "Apparently it's not normal for men to talk during sex. So say women, anyway, and all the men I've been with were certainly grunters. Though, grunts, not so many of them. Real military men don't stack up too well against fantasy, I've found, which is odd when you consider how bored they must get--paperwork, guard duty, figuring out new ways to bilk the taxpapers for the cost of phallically named missiles. Stinger, Harpoon, Sea Lance, or maybe that's Sea Bass, I don't--ohhhh."

Ronon grunted appropriately and then just about tossed him forward onto his hands and knees before pulling him back by the hips.

"That's incredibly rude--that's incredibly good," Rodney said, see-sawing from annoyance to approval in a rush.
astolatastolat on December 15th, 2005 06:01 pm (UTC)
Oh, oh, guh.
tiki b.: gigglestikiaceae on October 18th, 2005 07:48 am (UTC)
This is so very very cool. I am jumping up and down in joy. I'm so predictable.

On top of this cool ficlet, the bonus sex scene! Yay!

I love how McKay keeps talking and of course Ronon loves to hear him talk about phallically named missiles. Although poor Ronon probably has no idea wtf Stinger, Harpoon, Sea Lance/Bass are. *g*

Although I'm really really hoping the sex thing is happening in Atlantis because? Sex while spiders are hanging above you? *shudders* Eeeeeee!!! *shudders some more*

Thank you so much!
Anna S.eliade on October 18th, 2005 09:49 pm (UTC)
Sex under the spiders! I...don't know actually. ;)

What is your icon from?!
tiki b.: Grant/Jacktikiaceae on October 18th, 2005 11:40 pm (UTC)
It's from Trinity. He does a really adorable giggle early on in the episode.

Cute, huh? I could stare at him all day. *g*
nullabonanullabona on October 18th, 2005 01:33 pm (UTC)
Hee!Too cool!
Raven: Tattooraveninthewind on October 18th, 2005 09:18 pm (UTC)
*loves*

I do like this pairing. *g*

You caught the annoying-yet-endearing talkativeness that a lover would find insightful at times (says the person who was married to a man who et things stew).
_tanglewood_: Thud by Melyanna_tanglewood_ on October 18th, 2005 10:31 pm (UTC)
I love it all. And Ronon's been alone for 7 years. Of course he'd love the sound of McKay's voice and the never-ending one-sided conversations. ^_^ Don't have a reason for why I love them though. heh.
got a huge grin when I found the second part (the sex basically). Gah! Can't stop the fangirl impulses. Will shut up now. lol
cranberryink: rodneycranberryink on November 7th, 2005 08:05 am (UTC)
Oh, this was really fun! I have an odd, odd love for this odd, odd pairing. Thanks for the great fic!