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Gmail is being a bitch and not letting me send mail. Consequently, I cannot send Leah copies of any rejection letters and if I try to continue validating fic without the ability to send her copies of rejection letters, I will get very, very confused by what I have sent and what I haven't.
Well, that's my excuse for bailing, and I'm sticking to it.
::virtuous look::
Consequently, I'm doing the only thing that any sane and sensible person would do in the same circumstances.
Throwing a porn par-TAY in my el-JAY! Bring the champagne, people. But most importantly... bring the porn. Yes, people. Porn. Whatever porn you like.
Let's party like it's nineteen sixty-nine!
So... Sam/John/Rodney threesome anyone?
~*~
There has never been any doubt in Rodney's mind that Colonel Doctor Samantha Carter is hot. Seriously hot. As in 'seriously out of Rodney's league' hot.
She's smart too - although, obviously, not as smart as Rodney. That just adds to the overall attractiveness of the package but he's shallow enough to admit that since he doesn't know her that well on a personal level (and won't admit to any jealous appreciation of her skills on a professional level), in reality, it's mostly about the 'hot'.
And who can blame him? As well as being smart and sharp of tongue and wit, she's all bouncy, perky breasts and blonde curls, at least when her hair has grown out a little past regulation length.
Rodney's learned to appreciate hair that isn't quite chopped as short as it should be. It makes for something to hold onto when a talented mouth is wrapped around your dick and sucking your extremely talented brain out through it. Something to run your fingers through when that talented tongue slides into your mouth and wraps itself around your tongue instead.
Rodney has a thing for talented mouths as well as talented brains.
Samantha's mouth is talented but he'd never actually thought he'd ever see her put that talented mouth to use on anything but putting him firmly in his place. And for all that he'd... well, fantasised about Colonel Doctor Carter (both in her BDUs and in this cute, mid-thigh length white labcoat and nothing else, because Rodney is a traditionalist when it comes to the pornographic picture shows in his head), he'd never thought that any of those fantasies would come to fruition.
He'd never thought that he'd actually see her naked. Let alone naked and with her oh so very red and hot and glistening mouth wrapped around the cock of his other favourite fantasy.
But then John is nothing but persuasive, especially when it comes to the 'fairer' sex and apparently those persuasive skills even work on someone as smart and hot as Sam Carter. Rodney shouldn't be too surprised.
After all, they worked on him.
John's smart too. Very smart beneath the hair and the devil may care attitude. Smart enough to suggest this. Smart enough to engineer this - he and John naked with an equally naked Samantha Carter between them.
He's spoilt for choice, because there's Sam. Sam Carter with her brains and breasts and curves that would almost be enough to put him on the straight and narrow again, emphasis on 'straight'. But then there's John, with his smile and his hands, and his eyes that turn green in the dim light when he turns to smile at Rodney, and the uncurvy, hairy body that Rodney would never in a million years have expected to find sexy, but does anyway.
And a cock that's curving upwards as Sam raises her head and lets it slide out of her mouth with a soft, wet 'pop'.
Finding the cock sexy was a revelation. Liking to slide his hand along it, feeling the soft skin of it under his fingers even as it hardens beneath his touch, that was a hell of a surprise.
It's wet with her spit now, and his fingers slide easily along the length, John's hips arching up off the bed as he pushes into Rodney's grip in a rhythm that should be surprising in its familiarity but which isn't. Not any more.
It's surprising Sam though, her mouth opening in a smeared, pink 'oh'. He wants to wipe his thumb over the soft curve of her bottom lip and smear her lipstick further. He wants to kiss her, taste John's precome on her tongue.
He wants to fuck her, or John, or maybe both - fuck John while John fucks her and her short fingernails dig into their skin. The idea is incredibly hot and calculations fly through his head even as John's cock slips through his fingers; angles and trajectories and feats of engineering that will let him have both of them at the same time because he's discovering now that he's just greedy like that.
But first he lowers his head, and tastes Samantha on John rather than the other way around.
They'll figure something out. There are two hot and smart people in his bed, and two hot and smart people hot for him. But since he's not the one who's currently having his brain sucked out through his dick or fried by the sight of one man going down on another (and she whimpered, she actually whimpered when she saw that), he can put his brain to good use trying to decide which of the hot and smart people in his bed he's going to fuck first.
~*~
And, typically, while I was writing this, Gmail got up and running again, so I can no longer shirk my responsibilities.
Well, except for that one fic. That one I'm cheerfully palming off on Leah, cos she saw it first ::beam::
Well, that's my excuse for bailing, and I'm sticking to it.
::virtuous look::
Consequently, I'm doing the only thing that any sane and sensible person would do in the same circumstances.
Throwing a porn par-TAY in my el-JAY! Bring the champagne, people. But most importantly... bring the porn. Yes, people. Porn. Whatever porn you like.
Let's party like it's nineteen sixty-nine!
So... Sam/John/Rodney threesome anyone?
~*~
There has never been any doubt in Rodney's mind that Colonel Doctor Samantha Carter is hot. Seriously hot. As in 'seriously out of Rodney's league' hot.
She's smart too - although, obviously, not as smart as Rodney. That just adds to the overall attractiveness of the package but he's shallow enough to admit that since he doesn't know her that well on a personal level (and won't admit to any jealous appreciation of her skills on a professional level), in reality, it's mostly about the 'hot'.
And who can blame him? As well as being smart and sharp of tongue and wit, she's all bouncy, perky breasts and blonde curls, at least when her hair has grown out a little past regulation length.
Rodney's learned to appreciate hair that isn't quite chopped as short as it should be. It makes for something to hold onto when a talented mouth is wrapped around your dick and sucking your extremely talented brain out through it. Something to run your fingers through when that talented tongue slides into your mouth and wraps itself around your tongue instead.
Rodney has a thing for talented mouths as well as talented brains.
Samantha's mouth is talented but he'd never actually thought he'd ever see her put that talented mouth to use on anything but putting him firmly in his place. And for all that he'd... well, fantasised about Colonel Doctor Carter (both in her BDUs and in this cute, mid-thigh length white labcoat and nothing else, because Rodney is a traditionalist when it comes to the pornographic picture shows in his head), he'd never thought that any of those fantasies would come to fruition.
He'd never thought that he'd actually see her naked. Let alone naked and with her oh so very red and hot and glistening mouth wrapped around the cock of his other favourite fantasy.
But then John is nothing but persuasive, especially when it comes to the 'fairer' sex and apparently those persuasive skills even work on someone as smart and hot as Sam Carter. Rodney shouldn't be too surprised.
After all, they worked on him.
John's smart too. Very smart beneath the hair and the devil may care attitude. Smart enough to suggest this. Smart enough to engineer this - he and John naked with an equally naked Samantha Carter between them.
He's spoilt for choice, because there's Sam. Sam Carter with her brains and breasts and curves that would almost be enough to put him on the straight and narrow again, emphasis on 'straight'. But then there's John, with his smile and his hands, and his eyes that turn green in the dim light when he turns to smile at Rodney, and the uncurvy, hairy body that Rodney would never in a million years have expected to find sexy, but does anyway.
And a cock that's curving upwards as Sam raises her head and lets it slide out of her mouth with a soft, wet 'pop'.
Finding the cock sexy was a revelation. Liking to slide his hand along it, feeling the soft skin of it under his fingers even as it hardens beneath his touch, that was a hell of a surprise.
It's wet with her spit now, and his fingers slide easily along the length, John's hips arching up off the bed as he pushes into Rodney's grip in a rhythm that should be surprising in its familiarity but which isn't. Not any more.
It's surprising Sam though, her mouth opening in a smeared, pink 'oh'. He wants to wipe his thumb over the soft curve of her bottom lip and smear her lipstick further. He wants to kiss her, taste John's precome on her tongue.
He wants to fuck her, or John, or maybe both - fuck John while John fucks her and her short fingernails dig into their skin. The idea is incredibly hot and calculations fly through his head even as John's cock slips through his fingers; angles and trajectories and feats of engineering that will let him have both of them at the same time because he's discovering now that he's just greedy like that.
But first he lowers his head, and tastes Samantha on John rather than the other way around.
They'll figure something out. There are two hot and smart people in his bed, and two hot and smart people hot for him. But since he's not the one who's currently having his brain sucked out through his dick or fried by the sight of one man going down on another (and she whimpered, she actually whimpered when she saw that), he can put his brain to good use trying to decide which of the hot and smart people in his bed he's going to fuck first.
~*~
And, typically, while I was writing this, Gmail got up and running again, so I can no longer shirk my responsibilities.
Well, except for that one fic. That one I'm cheerfully palming off on Leah, cos she saw it first ::beam::
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I had wanted to write more, but I ran out of time. I still may add onto it. I seem to have a thing for Elizabeth going down on Teyla, not entirely sure why. It's best if I don't examine my girlporn preferences too closely, I think. Writing this stuff always cuts a little closer to home than the J/R stuff.
I'm glad you liked it, sweetie.
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Re: Part II
I tell you, I had some moments in writing Elizabeth/Ronon that felt a little too personal, as compared to writing John/Rodney. Kind of surprised me. *g*
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But with het or femslash, we usually have experienced some of the things that the characters are experiencing - we generally know what it feels like to be penetrated or have someone go down on you, at least from a woman's perspective, and so there's that lack of distance. There's always that wonder whether people reading it are going to assume that these are your reactions rather than the characters. There's always that wonder whether you really are projecting.
Which is weird when you think about it, because you don't generally feel that way when you're writing two men getting hot and sweaty together. But then it's more firmly in the realm of reality.
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He's stuck after reviving the plant, btw, if anyone has any hints. No, I have no idea what that means either ::g::
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Maybe we need to add another item to the list of "Why do women write m/m slash?" Because it's not quite as revealing as writing het.
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And I always draw on my own emotional landscape when I write. I don't have access to anyone else's.
But femslash hits closer to my own desires I think, or hits a rawer, more vulnerable part of myself. Plus, sometimes I miss sex with women so much I don't have words for it. That's probably part of it, too.
And once again, I've sliced myself open in a public forum.
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But femslash hits closer to my own desires I think, or hits a rawer, more vulnerable part of myself.
*pet*