SGA ficlet: Sam/Rodney/Teyla sammich!
Mar. 13th, 2007 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seldearPure silliness.
Over at Gateworld Forums, in the Rachel Luttrell/Teyla Emmagan WOW thread, they're doing a Teyla photomanip challenge for each episode of Atlantis.
And then they got to SGA: Grace Under Pressure, which is problematic in that it has no Teyla at all. Creativity was required!
sammich ficlet
Rodney jumps as he feels hands on his shoulder, massaging his neck. He turns around and met Teyla's dark, innocent gaze. She looks as though butter won't melt in her mouth.
"I thought that you might like some relief of your physical tension."
"Um...er... Okay, that's not the tension I'm thinking about relieving right now!" Rodney exclaims. His team-mate is wearing one of her usual tops, but it's wet and clinging to...curvy things, and he drags his eyes away from the neckline only to meet her mischievous gaze. Then he yelps as Sam slips her warm arms around his increasingly cold neck and presses up against his back.
He's getting warm now. Really warm.
"We only want to help, McKay..."
And then Teyla's drifting closer and Rodney's about to become the meat in a sandwich that he's never, ever even dreamed about
"Oh, God, oh, God... I mean, this is really hot - you're both incredibly hot and the only way it would get even better in here would be if... Oh, I'm not going to go there right now. But I'm kinda working on a tight schedule here and, no, really, why can't I get sandwiched some time when I haven't got a bump on the head and I'm not trying to work out how to survive in the freezing cold sea when the pressure of thousands of tonnes of seawater crushes this 'jumper like a beer can...?"
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*giggles*
Over at Gateworld Forums, in the Rachel Luttrell/Teyla Emmagan WOW thread, they're doing a Teyla photomanip challenge for each episode of Atlantis.
And then they got to SGA: Grace Under Pressure, which is problematic in that it has no Teyla at all. Creativity was required!
sammich ficlet
Rodney jumps as he feels hands on his shoulder, massaging his neck. He turns around and met Teyla's dark, innocent gaze. She looks as though butter won't melt in her mouth.
"I thought that you might like some relief of your physical tension."
"Um...er... Okay, that's not the tension I'm thinking about relieving right now!" Rodney exclaims. His team-mate is wearing one of her usual tops, but it's wet and clinging to...curvy things, and he drags his eyes away from the neckline only to meet her mischievous gaze. Then he yelps as Sam slips her warm arms around his increasingly cold neck and presses up against his back.
He's getting warm now. Really warm.
"We only want to help, McKay..."
And then Teyla's drifting closer and Rodney's about to become the meat in a sandwich that he's never, ever even dreamed about
"Oh, God, oh, God... I mean, this is really hot - you're both incredibly hot and the only way it would get even better in here would be if... Oh, I'm not going to go there right now. But I'm kinda working on a tight schedule here and, no, really, why can't I get sandwiched some time when I haven't got a bump on the head and I'm not trying to work out how to survive in the freezing cold sea when the pressure of thousands of tonnes of seawater crushes this 'jumper like a beer can...?"
--
*giggles*
