The Limitations of Force - by Zoe Rayne (NC-17)

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Show: SGA
Rec Category: Episode Related - "The Lost Boys" s2e10
Characters: John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex
Pairings: John/Teyla/Ronon
Categories: Slash, Het, Threesome f/m/m, PWP
Warnings: None - though Ronon and Teyla are hyped up on Wraith enzyme so you could argue dub-con, maybe.
Author on LJ: author not on LJ
Author's Website: Page on Wraithbait
Link: The Limitations of Force

Why This Must Be Read: Do you have your fire extinguisher or bucket of ice water handy? And cushions spread out so you don't score a concussion when you fall of your chair?  This gem starts and it doesn't stop!  Building in heat to OMFG! it doesn't let up until it reaches it climactic conclusion, where it leaves you gasping right along with the sweaty, exhausted participants.  Told from John's perspective, this fic gives you an explosive look at what happened one night when the team stayed at Casa da Ford.  Check out the excerpt or better yet, skip straight to the link and just dive right on in!


Excerpt:
They're just getting a good rhythm going, John's dick behaving like the rest of him, responding on automatic to the stimulus and not caring who's providing it, when suddenly Ronon's falling away from him, collapsing to the ground. John blinks, lets his arms drop to his sides, and tries to pull himself together enough to figure out what the hell happened.

Apparently, Teyla is what happened. Ronon's picking himself up off the ground, slow enough that John would worry that he was injured, except this is Ronon and John suspects it's just a ruse to get Teyla off her guard. It's not going to work. John could tell him that, if only he could figure out how to put together a complete sentence, but as it is he's still panting, his entire body simultaneously tingling and mourning the loss of Ronon's touch.

Teyla's eyes say she's spoiling for a fight. "You take far too many liberties with things that do not belong to you, Ronon Dex."

And that's just the push John needs to find his voice, "Hang on," he says, keeping his tone calm, "It's okay, Teyla."

"No, John, it is not," she says without looking at him, and her use of his first name gives him at least some insight into where her head's at right now. Ronon lunges and she dodges at the last second, but her fist connects somewhere vulnerable, because Ronon goes down, his breath escaping from him in a cross between a whimper and a wheeze, and she spins around to face John. "It is not okay."

He's about to reassure her when suddenly she's on him and he's pinned to the wall again, his hands alongside his thighs this time, and he can't focus on anything other than the soft press of her breasts and the way she's grinding her hips against him, encouraging him to shift one leg between hers.


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