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stargateficrecShows: SGA
Rec Category: threesomes+
Characters: John/Ronon, Rodney/Teyla, John/Rodney/Ronon, John/Rodney/Ronon/Teyla
Categories: M/M, F/M, M/M/M, F/M/M/M
Words: 2809
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:sabinelagrande
Author's Website: sabinelagrande on AO3
Link: All I Wanna Do Is on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This was written for Porn Battle, and it earns its rating! It's a complete AU with team AR1 as criminals - a heist team, who mix and match with each other in complex ways in their down time. It works really well, but be aware that this isn't a long-term relationship, although they all make it through okay. Hot, clever, and well written.
"How can I help you?" the clerk says, giving them a forced smile.
"That's better," he snaps, taking off his sunglasses. "Two rooms. Adjoining. Two nights. And don't give me any of that 'they're reserved' crap, I already talked to Cowen about it."
John figures she'd be expecting Rodney to try dropping names, but definitely not that one- Teyla's intel again. She straightens up a little, gets serious. "What name, sir?"
"Danny Bernoulli," he says, cracking his gum and grinning.
"And how will you be paying?"
Rodney reaches into his jacket and throws a roll of bills onto the counter. The clerk's eyes get wide, but she takes the money without hesitation.
There's some business behind the desk, with keys and papers and whatever. Rodney looks perfectly bored, rolling his eyes and sighing. He hooks a possessive arm around John's hips, yanking him closer and looking around, daring all of Clark County to start something. He paws at John shamelessly, like he wants everyone in the lobby to know who's in charge.
John turns his whole body towards Rodney, his hand on Rodney's waist, letting Rodney pull him in until John's all but wrapped around him. He leans his face right up close to Rodney's ear, whispering. The way Rodney leers at him, nobody in a ten mile radius could possibly concentrate hard enough to realize that he's actually talking into Rodney's Bluetooth, feeding information to the second team.
Rec Category: threesomes+
Characters: John/Ronon, Rodney/Teyla, John/Rodney/Ronon, John/Rodney/Ronon/Teyla
Categories: M/M, F/M, M/M/M, F/M/M/M
Words: 2809
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:
sabinelagrandeAuthor's Website: sabinelagrande on AO3
Link: All I Wanna Do Is on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This was written for Porn Battle, and it earns its rating! It's a complete AU with team AR1 as criminals - a heist team, who mix and match with each other in complex ways in their down time. It works really well, but be aware that this isn't a long-term relationship, although they all make it through okay. Hot, clever, and well written.
"How can I help you?" the clerk says, giving them a forced smile.
"That's better," he snaps, taking off his sunglasses. "Two rooms. Adjoining. Two nights. And don't give me any of that 'they're reserved' crap, I already talked to Cowen about it."
John figures she'd be expecting Rodney to try dropping names, but definitely not that one- Teyla's intel again. She straightens up a little, gets serious. "What name, sir?"
"Danny Bernoulli," he says, cracking his gum and grinning.
"And how will you be paying?"
Rodney reaches into his jacket and throws a roll of bills onto the counter. The clerk's eyes get wide, but she takes the money without hesitation.
There's some business behind the desk, with keys and papers and whatever. Rodney looks perfectly bored, rolling his eyes and sighing. He hooks a possessive arm around John's hips, yanking him closer and looking around, daring all of Clark County to start something. He paws at John shamelessly, like he wants everyone in the lobby to know who's in charge.
John turns his whole body towards Rodney, his hand on Rodney's waist, letting Rodney pull him in until John's all but wrapped around him. He leans his face right up close to Rodney's ear, whispering. The way Rodney leers at him, nobody in a ten mile radius could possibly concentrate hard enough to realize that he's actually talking into Rodney's Bluetooth, feeding information to the second team.
