Summary: As much as Rodney likes to blather on about ZedPMs and idiots and certain death during the day, he's tight-lipped about what he expects when John's got him in bed at night.
Summary: "It's like phone sex—oh, right, you have no idea. Just—just start by telling me what you like," Rodney said tapping his earpiece twice to activate the frequency. Teyla did the same.
Summary: "... I guess you're right. Mer has been different the last couple of times I've seen him. But still, I don't think last night would have happened without all that wine. I just can't imagine Mer doing something like that in front of me—in front of us—"
Summary: Ronon watches him struggle to raise his hand to Sheppard's. John reaches out and takes it and suddenly Ronon realizes he's witnessing something private, so much so he wants to look away, but something about the scene makes it impossible.
Summary: "Your jocularity knows no bounds, does it, Colonel?" Rodney said as he pulled off his shirt. "Simple. Like I said, we take turns. I write a word on your back, you have to guess the word. You don't guess it—that's a point for me. You get it right—that's a point for you. We can keep score in the dirt—"
Summary: Lorne and Sheppard are being investigated. When asked to explain what he means, Lorne responds, "I mean that the Colonel fucks me whenever he feels like it, sir."
Summary: John and Rodney try something new. Written for unamaga's fabulous Kamasutrathon. Warning: link contains illustrations that are definitely not worksafe. I went with this image as a prompt. Again, not worksafe.
Summary: As he walks up the long hallway toward freedom, John is vaguely aware of Elizabeth's voice. She's explaining to Rodney that their release only cost them a few extra bags of milled flax seed and some medical supplies. John knows it cost much, much more.
Summary: Not that he didn't want to do this, he'd just always thought he'd make his move when the time was right. But with someone else interested... John knew the time was right, now.
Summary: Yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow but a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day. Such is the salutation to the dawn.
Summary: complete crack. really. Takes place in the time that had to exist, medically, between Trio and Midway. featuring: an extremely drunk Sheppard and an exhausted McKay.
Summary: Rodney accepted that one day he might die on an alien planet...he just didn't want to be killed by giant bats...or giant anything for that matter. Not a death fic
Summary: "Obviously, you need some private time. I'll just leave you two alone," Rodney teased, hooking a thumb over his shoulder while backing toward the door.