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Your Move, Doctor	By : DestinyBrighthope Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Stargate Atlantis Views: 1784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Jennifer
- 2-Rodney
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Your Move, Doctor

by Destiny Brighthope
Summary: Tired of waiting on Rodney to make the first move, Jennifer takes matters into her own hands. Boldly and literally.
Note: Originally posted on FFN. Here because of the great migration of 2012.

A finger to his lips silenced the man but briefly. Almost immediately his mouth compressed to form a "wh." To maintain that precious, vital quiet, there was nothing for it. She would have to kiss him.
"Mmm."
She honestly didn't know which of them had moaned. Not that it really mattered. Moaning didn't violate the rules of the game, nor sighs of pleasure, nor the wet sounds of their deepening kiss. Only fully-formed words were verboten. Only they would talk dear Rodney out of a good thing.
Jennifer had been debating her course of action for weeks, writing up lists of pros and cons—which she quickly destroyed—and reading up on the subject. Magazines like Cosmo scarcely helped. Oh, they gave her ideas and suggested techniques, but they assumed women had sex on the brain as often as men. Jennifer thought about it, sure, but she didn't obsess.
Discussing her audacious idea was out of the question. Some of the lustier marines could no doubt advise her, but the select few soldiers who had penetrated her circle were of the more reserved variety, the type of woman with whom Jennifer shared a natural camaraderie. The one soldier she worked up the courage to almost ask turned out to be surprisingly prudish. Just 'cause I like to have fun, Laura Cadman told her, doesn't mean I jump into bed with a lot of guys. A girl has to take care of herself.
Jennifer agreed, which was why, despite having thoroughly vetted his medical file—and thoroughly abused her authority in the process—she was determined to take things only so far tonight. No jumping into bed, even in the unlikely event that Rodney's lab had one.
She waited until her watch read 12:00 AM before striking. One o'clock would have been better. There was less chance of running into an overachieving junior scientist and being forced to explain her presence. But the longer she waited the more likely Rodney would be too tired to enjoy what she had in mind.
And she definitely wanted him to enjoy.
Assuming she went through with her plan, that is. She could still break it off, limit the encounter to a surprise midnight kiss. Rodney was as undemanding a suitor as she ever had. A wave as they passed in the corridor, a shy smile across the dining hall, a casual touch while treating him—these alone had held his interest for months. The kiss was already a dramatic leap forward in their relationship and would probably sustain him for the rest of the year. That was the problem. For a man who had once professed his love, he was irritatingly slow to act on it.
No, a simple kiss wouldn't do. She needed to wow him, to offer something that demanded reciprocity. Her cheeks burned as she considered her next move. The prospect was by no means unappealing. Quite the opposite; mere contemplation had turned to fantasizing weeks ago. Jennifer wanted this. But it would undeniably change their relationship, and not necessarily for the better. Suppose it all blew up in her face and wrecked even their friendship. Was it worth the risk? To that she had no answer.
So, after weeks of shilly-shallying, she arrived at the only decision she could: to abdicate responsibility and leave the choice to fate. If Rodney managed to take the hint and remained quiet, she would go through with it. If he spoke—even one word—she wouldn't. Simple as that. It was irrational, unfair to Rodney, and incredibly freeing to Jennifer. She needn't think, only act and leave the consequences for the morning.
Stop thinking, then, she chided herself and toyed with his hair. At some point during the kiss, the shocked scientist had regained enough of his wits to wrap his arms around Jennifer and pull her against him. Her arms had instinctively wound around his neck to tighten the embrace.
He stroked her back through her shirt, and she was tempted to stand still to see what he would do. But fate had spoken, and Rodney hadn't. So long as he stayed silent, he would receive his reward.
Jennifer broke off the kiss and stepped back half a pace. Rodney barely had time to catch his breath before she renewed her assault. Purrs of contentment rumbled in her throat as she trailed tiny kisses down his neck. She sucked at his Adam's apple, and he groaned.
"Shh." Her hands glided down the plane of his chest, pausing to take comfort in his rapidly beating heart. She wanted to rest her head against that chest, let that heartbeat lull her to sleep. One hand drifted lower, past his stomach and over the bulge in his pants. She rubbed gently, eliciting a hiss of pleasure that made her throb in anticipation.
Unzipping his fly, she reached inside and freed him. Then she sank to her knees.
Rodney swallowed hard but said nothing. Good boy.
Holding him in her grasp for the first time allowed her the chance to admire him, to demonstrate with her sparkling eyes and toothy grin how pleased she was with what she found. She didn't need the magazines to tell her that was important.
Had she been disappointed, she wouldn't have shown it. Love transcended the physical for Jennifer and nearly always had. Her acting skills, however, were unneeded. Suffice it to say, Rodney did not disappoint.
Slowly, deliberately she extended her tongue. The taste was not at all what she expected. Strong but not unpleasant with a few drops of Cowper's fluid adding a salty flavor to the mix. Masculine was the closest description she could find.
Her tongue swirled over the tip ever so gingerly. Then her mouth opened to accept just the crown. Rodney groaned, and she fought the impulse to look up. She opened wide and accepted more of his length. Her head began to bob, and only when she had established a rhythm did she raise her eyes again.
Rodney was in heaven. Though her ponytail was the perfect hairstyle for the job, he worked it loose. His fingers swept through her flowing golden locks, massaging her scalp and making it tingle. She released him long enough to let out a happy sigh.
Steadying herself against his thighs, Jennifer returned to her task. Her mouth formed a tight seal around him, and she could hear little moans escaping her throat. The ecstasy in Rodney's face was just as she had imagined, so too her sheer satisfaction at bringing pleasure to the man she loved. What she did not expect, even in her wildest fantasies, was to be so turned on by it.
Rodney's hips bucked as she picked up speed, and his breathing shallowed. He tried to push her away, but she held on. She took him as far as she could go, the tip nudging her soft palate, and sucked hard. With a strangled cry, he came.
While he recovered, she retrieved a handful of tissues from her pocket and disposed of the evidence. Carefully she wiped him clean and zippered him up, then rose and pressed a cool kiss to his cheek.
He reached for her, but she easily evaded capture.
Jennifer felt giddy and adventurous and so very sexy. On a whim, she broke her own rules. What the hell? It was too late to be disqualified. At the door, she turned back and fixed Rodney with her sultriest gaze. "Your move, Doctor," she said and was gone.
It took him four days to answer that challenge. In public they acted as if nothing had changed. They conversed as they always had, shared meals, attended briefings, even sat with other people at movie night. Whenever midnight rolled around, her eyes flitted nervously to the door, waiting, hoping.
For two of those nights, work kept her late. He knew better than to show up in her office. Distracting a doctor on duty was incredibly irresponsible, and the chance of being caught too great. She rushed back to her room as soon as she was able and searched in vain for any sign of a visit. Nothing.
On the fourth night, 12:00 AM came and went. She sighed and was just about to turn out the lights when her door sensor rang.
Rodney stood on the other side, and in her excitement Jennifer nearly broke the rules again.
Clucking his tongue, he reminded her quite vigorously how the game was played. Afterward as they lay sprawled in one another's arms, Jennifer more asleep than awake listening to the staccato beat of his heart, Rodney opened his mouth and spoke.
Jennifer chuckled. She couldn't agree more. Silence really was golden.

The End

And there you have it, Destiny's most...unique story to date. Hope you liked it, or at least didn't hate it. I'm tempted to go into more detail on just what happened after dear little Jennifer opened that door. We'll see.
Till next time, darlings,
Des
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