Bday Smut-a-thon: Cross-Pollination (SGA)
Title: Cross-Pollination
Fandom: SGA
Pairings: John/Rodney; Ronon/Elizabeth/Teyla
Rating: NC-17
Note: I was in the mood to write something dirty, and the lovely folks on my friendslist helped me out with suggestions, and I'm going to write as many of them as I can in a smutty celebration of my birthday, even though…it's already passed. Hey, it's still my birthday month! *g*
Summary: Those wacky botanists and their wacky experiments…oh, the unforeseen side effects! This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notpoetry who said, John & Rodney…and sex pollen in a greenhouse on Atlantis. I did pile on the characters--you know, just a little. :)
Warning: This could be one of those stories that doesn't seem to need a warning to me, but does to other people. If you're really very sensitive about issues of consent, maybe this isn't for you?
( He finished his pudding on the way, and was whistling under his breath as the greenhouse doors opened for him, and then he skidded to a stop. Rodney stood amidst a row of leafy greens, between the Swiss chard and some slightly wilted arugula, his pants pushed down past his hips… )
Fandom: SGA
Pairings: John/Rodney; Ronon/Elizabeth/Teyla
Rating: NC-17
Note: I was in the mood to write something dirty, and the lovely folks on my friendslist helped me out with suggestions, and I'm going to write as many of them as I can in a smutty celebration of my birthday, even though…it's already passed. Hey, it's still my birthday month! *g*
Summary: Those wacky botanists and their wacky experiments…oh, the unforeseen side effects! This was written for
notpoetry who said, John & Rodney…and sex pollen in a greenhouse on Atlantis. I did pile on the characters--you know, just a little. :)Warning: This could be one of those stories that doesn't seem to need a warning to me, but does to other people. If you're really very sensitive about issues of consent, maybe this isn't for you?
( He finished his pudding on the way, and was whistling under his breath as the greenhouse doors opened for him, and then he skidded to a stop. Rodney stood amidst a row of leafy greens, between the Swiss chard and some slightly wilted arugula, his pants pushed down past his hips… )