When Rodney figures out the multiple orgasm, all of Atlantis knows about it. He'll go on at length to anyone and everyone who will listen, because Jesus fuck. Multiple orgasms. Most people's reactions range from confused terror (Miko) to sly smirking (Ronon). John usually just looks amused and tries not to check out Rodney's fantastic rack.
But somehow, all this talk isn't nearly enough to prepare John for the morning he goes to Rodney's room to wake him up for an early mission, and sees him – her – spread out across the bed with one hand grasping the headboard for stability and the other buried between her legs. The whole room stinks of sex. Rodney looks exhausted, flushed and shaking, like he's been at this for hours, maybe all night, maybe ever since John saw him leave the lab the night before. The skin under his eyes looks bruised with lack of sleep.
Oh, John thinks. Multiple orgasms.
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Brain fried now.
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Yeah. That's... yeah.
Thank you for that.
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