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kathierif_ficTitle: Made for Walking
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kathierif_fic
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Teyla Emmagan
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: het. Shoe fetish.
Word Count: 1795
Summary: It's supposed to be a simple go-into-the-temple-beg-the-gods-rescue mission...but before they can do that, Teyla has to get dressed as one of these priestesses.
Author’s Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, for the foot/shoe fetish square.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to dial Atlantis, get Lorne and a team of Marines, and let them get Sheppard and Ronon back?” Rodney asked miserably and yanked at the tiny piece of fabric that was barely big enough to cover his most private body parts. It was the only article of clothing he was allowed to wear, if he wanted to enter the temple, and only if he and Teyla entered the temple and asked the Gods without being stuck down by lightning, the natives of MT4-806 would let their teammates go.
“Rodney,” Teyla said and tilted her head slightly. “We do not require Major Lorne to burn down the entire settlement in their search for Colonel Sheppard and Ronon. I believe we are able to handle this situation without their help.”
Rodney snapped his mouth shut and tugged at his loincloth again. “Why do I have to be the manservant?” he grumbled after a too short moment of silence.
Teyla gave him a pointed look. “Would you prefer to pretend to be a priestess?” she wanted to know and arched one of her eyebrows.
Rodney flushed a dull shade of red and nervously rubbed his hands together. “No, I guess not,” he admitted before taking a deep breath. “Shall we, then?” he asked, and Teyla nodded regally.
Rodney took another deep breath and slowly exhaled again. “Right,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “Dressing you. I can do that.”
Teyla lifted her arms and placed her hands on Rodney’s shoulders. He knew, almost immediately, what she intended to do, and bowed his head, to let his forehead touch hers.
Teyla gave him the hint of a smile and tugged at the knot in her robe, letting it fall with a soft whisper of fabric around her feet.
Standing naked in front of Rodney was something she had done before, and she felt no shame as his gaze caressed her entire body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. There was something close to reverence in his wide, blue eyes, and it sent a sliver of warmth through her entire body.
Rodney swallowed with some difficulty, but he managed to tear himself away from her and turned to retrieve the white ceremonial robe. He held it up and carefully slipped it over her head.
The garment, falling loosely around her slender frame, almost reached mid-thigh, the sleeves were long enough to cover her hands completely, and the material was soft and gentle against her skin. It was held together with a wide leather belt around her waist, and Rodney hesitantly tightened it until she nodded, to indicate that it was tight enough.
Following that, Rodney fastened various pieces of jewelry and adornments to her body and to her robe without hesitation.
Finally, the only thing left was a pair of knee-high, white boots.
“Um.” Rodney coughed and gesticulated vaguely. “You better hold on to something.”
It was the first thing he’d said since she’d dropped her robe, and it broke the spell the silence and their situation had woven around them.
“Certainly,” Teyla murmured and placed her hand on his broad shoulder.
He looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face, and then, he sank down to his knees in front of her. She caught his grimace at the motion, but to her great surprise, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he wrapped his big, competent hand around her ankle and lifted her foot to rest on his bare thigh while he reached for the first boot.
He lifted her foot again, his hand on the tendons at the back of her ankle, and managed to slide her toes into the boot. She stretched her leg a little, and Rodney’s hand left her ankle, brushed up her calf, and finally tugged the boot in place.
Teyla wriggled her toes within its confines and nodded. Rodney took it as the signal to continue.
Guiding Teyla’s foot to rest against his thigh again, he ran his fingertips over the smooth material until he reached the top of the boot. He traced a line along her knee cap and gave her a quick glance.
His face was flushed even darker than it had been when he’d seen her naked, but he didn’t wait for an order that she wasn’t sure she could give him. Instead he bent down again and began to tighten the laces, guiding them through the hooks and tugging at them to make sure they were just the way he wanted them, not too tight and never too loose.
Teyla let her head fall back. Rodney’s touch was muted through the leather, but she was still very aware of it. Every tug of bootlace, every brush of his fingertips to make sure the boot sat comfortably, every exhalation of his breath against the leather sent a tingle along her nerve endings, and when he reached the last set of hooks and crossed the laces one final time, to tie them into a careful bow, she was almost disappointed that the experience had ended.
Rodney looked up at her again. His eyes were an even brighter shade of blue in his flushed face, his mouth half-open.
The realization that he’d concentrated fully on the act of lacing up her boot, without thinking of anything else, and that he had enjoyed it as much as she had, hit her like a Wraith stunner to the stomach and made her gasp for air.
It also gave her an idea.
She reached out and cupped his face, her thumb brushing over his cheek in a gentle caress. Rodney’s eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth to blurt out something, but Teyla pressed her fingertips against his lips and deliberately shifted her foot from his thigh to the space where the loincloth covered his flesh.
Rodney squawked.
His hips twitched – to press against her boot, or to pull away, Teyla did not know. She allowed her fingertips to slip past Rodney’s lips and into his mouth, feeling the almost unbearable heat of his slick tongue curl against them and brush against the calloused pads.
The tip of her boot now rested against his loincloth, and a glance down told her that Rodney’s body was positively affected by the proximity. She nudged the loincloth away with her booted foot, exposing his cock, flushed and hard, to her view, and Rodney bit back a whimper that still echoed against her fingertips.
She gave him a predatory smile and shifted her boot against his erection carefully. She didn’t feel the wish to hurt him, merely wanted to tease him with her touch and letting herself enjoy the contrast of the white leather of her boot against the dark flush of his hard flesh.
Rodney groaned again and shifted, pushing him into closer contact with Teyla’s boot and rubbing himself against it carefully and hesitantly. A clear drop of fluid dropped onto the white leather, and Teyla felt a shiver of arousal run through her at the sight.
Rodney’s eyes had fallen half-closed, and a steady stream of soft whimpers escaped from around Teyla’s fingertips. Listening to these unexpected sounds sent a shiver of arousal through Teyla, sharp and powerful and perfect. She watched, enthralled, as Rodney reached down with his own hand, to press himself more firmly against her boot. His breathing came in short, moist gasps, his tongue still lapped at her fingertips, and sweat started to appear at his hairline.
Rodney squeezed his eyes tightly shut as orgasm managed to overwhelm him, and he turned his head away and rested his sweaty forehead against the inside of her knee. The white stripes of his release were almost invisible on the leather of her boot, only the drops that clung to the darker-shaded laces gave testament of what had just unexpectedly happened.
Teyla moved her hand from Rodney’s shoulder and rested it against the back of his neck, giving him time to regain his balance. The warm tingle of arousal in her hadn’t faded, and the sight of Rodney coming had intensified it, but she was patient and knew how to wait for her time.
Finally, Rodney lifted his head, and Teyla lifted her foot out of his lap.
Rodney blushed even darker, trying to stutter an apology, but Teyla just gave him a smile and lifted her second foot, to place it against his thigh.
“What about, you know?” Rodney asked and made a vague gesture in her direction. It sent a wave of affection through her, and she gave him a tender smile.
“I believe we should rescue Colonel Sheppard and Ronon first,” she told him and cupped her hand against his jaw again while wriggling her toes against his thigh.
“Right. Right.” Rodney hunched his shoulders and quickly reached for the other boot. He worked just as carefully with this one, tightening the laces, but he didn’t take this time and didn’t seek his own enjoyment out of the experience with this one. When he was done, he grimaced and used the corner of the robe Teyla had worn before to clean the worst of his come off her boot and himself before standing and yanking his loincloth back into place.
The flush hadn’t left his face, Teyla thought as she gave him a nod and turned to leave the hut they had been given to prepare for the ceremony.
Rodney quickly followed her, and they walked in silence toward the temple. When they reached the structure, Rodney’s hand shot out, to brush against her cloth-covered wrist.
“You know,” he started before shifting from one foot to the other and hunching his shoulders defensively again, a gesture so much more obvious by his state of undress. “If the Gods really strike us down now…not that I think that will happen…” He stopped and swallowed, his face flushing darker still. “Thank you.”
Teyla nodded and gave him another soft smile. “We will not get struck down by lightning.”
“I know.” Rodney rolled his eyes. “Anyway. Once we get Sheppard and Ronon back…I mean, when we return to Atlantis…you think you can keep these?” He nodded toward the boots, a mixture of trepidation and hopefulness on his face.
Teyla reached up and brushed her fingertips against his jaw again.
“Of course,” she said with a smile.
She didn’t admit that seeing Rodney on his knees, his hand so careful and so aroused while he tightened her bootlaces, had quickened her own pulse and had woken thoughts and emotions in her that she had to put aside for now while she concentrated on getting their teammates back; thoughts and emotions she planned on exploring later.
When they were home again.
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Teyla Emmagan
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: het. Shoe fetish.
Word Count: 1795
Summary: It's supposed to be a simple go-into-the-temple-beg-the-gods-rescue mission...but before they can do that, Teyla has to get dressed as one of these priestesses.
Author’s Notes: Written for
kink_bingo, for the foot/shoe fetish square.“Are you sure you don’t want me to dial Atlantis, get Lorne and a team of Marines, and let them get Sheppard and Ronon back?” Rodney asked miserably and yanked at the tiny piece of fabric that was barely big enough to cover his most private body parts. It was the only article of clothing he was allowed to wear, if he wanted to enter the temple, and only if he and Teyla entered the temple and asked the Gods without being stuck down by lightning, the natives of MT4-806 would let their teammates go.
“Rodney,” Teyla said and tilted her head slightly. “We do not require Major Lorne to burn down the entire settlement in their search for Colonel Sheppard and Ronon. I believe we are able to handle this situation without their help.”
Rodney snapped his mouth shut and tugged at his loincloth again. “Why do I have to be the manservant?” he grumbled after a too short moment of silence.
Teyla gave him a pointed look. “Would you prefer to pretend to be a priestess?” she wanted to know and arched one of her eyebrows.
Rodney flushed a dull shade of red and nervously rubbed his hands together. “No, I guess not,” he admitted before taking a deep breath. “Shall we, then?” he asked, and Teyla nodded regally.
Rodney took another deep breath and slowly exhaled again. “Right,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “Dressing you. I can do that.”
Teyla lifted her arms and placed her hands on Rodney’s shoulders. He knew, almost immediately, what she intended to do, and bowed his head, to let his forehead touch hers.
Teyla gave him the hint of a smile and tugged at the knot in her robe, letting it fall with a soft whisper of fabric around her feet.
Standing naked in front of Rodney was something she had done before, and she felt no shame as his gaze caressed her entire body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. There was something close to reverence in his wide, blue eyes, and it sent a sliver of warmth through her entire body.
Rodney swallowed with some difficulty, but he managed to tear himself away from her and turned to retrieve the white ceremonial robe. He held it up and carefully slipped it over her head.
The garment, falling loosely around her slender frame, almost reached mid-thigh, the sleeves were long enough to cover her hands completely, and the material was soft and gentle against her skin. It was held together with a wide leather belt around her waist, and Rodney hesitantly tightened it until she nodded, to indicate that it was tight enough.
Following that, Rodney fastened various pieces of jewelry and adornments to her body and to her robe without hesitation.
Finally, the only thing left was a pair of knee-high, white boots.
“Um.” Rodney coughed and gesticulated vaguely. “You better hold on to something.”
It was the first thing he’d said since she’d dropped her robe, and it broke the spell the silence and their situation had woven around them.
“Certainly,” Teyla murmured and placed her hand on his broad shoulder.
He looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face, and then, he sank down to his knees in front of her. She caught his grimace at the motion, but to her great surprise, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he wrapped his big, competent hand around her ankle and lifted her foot to rest on his bare thigh while he reached for the first boot.
He lifted her foot again, his hand on the tendons at the back of her ankle, and managed to slide her toes into the boot. She stretched her leg a little, and Rodney’s hand left her ankle, brushed up her calf, and finally tugged the boot in place.
Teyla wriggled her toes within its confines and nodded. Rodney took it as the signal to continue.
Guiding Teyla’s foot to rest against his thigh again, he ran his fingertips over the smooth material until he reached the top of the boot. He traced a line along her knee cap and gave her a quick glance.
His face was flushed even darker than it had been when he’d seen her naked, but he didn’t wait for an order that she wasn’t sure she could give him. Instead he bent down again and began to tighten the laces, guiding them through the hooks and tugging at them to make sure they were just the way he wanted them, not too tight and never too loose.
Teyla let her head fall back. Rodney’s touch was muted through the leather, but she was still very aware of it. Every tug of bootlace, every brush of his fingertips to make sure the boot sat comfortably, every exhalation of his breath against the leather sent a tingle along her nerve endings, and when he reached the last set of hooks and crossed the laces one final time, to tie them into a careful bow, she was almost disappointed that the experience had ended.
Rodney looked up at her again. His eyes were an even brighter shade of blue in his flushed face, his mouth half-open.
The realization that he’d concentrated fully on the act of lacing up her boot, without thinking of anything else, and that he had enjoyed it as much as she had, hit her like a Wraith stunner to the stomach and made her gasp for air.
It also gave her an idea.
She reached out and cupped his face, her thumb brushing over his cheek in a gentle caress. Rodney’s eyes widened slightly, and he opened his mouth to blurt out something, but Teyla pressed her fingertips against his lips and deliberately shifted her foot from his thigh to the space where the loincloth covered his flesh.
Rodney squawked.
His hips twitched – to press against her boot, or to pull away, Teyla did not know. She allowed her fingertips to slip past Rodney’s lips and into his mouth, feeling the almost unbearable heat of his slick tongue curl against them and brush against the calloused pads.
The tip of her boot now rested against his loincloth, and a glance down told her that Rodney’s body was positively affected by the proximity. She nudged the loincloth away with her booted foot, exposing his cock, flushed and hard, to her view, and Rodney bit back a whimper that still echoed against her fingertips.
She gave him a predatory smile and shifted her boot against his erection carefully. She didn’t feel the wish to hurt him, merely wanted to tease him with her touch and letting herself enjoy the contrast of the white leather of her boot against the dark flush of his hard flesh.
Rodney groaned again and shifted, pushing him into closer contact with Teyla’s boot and rubbing himself against it carefully and hesitantly. A clear drop of fluid dropped onto the white leather, and Teyla felt a shiver of arousal run through her at the sight.
Rodney’s eyes had fallen half-closed, and a steady stream of soft whimpers escaped from around Teyla’s fingertips. Listening to these unexpected sounds sent a shiver of arousal through Teyla, sharp and powerful and perfect. She watched, enthralled, as Rodney reached down with his own hand, to press himself more firmly against her boot. His breathing came in short, moist gasps, his tongue still lapped at her fingertips, and sweat started to appear at his hairline.
Rodney squeezed his eyes tightly shut as orgasm managed to overwhelm him, and he turned his head away and rested his sweaty forehead against the inside of her knee. The white stripes of his release were almost invisible on the leather of her boot, only the drops that clung to the darker-shaded laces gave testament of what had just unexpectedly happened.
Teyla moved her hand from Rodney’s shoulder and rested it against the back of his neck, giving him time to regain his balance. The warm tingle of arousal in her hadn’t faded, and the sight of Rodney coming had intensified it, but she was patient and knew how to wait for her time.
Finally, Rodney lifted his head, and Teyla lifted her foot out of his lap.
Rodney blushed even darker, trying to stutter an apology, but Teyla just gave him a smile and lifted her second foot, to place it against his thigh.
“What about, you know?” Rodney asked and made a vague gesture in her direction. It sent a wave of affection through her, and she gave him a tender smile.
“I believe we should rescue Colonel Sheppard and Ronon first,” she told him and cupped her hand against his jaw again while wriggling her toes against his thigh.
“Right. Right.” Rodney hunched his shoulders and quickly reached for the other boot. He worked just as carefully with this one, tightening the laces, but he didn’t take this time and didn’t seek his own enjoyment out of the experience with this one. When he was done, he grimaced and used the corner of the robe Teyla had worn before to clean the worst of his come off her boot and himself before standing and yanking his loincloth back into place.
The flush hadn’t left his face, Teyla thought as she gave him a nod and turned to leave the hut they had been given to prepare for the ceremony.
Rodney quickly followed her, and they walked in silence toward the temple. When they reached the structure, Rodney’s hand shot out, to brush against her cloth-covered wrist.
“You know,” he started before shifting from one foot to the other and hunching his shoulders defensively again, a gesture so much more obvious by his state of undress. “If the Gods really strike us down now…not that I think that will happen…” He stopped and swallowed, his face flushing darker still. “Thank you.”
Teyla nodded and gave him another soft smile. “We will not get struck down by lightning.”
“I know.” Rodney rolled his eyes. “Anyway. Once we get Sheppard and Ronon back…I mean, when we return to Atlantis…you think you can keep these?” He nodded toward the boots, a mixture of trepidation and hopefulness on his face.
Teyla reached up and brushed her fingertips against his jaw again.
“Of course,” she said with a smile.
She didn’t admit that seeing Rodney on his knees, his hand so careful and so aroused while he tightened her bootlaces, had quickened her own pulse and had woken thoughts and emotions in her that she had to put aside for now while she concentrated on getting their teammates back; thoughts and emotions she planned on exploring later.
When they were home again.
~end.
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Date: 2010-06-22 07:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-11 12:05 pm (UTC)Also, you're making me blush *blushes more*
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Date: 2010-07-11 12:06 pm (UTC)