SGA 3x05 Review: Progeny

[icarus]

Okay, if you're going to borrow, don't borrow from your own show.

Talk about Laaaaaame. Now I'm one of the people who liked the replicators plotline on SG-1 (until we got to repli-Carter, don't get me started) but having alternate replicator race? It's almost insulting. If this were a fanfic we'd harrass the author about their lack of originality.

The one good thing about this episode? The moment McKay pulled Sheppard's hair and the boyish-annoyed swat Sheppard gave him. So cute!

wildernessguru says: "This one wasn't worth the time downloading." About the swish-swat he smiled indulgently. "Yeah, that was slashy. I thought you guys would like it." He only rolled his eyes a little.

This is my last SGA episode for the next seven weeks. I'm only able to watch these because I've borrowed a computer from school and, as of next week -- school's out.

I'm so eager to see McKay And Mrs. Miller I may piddle. And Sunday, oh, that one's going to be a fanfic-writer's wet dream. And The Tao of Rodney, an episode devoted to Rodney-ness, yes. And The Game -- slash-writer's ahoy, this one looks to be John/Rodney heaven.

Seven weeks. Seven whole weeks.

*meep*

Comments

[shoemaster.livejournal.com]

There's only going to be another 5 episodes. Then we have the hiatus. *sulks* Then we'll all have to wait for the Canadians to hook us up with our new episodes in November (which is sooner than SciFi's January), assuming things go like they did last year.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

More, more, more!

Um.

You were saying? Canadians.

Hmm. I wonder if I can go visit my dad in Toronto this November....

Icarus

[alyndra]

I was so hoping that they weren't going to betray him and leave him furious with them while they went on their way totally oblivious to there being the slightest possibility of ever meeting him again, because HELLO THAT DID NOT WORK WELL LAST TIME, and for a while I even thought it might not happen, but then lo and behold. IT DID. *tears out hair and muffles screams*

*deep breaths*

Have you read Chelle's more recent John/Rodney stories? "Eptitude", in particular, has sex that is funny and clumsy and, well, inept, especially in the beginning.

"It can't be that hard, right?" Rodney asked. It couldn't be. The human race wouldn't still be here if sex was that difficult.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

The betrayal storyline is getting a bit old. Three episodes ago we had Michael. And we had Michael at the end of last season. Then there was the exact same story line in SG-1, season six. *eyeroll*

in particular, has sex that is funny and clumsy and, well, inept, especially in the beginning.

There is nothing I love more than some awkward sex, and Chelle has one of my all-time favorite Jack/Daniel pre-slash stories. *runs to read, tossing you grateful handfuls of chocolates*

Icarus

[enname.livejournal.com]

In true SGA fashion we have a good episode, followed by a not so good episode. Made more so by the fact that the previous one was good. Ahh, c'est la vie.

Good character moments, bad plot. Bad acting from the supporting cast as well.

Oh, oh and pretty episodes to come.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

In true SGA fashion we have a good episode, followed by a not so good episode.

So that means we get... variety? *toothy grin*

Oh, oh and pretty episodes to come.

Can't wait, can't wait at all.

Icarus

[rivier.livejournal.com]

There's really going to be an episode called The Tao of Rodney?

I may have to join you in the piddling. EeeEEEE!

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Isn't that cool! *mops floor* I won't spoil the the plotline, but it's even better than the title.

Well. Nothing could be better than the title.

Icarus

[cyanne]

I'm downloading and making dvds, more than happy to send them to you. Drop me a line at cyanne at southroad dot com.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Sold! God yes, absolutely, thank you.

In gratitude, I give you (and nufaciel who gave me the season premiere) porn:



It was the only way Rodney could get John to bottom.

A wash of bluish morning light filtered through the stained-glass windows that John always insisted be left open, the waves of Atlantis a distant steady rhythm below. His narrow shoulders cuddled deeper under Rodney's comforter with a satisfied sigh that evened out into soft breathing.

The first slide of Rodney's palm down his smooth side made John edge away, brows drawing together in a frown, his mouth a sleepy pout. He was ticklish when he was awake. Rodney found the hard line of his rather boney hipbone and traced it, curving around to his ass, and John relaxed.

Sheets whispering, Rodney leaned up, his elbow denting the pillow, watching John cautiously as John moved over to give Rodney more room. John was generous in his sleep. Rodney amused himself thinking his cat could make John roll out of bed. It was a good thing Rodney himself slept like a log.

His hand continued to smooth circles over John's ass, massaging, dipping down between John's thighs along his perineum, then sliding up to his balls, the hair coarse and damp. John's breathing hitched, became deeper and more audible. His chest rose and fell in time with Rodney's touch.

Inconveniently, John rolled onto his back, one knee raised.

With a wry snort Rodney retreated, fingers carding pleasantly through the hair on the back of John's leg. He traced the hard muscle across the top of his leg then back down to his inner thigh. He deepened the strokes, paused to explore the smooth patch between his legs, almost to his balls, and then returned.

John sniffed, his breathing quiet again, and Rodney looked up to find a faint glimmer of narrow slit-eyes blinking, uncomprehending. Rodney had learned that "eyes open" didn't necessarily mean John was awake. John could give orders in his sleep in a ringing clear voice, and only the fact that those orders made no sense whatsoever gave him away.

The thigh nearest Rodney slowly fell open, inviting, and Rodney cupped John's balls and his soft cock with a gentle squeeze. He edged closer to John, his breath short, feeling John's cock swell into a smooth mound under his palm. He stopped before John was fully hard. He'd learned that if he woke John up now, he'd find himself tumbled onto his back, his plans spoiled. He ran one hand up through the hair on John's stomach while he reached underneath to feel John's ass.

Sure enough, John responded, rolling back onto his side as he pressed his ass into Rodney's hand with a comfortable sigh. Jackpot.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

One hand on John's small cheek, Rodney precariously stretched for the lube on the end table… but couldn't… quite… reach. He made a swipe and knocked it with a clatter to the floor. He had gave up on his grip and leaned over the edge of the bed, flailing along the dark cold tiles till he found it.

"You know you just have to ask," John said, voice sleep-soaked. He stretched and ran the back of his hand across his face like a nine-year-old. There was a pattern of red indented lines from the pillow along his cheek and he was thoroughly mussed, dark hair flattened to one side.

"Shhh. I know you better than that, trust me."

John raised his eyebrows doubtfully.

"Go back to sleep. And, and-- be relaxed." Rodney fluttered his fingers at him.

"Mmkay." John's smile was small and pleased, eyes barely open, as he rolled back to his side with a lazy grunt.

Seconds passed as Rodney spread the lube on his hands, warming it carefully.

"Hurry up, McKay…." John complained.

"Now see? That's why I sneak up on you."

"I wanna get fucked," John whined.

Rodney paused, mouth open comically. "Uh."

"I like it when you do this."

With alacrity Rodney spooned up behind John, scrabbling the sheets out of the way. A reach-around found John hard as a rock. "You're more cooperative when you're asleep."

"I'm never asleep."

"And, well, I, um, I feel more…." Rodney said with rueful honestly, waving a hand to fill in the blanks.

"I know. I'll go back to sleep. I promise." He added, "I'll even snore if you like."

"You don't snore."

"Really?"

John pulled his arm away from his face, lifting his head up in boyish surprise.

"I've never heard you, although truthfully I'd probably sleep right through it-- and you're aware that you've completely spoiled the mood?" Rodney sighed.

"Hey, I'm not the one who dropped the lube," John growled, "and I'm still in the mood." He arched his back and rolled onto his stomach, the sheet sliding down to expose a well-muscled back, the cotton draping between the cheeks of his ass. "So fuck me already."

Rodney swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "Right."

(tbc)

[cyanne]

I love how they can snark and have hot sex at the same time, it's so them. I'm holding you to the (tbc), John so needs to get fucked. In the good way for a change. *g*