Which she suggested I post, so I am.
It''s set in her "On Life and Living" AU, which is one of my favorite Atlantis stories. Widower John Sheppard takes his daughter to the science museum and meets a cranky, not-terribly-likable scientist. Yet, John kind of likes him anyway.
This little ficlet is set after that story, so if you haven't read "On Life and Living" and don't want to be spoiled go here first
and read WesleysGirl's marvelous story.
The fic is PG 13. Set about four years after WesleysGirl's original fic.
Thank you to WesleysGirl for writing such a marvelously inspiring story.
"We learned about reproduction in school today," Kayla says, just before stuffing a whole french fry into her mouth.
"Oh." John tries to sound nonchalant, his eyes making contact with Rodney's. Kayla's 12 now, this is something he should have expected them to cover in school. It shouldn't bother him, really. He believes in sex education, besides he knows Jeannie went over all of that when it was time for the menstruation talk. He never imagined that at any point in his life he'd be grateful his boyfriend had a sister.
"I hope they got it right," Rodney says.
"Mrs. Anderson wouldn't answer any of my questions." Kayla picks up her milk and takes a long sip.
"Why not?" Rodney demands just as John asks, "What questions?"
"I asked about gay sex. She only talked about what men and women do and when I asked about gays and lesbians she said that she was teaching biology only, not human sexuality, and I should ask my parents."
John can't really blame a seventh grade science teacher for not wanting to tell kids how two men have sex. Hell, he doesn't want to talk about it.
"She should still have told you," Rodney says.
"Rodney," John says, because he thinks maybe the teacher had the right of it this time.
"What did you want to know?" Rodney asks, ignoring John's glare.
"Well..." Kayla pushes her broccoli around on her plate, poking for the best piece. "If a man and a woman have intercourse, and neither of you have a vagina, how do you have sex?"
That has to be at the very top of the list of questions John never, ever wanted to be asked by his daughter, but Rodney takes a drink of water and says, "Intercourse isn't the only way men and women have sex. Most of the things people do in bed together can be done by any two people, regardless of gender."
"Kissing, touching, holding each other, you don't have to be a man and a woman to do those things, and that's most of what people do when they make love," Rodney says, and John thinks maybe he has the best boyfriend ever.
"But how do you have orgasms?" Kayla asks.
John thinks about crawling under the table.
"A lot of ways," Rodney says, as though he's talking about how nebula are formed instead of explaining sex to their 12-year-old daughter. "Mutual masturbation, oral sex, frottage..." Rodney points his fork at Kayla. "When you find someone you care about and trust and start experimenting, remember mutual masturbation. You don't have to have intercourse to have sex, you know."
"Rodney," John says, more sharply than he'd intended.
"What? It's perfectly safe sex. No risk of pregnancy or disease."
"I don't even know what that is," Kayla says, looking between them.
"Touching," John says, softening his voice. "It's touching your partner's genitals."
"Oh, okay." Kayla spears a piece of broccoli and chews it, her expression dangerously thoughtful. "Are blowjobs oral sex?"
When John finds out who taught his daughter the term blowjob, he's going to strangle them. Except he knows he won't, but he kind of wants to.
"Yes," Rodney answers. "It's a slang term for fellatio, which is when a man or a woman sucks a man's penis. Oral sex performed on a woman is called cunnilingus."
"I thought so," Kayla says and goes back to eating.
The next few minutes pass in silence. Then Rodney says, "Kayla, the most important thing about sex isn't what you do, it's who you do it with. When people have sex, they're vulnerable, and you should always treat whoever you have sex with respectfully. Never try and pressure your partner into doing something he or she doesn't want to do, and don't let them pressure you."
"I won't," Kayla says before slurping down the rest of her milk.
"Good, but I'm still going to keep repeating it until you turn 21," Rodney says.
Kayla wipes her mouth with her napkin and asks, "May I be excused?" Evidently completely oblivious to what she's just done to her father.
"Sure," John says, not even telling her to come back in ten minutes to help clean up. She heads upstairs and John watches her, hoping she's not going to call her friends and tell them that a blowjob is the same thing as fellatio.
"That went well," Rodney says.
Picking up his plate, John carries it to the sink and scrapes the remains into the disposal. Rodney brings his over as well, although there isn't much to scrape. John leans his should against Rodney's. "She isn't supposed to be asking those questions yet."
Rodney slips an arm around his waist and kisses John's temple.
"You did a good job answering them though," John says, because Rodney did. He doesn't think even Elizabeth would've done better.
"I've been preparing since the bra shopping," Rodney says.
Chuckling, John shifts enough to kiss him full on the mouth. "I'm glad one of us was."
"Next time, I think we should make sure Jeannie's around."
"Oh, yeah," John says, sliding his arms around Rodney, holding him tight for a moment before turning to clean up the rest of the table.