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sabinetzinTitle: Untitled
Summary: The inexplicable Nahuatl fic.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Word Count: ~200
Rating/Warnings: R
Pairing: Team OT4
A/N: I'm not even sure what this is; it's based on a dream I had. The non-English sections are in Nahuatl, translation on mouse-over.
“Cuahuitl?” John said over the radio.
“Cihuatl,” Rodney corrected, sucking lightly on Teyla's neck.
“Cualli,” she replied, stroking his hair and tapping her earpiece. “Nictoca in cihtli.”
Two floors away, John looked at Ronon. “Did she just say she was burying my grandmother?”
“Watch your vowel length,” Rodney's voice warned.
Ronon shook his head. “She's hunting a- one of those little furry things. Long ears. Real jumpy.”
John sighed in frustration. “Since when does cihtli not mean grandmother?”
“Same root,” Ronon reminded him. “You can't tell the difference until they're inflected.”
Teyla sighed, making the radio crackle. “Cenca cualli, Ronon. But if I were to bury your grandmother-”
“Ticto:ca nocih,” Ronon said.
“Mocihtzin,” John said. “Have some respect.”
“Que:mah, cualli,” Teyla moaned as Rodney's tongue flicked across her nipple.
“Ahmo tame:chchiyah,” Rodney said, before throwing his earpiece away and kissing his way down her stomach.
“Tihua:lhuih,” John responded, and they ran the rest of the way to Teyla's room.
Summary: The inexplicable Nahuatl fic.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Word Count: ~200
Rating/Warnings: R
Pairing: Team OT4
A/N: I'm not even sure what this is; it's based on a dream I had. The non-English sections are in Nahuatl, translation on mouse-over.
“Cuahuitl?” John said over the radio.
“Cihuatl,” Rodney corrected, sucking lightly on Teyla's neck.
“Cualli,” she replied, stroking his hair and tapping her earpiece. “Nictoca in cihtli.”
Two floors away, John looked at Ronon. “Did she just say she was burying my grandmother?”
“Watch your vowel length,” Rodney's voice warned.
Ronon shook his head. “She's hunting a- one of those little furry things. Long ears. Real jumpy.”
John sighed in frustration. “Since when does cihtli not mean grandmother?”
“Same root,” Ronon reminded him. “You can't tell the difference until they're inflected.”
Teyla sighed, making the radio crackle. “Cenca cualli, Ronon. But if I were to bury your grandmother-”
“Ticto:ca nocih,” Ronon said.
“Mocihtzin,” John said. “Have some respect.”
“Que:mah, cualli,” Teyla moaned as Rodney's tongue flicked across her nipple.
“Ahmo tame:chchiyah,” Rodney said, before throwing his earpiece away and kissing his way down her stomach.
“Tihua:lhuih,” John responded, and they ran the rest of the way to Teyla's room.
