Wednesday: It's Raining, It's Pouring...
Welcome to Wednesday everybody. So, I am your intended host for this week, and while I am currently on a worryingly high dose of pain medication after a ruptured and later removed appendix (it’s not there anymore! Why does it still huuuuuurt?!) I will try to make these last two days as coherent as possible! Contact high from reading my post is
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The major, who had just finished packing up his paint supplies in answer to the first drops of rain. "See what, David?"
Parrish opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, shaking his head. "Just come see."
Tucking the case of paints under his arm, Lorne allowed himself to be half-dragged down the corridor in the direction of the greenhouses. They stopped at the door to Greenhouse Eleven, a tiny little room at the end of a pier that Parrish had more or less taken over.
With a dramatic flourish, the doctor opened the door, grinning.
It was raining inside the greenhouse.
Gentle drops fell on the plants, sliding along green leaves to form meandering streams along the built-in paths.
"The roof opens, like the Jumper bay!" said Parrish.
"It's beautiful," said Lorne, softly. "Wait, do you hear that?"
The sound of the rain hitting the pier outside increased but the force of the rain inside didn't change.
"Must be some sort of force field," the major suggested, noticing the faint glimmer where the rain hit. "What did McKay and Zelenka say?"
He turned back to Parrish, who looked slightly sheepish. "I haven't told them, yet," the other man admitted. "I love seeing rain on the flowers, and I... I wanted to show you first."
Lorne grinned and leaned in for a brief kiss. "Well, maybe we ought to keep this to ourselves for a while. Make sure it's safe."
Parrish pulled him in for a second, longer kiss. "Safe. Good thinking, major."
"Safety first, doctor," he replied, lacing their fingers together. "Does an hour sound like enough time?"
"Two, at least," the botanist said.
Lorne laughed. "Lead the way."
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