[Rodney - NDPD]
When sunlight began to stream into Rodney's hut in New Atlantis, falling across Jill's skin and warming her, she stretched languidly, waking up slowly. It was early still, probably too early to wake Rodney up, but Jill shifted a little closer in hopes that he might be awake enough for her to entice him into opening his eyes. Reaching over, her fingers trailed lightly over his chest, trying to wake him up without scaring the shit out of him, which she'd done before and definitely did not want to do again.
"Rodney," she murmured softly, leaning forward without opening her eyes. Her toes rubbed lightly against his calf and she ducked her head to press a kiss to his shoulder, hoping it might be enough to get him to realize what was going on. Rather than his shoulder, however, her mouth brushed up against something hard and she sat up, looking down at the box that was between them in the bed. The artwork was familiar and as she tilted it toward her, she couldn't help but let out a soft, delighted laugh.
It was the same kind toy she'd wanted when she was much younger. After refusing to watch anything but The Day the Earth Stood Still for more than a year, her mother had bought her a smaller version of the robot as a birthday present. Rather than playing with it, Jill had left it in the box, standing on a shelf in her room, utterly convinced that Gort would keep her safe.
It was a little silly now and she knew that a toy couldn't protect her, but she couldn't help the rush of nostalgia she felt upon looking at the robot.
"Rodney," she murmured softly, leaning forward without opening her eyes. Her toes rubbed lightly against his calf and she ducked her head to press a kiss to his shoulder, hoping it might be enough to get him to realize what was going on. Rather than his shoulder, however, her mouth brushed up against something hard and she sat up, looking down at the box that was between them in the bed. The artwork was familiar and as she tilted it toward her, she couldn't help but let out a soft, delighted laugh.
It was the same kind toy she'd wanted when she was much younger. After refusing to watch anything but The Day the Earth Stood Still for more than a year, her mother had bought her a smaller version of the robot as a birthday present. Rather than playing with it, Jill had left it in the box, standing on a shelf in her room, utterly convinced that Gort would keep her safe.
It was a little silly now and she knew that a toy couldn't protect her, but she couldn't help the rush of nostalgia she felt upon looking at the robot.