Awkward positions and Saturday Panties on a Wednesday.

[no_russianbride]

There was a pile of laundry on her bed, actually clean and still a bit warm from the dryer toward the bottom of the pile. She had no clue how that had even happened since her quarters weren't exactly close to laundry service, but she managed it. She reached into the middle of the pile pulling a tank top out and tugging it on over her head as she

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[irish_sherlock]

Jim was bored. Again.

Carson had kicked him out of the lab, Rodney had fucking *reported* him for dicking with the sensors to track his movements throughout Atlantis and send them straight to his palm pilot, making it beep constantly, and Mike wasn't letting him pester Zalenka about taking apart any more of the puddle jumpers...the sounds of the sensors taking readings on Jumper 12 still played out the melody to "Smoke on the Water".

The worst part, though, was Mike not being around...on the mainland with Teyla. With a lack of a "playmate", Jim was left to his own devices...and that was dangerous, at least sometimes. Addie, however, wasn't even busy at the moment...Jim had hacked personnel files from his quarters and looked at her duty roster himself.

So it was that Jim let himself into her quarters, ambling in with arms swinging and cheeks puffing out with a long, dramatic sigh as he looked around for her. "Dimples?!?! Yo, Ruskie, where you at?"

"Ow!...Ow and OW!"Frowning at the grunts coming from the direction of the bathroom,

[no_russianbride]

Seeing Jim shouldn't have startled her, but really it had. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when he showed up in her bathroom teasing her. Once she got over the initial shock of it though she just laughed. Her hand went to her forehead pressing fingertips to her temple just laughing, "I needed more than a hand apparently."

Jim had her leg in hand and was pressing against the knick that she had sliced into her leg, "Thanks. All those years of doing this, and I still haven't gotten the hang of it, well I have, but it comes with a cost."

Laughing again she smiled over at him, "Hi. So... just in the neighborhood were we?"

[irish_sherlock]

"I was bored." Jim replied with a smirk. "And I was thinkin' about goin' in and screwing with the city's sensors to sound the gate alarm whenever Rodney enters the mess hall. But I'd prolly get busted down for that, so I came to see you."

Once the cut stopped bleeding, Jim set the towel aside and extended his hand for the razor silently. When she didn't give it to him and simply looked at him strangely, he grinned and leaned over to snatch it from her. "Gimme that...doctor here. Best leave legs *this* valuable to a professional."

[no_russianbride]

Addie had already noticed Jumper 12 had Jim's fingerprints all over it, and the thought of him tinkering around and messing with Rodney actually amused her. Her laugher hinted with her natural accent a bit, until she managed to quiet it a bit

[irish_sherlock]

"Since I happen to be intimately familiar with these legs...did I mention I'm a fan? Got a club and everything." Jim teased as he stretched over to rinse the razor, then gave his attention to carefully skimming the razor up her calf.

"Besides...I shave every day." he quipped, glancing up at her with a grin, his usual scruffy five o'clock shadow testifying to the exact opposite. "I'm good at it."

[no_russianbride]

Addie smiled, she really couldn't help it when she was around him. It was almost a permanent expression that just automatically came up when he was near her. It wasn't even just his teasing that brought it out in her, it was his smile, or the tone he had when he spoke. All of it seemed to put her at ease in some way or another, and she was getting rather used to his company having that affect on her.

"A club you say... I really hope the membership fees are high," she teased right back. He didn't have that much to shave anyway, she had already finished her one leg, and the knick was just a result of her own distraction.

His own comment regarding shaving cracked her up, making her lean forward and reach for his cheek, brushing the back of her hand to the scruff, "Mmm-Hmm. Yeah I can tell you're really good at it."

[irish_sherlock]

"Astronomical. The billions spent on the Stargate program? Half our dues, right there." Jim teased, running his hand up her calf to feel for anything he'd missed...and, of course, just to feel her up in general, which was never a bad thing.

At her crack about his shaving, he pretended to pout at her. "Hey...that's intentional. Chicks dig scruff, don't you know that?" he quipped, poking her shin playfully. "After all, you love my scruff. Don't lie...I think you told it so the other night in your sleep."

[no_russianbride]

"Hmmm... is that so? Maybe that was Mike, cause I am pretty sure I don't talk in my sleep." Addie pulled her leg away from Jim's light caressing, setting it firmly on the bathroom tile. She leaned over turning the water off and set all her stuff back onto the corner of the tub near the wall.

Shaking her head and smirking she laughed, "I'd come sit on your lap, but you are sitting atop my toilet, and really? That's not exactly lap sitting placement in my mind."

Standing up and tugging at the bottom of her tank top realizing suddenly that she wasn't exactly wearing all too much, she laughed again at the grin on his face, "Yeah I notice you're not complaining." Her hand reached for his trying to lure him out of the bathroom, her head glancing over her shoulder, "Help me fold clothes?"

[irish_sherlock]

"You talked in your sleep and proposed to my beard." Jim swore with a solemn nod, dark eyes twinkling. "I said it, so it must be true. And who says this ain't a prime lap location? I mean, I have a lap, right? Hell with the toilet, c'mere, missy..."

"Yeah I notice you're not complaining. Help me fold clothes?"

"Not complaining, no, I'm actually applauding. Encouraging, even." Jim replied with a grin as he openly ogled her. "Reccomending, even...that outfit? Totally gratuitous. You should just take it all off. All of it. And the clothes? Let's fold 'em and give 'em all to charity. You don't need 'em. Nudism gets a bad rap, ya know..."

[no_russianbride]

Addie grinned back at him, "Oh? Is that your recommendation? Is that your professional opinion?"

She was biting her lower lip, knowing full well that she was being a complete and total tease, "I'll have to take that under consideration." She laughed lightly walking backwards from the bathroom. She abandoned her attempt to simply lure him out with an offered hand, and opted to just go for broke.

"So this shirt? I shouldn't wear it anymore?" The expression on her face was a look of almost pure innocence and naivity, as her hands toyed with the bottom hem of the tank, lifting it slightly, "I thought it was kinda nice... but I mean you are making the recommendations here apparently."

[irish_sherlock]

Jim just sat, watching as she backed out of the bathroom, grinning like an idiot as she toyed with him. She was more than evil...she was a goddamn tease, and a sexy tease at that.

He waited until she seemed to think he wasn't going to move before he launched himself up and rushed her, catching her with an arm around the waist to swing her up, her back against his chest as he spun her around with a mock growl. "It is my professional medical opinion that all those damn clothes are doing all sorts of unhealthy shit to your immune system, blood flow, and oxygen intake. You should remove them at once. Or better yet? You should let *me* remove them. With my teeth. Y'know...bein' that I'm medically trained to treat things such as this."

[no_russianbride]

Addie was a mess of giggles and squirm at this point, feeling Jim poking at her ribs as he swung her about her room. It was probably too late at night to be making so much noise, but she was just glad to be at the end of the wing. Whoever was beside her quarters was probably used to the ruckus by this point, or if not they were filing for a transfer soon.

Her laughter was fading out a bit as she started to catch her breath. Her feet finally settled to the ground letting herself lean back against Jim, he ponytail now loose to her neck from all the goofing around. Her hand stretched up tugging the tie loose, then slinking up around Jim's neck pulling him down to kiss her as she twisted in his grip to face him.

Addie smiled into the kiss then pulled away, "Well... if it is life threatening, I should take the orders of the doctor."

[irish_sherlock]

Jim kissed her back, reaching up with one hand to tangle his fingers in her hair...those soft, dark gold strands that drove him batshit crazy every time he saw wispy tendrils escaping from her ponytails, or felt them brushing his face when she was kissing him.

"I love you." he rumbled, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you like...like a five year old loves Tootsie Rolls. Like a junkie loves heroin. Like Wimpy loves hamburgers, like Cookie Monster loves Girl Scouts. I mention that at all today, 'cause it's totally true."