An Old Fashioned Date Night
Title: An Old Fashioned Date Night
Fandom: SGA
Characters/Pairing: Rodney McKay & Katie Brown
Orientation: Het
Rating: PG
Word Count: 770
Notes: for the gang that asked for botanist porn - be careful what you wish for.
Prompts: Kink bingo fill: "Vanilla Kink"
Rodney stood nervously outside the door to Katie’s quarters. She had asked him to arrive precisely at eight, and to dress in a suit and tie. He was instructed to bring flowers, chocolate and a bottle of wine. He felt ridiculous.
She opened the door and he blinked in surprise at her appearance. “Rodney, how lovely to see you! Do come in!” She stepped aside to let him pass.
He stepped inside and she went up on her tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Oh, are those for me? What a surprise!”
“But you said…”
Katie cut him off, spinning away, which made her skirt flare out in a wide circle around her. Rodney eyed her from head to toe, taking in the costume; he thought he remembered seeing Cadman in it at the last Halloween party. “What’s with the…?” He gestured to the red poodle skirt, bobby sox and pink sweater.
“Do you like it? I splurged a little with my rainy day money to get the skirt.” She twirled again, smiling up at him. He finally caught on that this was some kind of game.
“I think it’s lovely, Katie. These are for you, sweetheart.” He offered the flowers and candy, kissing her on the cheek when she leaned in to take them.
He must have done it right, she beamed a smile at him and then went to fuss over the flowers, and putting them in a vase of water she had ready at the center of the table. “So, what did you want to do tonight, dear?”
Moving to the desk, she picked up a thin red box he recognized as being from the Rec Room and gave it a shake and smiled hopefully. “Scrabble?”
He hated Scrabble, and Katie knew it. But this was some kind of fantasy of hers, so he played along. “If you like. Where is your corkscrew?” He held up the wine. If he had to put up with Scrabble, he was doing so with alcoholic reinforcement.
“Oh, Rodney, wine? Do we dare? We might get… frisky. And we’re all alone here, just the two of us.” Katie batted her eyelashes at him and handed him the corkscrew.
“I think we can risk it. Rack ‘em up, let’s have at it.” He pointed to the Scrabble box.
He lost. She gloated, clapping her hands in delight. Rodney felt like he was stuck in an episode of Happy Days with Katie and her bobby-soxer getup, ponytail and batting eyelashes.
After the game, Rodney suggested they take their wine and sit on the couch. Katie agreed and set up her Ipod on a speaker stand on the desk, filling the room with soft music.
“Now this is more like it.” Rodney said appreciatively as Katie dropped down on the couch beside him. Trying to keep up with the game he thought she was playing, he dropped an arm along the top of the sofa as he faked a yawn and then wrapped it around her.
“Rodney!” She slapped his knee but did not remove his arm.
He sipped his wine and listened to the music as she babbled on about the new plants in the nursery.
Growing weary of the game, Rodney leaned over and kissed her to shut her up. She batted at his shoulders. When he let her go, she gasped, “Why, I never! Doctor McKay, you are so forward!”
“Should I leave?”
Breaking character for a moment, she shook her head minutely. “You must promise to behave yourself!”
“And if I don’t?”
Her jaw dropped open and she stammered, “Well… I… just… oh!”
He reached out and caught her, dragging her across his lap. “Miss Brown, didn’t you know I’m a wolf? You just aren’t safe around me!” He bent his head and started kissing her neck as she put up a mock protest, squirming in his lap, trying NOT to get loose. She was really enjoying it, her breath was coming in short little gasps.
Rodney raised his head and took in her flushed face and blown pupils. “I don’t know how much more teasing I can take from you, Miss Brown. You’re driving me a little mad.” He dropped his voice to a whisper and asked close to her ear, “How much more can you take?”
She wriggled out of his grasp and sat up, sliding off his lap and standing up so quickly his head spun. She held out a hand and tossed her ponytail in the direction of her bedroom. “I think that’s enough, come on!”