Vines (Rodney/Katie)
Title: Vines
Rating: Adult, I guess, light though. Very light.
Pairing: Rodney/Katie
The greenhouse is dark. Katie sighs, her head bumps against the glass, her sweat plasters her red hair down. The plants grow wildly here, no matter how carefully she tends them. They cover the walls and form the illusion of an alien forest. Katie opens her eyes. A vine curls down to her throat and mouth. Long red thorns extend from the smooth green stem. She puffs her cheeks and blows. The vine swings in a lazy circle like a pendulum.
"Katie?"
She slants her gaze toward the door. Rodney stands close to her.
"Are you all right? There aren't any weird pollens in here, are there?" He covers his nose and mouth with his collar, revealing a strip of his pale stomach. Katie smiles and allows him to pull her up.
"You're safe," she says and pushes Rodney's collar aside. None of her plants here will harm either her or him.
"Are you certain? Remember, I actually do read the reports you, Parrish, and Waters submit. I heard about th--" Katie kisses him, sealing her mouth against his. Rodney bends into the kiss immediately. His hand is warm against her sweat-sticky back. "We can't do this here," he half-protests.
"Yes, we can." The greenhouse is her own, attached to her apartment. Her assistants are gone, sleeping most like. She unzips his shirt and pulls him closer. The plants form a sanctum sanctorum, a forest glade, a never-never land. Katie lies down and Rodney follows her down.
The greenhouse is dark and hot and quiet save for her gasps and sighs. Rodney makes no sounds; he never does.
Later, after, Katie lies alone. Rodney has too much to oversee to stay with her within her enclave. She closes her eyes and sleeps, her shirt bunched beneath her head. And she dreams the vines grow and trap her, sleeping, within.
Rating: Adult, I guess, light though. Very light.
Pairing: Rodney/Katie
The greenhouse is dark. Katie sighs, her head bumps against the glass, her sweat plasters her red hair down. The plants grow wildly here, no matter how carefully she tends them. They cover the walls and form the illusion of an alien forest. Katie opens her eyes. A vine curls down to her throat and mouth. Long red thorns extend from the smooth green stem. She puffs her cheeks and blows. The vine swings in a lazy circle like a pendulum.
"Katie?"
She slants her gaze toward the door. Rodney stands close to her.
"Are you all right? There aren't any weird pollens in here, are there?" He covers his nose and mouth with his collar, revealing a strip of his pale stomach. Katie smiles and allows him to pull her up.
"You're safe," she says and pushes Rodney's collar aside. None of her plants here will harm either her or him.
"Are you certain? Remember, I actually do read the reports you, Parrish, and Waters submit. I heard about th--" Katie kisses him, sealing her mouth against his. Rodney bends into the kiss immediately. His hand is warm against her sweat-sticky back. "We can't do this here," he half-protests.
"Yes, we can." The greenhouse is her own, attached to her apartment. Her assistants are gone, sleeping most like. She unzips his shirt and pulls him closer. The plants form a sanctum sanctorum, a forest glade, a never-never land. Katie lies down and Rodney follows her down.
The greenhouse is dark and hot and quiet save for her gasps and sighs. Rodney makes no sounds; he never does.
Later, after, Katie lies alone. Rodney has too much to oversee to stay with her within her enclave. She closes her eyes and sleeps, her shirt bunched beneath her head. And she dreams the vines grow and trap her, sleeping, within.