No Touching
Title: No Touching
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters/Pairing: Lorne/Parrish, Sheppard, Ronon, Keller
Rating: PG
Word Count: 564
Prompt: Hurt Comfort Bingo: Sex Pollen
Happy holidays to scarlet_gryphon
slashing_lorne - 12 Days of Lorne
“What happened? What’s wrong with him?” Lorne asked, sliding to a halt on the slick tile floor of the infirmary beside Sheppard, who was rocking on his heels and grinning. He shouldn’t be grinning! He’d borrowed Lorne’s geek and broken him, the man should not be grinning!
Sheppard continued to smirk. “Well, he and Rodney got into a bit of an argument and they took a tumble down a hill and landed in some flowers.”
Evan ran a hand over his face. Broken limbs! A week before their holiday leave. They were supposed to have a honeymooon! “How badly was he hurt in the fall?”
“Oh, not at all. It’s just his nose.”
“What’s wrong with his nose?”
“It sort of got smashed by Ronon’s fist.”
“RONON PUNCHED MY BOTANIST?!?”
“Hey, shhh, calm down. He’s okay. He hardly feels it, really. He and Rodney are still flying high from the flowers. They both started making moves on Ronon, getting frisky, if you catch my drift, and the big guy started swinging. He’s very sorry. Aren’t you, Chewie?”
Lorne glared at Dex, sitting on a gurney nearby. “Very sorry,” Ronon grumbled, though he didn’t look apologetic.
Evan pushed past Sheppard to walk down the row of curtained treatment beds. Finding David, he walked up to the bed, looking his fiance over for permanent damages. His nose was a little swollen, but otherwise, he looked fine.
“Hi! I’m so glad to see you. Come here, I need to investigate the effects of this stuff before it wears off.” David held both hands out to him, beckoning with a waggle of all ten fingers.
“Oh, no. No monkey business now!” Doctor Keller chastised, coming up behind Evan. “We have a Class Two Sex Pollen Incident here, and there will be no cross-pollinating on my watch. Out, Major.”
“But... Look, Ronon broke my nose. I need comforting from my significant other,” David protested, letting his lower lip jut out and pouting at the doctor.
“He can comfort you from over there. No touching. You and Rodney already infected Ronon.”
David crossed his arms and glared after Jennifer as she left. “Evan...” he whined.
“I’m on duty, I can’t afford your sexy cooties. Look, I’ll come back later and I’ll bring you ice cream and I’ll cuddle with you, okay?”
“Ice cream?”
“Strawberry.” He seemed mollified by the promise, brightening considerably.
“I really want to touch you right now. In the name of science, that is.”
Evan laughed and shook his head. “In the name of science, my ass!”
“I like your ass.” David leered at him.
“I know you do. Stop thinking about it, you’ll get all worked up again, and I can’t do anything about it just yet.”
He stayed near the foot of the bed, talking to David about the flowers David had rolled in, their upcoming leave, the hut the Athosians had offered them on the beach for their stay, what they needed to pack and whether David was going to let Evan paint or not on their vacation. The argument about sex verses painting lasted about as long as David’s energy, he suddenly yawned and slumped back against the pillows.
“I’m so sleepy.”
“Then don’t fight it. Have a nap. I’ll come see you later.”
David yawned again and closed his eyes. “Thanks for staying with me. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
The End
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters/Pairing: Lorne/Parrish, Sheppard, Ronon, Keller
Rating: PG
Word Count: 564
Prompt: Hurt Comfort Bingo: Sex Pollen
Happy holidays to scarlet_gryphon
slashing_lorne - 12 Days of Lorne
“What happened? What’s wrong with him?” Lorne asked, sliding to a halt on the slick tile floor of the infirmary beside Sheppard, who was rocking on his heels and grinning. He shouldn’t be grinning! He’d borrowed Lorne’s geek and broken him, the man should not be grinning!
Sheppard continued to smirk. “Well, he and Rodney got into a bit of an argument and they took a tumble down a hill and landed in some flowers.”
Evan ran a hand over his face. Broken limbs! A week before their holiday leave. They were supposed to have a honeymooon! “How badly was he hurt in the fall?”
“Oh, not at all. It’s just his nose.”
“What’s wrong with his nose?”
“It sort of got smashed by Ronon’s fist.”
“RONON PUNCHED MY BOTANIST?!?”
“Hey, shhh, calm down. He’s okay. He hardly feels it, really. He and Rodney are still flying high from the flowers. They both started making moves on Ronon, getting frisky, if you catch my drift, and the big guy started swinging. He’s very sorry. Aren’t you, Chewie?”
Lorne glared at Dex, sitting on a gurney nearby. “Very sorry,” Ronon grumbled, though he didn’t look apologetic.
Evan pushed past Sheppard to walk down the row of curtained treatment beds. Finding David, he walked up to the bed, looking his fiance over for permanent damages. His nose was a little swollen, but otherwise, he looked fine.
“Hi! I’m so glad to see you. Come here, I need to investigate the effects of this stuff before it wears off.” David held both hands out to him, beckoning with a waggle of all ten fingers.
“Oh, no. No monkey business now!” Doctor Keller chastised, coming up behind Evan. “We have a Class Two Sex Pollen Incident here, and there will be no cross-pollinating on my watch. Out, Major.”
“But... Look, Ronon broke my nose. I need comforting from my significant other,” David protested, letting his lower lip jut out and pouting at the doctor.
“He can comfort you from over there. No touching. You and Rodney already infected Ronon.”
David crossed his arms and glared after Jennifer as she left. “Evan...” he whined.
“I’m on duty, I can’t afford your sexy cooties. Look, I’ll come back later and I’ll bring you ice cream and I’ll cuddle with you, okay?”
“Ice cream?”
“Strawberry.” He seemed mollified by the promise, brightening considerably.
“I really want to touch you right now. In the name of science, that is.”
Evan laughed and shook his head. “In the name of science, my ass!”
“I like your ass.” David leered at him.
“I know you do. Stop thinking about it, you’ll get all worked up again, and I can’t do anything about it just yet.”
He stayed near the foot of the bed, talking to David about the flowers David had rolled in, their upcoming leave, the hut the Athosians had offered them on the beach for their stay, what they needed to pack and whether David was going to let Evan paint or not on their vacation. The argument about sex verses painting lasted about as long as David’s energy, he suddenly yawned and slumped back against the pillows.
“I’m so sleepy.”
“Then don’t fight it. Have a nap. I’ll come see you later.”
David yawned again and closed his eyes. “Thanks for staying with me. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
The End