Fic: Memento
20 Mar 2007 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misaffectionLaura finds something under her bed...
SGA / Rodney McKay, Laura Cadman / Teen
She found it under her bed, when the rota sheet she’d dropped had wafted under, forcing her to kneel down and peer into the gloom to retrieve it. She’d picked up the paper and there it was – a single white sock.
It wasn’t hers, which she knew because all her socks were standard military issue; thin and grey, with a tendency to shrink in the wash. Laura sat back on her heels and stared at the random object, trying to think to whom it did belong.
The memory surfaced eventually, a recollection of a somewhat drunken evening after a mission that had involved a lot of walking. She’d been sent to her quarters after blabbing about her secret stock of liquorice and Rodney had been press ganged in making sure she came back. He’d moaned all the way, complaining about the fact his feet were already sore and she, being drunk and pedantic, had offered to massage them for him. He, being drunk and Rodney, had agreed.
Of course, any situation that involved her and Rodney was incendiary and this time they’d both had enough alcohol to wash away the usual reserves. Laura believed the phrase was “one thing led to another”.
Thinking of it now, Laura reflected that it’d had been a fun evening. She didn’t quite remember who’d made the first move, only that things had sort of exploded on their first kiss and before she’d really realised what was happening she’d been lying naked on the floor breathing Rodney’s name as he surged into her.
Sex with Rodney McKay was a hell of a lot better than she’d thought it would be. Those large hands were as talented at pressing her buttons as those on any number of Ancient devices, and his tongue capable of more than sarcastic comments.
Recalling it now, a few days later (and whoa she’d been really, really drunk then, hadn’t she?) she decided that it definitely warranted a second experience. Just in case the first was all down to blurry memories and too much alcohol.
Laura scrambled to her feet and jogged down to the lab. She found Rodney pouring over some new theory. She dropped the sock onto the keyboard of his laptop.
“You left this in my quarters,” she told him cheerfully, aware of the looks that particular statement got from the other scientists.
Rodney stared at the sock and then at Laura. “Excuse me?”
“That time you came round and I massaged your feet,” she explained. “Amongst other things.”
Now the looks were stares, and the fact Rodney had gone a curious shade of pink added to the interest.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Rodney stuttered, having obviously decided to play dumb.
Laura decided to call his bluff. “That’s a shame,” she said, modulating her voice so only he would hear her. “I was going to offer you another… massage.”
Rodney blinked and his pupils went very wide and he swallowed, hard. He glanced from her face down to the sock and back again.
“Really?” he managed finally, his voice cracking slightly.
“Uh huh. On one condition.”
“Yes. What?”
Laura grinned at him and retrieved the sock. “I get to keep this,” she waved it at him, “as a memento.”
SGA / Rodney McKay, Laura Cadman / Teen
She found it under her bed, when the rota sheet she’d dropped had wafted under, forcing her to kneel down and peer into the gloom to retrieve it. She’d picked up the paper and there it was – a single white sock.
It wasn’t hers, which she knew because all her socks were standard military issue; thin and grey, with a tendency to shrink in the wash. Laura sat back on her heels and stared at the random object, trying to think to whom it did belong.
The memory surfaced eventually, a recollection of a somewhat drunken evening after a mission that had involved a lot of walking. She’d been sent to her quarters after blabbing about her secret stock of liquorice and Rodney had been press ganged in making sure she came back. He’d moaned all the way, complaining about the fact his feet were already sore and she, being drunk and pedantic, had offered to massage them for him. He, being drunk and Rodney, had agreed.
Of course, any situation that involved her and Rodney was incendiary and this time they’d both had enough alcohol to wash away the usual reserves. Laura believed the phrase was “one thing led to another”.
Thinking of it now, Laura reflected that it’d had been a fun evening. She didn’t quite remember who’d made the first move, only that things had sort of exploded on their first kiss and before she’d really realised what was happening she’d been lying naked on the floor breathing Rodney’s name as he surged into her.
Sex with Rodney McKay was a hell of a lot better than she’d thought it would be. Those large hands were as talented at pressing her buttons as those on any number of Ancient devices, and his tongue capable of more than sarcastic comments.
Recalling it now, a few days later (and whoa she’d been really, really drunk then, hadn’t she?) she decided that it definitely warranted a second experience. Just in case the first was all down to blurry memories and too much alcohol.
Laura scrambled to her feet and jogged down to the lab. She found Rodney pouring over some new theory. She dropped the sock onto the keyboard of his laptop.
“You left this in my quarters,” she told him cheerfully, aware of the looks that particular statement got from the other scientists.
Rodney stared at the sock and then at Laura. “Excuse me?”
“That time you came round and I massaged your feet,” she explained. “Amongst other things.”
Now the looks were stares, and the fact Rodney had gone a curious shade of pink added to the interest.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Rodney stuttered, having obviously decided to play dumb.
Laura decided to call his bluff. “That’s a shame,” she said, modulating her voice so only he would hear her. “I was going to offer you another… massage.”
Rodney blinked and his pupils went very wide and he swallowed, hard. He glanced from her face down to the sock and back again.
“Really?” he managed finally, his voice cracking slightly.
“Uh huh. On one condition.”
“Yes. What?”
Laura grinned at him and retrieved the sock. “I get to keep this,” she waved it at him, “as a memento.”
