Drabble: SGA (McLorne)
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comment_fic prompt: Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any, like a moth to a flame.
Rodney heard the gentle clink of something being set down on his desk. He glanced to his left and saw a steaming cup of coffee. Without thinking, he picked up the mug and took greedy gulps. He checked his watch. It was late - too late for coffee, if you believed in that sort of thing.
He looked up and saw Major Evan Lorne standing next to him, grinning.
“Was that a bad idea, Doc?”
Rodney shook his head emphatically. “No. No, it was the best idea anyone’s had all day.” He took another sip, appreciating how dark the blend was, how strongly it had been brewed.
Lorne hadn’t left, had instead pulled up a stool next to Rodney’s desk, like he had nowhere to go.
“Isn’t it a little late for you?” Rodney asked.
Lorne shrugged. “I’m a bit of a night owl. Need a human lightswitch for anything?”
Rodney looked around. “Not...really.”
“Oh,” Lorne nodded, “What are you working on?”
“Why are you here?” It sounded more rude than he’d meant once the words had left Rodney’s mouth, but Lorne didn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, he looked amused.
“Just thought I’d bring you coffee, maybe spend some time with you. Do you want me to go?”
“No!” Rodney answered, perhaps a little too quickly. “I just...not a lot of people willingly spend time with me. That’s all.”
Lorne smiled, and in combination with his charming dimples and impossibly blue eyes, Rodney found himself a little flustered.
“What can I say, Doc? I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame.”
Rodney felt his face grow hot. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Rodney looked away from Lorne and into his empty coffee cup. “Would you want to go get...more coffee? And go somewhere else?”
“I’d love to.”
comment_fic prompt: Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any, like a moth to a flame.Rodney heard the gentle clink of something being set down on his desk. He glanced to his left and saw a steaming cup of coffee. Without thinking, he picked up the mug and took greedy gulps. He checked his watch. It was late - too late for coffee, if you believed in that sort of thing.
He looked up and saw Major Evan Lorne standing next to him, grinning.
“Was that a bad idea, Doc?”
Rodney shook his head emphatically. “No. No, it was the best idea anyone’s had all day.” He took another sip, appreciating how dark the blend was, how strongly it had been brewed.
Lorne hadn’t left, had instead pulled up a stool next to Rodney’s desk, like he had nowhere to go.
“Isn’t it a little late for you?” Rodney asked.
Lorne shrugged. “I’m a bit of a night owl. Need a human lightswitch for anything?”
Rodney looked around. “Not...really.”
“Oh,” Lorne nodded, “What are you working on?”
“Why are you here?” It sounded more rude than he’d meant once the words had left Rodney’s mouth, but Lorne didn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, he looked amused.
“Just thought I’d bring you coffee, maybe spend some time with you. Do you want me to go?”
“No!” Rodney answered, perhaps a little too quickly. “I just...not a lot of people willingly spend time with me. That’s all.”
Lorne smiled, and in combination with his charming dimples and impossibly blue eyes, Rodney found himself a little flustered.
“What can I say, Doc? I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame.”
Rodney felt his face grow hot. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Rodney looked away from Lorne and into his empty coffee cup. “Would you want to go get...more coffee? And go somewhere else?”
“I’d love to.”
