I seriously don't even know.
Jan. 28th, 2009 05:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabinetzinTitle: Horticulture
Summary: Rodney's not allowed alone off-world anymore.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Word Count: 100
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, crackity crack crack, not brain safe
Pairing: John/the indigenous peoples of the Pegasus galaxy, Rodney/... um.
A/N: After the fic.
“I don't want to talk about it,” Rodney mumbles, looking resolutely at the floor of the jumper.
To be fair, nobody else wants to talk about it either. Everybody's used to finding John with his pants around his ankles behind some native, but Rodney is generally a little more restrained than that.
In fairness, though, John is usually behind some native human, or at least humanoid. They've never once caught John giving it to anything with little purple flowers and blue spines.
John leans over. “You've got leaves in your fly,” he tells Rodney quietly, resolutely not laughing.
A/N: So here's how this happened:
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shadowenangel: seriously. you could write a drabble about Rodney McKay sodomizing a small alien plant and it would be made of win
sabinelagrande: ...
sabinelagrande: don't tempt me.
But, of course, because she is a temptress, she did. And I just want to point out that I wrote this in the middle of the bioarch lab, while simultaneously carrying on a conversation about public health and leprosy.
Summary: Rodney's not allowed alone off-world anymore.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Word Count: 100
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, crackity crack crack, not brain safe
Pairing: John/the indigenous peoples of the Pegasus galaxy, Rodney/... um.
A/N: After the fic.
“I don't want to talk about it,” Rodney mumbles, looking resolutely at the floor of the jumper.
To be fair, nobody else wants to talk about it either. Everybody's used to finding John with his pants around his ankles behind some native, but Rodney is generally a little more restrained than that.
In fairness, though, John is usually behind some native human, or at least humanoid. They've never once caught John giving it to anything with little purple flowers and blue spines.
John leans over. “You've got leaves in your fly,” he tells Rodney quietly, resolutely not laughing.
A/N: So here's how this happened:
shadowenangel: seriously. you could write a drabble about Rodney McKay sodomizing a small alien plant and it would be made of winsabinelagrande: ...sabinelagrande: don't tempt me.But, of course, because she is a temptress, she did. And I just want to point out that I wrote this in the middle of the bioarch lab, while simultaneously carrying on a conversation about public health and leprosy.
