Lorne Fest, Fic, Lorne/Parrish, NC-17

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So very happy to make that my subject line...

Title: The Scent of Soil
Author: calcitrix
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Lorne/Parrish
Word count: 5,200
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Spoilery! Or rather, does not contain: AMTDI. Even though there's sex pollen.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate: Atlantis.
Prompt: Lorne/Parrish, Sex pollen


The open palm of desire--it wants everything...it wants soil as soft as summer, and the strength to push like spring.
---Paul Simon



Evan uses his gene to skip the chime and mentally pushes at the door instead. It slides open quickly, willingly. Parrish's room is dark, but the light from the corridor overlaps the square of moonlight shining through the wide balcony doors and throws shadows against the walls. Evan lets his eyes adjust, takes a breath, fingers tightening around the stem in his hand. He tries to breathe slowly but it's difficult; he feels like he's just stepped off a treadmill after a five mile run and his brain hasn't adjusted to the scenery moving again. Parrish steps into the room from the balcony, wiping soil from his hands and onto the front of his shirt. He walks closer to the door, squints against the harsh corridor lights. "Major Lorne?"

His voice makes Evan shiver. Curious, playful. God, does he even realize how seductive he can make those two words sound? Evan can't speak in turn, doesn't want to hear his own voice. Parrish speaks again. "Did you bring that for me, Major?" Evan watches his lips as they form the words and a moment later picks up on the meaning. He feels the rough stem against his palm and wishes it were Parrish's lips under his fingers instead. The thought pulls him into the room and the door closes behind him, cutting off the light from the corridor. Parrish blinks in the sudden dimness and Evan moves closer, lifting a hand to his face, tracing fingers from his jaw to his neck and down to his collarbone. Parrish lets out a little whuff of surprised air that Evan feels against his face. He runs his hand from collarbone to shoulder, down the sharp relief of Parrish's bicep and bony elbow and tugs his wrist, bringing his hand up. Evan places the flower in it, finally unclenching his fingers from around the stem. His fingers are stiff. He pauses a moment, staring at the dark petals, catching the spicy scent again now that it's nearer to his nose. Had he brought the flower for Parrish? He must have. Having transferred the flower, he doesn't release Parrish's wrist, as though his hands feel like they must clasp something.

Parrish is caught between examining the flower and examining Evan. Both are receiving confused looks, and Evan wishes he would speak again. Maybe smile. Parrish's smile is like the lights in the greenhouses, and Evan wants to bask in it whenever he can. There must be something he can do to make Parrish smile. But no, Parrish tugs at his wrist instead, frowning at Evan. Evan steps forward and Parrish stumbles back, arms pinned between their chests. Evan can feel Parrish's pulse speed up under his fingertips, nearly matching his own, which has been racing since...

Since he...

Something he can't remember.

Evan follows Parrish again when he steps back. Follows again, and once more, until Parrish is backed up against the far wall on the short side of the room. His eyes are wide, and even in the dim moonlight they are beautiful. "Major?" Parrish stares down at him, unblinking.

How much better would it be if he said his name? "It's Evan." He watches Parrish's lips, waiting, wanting to hear it, to feel it with his mouth against Parrish's throat. Evan leans up and presses his lips against the hollow just under Parrish's adam's apple. Parrish gasps and jerks his head against the wall with a dull thonk. Evan doesn't care. He moves his mouth along that long throat and under the sharp jaw and sucks and kisses and licks like he's hungered for this all his life.

"E-Evan, what are you doing?" Parrish stutters, sounding breathless. Evan moans, wanting to hear his name coming from that mouth again and again. He needs more--more contact, more skin. Their hands are still in the way, Evan's fingers still locked around Parrish's wrist. Evan takes the flower and throws it to the side, pressing up against Parrish and locking his fingers into his shirt instead. He feels the soft grit of dirt under his palm where David wiped his hand. He wants to press it into his skin, rub it with his fingers across David's stomach, watch it flake away and run in muddy rivulets onto the sheets from between their sweating skin. It smells lush, fervid, like David himself.

The lights come on in a flare of harsh brilliance; Parrish's freed hand waves over the switchplate on the wall. He looks down at Evan and parts his lips as if to speak. Evan thinks the lights out again and tugs on the front of Parrish's shirt, leaning up at the same time. Parrish tastes like honey, like wine, like the sweetest fruit on the farthest branch. Evan rolls his hips against Parrish's thigh; he can feel Parrish responding, feel his erection pressing against Evan's stomach. He wonders what that would taste like. Then he wonders what it would feel like. Evan whimpers, has to break the kiss in order to breathe, but he needs to keep contact, to keep tasting. His lips soon tingle from the stubble on Parrish's jaw and neck.

Parrish's hands land on Evan's shoulders, push ineffectually. "Evan," he says, gasping, "Evan, stop. This isn't you. Something's wrong."

Evan tilts his head back, lifts his eyes. But it is, he wants to say. This--this is exactly what he's wanted for so long and hasn't let himself have. This is what he denied himself since he came to Atlantis, when he realized what the city meant. But now--right now--he doesn't care. He wants. He needs--this. But the words are too much, too complicated. Instead he says, "Please, David." His voice sounds ragged in his ears. "Please, I'll do anything you want." Evan tightens his fingers in Parrish's shirt. He will. Anything Parrish wants. David,Evan repeats to himself, working his mouth around the sound again.

Eyes wide, David licks his lips. Clears his throat. When he finally speaks his voice is hoarse. "Get on the bed." Evan goes, missing the warmth and scent already but anticipating more. He'll do exactly as David asks. Evan perches on the edge of the bed and watches as David follows slowly, eyes scanning the dim room. Evan's hands grip the sheets. David stops in front of Evan. "Take off your shirt." Evan's pulse speeds up yet again. He lifts his uniform shirt over his head and throws it, fingers itching to reach out, David is so close. They're near the balcony windows now. In the moonlight David is beautiful, the lines of his face partly shadowed, features made even more bold in the darkness. The breeze from the window ripples across his exposed skin and Evan catches his breath. He aches for David to touch him so much it almost hurts.

It's a good minute before David speaks again. "Lie back," he says, and Evan does so with a sigh. He closes his eyes, wanting the touches to come as a surprise. Fingers brush his stomach just above his belt. He gasps and tries to stay still. There's the lightest pressure against his erection, the sound of his belt being unclipped. Then David pulls Evan's belt from its loops, and its edge rubs against Evan's pants and end of his cock the whole way. Evan bucks his hips and moans. He wants so many things at once--David's mouth on his cock, David's fingers inside of him, David inside him. It would be so good. David tells him to roll over; Evan whimpers and does as he's told. David straddles Evan's thighs; Evan wants to push back and feel the friction of David's cock, but David takes Evan's arms and holds them in the small of his back. Evan feels something circle his wrists, then hears a click. His belt. He tugs, but his wrists are held tight. He doesn't care, as long as David touches him more. But the weight of David leaves the back of his legs. Evan shifts, straining hopefully to hear the rustle of clothing coming off, but he can only hear his own ragged panting. Then David's voice in his ear. "I'm sorry, Evan." Evan snaps his eyes open and catches a glimpse of pure blue and pale lashes.

David disappears from Evan's view. Evan pleads with him to come back. "David," he says again and again. The breeze strokes his skin, but it's not David's fingers. Evan rolls his hips into the bed, but it's not David's mouth. "David, please," he says again, turning on his side and desperately searching the room.

David picks up his radio from where it was hidden under the leaves of a wide plant. He looks at Evan sadly. "I'm sorry," he whispers again. Then he clicks on the radio. "This is Doctor Parrish. I need a medical team and a military escort to my quarters." Evan lets his head fall back onto the bed and closes his eyes with a strangled cry.



***********


Two days later Evan is finally released from the infirmary along with the rest of his team. The others had been pulled from equally compromising situations as soon as Doctor Beckett realized what was going on with Evan. Of course, they hadn't been dragged out of a male scientist's quarters by Colonel Sheppard--not that Salinas, Reed, or Coughlin knew those details or were giving any of their own. Evan had read the reports, though. None of their partners had called for military back-up. But the alien substance in their systems needed to be flushed regardless, and Beckett insisted that the stew of adrenaline, serotonin, and endorphins it caused was dangerous--two-day-infirmary-stay-dangerous. It didn't stop Evan's team from ribbing him about being the only one to get turned down while high on sex pollen. He isn't sure the embarrassed flush will ever fade from his face.

Worse, Colonel Sheppard hadn't said a word about finding Evan. Not a thing. He visited, checked on Evan and his team, told them that Doctor Parrish had confirmed the alien substance in their blood was pollen, and that was that. More detailed report to follow. As in now. Evan delayed as long as possible, lingering over breakfast and taking a long hot shower that didn't make him feel any more ready to face the questions that were sure to come.

Evan stands in front of Sheppard's office door and takes a deep breath. Surely there's a protocol, something in the annals of SGC history that has taught them how to deal with didn't ask, didn't tell--found out accidentally due to aliens. Sheppard has certainly turned a blind eye to airmen and marines before, but he can't ignore this. Evan thinks at the door chime and is told to enter. Sheppard sits at his desk--although that paints a misleading picture of a military man hard at work. He's slouched in his chair, feet propped up on a second chair, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Sheppard puts his feet down and scoots the other chair out for Evan to sit.

"Lieutenant Cadman wants to go back to PR8-995 and give the town officials a stern talking to," Sheppard says with a smile.

"'Stern talking to,' sir?" Evan asks, trying to picture it.

"That wasn't exactly how she put it," Sheppard admits. "Let's just say we don't have enough C-4 for what she was planning. Also no one should look that happy about blowing up flowers."

Evan shakes his head slowly, caught off guard by Sheppard's humor. "They planted those damn flowers everywhere," he answers. "It was just our rotten luck to show up while they were blooming."

Sheppard taps the desk. "Yeah, Lieutenant Reed says that's why they were having their, ah, festival. He remembers someone telling him that much before things got a little fuzzy." He leans forward. "But he also thinks they planted them along the path from the Gate so that visitors would be more inclined to stay."

"Yeah, probably," Evan agrees with a grimace. Except that it was considered the biggest celebration of the year for those people--a celebration to renew life between cullings. Evan remembers that, too. "There were visitors there from other planets," he adds. "I think people go there, you know, on purpose." Evan shrugs. "We just got caught up in it."

Sheppard's face turns serious. "You could have stayed," he says. "The SGC wouldn't have held you responsible." Evan almost wishes they had.

But Evan shakes his head again. "Salinas and Coughlin wanted to." If Sheppard talked to Reed, he's surely gotten the rest of the story from the other two. Coughlin has forgiven Evan for stunning him; Salinas hasn't quite forgiven Reed for a rather spectacular punch to the jaw. "Reed wanted to get back to Atlantis," Evan continues. "His girlfriend--" Evan clears his throat, wishing he hadn't brought it up, "Sergeant Greene--would have killed him if we'd stayed."

"So you dragged them all the way back to the Gate?" Sheppard's mouth twitches into a smirk. Evan wishes he'd get the angry and-now-you're-going-back-to-Earth stuff out of the way.

"We stole a hand cart, sir," Evan mumbles. Parts of it are hazy, like remembering a dream. How desperate he felt, how hard it was to leave the town--everyone kept touching them, hands trailing along arms and shoulders and burning like sweet fire. Struggling to fight it, drawn even more strongly back toward the Gate, and David. Salinas and Coughlin waking up and realizing they were closer to Atlantis than the town and that they might as well keep going. Grabbing one of the flowers, lucid enough for a moment to know that something was wrong and the flowers were the cause. Forgetting about the flower by the time he was through the wormhole and in the nearest transporter, tapping on the screen to take him toward David's quarters. Parts of it are crystal clear. Every moment that he was touching David, begging to be touched. There's a sick sense to it, that it works that way.

Sheppard rubs his eyes and leans back. "All right, Major. Write it up for me. I need an official report." Evan stares at him, unable to believe that he's being dismissed. "Just until you got through the Gate," Sheppard adds. "You know how the SGC likes to see reports that finish with, 'And then they got home safely, the end.'"

"But it wasn't!" Evan blurts. Sheppard's eyebrows shoot up and Evan adds, "Sir, aren't you, uh, ignoring the elephant in the room?" It might be stupid, but Evan has to know or he'll be looking over his shoulder and squinting sideways at every little thing.

"The elephant?" Sheppard asks, as if he has no idea what Evan is talking about.

Evan licks his lips and looks Sheppard squarely in the eyes. "Doctor Parrish."

Sheppard lets out a bark of laughter. "Doctor Parrish is the least like an elephant of anyone on Atlantis," he says. "More like a giraffe."

Evan stifles the urge to kick him. "Sir, I'm serious."

"So am I, Major." He leans across the corner of the desk toward Evan. "I couldn't care less about where you ended up that night, or why. And the SGC and IOA don't need to know at all." Sheppard sighs and rubs at his hair. "You ever wonder why so many people signed up for a one-way trip to a distant galaxy? It wasn't necessarily a sense of adventure or because past mistakes wouldn't mean shit." He huffs his amusement at that. "Everyone on Atlantis--no matter why they're here--belongs here. And Earth or no Earth, we take care of our own." Evan feels the muscles in his shoulders loosen. Sheppard is telling him he can still have Atlantis, even if he can't have David. He kind of wants to hug Sheppard a little. "You know..." Sheppard is regarding him with a small smile. "I shouldn't say that I don't care, Major." He reaches over to punch Evan lightly on the shoulder. "You must like Doctor Parrish a lot to have made it all the way back to Atlantis, huh?"

Evan feels his face redden. He looks down at his hands in his lap. Sheppard laughs. "You'd better go talk to him." Evan scowls and Sheppard adds in mock seriousness, "Don't make me order you to." He will save the hug for later. Or never.

With a shrug, Evan replies, "I kinda laid my cards out on the table already, you know? There's not much left to say."

Sheppard crosses his arms over his chest and doesn't answer.


*******



Evan finishes out his extra two days off duty by avoiding as many people as possible, including David. Especially David. But it comes as no great surprise when Evan heads to the Jumper bay on his first morning back on duty prepared for an offworld mission only to find that his mission is to escort David to P5R-733. That would explain why Sheppard insisted on taking care of the mission rosters while Evan was restricted from duty. And why the mission brief was so vague. Reed and Coughlin are there, too, checking gear and chatting quietly.

Sergeant Coughlin grins at Evan and says brightly, "Good to be back on duty, isn't it, sir? It's about time we saw some action."

"Action?" Lieutenant Reed glances sideways at David, who's checking boxes in the back of the Jumper. "You sure have a low threshold for excitement." Evan can't help but smile; they've escorted David offworld before.

Coughlin's grin widens. "Yeah, but it's the first time I get to do an aerial recon of a whole planet."

"Wait--what?" Evan does a double-take. "That wasn't on my schedule."

"The Colonel said Doctor McKay requested it," Coughlin answers with a shrug. "Me and Reed in the jumper while you babysit the doc." Evan swears they're both smirking at him, but they couldn't possibly know. They certainly couldn't be in on some sort of plot. Could they? Maybe the pollen made him paranoid. More likely it's just Sheppard being Sheppard.

"It's fine," Evan says, picking up his gear. He heads into the Jumper and David looks up at the sound of his boots on the ramp.

"Oh. Evan." He swallows. Then his eyes slide past Evan's shoulders to Reed and Coughlin, coming up behind him. He clears his throat. "Major Lorne. Lieutenant, Sergeant. Glad to see you're..." He waves a hand instead of finishing the sentence.

Not sex-crazed lunatics anymore? Evan finishes silently. Sheppard was right. He should have talked to David. Should have apologized, at least. Well, there will be plenty of time, now. "We're fine," he says, resisting the urge to clap David on the shoulder as he passes. He would have, before. He beats Coughlin to the pilot's chair and shoots the Sergeant a glare. "You'll have her all to yourself later."

P5R-733 is a patchwork of brownish-blue rock and thick forest. The necessary information had been loaded into the Jumper before they left and Evan tracks their coordinates on the HUD to a lush valley on the far side of a mountain range. Though it's mid-morning for them, the sun is heading toward the horizon. Evan lands the Jumper in a clearing at the edge of the trees. "You're not going to have much time to do anything tonight," he calls to the back of the Jumper. He wonders if Sheppard planned this as well.

David pokes his head into the cockpit, looking confused. "Didn't you read your mission brief?" he asks. "The trees glow in the dark. That's why we're here."

Of course they do. "Colonel Sheppard must have left that out," Evan grumbles. He sighs and relinquishes the pilot's chair to Coughlin with a stern warning to take it easy. "I'm serious. No acrobatics. If you crash it's gonna take us a week to walk back to the Gate."

Coughlin puts his hands on the controls and grins like a maniac. "I'll take good care of her, sir."

Reed sighs and rolls his eyes at Evan. "I'll stun him and take over if I have to, sir."

Evan laughs and walks to the back of the Jumper, grabbing as many packs as he can carry from the bins. David's arms are loaded with boxes and bags of tools. "Got everything?" David nods, and they head outside. The Jumper lifts and turns toward the daylit side of the planet.

Then they're alone, and Evan realizes how uncomfortable it must be for David. "So," Evan says to relive the tension, " Tell me about the glowing trees." Talking about plants always relaxes David. They head to the edge of the forest, following an animal track while David explains that Lieutenant Cadman's team noticed patches of bioluminescence on their original reconnaissance of the planet.

"I wanted to come back right away," David says as they enter the trees, "But it was considered low priority. Something must have changed Doctor McKay's mind."

Yeah, Sheppard, Lorne thinks, eying the low-slung branches and thick leaves. There's a little clearing not too far along, and they deposit their gear on the ground. David is off in an instant, touching bark and peering at leaves, smelling flowers and making small exclamations of wonder. Evan feels a stab of jealousy. He turns away and begins to set up camp, not bothering with tents and simply slinging a small tarp between a few branches instead.

There's never much to do when he escorts David offworld except tag along behind and keep him from getting lost. Visiting unpopulated worlds means they're generally safe from the Wraith, and the worst animal life they've had to contend with was a grumpy bear-thing the size of a raccoon. Yet in the midst of what Coughlin and Reed call their "sleeper missions" (which is what they mostly do), David springs to life with so much energy Evan wonders how it all fits inside his wiry frame. He bounces ahead now and it's all Evan can do to keep up.

By the time the sun sets, the forest has taken on an eerie glow. The farthest ends of the trees' branches are lit like they're covered in fireflies. It's got David grinning from ear to ear, and Evan has to admit the effect is pretty cool. He lets David work for a while before he finally has to ask. "So what have you figured out so far, David?"

David swings his head around in surprise just as Evan realizes he used his first name. It's too late to take it back, though, and Evan hasn't been able to think of him as Parrish since that night. David blinks and turns back to the nearest tree. "There are flowers under the outermost leaves," he says, lifting one up to show Evan. "I'll have to take a look at the data from the Jumper tomorrow, but there must be something about the planet's magnetic field or the color of its sunlight that caused the plants to evolve bioluminescence to attract pollinators rather than big, showy flowers."

Evan always wishes he paid more attention in biology when he's around David, but he gets the gist of it. "Insects on Earth see patterns on flowers that only show up in ultraviolet light, right?" Evan asks, earning a grin from David that makes him flush.

"Yes. I'd guess the insects here are active at night. We should be able to see them soon." David looks up into the trees, a single glowing leaf held in his hand.

"See them?" Evan asks. "You think they glow, too?"

David holds out the leaf, and Evan takes a step closer. All along its edges are tiny holes seeping with glowing liquid. "Huh. Nectar?" Evan guesses. "And the bugs eat the glowing nectar." David nods and tucks the leaf into his carrying case, then wipes his hand across his shirt, leaving a smear of dirt across the front. He doesn't seem to notice.

Evan stares for a moment, then turns away. "Let's get lunch," he says, balling his hand into a fist to keep from reaching out to wipe at the dirt across David's stomach.

The first insects appear as they're pulling open their MREs. The sky above the little clearing fills with floating green and blue lights, some so high they blend in with the stars. It's enchanting, and in any other circumstance Evan would call it romantic. He avoids looking at David while he heats water for coffee and prepares a mug for both of them.

They lean back against a log and watch the show for a while in silence. It's almost comfortable, and Evan hates to disturb the tranquility. But he still hasn't apologized, and it's something he has to do. He takes a deep breath. "David." Evan waits for him to look over. "I'm sorry about what happened the other night. I--" he's not sure what to add. He's not sorry he kissed David. Not really.

David looks down at his coffee. "You didn't get in trouble, did you?" he asks quietly. "I was worried about that."

"No," Evan says, frowning. David should be angry, shouldn't he? Why don't these conversations go the way he expects them to? "Colonel Sheppard and I had a little talk and--" Evan shrugs. "It's not an issue."

"Good," David says. "I'm sorry too, Evan. If I didn't bother you all the time to bring me plant samples you would never have ended up in my quarters. I'm glad you didn't get into trouble because of me."

Evan stares at David, feeling a little lightheaded. "What?" he whispers.

David looks up. "You brought me the flower that night. It's why you came, isn't it? But then you were affected by the pollen and..." He blushes and looks away again.

Evan sets down his coffee carefully, stomach fluttering with hope. He reaches out to brush his fingers along David's cheek. David turns, startled. "Is that what you think?" he asks softly. "You just happened to be the nearest person around when the pollen kicked in?" Evan laughs and shakes his head. "We were affected almost as soon as we arrived on the planet. If I'd only wanted sex I would have stayed there. But I wanted--I wanted you." Evan smiles. "The flower was only because part of me knew that something was wrong."

"Oh," David says quietly. Then he leans in to kiss Evan, sweet and slow. This time David tastes like coffee, and spaghetti sauce, and cookies. Evan laughs against David's mouth. "What?" David asks, pulling back.

"This is much better without the pollen," Evan says. "But...why didn't you--?"

David looks offended that he would even ask. "What kind of creep would I be to take advantage of you like that?" He licks his lips. "Not that I wasn't tempted, believe me."

Evan leans in again and kisses along David's throat. "Tempted now?" he murmurs.

"Oh, god, yes," David breathes, pulling Evan up and toward the sleeping bags under the tarp. They manage to sit and take off their boots and socks before Evan slides against David again, tugging off his shirt and dislodging dirt. He wants skin, and now that he can have it he doesn't know where to start. He pulls off his own shirt and runs his hands over David's chest and stomach, lips and fingers greedily moving over every inch.

"What do you want, David?" Evan asks, murmuring against David's collarbone.

"Everything," David says sounding breathless. "Lie back," he says, and Evan shivers at the note of promise in his voice. Oh, this is so much better. Evan settles against the sleeping bag and closes his eyes. This time the brush of David's fingers against Evan's stomach isn't accidental. Evan hears David give a quiet huff of laughter when he unclips Evan's belt. He pulls the belt out slowly this time, dragging it purposefully down across Evan's erection. Evan moans. "I didn't mean to do that, last time," David says. "And I felt kind of guilty for being so turned on by it."

"I wasn't very coherent at that point," Evan admits. He rolls his hips a little as David works at his buttons. "I just really wanted you to fuck me." David's hands fumble and he swears under his breath. Then he tugs Evan's pants and underwear down, pulls them over his feet. His hands disappear then and Evan opens his eyes. David is kneeling, looking at him like he means to memorize every detail.

"You could be a little more naked," Evan suggests, though he's enjoying the view himself. David may not taste like honey and wine without the haze of pollen affecting Evan's senses, but he's just as beautiful. Watching him undress makes Evan's heart race faster than the pollen ever could.

Evan touches everywhere he can, lips and fingers finding the places that make David shiver and catch his breath. Hip bone, belly, thigh--Evan's sure there are a hundred more. He traces a path down David's stomach with his tongue, cataloging the faint taste of salt on skin. The lingering scent of soil across David's stomach is too much--he needs the rest of David now. He moves lower and David gasps Evan's name, and this--this is what Evan wants: the raw need in his voice, stumbling over the syllables, muscles shivering with each uttered repetition, unable to take a full breath and dropping letters until Evan's name becomes a wordless cry and David shudders beneath him.

Evan slides back up along David's sweat-slick skin, places kisses along his jaw. "When I said I wanted everything, I think I meant that," David says weakly. "Now--" He rolls, and Evan goes willingly, letting his head fall back on the ground. Beyond the edge of the tarp, the little spots of light still wave and dance against the sky.

Who needs sex pollen anyway, Evan wonders, when he has David, whose touch sends sparks down every nerve, whose voice and mouth and fingers are as soft as soil after rain yet strong as new shoots lifting toward the sun? He comes with the taste of David still in his mouth and the sound of his name on his lips.

They curl together, quiet, simply touching, breathing each other's air. It's a good while before Evan speaks. "Won't be night forever," he says. "You're missing the trees."

David hums a small laugh into the back of Evan's neck. "I can see them from here." Then Evan senses him grin. "Of course, the sun will rise here just after dinner time for us. I suppose I'd be done by then." He runs a hand along Evan's hip. "When will the Jumper get back?"

Evan snorts. "With Coughlin flying? We won't see them until tomorrow morning. Um, night. Whatever."

"Plenty of time, then." David sighs and sits up. "I never thought I'd be reluctant to study glowing trees," he laughs.

"Like you said--plenty of time." Evan sits up beside him and leans in for a kiss. "Trees first, then dinner," he says. "And then..." he leaves the sentence hanging between them like a promise.

Comments

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

My OTP, My Prompt, My most favourite cliche. I was squeaking at just the header.
Thankyou Thankyou Thankyou. Amazing. I love everything about this, Evan's drive to return to David, David not taking advantage, sneaky planning Sheppard and McKay, Glow-in-dark trees, hot outdoor sex.

I'm rec'cing Lorne over at stargateficrec for this month and I promised myself I wouldn't push Lorne/Parrish on everybody. You just made me break that promise.

I love you an awful lot for this. Look I even used my Parrish icon.

[calcitrix.livejournal.com]

\0/ I got the Parrish icon! I have a thing for sex pollen fics, too, and I love trying to think of little twists. I'm so glad you threw that prompt in there!

Hee, doesn't everyone love Lorne/Parrish??? *hearts*

[calcitrix.livejournal.com]

You just made me break that promise.

Oh, wow--you mean, like, now. I've never been instant recced before. *blushes*

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

yes, now. well about an hour ago anyway. You deserve it.

[fififolle]

*happy sigh*
Ah, this was wonderful! Quite captivating!

Glad to see you're..." He waves a hand instead of finishing the sentence.
Not sex-crazed lunatics anymore? Evan finishes silently.
Heee! Poor Lorne, he really went through the mill on this one.

I loved the way David was clever and stopped him at the beginning, that scene was so hot and fab! :)

Sheppard was funny, and yay for conspiracy, LOL.

Aw, happy ending, yay! Loved the glow-in-the-dark trees!!

[calcitrix.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! It was fun to write the semi-spaced out Lorne scene--I got to concentrate on totally different details than I normally would.

And Sheppard is way more devious than he looks.

[rivulet027.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was really well done. Actually that's probably the best sex pollen fic I've ever read. So glad David realized something was wrong and went from there. Love the idea of Sheppard setting them up!

[calcitrix.livejournal.com]

Wow, thank you so much!

[partners4life.livejournal.com]

Absolutely perfect.

[calcitrix.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[somehowunbroken]

This was really great! love that David recognized something was off, that Evan was so convinced he was going back to Earth and of course that they kissed and made up (among other things) at the end. Really well done!

[calcitrix.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! :)

[gottalovev.livejournal.com]

I loved this so much ♥

there's a special kind of raw need in sex!pollen and you got it so well here! your Lorne is fabulous and he's so sure he's going to get kicked out. I loved the idea of glowing trees btw and I'm totally charmed at Lorne and Parrish together.

the descriptions throughout are gorgeous!

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

This is made of win. I love it so much.