Major Wooing (or How to Woo a Major in Ten Easy Steps)
Chapter 8
Summary: The sign on the door reads: Genius At Work.
7. Do what you say you're going to do but not more
'Show you do what you say you're going to do but don't pile on the favors that weren't asked for.'
Rodney believed this rule contradicted Rule Number 5 (small and thoughtful beats big and grandiose), as most gifts weren't asked for. He'd certainly gone to great lengths (and nearly provided prodigies to an orgy of willing women), to secure those 'small and thoughtful' gifts.
Whoever wrote the rules didn't seem to view logic in any linear sense.
"Harder!"
Rodney watched with fascination as his fingers pressed into muscles over the lean torso of pale, pale skin that was warm and quivering. Reaching up to shoulders and arms that held a quiet power, his fingertips traced over long lines and defined curves with reverence. Fingers raked along the spine and down to the display of hips that generated peculiar flutterings in Rodney's stomach. Moving back up, he explored the risings and dips over the ribs and smiled at the reaction. The Major was ticklish.
Hands flat, fingers reaching for as much of that delicious skin as possible, Rodney was glad the Major couldn't see his face. From the heat it was giving off, he knew he was blushing.
Pushing in, he exhaled softly, losing himself in the sensations of flesh on flesh and the scent of the Major that was as distinct as it was impossible to define.
"Right there, Rodney. Harder!" The Major moaned.
His fingers worked on the knot of muscles just below the left shoulder - evidence of the hard labor endured for twelve hours straight as punishment for entering a temple without prior approval from the local Elders.
"The sign was huge, how could you have missed it?"
"I didn't miss it - I couldn't read it!"
"Oh yeah…and the big, angry red letters didn't give you a clue?"
As Rodney continued with the massage, the Major groaned. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
"You gained a messed-up back." Rodney felt the need to point out. Again.
"And a back massage." The Major's smug smile and lecherous gaze was evident - even in profile.
Heat flushed Rodney's face once more at the look being directed his way. "I promised a massage and you promised Carson you'd take your medication and get some rest." He got up, threw the Major his shirt and headed for the door.
Perhaps whoever wrote this rule wasn't lacking in logic after all, but had learned that experience didn't always equate to logic. It was another interesting theory to test out.
"You're going?" The Major gave him the works - puppy dog eyes and that pout with the slightest hint of a smile on one side.
"I have work to do and you need your rest." Rodney gently admonished. It seemed the Major had not only gone through the last of the bogus files he'd set up, but he'd also disabled a number of the security alarms. Several ideas on how to keep the Major busy while he concluded his study were bouncing around his head.
"Rodney?" The Major asked in hushed tones.
"Yes?"
"Is that the evil scientist look you scared Ford with?"
"Does it work?"
"TEYLA!"
...tbc
