Word Count: 277
Summary: Lorne, Kavanagh, a puddle jumper and bad weather.
Prompt: Oct 4th challenge at slashing_lorne: 'Lorne and his lover in bad weather'. And ‘070: Storm’ for fanfic100.
Disclaimer Not mine.
Lorne looked at the bad weather front being displayed on the screen of the puddle jumper and shook his head in disappointment. He turned back to look at the only other passenger of the small ship, his shoulders slumped and a small frown tugging the corners of his mouth.
“Sorry Cal. This looks pretty bad. Even Colonel Sheppard would have difficulty flying in this. I could try to take off but it might be better to wait it out.” He said quietly, with the air of someone who felt they’ve failed themselves and others.
As expected his lover rushed to the front of the ‘jumper and flung his arms around the back of the chair and across Lorne’s waist in an attempt to be comforting. “Don’t be stupid. I like all my organs in one place. Thank you very much.” Kavanagh smirked. “Plus I hadn’t realised how spacious these things are at the back. I’m sure we can think of some way to occupy ourselves.” He added as he tugged at Lorne’s hands forcing him to get up.
Lorne made a show of resisting before sighing. “Ok, if you’re sure.”
Something in the soldier’s tone made Kavanagh pause. “You planned this!” He exclaimed in sudden realisation.
It was Lorne’s turn to smirk. “Maybe…hey if you want we can still go back…but think about it. Work? Or sex in an incredibly cool Ancient ship?” He answered, waving his hands about as if he were balancing out the options.
“I always knew you were smarter than you looked!” Kavanagh muttered, dragging him along to the back.
Lorne was going to protest, but he decided there were much better ways of getting his revenge.