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Fic - SGA - Ajisai, or Love Among the Hydrangeas
Title: Ajisai, or Love Among the Hydrangeas
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skandrae
Word Count: ~2,500 (Part 1)
Pairing: Radek Zelenka/Miko Kusanagi
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: S2
Summary: If it weren't for the way Doctors Zelenka and Kusanagi wouldn't look at each other, wouldn't look at anyone, Major Lorne might have found the situation funny.
A/N: Written for the Cuff ‘Em, Vamp ‘Em, or Just Make ‘Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge. My prompt: Sex pollen
This is part one - part two will be up later on the 16th, but work commitments have forced me to post half now or give up completely, and I'm not keen on quitting.
Ajisai, or Love Among the Hydrangeas
If it weren't for the way Doctors Zelenka and Kusanagi wouldn't look at each other, wouldn't look at anyone, Major Lorne might have found the situation funny. Might have been able to joke about with them, tease them a little ("What happens offworld, stays offworld, right, Dr Z?"), deflect any real heavy embarrassment. It wasn't as if things like that hadn't happened to other SG teams, both on Earth and Atlantis.
As it was, the trip back to the Stargate was painfully silent.
Lorne spent the time trying, and failing, to mentally compose his mission report. Five days ago, the mission had seemed like a cakewalk: escort two members of the Science team to Menassa, repair some farm equipment, eat some home-cooked farm food, return to Atlantis. Heck, it wasn't even supposed to have been his mission; in theory, Colonel Sheppard's team, as the ones who made first contact and negotiated an alliance with the Menassans, should have gone.
Major Lorne wasn't a big fan of theory.
****
"Oh, for...How am I supposed to work here, Elizabeth, when I have to drop whatever I'm doing every ten minutes to run out and play Mr Fix-it on whatever backwater planet needs help re-inventing the water-wheel?"
Rodney's voice was, Radek reflected, a test of one's ability to tune out distraction. Prolonged exposure should, theoretically, render the hearer immune, but almost two years had proven not-quite-prolonged enough. He abandoned his computer to run simulations, and moved stealthily toward the coffee machine.
"I appreciate that you're busy, Rodney," and Dr Weir's voice was far more patient than McKay deserved. Still, "The Menassans' situation with their water collection facility is a bit more complicated than a water-wheel malfunction. And if they can't get it fixed before the rains start next week, their crops may not yield enough surplus for them to do any trading this year."
McKay made a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a pfffft. He had been fairly dismissive of the agrarian society's limited technology in his initial report a year ago. Menassa had no ZPMs, no Ancient relics or ruins, and their main export was a rice-like grain they called moa. And, while it had made a pleasant change from some of the other grains they had traded for, Rodney hated the taste and complained loudly ever time it was served.
"The Menassans are also aware that you're a busy man, Rodney," Dr Weir continued. "They don't wish to cause any inconvenience, they're simply requesting our help. In fact," Radek was sure he could hear a smirk underneath the even tone of her voice, "they were quite insistent that you not be bothered."
"Huh. They were?" McKay's voice lost a bit of its edge. "That's surprising."
"Amet Thersh seemed certain that anyone you sent would be a great help, and you needn't trouble yourself personally." Yes, definitely a smirk.
"Well, then, that's fine. " McKay was already casting his gaze over the lab, seeking out a victim. Radek suddenly wished he had not just poured the last cup of coffee, because he felt McKay's eyes on the back of his neck, and knew he was in trouble.
"Radek can go. He's not working on anything important at the moment."
Damn, damn, damn.
*****
In the end, Dr Kusanagi volunteered to accompany Radek to Menassa, pointing out in her soft voice that she had some experience with water collection and purification, and a lot of experience with rice. Radek was fairly certain that the rice part was supposed to be a joke, but sometimes with Miko it was hard to tell.
He knew that she hadn't been offworld since her original trip from the SGC, and her excitement at finally getting out of the lab was almost unbearable. She had packed tools he didn't even know they had on Atlantis, along with pads of paper, pencils, and an assortment of rulers and...other things he couldn't identify from the brief glimpse he caught before she crammed her backpack closed.
Waiting for Sgt Campbell to dial the Gate, she had bounced on her toes, fidgeting like a child. Compared to Major Lorne and the Marines who were accompanying them, Radek thought she looked kind of like a hummingbird, vibrating with anticipation. He thought it was kind of...well, adorable.
He wished, not for the first time, that her crush on McKay wasn't so painfully obvious. And then he reminded himself, for what felt like the billionth time, that he was in Atlantis to function as a scientist, not a lovesick teenager in a scientist's body.
****
Before Atlantis, the closest Miko Kusanagi had gotten to going offworld was brief stint at the SGC before being shipped off to Antarctica. Most of her time at Cheyenne Mountain had been spent in the labs, poring over technology brought back from various planets and reading reports made by her luckier colleagues who actually got to go through the Gate.
Coming to Atlantis had been like a dream, although the appearance of the Wraith had given it more of a nightmarish quality at times. Living in Atlantis, however, was a lot like her time at the SGC...lots of work in the labs and reading other people's reports.
Menassa was going to be hers. Her chance to make her mark, to prove that she was just as capable and clever as everyone else, that she deserved her place in Atlantis. It was going to be perfect. She was sure of it.
****
Menassa reminded Miko of rural Japan, sort of. Except for the parts where it was kind of like Egypt, with the deserts and hot sandy winds. If Japan and Egypt had had a passionate affair, Menassa would have been their love-child. Maybe.
At any rate, the Menassans were polite and friendly, and they were very happy that Dr McKay had sent someone else to work on the water collection facility, rather than coming in person. Miko got the feeling that Amet Thersh and the other elders had found Dr McKay's complete lack of tact offensive, but were too polite to say so directly. Years of living with her family had taught her to hear what wasn't being said just as clearly as what was.
The building that housed the malfunctioning unit was in the middle of an artistically organized collection of leafy shrubs the Menassans called miyu. From a distance, they appeared to be covered with globe-like flowers in every conceivable shade of blue, pink and purple. As they entered the grove, Miko stopped, running a hand over one of the blossoms.
"Ajisai," she murmured, amazed.
"Ama Kusanagi?" Amet Thersh stood beside her, his expression somewhere between concern and interest. "Is something wrong?"
She shook her head. "No, nothing. These just look very similar to a flower we have at home." The elder's expression cleared. They continued on their way to the collection building, although Miko kept looking at the almost-ajisai with what she was fairly certain was barely-concealed longing. Ajisai had been her favourite flower when she was growing up, and to find them on the other side of the galaxy, on her first trip offworld, made her a little homesick.
****
The problem with the collection facility turned out to be fairly easy to fix. Or so Dr Kusanagi claimed. Major Lorne hadn't understood half of what she and Zelenka had babbled back and forth, so he left them to their work and he and his men pitched in to help with the physical labour portion of the trip.
And there was a lot of physical labour involved. It reminded him a little of the summer he spent working for a landscaping company, mowing endless lawns and trimming endless hedges. The air was hot and humid, heavy with the promise of rain. There was a sense of urgency among the locals, an unspoken anxiety: will the rain come before we're ready, is all this work for nothing?
From what he understood of what Dr Kusanagi had explained, the Menassans relied on biannual rains to flood their farmland and combat the arid conditions of the surrounding land, kind of like Egypt relied on the yearly flooding of the Nile Delta for farming. Excess rain was routed to ten collection facilities, and used to irrigate the fields during the long periods between rains. It had to run through the collection facilities, rather than being stored in drums or tanks, because it was dangerous to leave the water standing. Apparently, still water equaled stagnating water, and there were a number of local parasites that flourished in stagnant water.
On the fourth day, the skies opened.
****
Radek breathed a sigh of relief, listening to the patter of rain on the roof. They had just finished their repairs, and Miko seemed confident that the modifications she had made to the system would prevent similar mishaps in the future. She was flushed and smiling, and he couldn't help smiling back. He radioed Major Lorne, to let him know that they were finished and would be making their way back to village.
There was a larger number of people than Radek would have expected strolling among the miyu. The rain didn't seem to bother anyone: in fact, he thought he saw a number of people dancing, twirling, and generally behaving like children. Half the people he saw had their faces buried in blossoms, drinking in the scent of rain-washed flowers. That included Miko, who had stepped off the path in front of him and was cupping a small hand around one of the large purple flowers.
"Oh, Dr Zelenka, you should smell this," she murmured, eyes half-closed. "It smells just like the ones in my grandparents' garden."
Radek bent his head to the blossom and inhaled deeply. What he smelled most was rain, but there was a fresh, greenish, perfume-like scent underneath the rain that he assumed was the smell she meant. It wasn't cloying, but it was pervasive...so much so that, when he lifted his head, he could still smell it as deeply as if his face were still buried in the flower itself.
"It is very pleasant," he said. "We have such a flower on Earth?"
"Oh, yes," she said, trailing her fingers over the diamond-shaped petals one last time before stepping back onto the path. "At least, I know we have them in Japan, and I'm fairly certain I have seen them elsewhere. Ajisai...they're called, ah..." her voiced trailed off for a moment, and he could see her flipping pages in her mental Japanese-English dictionary. "Hydrangeas."
"Ah," he said. "I had heard the name, but never seen one."
"My grandmother loved them," she said, turning her face up to the rain. "Jiya, my grandfather, planted them everywhere when they got married. I used to visit them during the rainy season, and Baba would leave the doors to the garden open so the smell would come into the house."
They made their way back to the village, with the scent of wet flowers heavy in the air.
****
Apparently, the Menassans took the first rainfall of the season very seriously.
There was feasting, and dancing, and spirits, both liquid and emotional, flowed freely. Miko restricted herself to one glass of the local specialty, a wine distilled from the moa that tasted a lot like sake, because she knew she had a tendency to turn bright red when drinking and was prone to hangovers that lasted for days. Also, she felt a bit light-headed already, although that might have had more to do with Dr Zelenka's presence than with the wine.
Everyone was sprawled out on the floor of the town hall, sitting cross-legged, propped up on colourful pillows. Dr Zelenka's knee was touching hers, and she could feel the heat of it through two layers of clothing. When they both reached for more pieces of sweet redfruit from the communal bowl, their fingers brushed against each other, and she almost dropped the fruit. It felt like a mild electrical shock, like his fingers had traveled though her body and left her empty when that touch was removed. She looked around furtively, hoping no one had noticed.
She saw a number of couples leaving the hall, arms wrapped around each other's waists. Amet Thersh and his wife, Ama Yui, were looking after one couple in particular with fond smiles. Ama Yui caught Miko's eye.
"Our youngest son," she explained. "He was married last month." Miko smiled and nodded. She wasn't sure what the significance was, but her response was apparently fine.
Major Lorne stood, making apologies for calling it an early night, joking that he and his men hadn't done so much physical labour in a long long time, and he didn't think he could keep his body upright much longer. The elders expressed their gratitude once again, and the Atlanteans made their way to the guest quarters.
Miko walked next to Radek, her arm brushing against his, and the shush-shush of fabric combined with the sudden thundering of her pulse. Her skin felt flushed and tight, like she was on fire from within. She had never been this aware of her desires toward him before, but now that she was thinking about them, she couldn't imagine how she had ignored her attraction to him. It was unnerving.
She said goodnight to the others, and quickly shut herself in her room. She breathed deeply, the way she had learned in archery class years before, trying to calm her mind and clear her thoughts, but every breath brought the scent of ajisai more deeply into her lungs. And now it was more than simply the flowers; it was Radek, too, that she was breathing in, and suddenly the room was too small, too tight.
The sliding doors at the end of her room led out onto the terrace, and she stood in the rain in her t-shirt and the soft woven trousers the Menassans had offered as sleepwear. The rain cooled her skin slightly, but she still burned inside. She wrapperd her arms tightly around herself, trying to contain the ache.
"Miko."
Radek's voice was soft, but there was an intensity to it that she had never heard before. He was standing in a doorway, and she realized she had forgotten their rooms shared the terrace. And the rain carried his scent toward her, mixing with the rain and the flowers that were nowhere near them, and it was all just too much.
She hadn't made a conscious decision to move toward him, and they were both soaking wet, so he must have stepped toward her, but all that mattered was that she was holding him, that her fingers were digging into his shoulders and the heat of his body was fanning the flame in hers. His lips burned a heated trail across her throat, and his hands smoothed over her back, and it was so right, so exactly what she had wanted for so long, that she stopped thinking altogether, and dragged him into her room.
Which is where Major Lorne found them the next morning.
Author:
skandraeWord Count: ~2,500 (Part 1)
Pairing: Radek Zelenka/Miko Kusanagi
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: S2
Summary: If it weren't for the way Doctors Zelenka and Kusanagi wouldn't look at each other, wouldn't look at anyone, Major Lorne might have found the situation funny.
A/N: Written for the Cuff ‘Em, Vamp ‘Em, or Just Make ‘Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge. My prompt: Sex pollen
This is part one - part two will be up later on the 16th, but work commitments have forced me to post half now or give up completely, and I'm not keen on quitting.
Ajisai, or Love Among the Hydrangeas
If it weren't for the way Doctors Zelenka and Kusanagi wouldn't look at each other, wouldn't look at anyone, Major Lorne might have found the situation funny. Might have been able to joke about with them, tease them a little ("What happens offworld, stays offworld, right, Dr Z?"), deflect any real heavy embarrassment. It wasn't as if things like that hadn't happened to other SG teams, both on Earth and Atlantis.
As it was, the trip back to the Stargate was painfully silent.
Lorne spent the time trying, and failing, to mentally compose his mission report. Five days ago, the mission had seemed like a cakewalk: escort two members of the Science team to Menassa, repair some farm equipment, eat some home-cooked farm food, return to Atlantis. Heck, it wasn't even supposed to have been his mission; in theory, Colonel Sheppard's team, as the ones who made first contact and negotiated an alliance with the Menassans, should have gone.
Major Lorne wasn't a big fan of theory.
****
"Oh, for...How am I supposed to work here, Elizabeth, when I have to drop whatever I'm doing every ten minutes to run out and play Mr Fix-it on whatever backwater planet needs help re-inventing the water-wheel?"
Rodney's voice was, Radek reflected, a test of one's ability to tune out distraction. Prolonged exposure should, theoretically, render the hearer immune, but almost two years had proven not-quite-prolonged enough. He abandoned his computer to run simulations, and moved stealthily toward the coffee machine.
"I appreciate that you're busy, Rodney," and Dr Weir's voice was far more patient than McKay deserved. Still, "The Menassans' situation with their water collection facility is a bit more complicated than a water-wheel malfunction. And if they can't get it fixed before the rains start next week, their crops may not yield enough surplus for them to do any trading this year."
McKay made a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a pfffft. He had been fairly dismissive of the agrarian society's limited technology in his initial report a year ago. Menassa had no ZPMs, no Ancient relics or ruins, and their main export was a rice-like grain they called moa. And, while it had made a pleasant change from some of the other grains they had traded for, Rodney hated the taste and complained loudly ever time it was served.
"The Menassans are also aware that you're a busy man, Rodney," Dr Weir continued. "They don't wish to cause any inconvenience, they're simply requesting our help. In fact," Radek was sure he could hear a smirk underneath the even tone of her voice, "they were quite insistent that you not be bothered."
"Huh. They were?" McKay's voice lost a bit of its edge. "That's surprising."
"Amet Thersh seemed certain that anyone you sent would be a great help, and you needn't trouble yourself personally." Yes, definitely a smirk.
"Well, then, that's fine. " McKay was already casting his gaze over the lab, seeking out a victim. Radek suddenly wished he had not just poured the last cup of coffee, because he felt McKay's eyes on the back of his neck, and knew he was in trouble.
"Radek can go. He's not working on anything important at the moment."
Damn, damn, damn.
*****
In the end, Dr Kusanagi volunteered to accompany Radek to Menassa, pointing out in her soft voice that she had some experience with water collection and purification, and a lot of experience with rice. Radek was fairly certain that the rice part was supposed to be a joke, but sometimes with Miko it was hard to tell.
He knew that she hadn't been offworld since her original trip from the SGC, and her excitement at finally getting out of the lab was almost unbearable. She had packed tools he didn't even know they had on Atlantis, along with pads of paper, pencils, and an assortment of rulers and...other things he couldn't identify from the brief glimpse he caught before she crammed her backpack closed.
Waiting for Sgt Campbell to dial the Gate, she had bounced on her toes, fidgeting like a child. Compared to Major Lorne and the Marines who were accompanying them, Radek thought she looked kind of like a hummingbird, vibrating with anticipation. He thought it was kind of...well, adorable.
He wished, not for the first time, that her crush on McKay wasn't so painfully obvious. And then he reminded himself, for what felt like the billionth time, that he was in Atlantis to function as a scientist, not a lovesick teenager in a scientist's body.
****
Before Atlantis, the closest Miko Kusanagi had gotten to going offworld was brief stint at the SGC before being shipped off to Antarctica. Most of her time at Cheyenne Mountain had been spent in the labs, poring over technology brought back from various planets and reading reports made by her luckier colleagues who actually got to go through the Gate.
Coming to Atlantis had been like a dream, although the appearance of the Wraith had given it more of a nightmarish quality at times. Living in Atlantis, however, was a lot like her time at the SGC...lots of work in the labs and reading other people's reports.
Menassa was going to be hers. Her chance to make her mark, to prove that she was just as capable and clever as everyone else, that she deserved her place in Atlantis. It was going to be perfect. She was sure of it.
****
Menassa reminded Miko of rural Japan, sort of. Except for the parts where it was kind of like Egypt, with the deserts and hot sandy winds. If Japan and Egypt had had a passionate affair, Menassa would have been their love-child. Maybe.
At any rate, the Menassans were polite and friendly, and they were very happy that Dr McKay had sent someone else to work on the water collection facility, rather than coming in person. Miko got the feeling that Amet Thersh and the other elders had found Dr McKay's complete lack of tact offensive, but were too polite to say so directly. Years of living with her family had taught her to hear what wasn't being said just as clearly as what was.
The building that housed the malfunctioning unit was in the middle of an artistically organized collection of leafy shrubs the Menassans called miyu. From a distance, they appeared to be covered with globe-like flowers in every conceivable shade of blue, pink and purple. As they entered the grove, Miko stopped, running a hand over one of the blossoms.
"Ajisai," she murmured, amazed.
"Ama Kusanagi?" Amet Thersh stood beside her, his expression somewhere between concern and interest. "Is something wrong?"
She shook her head. "No, nothing. These just look very similar to a flower we have at home." The elder's expression cleared. They continued on their way to the collection building, although Miko kept looking at the almost-ajisai with what she was fairly certain was barely-concealed longing. Ajisai had been her favourite flower when she was growing up, and to find them on the other side of the galaxy, on her first trip offworld, made her a little homesick.
****
The problem with the collection facility turned out to be fairly easy to fix. Or so Dr Kusanagi claimed. Major Lorne hadn't understood half of what she and Zelenka had babbled back and forth, so he left them to their work and he and his men pitched in to help with the physical labour portion of the trip.
And there was a lot of physical labour involved. It reminded him a little of the summer he spent working for a landscaping company, mowing endless lawns and trimming endless hedges. The air was hot and humid, heavy with the promise of rain. There was a sense of urgency among the locals, an unspoken anxiety: will the rain come before we're ready, is all this work for nothing?
From what he understood of what Dr Kusanagi had explained, the Menassans relied on biannual rains to flood their farmland and combat the arid conditions of the surrounding land, kind of like Egypt relied on the yearly flooding of the Nile Delta for farming. Excess rain was routed to ten collection facilities, and used to irrigate the fields during the long periods between rains. It had to run through the collection facilities, rather than being stored in drums or tanks, because it was dangerous to leave the water standing. Apparently, still water equaled stagnating water, and there were a number of local parasites that flourished in stagnant water.
On the fourth day, the skies opened.
****
Radek breathed a sigh of relief, listening to the patter of rain on the roof. They had just finished their repairs, and Miko seemed confident that the modifications she had made to the system would prevent similar mishaps in the future. She was flushed and smiling, and he couldn't help smiling back. He radioed Major Lorne, to let him know that they were finished and would be making their way back to village.
There was a larger number of people than Radek would have expected strolling among the miyu. The rain didn't seem to bother anyone: in fact, he thought he saw a number of people dancing, twirling, and generally behaving like children. Half the people he saw had their faces buried in blossoms, drinking in the scent of rain-washed flowers. That included Miko, who had stepped off the path in front of him and was cupping a small hand around one of the large purple flowers.
"Oh, Dr Zelenka, you should smell this," she murmured, eyes half-closed. "It smells just like the ones in my grandparents' garden."
Radek bent his head to the blossom and inhaled deeply. What he smelled most was rain, but there was a fresh, greenish, perfume-like scent underneath the rain that he assumed was the smell she meant. It wasn't cloying, but it was pervasive...so much so that, when he lifted his head, he could still smell it as deeply as if his face were still buried in the flower itself.
"It is very pleasant," he said. "We have such a flower on Earth?"
"Oh, yes," she said, trailing her fingers over the diamond-shaped petals one last time before stepping back onto the path. "At least, I know we have them in Japan, and I'm fairly certain I have seen them elsewhere. Ajisai...they're called, ah..." her voiced trailed off for a moment, and he could see her flipping pages in her mental Japanese-English dictionary. "Hydrangeas."
"Ah," he said. "I had heard the name, but never seen one."
"My grandmother loved them," she said, turning her face up to the rain. "Jiya, my grandfather, planted them everywhere when they got married. I used to visit them during the rainy season, and Baba would leave the doors to the garden open so the smell would come into the house."
They made their way back to the village, with the scent of wet flowers heavy in the air.
****
Apparently, the Menassans took the first rainfall of the season very seriously.
There was feasting, and dancing, and spirits, both liquid and emotional, flowed freely. Miko restricted herself to one glass of the local specialty, a wine distilled from the moa that tasted a lot like sake, because she knew she had a tendency to turn bright red when drinking and was prone to hangovers that lasted for days. Also, she felt a bit light-headed already, although that might have had more to do with Dr Zelenka's presence than with the wine.
Everyone was sprawled out on the floor of the town hall, sitting cross-legged, propped up on colourful pillows. Dr Zelenka's knee was touching hers, and she could feel the heat of it through two layers of clothing. When they both reached for more pieces of sweet redfruit from the communal bowl, their fingers brushed against each other, and she almost dropped the fruit. It felt like a mild electrical shock, like his fingers had traveled though her body and left her empty when that touch was removed. She looked around furtively, hoping no one had noticed.
She saw a number of couples leaving the hall, arms wrapped around each other's waists. Amet Thersh and his wife, Ama Yui, were looking after one couple in particular with fond smiles. Ama Yui caught Miko's eye.
"Our youngest son," she explained. "He was married last month." Miko smiled and nodded. She wasn't sure what the significance was, but her response was apparently fine.
Major Lorne stood, making apologies for calling it an early night, joking that he and his men hadn't done so much physical labour in a long long time, and he didn't think he could keep his body upright much longer. The elders expressed their gratitude once again, and the Atlanteans made their way to the guest quarters.
Miko walked next to Radek, her arm brushing against his, and the shush-shush of fabric combined with the sudden thundering of her pulse. Her skin felt flushed and tight, like she was on fire from within. She had never been this aware of her desires toward him before, but now that she was thinking about them, she couldn't imagine how she had ignored her attraction to him. It was unnerving.
She said goodnight to the others, and quickly shut herself in her room. She breathed deeply, the way she had learned in archery class years before, trying to calm her mind and clear her thoughts, but every breath brought the scent of ajisai more deeply into her lungs. And now it was more than simply the flowers; it was Radek, too, that she was breathing in, and suddenly the room was too small, too tight.
The sliding doors at the end of her room led out onto the terrace, and she stood in the rain in her t-shirt and the soft woven trousers the Menassans had offered as sleepwear. The rain cooled her skin slightly, but she still burned inside. She wrapperd her arms tightly around herself, trying to contain the ache.
"Miko."
Radek's voice was soft, but there was an intensity to it that she had never heard before. He was standing in a doorway, and she realized she had forgotten their rooms shared the terrace. And the rain carried his scent toward her, mixing with the rain and the flowers that were nowhere near them, and it was all just too much.
She hadn't made a conscious decision to move toward him, and they were both soaking wet, so he must have stepped toward her, but all that mattered was that she was holding him, that her fingers were digging into his shoulders and the heat of his body was fanning the flame in hers. His lips burned a heated trail across her throat, and his hands smoothed over her back, and it was so right, so exactly what she had wanted for so long, that she stopped thinking altogether, and dragged him into her room.
Which is where Major Lorne found them the next morning.