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#271 - Soporific - Bedtime - Aenrhien - Generator Rex
Title: Bedtime
Fandom: Generator Rex
Prompt: #271 - Soporific
Warnings: some nudity
Rating: PG
Summary: Doctor Holiday is tense, Six tries to help.
He kept his eyes closed when he heard the door open, though he smiled a bit when she swore at the door for making noise and ruining her attempt to sneak up on him. “I know you’re awake,” the exhaustion in her voice made him open his eyes, his fingers twitching a bit as he suppressed the urge to reach for his sunglasses. “Don’t you ever sleep?”
“Only when you drug me,” he felt the corners of his mouth twitch into something that might have been a smile when her cheeks darkened. She’d only drugged him once and, to be fair, putting him out had given her a chance to make a potent enough anti-venom to counter an E.V.O. rattlesnake. And likely saved Rex and Noah’s lives, since they’d been the geniuses to bring it to HQ in the first place and by the time he’d fought off the sedatives enough to get out of the medical bay, the snake had taken up residence in a very large aquarium in the petting zoo.
Knight had looked about ready to piss himself by the time they’d caught it. “Something wrong?” He really did smile when she stepped far enough into the room to flop face-down on his bed. She mumbled something into the mattress as she took her boots off and rearranged herself until she was more comfortable; he slid a hand under her neck and raised her head up a bit, moving a pillow under her head and was rewarded with a sleepy smile, though she didn’t seem to be dozing off. On a whim he let his fingers knead the back of her neck, watched her shift a little to give him better access and kneaded harder, feeling the muscles there start to relax under his fingers as a quiet hum of approval hit his ears.
His hands moved to her shoulders next, palms working the tension out of her back while his fingers continued to work on the muscles in her neck. She pushed herself up, putting her back to him so he could reach without straining himself as she leaned back into the pressure of his hands on her. “I couldn’t sleep,” she mumbled as he pushed against her shoulders and continued to knead. “That feels nice…”
“You would feel it more if you’d take these off,” he said as he slid her lab coat off her shoulders, sliding his hands down her sides and under the hem of her shirt before sliding it up.
“Agent Six, are you trying to get me out of my clothes?” she turned her head to offer him a playful smirk, but raised her arms anyways and let him pull her shirt off. His hands instantly returned to their task of firmly but gently working the kinks out of her shoulders and neck.
“Would that be a problem?” he was amazed to hear himself make a joke, even considering how comfortable he’d gotten around the doctor.
“Hm… no,” she turned to face him and watching his eyes drop to her breasts for the briefest of seconds, almost like he’d forgotten he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses, a smile crossing her face as she slid into his lap straddling him. “But I demand a fair trade if you are.”
He stared blankly at her while her meaning sank in, her fingers working at the knot of his tie until it came undone before moving slowly down the buttons of his shirt, feeling the texture of his skin and the scars that marked it as more of it was exposed to them. Her hands smoothed over his chest and shoulders, pushing his shirt and jacket off and tracing the lines of muscle. Feeling like an idiot for not having a clue where to put his hands he started kneading at her lower back, another of those smiles that was easy to believe was nothing more than an involuntary spasm of his cheek muscles showing when she rested her head on his chest with a sigh. “You’d be perfect if you could cook,” she mumbled and wrapped her arms loosely around his waist.
“I can,” his fingers worked up her spine as if he was completely oblivious to anything but his task, though he could feel her tracing his scars and thought he felt her frown, but it faded as his palms brushed her sides, both of them smiling when she giggled and tried to squirm away from him. “Ticklish?”
He brushed his fingers over her ribs. “Yes,” she said while she laughed and still tried to squirm away from him. He let her go and she slid her arms up around his neck instead, forcing the awareness into his head that she was considerably more undressed than he was used to. His hands stopped on her sides; she seemed to notice the sudden shift in him, because she rubbed the back of his neck and watched his eyes drift closed for just a second. “You need your sleep – rest, meditation, whatever you call it.”
She started to get out of his lap until his arms closed around her waist, pulling her back against him. “Plenty of room for you here too, Doctor.”
Fandom: Generator Rex
Prompt: #271 - Soporific
Warnings: some nudity
Rating: PG
Summary: Doctor Holiday is tense, Six tries to help.
He kept his eyes closed when he heard the door open, though he smiled a bit when she swore at the door for making noise and ruining her attempt to sneak up on him. “I know you’re awake,” the exhaustion in her voice made him open his eyes, his fingers twitching a bit as he suppressed the urge to reach for his sunglasses. “Don’t you ever sleep?”
“Only when you drug me,” he felt the corners of his mouth twitch into something that might have been a smile when her cheeks darkened. She’d only drugged him once and, to be fair, putting him out had given her a chance to make a potent enough anti-venom to counter an E.V.O. rattlesnake. And likely saved Rex and Noah’s lives, since they’d been the geniuses to bring it to HQ in the first place and by the time he’d fought off the sedatives enough to get out of the medical bay, the snake had taken up residence in a very large aquarium in the petting zoo.
Knight had looked about ready to piss himself by the time they’d caught it. “Something wrong?” He really did smile when she stepped far enough into the room to flop face-down on his bed. She mumbled something into the mattress as she took her boots off and rearranged herself until she was more comfortable; he slid a hand under her neck and raised her head up a bit, moving a pillow under her head and was rewarded with a sleepy smile, though she didn’t seem to be dozing off. On a whim he let his fingers knead the back of her neck, watched her shift a little to give him better access and kneaded harder, feeling the muscles there start to relax under his fingers as a quiet hum of approval hit his ears.
His hands moved to her shoulders next, palms working the tension out of her back while his fingers continued to work on the muscles in her neck. She pushed herself up, putting her back to him so he could reach without straining himself as she leaned back into the pressure of his hands on her. “I couldn’t sleep,” she mumbled as he pushed against her shoulders and continued to knead. “That feels nice…”
“You would feel it more if you’d take these off,” he said as he slid her lab coat off her shoulders, sliding his hands down her sides and under the hem of her shirt before sliding it up.
“Agent Six, are you trying to get me out of my clothes?” she turned her head to offer him a playful smirk, but raised her arms anyways and let him pull her shirt off. His hands instantly returned to their task of firmly but gently working the kinks out of her shoulders and neck.
“Would that be a problem?” he was amazed to hear himself make a joke, even considering how comfortable he’d gotten around the doctor.
“Hm… no,” she turned to face him and watching his eyes drop to her breasts for the briefest of seconds, almost like he’d forgotten he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses, a smile crossing her face as she slid into his lap straddling him. “But I demand a fair trade if you are.”
He stared blankly at her while her meaning sank in, her fingers working at the knot of his tie until it came undone before moving slowly down the buttons of his shirt, feeling the texture of his skin and the scars that marked it as more of it was exposed to them. Her hands smoothed over his chest and shoulders, pushing his shirt and jacket off and tracing the lines of muscle. Feeling like an idiot for not having a clue where to put his hands he started kneading at her lower back, another of those smiles that was easy to believe was nothing more than an involuntary spasm of his cheek muscles showing when she rested her head on his chest with a sigh. “You’d be perfect if you could cook,” she mumbled and wrapped her arms loosely around his waist.
“I can,” his fingers worked up her spine as if he was completely oblivious to anything but his task, though he could feel her tracing his scars and thought he felt her frown, but it faded as his palms brushed her sides, both of them smiling when she giggled and tried to squirm away from him. “Ticklish?”
He brushed his fingers over her ribs. “Yes,” she said while she laughed and still tried to squirm away from him. He let her go and she slid her arms up around his neck instead, forcing the awareness into his head that she was considerably more undressed than he was used to. His hands stopped on her sides; she seemed to notice the sudden shift in him, because she rubbed the back of his neck and watched his eyes drift closed for just a second. “You need your sleep – rest, meditation, whatever you call it.”
She started to get out of his lap until his arms closed around her waist, pulling her back against him. “Plenty of room for you here too, Doctor.”