Reactionary POV #13
Entanglements

Orithain

Disclaimers: Do you think I’d be sitting here if I actually owned them?

Things used to be simple. Back before I found about stargates and Ancient cities and life-sucking parasites and Rodney McKay. Hey, something new had to be good, right? And I got Rodney.

Boy, did I get Rodney. In fact, we may be attached for life, which is kind of funny, considering. But it’s kind of a problem at the moment. Somehow the tags I gave him got tangled with mine while we were sleeping, and we’re pretty much tied together now. Which could be fun in a kinky sort of way except that I can’t get them apart. And I can’t take them off either because they’re too tight now that they’re tangled.

Oh well, I’m sure my favorite genius will get us out of this once he wakes up. Who knew that his tendency to snuggle would get us into this? Not that I mind. It is my arm that’s wrapped around him, holding him even closer.

I’ve gotten used to waking up like this—minus the bondage, of course.

Rodney McKay was an unexpected entanglement in my simple life, but I like it. I like him. But I like breathing too, so he needs to get us out of this.

"Hey, Rodney."

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