Elizabeth knew that Rodney was extremely talented with his fingers on his laptop's keyboard, but she didn't expect that they were capable of producing the pleasure she was now experiencing. The man certainly knew the right places to touch a woman, though she admitted that she thought he would lack experience in this as he seemed to love machines more than people.

What he was doing to her was incredible, the way he slowly circled his fingers in her most delicate area, causing her to involuntarily groan so loud that he had to quickly muffle her mouth with his own, to keep everyone from exploring the sound coming from the hallway, in a closet.

Right as she was on the brink of no return, "Dr. Weir to the control room," she heard Chuck over the intercom.

The whole mood had disappeared with the page; she had lost her place as Rodney stopped. Disappointed by this interruption she zipped her pants and started straightening her clothing.

After a few moments of them both breathing deeply from the affect of their recent activity, she finally said, "I guess we'll have to finish this later."

Her disappointment melted away at Rodney's deer-caught-in-headlights look, she assured him as much as she could with a kiss that this was to be continued, and this was not a casual thing as a whole.