A/N: Answer to Ladygris' challenge.
KoineKid and I are really excited more people are writing because of the challenge. Thanks for issuing a follow-up with broader appeal ladygris!
Here is my 264 word entry.
"Okay, painting lessons were a great idea," Evan Lorne said as he shifted uncomfortably on the stool.
"Hey, your hand is dropping," the artist painting called.
"Don't want that," he muttered, full of embarrassment.
"You could have answered the question," she replied full of giggles.
"From you? I don't think so," the Major was beyond annoyed at his current predicament. "Give me Replicators, Wraith, Ori, Asurians or even my two nephews to torment me, but not you."
"So you chose to give me a dare? Not very bright, Major."
"I didn't think you'd ever stoop this low." The sun was beating down on the soldier and reddening parts of his body that were never exposed.
"I'm done, you whiner," she replied.
"Finally. I doubt it took Michelangelo this long to paint the Sistine Chapel," he griped as he reached for his jacket.
"Hey, I didn't say you could get off your perch," she chimed in still holding back her laughter.
"I've had enough," he said as he stood.
"You could have answered the question," she said, her voice faltering as he turned around.
"What would that be?" he asked trying to look innocent.
"Uh, um, just who… I mean which woman on the base you'd rather… uh…" his artist in training stammered because the Major was approaching her rather purposely.
"You'd use a stupid game to find out if I'm interested in a woman on base?" His own stupidity finally came crashing down. Of course she wasn't going to ask him anything too difficult. No, instead you agree to be her model. Her nude model.
A/N: I left this nebulous so imagine away.
Guys- sorry for the image of a naked Lorne first thing in the morning. Ladies- Enjoy. Especially the birthday girl! Happy birthday, ladygris.