A/N: McWeir is a dying art, y'all. Savor this while you can. By the way, I have no idea why Elizabeth is such a ho in this. The heat must be gettin' to her.

Disclaimer: If I owned these people, I would totally make them do dance numbers to Queen songs and stuff. And do you see any dance numbers? No. Therefore, these gorgeous folks aren't mine. Darn.

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"Mmm," said Elizabeth. "Chocolate."

Rodney felt like he was about to fall over. "Um," he managed. "What?"

Elizabeth licked his mouth again. He made a little noise and shivered. "You taste like chocolate," she said, ignoring his unsteady state. Then her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Where did you get it?"

"Guh," said Rodney. "Get? I, uh. I can't…" he trailed off and ran his tongue slowly over his own lips, first top, then bottom, tasting what Elizabeth had left behind. Traces of herself. Rodney's knees threatened to buckle. Valiantly managing to reactivate his brain, he said, "Um, Zelenka has a…stash…"

But by then Elizabeth already had him by the wrist and was pulling him down a corridor.

"Where are we going?" Rodney had to ask, even though he really had no problem with being dragged down a hall by Elizabeth Weir.

She pushed him up against the wall and kissed him again, deeper, with lips and tongue and oh he really hoped he wasn't going to pass out.

"We are going," she said when she had pulled away, leaving him hopeless and dizzy and blushing against the wall, "to get some chocolate."

Rodney tried to push words past the much-too-fast breathing. "What, um…why?"

She sighed and leaned against him. Too close, oh god, too close. "Because it's hot," she started playing with the zipper on his shirt, "because there's nothing to do," oh, oh no, she was looking at him like that, "and because I want some." She licked her lips and grinned, sharp teeth and bright eyes.

"Zelenka won't be very happy about the fact that you know." Rodney was trying not to think about the hand that was making slow circles on his belly. "He's very careful with his chocolate. In fact," Rodney's voice took on a ridiculously proud tone, "I'm the only one he shares with."

Elizabeth pulled the zipper on his shirt down another inch. "Really?" She said. "Then why does Carson taste like chocolate, too?"

Rodney gaped at her. Elizabeth's grin got shinier. "Y-you," said Rodney, and gave up on full words, settling on choked syllables instead. He felt…betrayed.

Elizabeth laughed and poked him in the nipple. "You silly," she giggled. "You actually believed me!" She punched him playfully in the side.

All this touching had Rodney's nerves all over the place. He could feel brain cells shattering into a thousand oversexed pieces with each unnecessary connection of skin. There was just enough sanity left for Rodney to allow himself a sigh of relief.

Which was cut tragically short by Elizabeth saying, "Carson doesn't taste like chocolate; he tastes like raspberries!"

And Rodney was back to gaping.

Elizabeth leaned up and kissed him. Again. "Come on," she said against his mouth. "We've got some chocolate to steal."