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Part 9

Rodney closed the door and did something Lennon wasn't expecting.

He leaned his forehead against it and murmured, "I don't get you. Hand me a physics equation, and I can riddle holes in it or support it with facts in a matter of minutes. Wormholes, black holes, neutrinos… I can explain. But you are beyond confusing."

She had expected him to put the moves on her again, and she was ready to sidestep and do a little song and dance, not literally like Charlie, but just as effectively. Instead she was facing the true effects of the fluff ship bunny. Feelings. Ick.

"I know this is all a little sudden," she felt for the sat in the waistband of her pants, "but that's the way it is."

He turned around, "You have this was of getting under my skin. In a good way, very good way."

She sighed, knowing it was only because of the ship bunny, "I'm sure you say that to all the girls."

"No, just you."

She snarked, "Good to know."

"I'm pouring my heart out here, Mallory." He snipped, "The least you could do is reciprocate."

Lennon let her blue uniform shirt drape back over the zat, "It's Lenny."

"See, we're getting somewhere."

She laughed and admitted, "As much as I've been trying to fight it, I feel the same way about you." Might as well lay it out… … ahh crap. Impaired judgment. She mentally smacked herself, ship bunnies were worse than alcohol on so many levels. Except maybe that one time in Munich-

Err… never mind.

"Really? So that's why you ran out when we were kissing? You were fighting it?" He inched closer to her.

She quirked her eyebrows at his movement and placed her pack on the small table, "Yeah… good thing too cuz if Carter walked in any sooner-" Huh. She was blonde… "She's that blonde you were talking about before, at the gas station."

His face fell into a horrified expression that Lenny was bringing her up, "…Yeah…"

"You're attracted to her." Her eyes darkened even more than they naturally were and she felt a certain green-eyed monster lurching up in her.

"Well I… in a completely different way. Besides, she would never give me the time of day. Like you."

"I'm easy, is that it?"

Rodney's eyes widened, "No, no, no. That's not what I meant. I meant you like me back."

"Mmmhmm. I think this conversation is over, Rodney." She had enough and reached for her zat again.

"No it's not. I'm not good with talking to women, but I somehow managed to do something right with you."

Lennon snorted, he still wasn't too good with the talking but.

He continued, "Denying something happened during that kiss would be lying to yourself."

"It can't mean anything. I'm leaving here soon."

"Well, we're all gonna die once the Gate explodes in less than 25 hours, so you might as well stay."

"And do what? Spend the rest of the time with you?"

"That's the idea. You did want to come in here."

"I can't stay."

"Why not?"

"For one, if my boss found out, it'd be my head."

"Unless your boss has a secret camera in here, no one's gonna know. Besides, why would your boss care?"

"It's against the regs. Shouldn't you be working?"

"Carter's on it. Let's not talk about her."

"This isn't what I came here for."

"Could've fooled me."

"I came to say goodbye."

"This is a good way to." Rodney pressed closer to her.

"Rodney, really. Don't. I don't want to kiss you."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't." She put a few more inches between them.

But Rodney McKay isn't anything if not persistent, especially when he thinks he's right, "You do." He turned the couple feet into mere inches.

"You're wrong."

"I'm not wrong."

"Still can't admit it?"

"You can't admit you want to kiss me again."

"I do not!"

Rodney kissed her hard and just when she started to kiss him back, he pulled away, smirking smugly.

"You say one thing, but do another."

"Damn it, Rodney." She let go of her grip on the zat and pulled him down into another kiss.

As a pair, they moved in the direction of the bed. Lennon happened to be the one walking backwards.

"Oomph!" She spun her head around and stared at the chair. "What is it doing there?"

Rodney shrugged, his hold on her now loosened, "I didn't put it there."

Lennon humphed and murmured, "Definitely a strange day."

"What was that?"

"Nothing." She kicked the chair out of the way, causing it to fall over and hit the floor with a loud thud. They both winced at the sound and picked up where they left off .

Lennon returned walking backwards, until hitting the bed. Rodney scooped her up and laid her down.

She ignored the strange chivalry coming from him, how it made her feel, and the zat making an imprint in her back.

"What's this?" He carefully took the headset off her ear.

"Not important." She tried to take it out of his hands.

"Is this what I think it is? Headset radio… I always figured the SG teams should use these in the field instead and the hand-helds as backups."

"Rodney…"

"Hmm?" He looked back to her.

Her look was one of annoyance yet a little amusement.

"Right." He threw the headset on the ground, she took her glasses off since they had really started to become uncomfortable, and resumed the make out session. It wasn't one of those sloppy and hasty snogs like what smut bunnies triggered (and let's not go there ever, ever again. Scarred for life here!) but one that was slow and sweet, like fluffy shippiness ensued.

It was getting hot in the guest quarters, temperature wise.

Still in the gutter, readers?

Rodney wiggled out of his jacket and Lennon wasn't a tad sad to see the ugly thing go.

"Lenny!... Lenny, where are you?"

"Ignore it." She murmured.

"You got me quoting Scooby-Doo now… Lenny!"

They ignored the rather terse voice coming from her radio, his hands on her waist and back, hers in his hair and on the back of his neck.

"Do you want me to circulate the video of you in Cleo-verse?"

Lenny broke away and rolled to the edge of the bed, reaching down for the piece of tech, but her CO had continued teasingly.

"Fishnets, high heels, that little plaid-skirt and tank-"

She hastily strung it around her ear as she answered into the mic, "Charlie!"

"So nice of you to answer me."

"Well, wouldn't want to ignore you. What do you want?" She swatted Rodney's hand away from tickling her side.

"What happened? You did not have orders to leave."

"Since I couldn't sleep, I thought I'd get a head start."

"I know you want to get out of here sooner rather than later, but me not knowing where you are, is not acceptable."

"Won't happen again."

"It better not. Be back here in five minutes."

"Five, but-?

"Five, Fisk."

"Charlie!" There was no answer and being addressed by her last name was not good. "Ugh!" She buried her face in the blanket, arm hanging over the bed.

"Fishnets?"

She turned her head to face him. Even without glasses she could tell he was picturing her in that outfit. "Not going there."

"Oh come on… hey it wouldn't have happened to be a pink plaid would it?" He was lying next to her, head propped up, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Drop it." She glared at him.

"Fine. Was that the boss?"

"CO."

"Since when do you guys at the Committee start using 'CO'?"

Every muscle in her body tensed.

"Oh my god." His hand trailed off its place on her side and passed over the zat. She quickly pushed his hand away, but he already knew what it was. There was only one weapon he knew that was curled like that. He clumsily launched over her and off the bed, falling over the chair, eyes wild, and yelling, "You're not from the Committee! That explains the clothes and the SG uniform instead of a suit. It's camouflage!"

"Ahh crap. It took you long enough to put it together, though."

"You're going to kill me! It's part of a conspiracy to get rid of me! First Russia, then death!" He leapt to his feet to the door.

She got off the bed and was grabbing his arm before he could open the door, "I'm not going to kill you!"

"You were going to have your way with me and then," he made a slitting noise as he drew his thumb across his neck, "Buh bye Rodney." He tried to wiggle from her grasp but failed.

"That's not it! You're way off base now."

"Then why do you have a zat?"

"Fine, you want the truth?"

"Yeah."

"My team and I were sent to investigate some… unsavory characters. The zat's for protection. No one but who sent us knows we're here, and it's going to stay that way, right Rodney?" That had to suffice…because there wasn't time to execute her plan and make it back up to Charlie and Madge without Charlie getting seriously angry. It wouldn't have normally bothered her, but she couldn't afford Charlie getting curious.

"Why would I believe that?"

"Because I said so." She made a snap decision and let go of his arm, and batted her eyes, summoning a few of her more womanly charms.

"That would be way more convincing if you were wearing a little pink number, just my shirt, or nothing."

"Rodney!" She slapped him in the arm, acting angrier than she actually was at his comment. If it hadn't been for the ship bunny, she would've really been mad and he would've really been dead. Or at least with a broken jaw this time.

"I'm just saying." He smiled.

She shook her head, "I gotta go. The CO's expecting me."

"Fine. Tease."

"Smart ass." She grabbed her pack from the table and searched for her glasses. She found them on the floor after a few minutes of squinting, "I'll give you a call later when I can get away."

"K."

A short kiss and a closing door later, Lennon was on her way.

The distance between her and McKay started putting some sense back into her brain. It scolded her loudly for being such an idiot. She might as well have had a little talking mouth on her forehead so she could hear the onslaught of insults her brain was ranting off at her.

Second thought- that would have been very disturbing. Seriously, think about it.

A/N: I hope this is still funny, I've been trying to keep in the spirit of the WPBA Universe.

We don't have too much farther to go, thanks for still being here!