(Takes place after Summer and Michael get married, and before John proposes to Evie.)

Prompt #1 - Temptation

"Could I please have some more dudoli?" Evie asked, holding out her cup.

Bronu the servant nodded and refilled her glass.

"Go easy on the punch, Lieutenant," Johnson warned. "I'm not going to have Akerly-- I mean Murphy-- pull the Jumper over every half hour on the way back so you can relieve yourself."

"Yes, sir," Evie said. "It's just really good."

Bronu grinned as he stood against the wall.

"It is really good," Michael agreed, taking another sip from his glass.

Now Bronu snickered, but he quickly regained his composure when his mistress gave him a stern look.

"Do tell us more about your world," Lady Katra said.

"Yes," Lord Simmja said, nodding. "Living in the city of the Ancestors must be incredible." He took a large drink of dudoli from his glass.

When no one else jumped at the opportunity to talk, Michael spoke up. "Atlantis is amazing. We could study the knowledge the Ancients left behind for years and still have barely scratched the surface…" As he continued with the standard, non-sensitive overview of the extraordinary city, he noticed that the room seemed to be growing uncomfortably warm. He glanced over at Summer and saw that she was fidgeting as well. He also noticed that her black tee hugged her body very nicely… He rambled on about Atlantis on verbal "auto-pilot" as his thoughts soon turned unprofessional. Maybe he and Summer could sneak off to the Puddlejumper… Just for a few minutes…

A second later he caught himself. Michael realized that as a newlywed he was allowed to have those thoughts, but he'd always prided himself on being able to keep his and Summer's personal relationship from interfering when he was off-world. Clearing his throat, he concluded with, "But going off-world is actually my favorite part of the job." He glanced at Summer again and she gazed back at him, then licked her lips in a suggestive fashion.

Michael gulped. Didn't the rest of them notice how hot it was getting?

"Dude…" Evie said. "Does anybody else feel…ummm…"

Johnson nodded. "You mean a little…?"

There was a cry from the end of the table when Lord Simmja realized what was happening to everyone, including him. "Bronu, you insolent boy!" he shouted. "Did you put bowchi in the dudoli?!"

Bronu burst out laughing. "It is the Day of Imbeciles, Master!" He chuckled heartily. "And I have fooled you, all of you!"

"What's bowchi?" Summer asked, though by the way she felt like throwing Michael down on the table right then and there, she thought she already knew.

"It is a very strong aphrodisiac that our people make," Simmja answered, pulling his robes tighter around himself.

"Well, that's just great, sir," Johnson said. "Is there any way to counter the effects?"

Simmja shot his wife a longing look. "There is one way…"

Johnson nodded with a wry smile. "I figured."

"Bronu will be punished for this," Simmja assured them with a cross glare at his servant. "In the meantime… I know this is highly irregular--" He blushed. "Would it be possible for us to adjourn and meet again? At a better time?" He looked at his wife again.

Johnson nodded. "Yes, sir." He glanced at his team. "I think those two are going to burst into flames if they don't get back soon, anyway."

Not taking her eyes off Michael, Summer asked, "Permission to go prep the jumper, sir?"

"Go." Summer quickly stood up to leave.

"Sir," Michael began, pinching the inside of his thigh quite hard. "When we get back to Atlantis, umm…"

"Yes, you're free to go 'get it out of your system,'" Johnson chuckled and actually made air quotes.

"Thank you, sir," Michael said with obvious relief.

"Well that's just peachy for y'all," Evie snapped. "But what the heck am I supposed to do?"

"I could throw you in the lake," Michael offered. "That would cool you down."

"You are very lovely," Simmja commented. "Why not just find a nice man -- any man -- and get him to help you?" He winked.

Evie groaned and bit her lip. Her and her morals. Stupid, stupid morals…

"When we get back, just lock yourself in your room, Lieutenant," Johnson offered as the three of them stood to leave. "Or--" He smirked. "You could go hang out with the guy you're least likely to jump."

XXXXXX

"So, Rodney…" Evie said, wandering around his lab. "You working on anything interesting these days?"

"You know that you and I have different definitions of 'interesting', Evie," Rodney said, trying to work on his laptop.

She bit her lip hard. "Can you please just distract me? I don't care if it's boring."

He sighed. "Fine. I'm trying to process all the information I just got from the main console in one of the newly discovered rooms. See, at first, the console wouldn't respond, so I had to try several methods to bypass its Ancient security protocols…"

Evie found herself watching him intently as he chattered on, gesturing with his hands. Mmm, his hands… Darn it, why did she suddenly find technobabble to be a turn-on?!

"And so when I inserted the long crystal into the slot, the console was naturally very receptive, an--"

Evie groaned. "Rodney, I have to go."

"Why?" The members of Johnson's team had told only Elizabeth and Carson of their unfortunate predicament, and poor Rodney couldn't for the life of him figure out why Evie was looking at him like that.

"I have to go work on something," she said, heading for the door. "By myself!"

Utterly confused, Rodney started to ask, "Was it something I--"

"If Elizabeth needs me, tell her I'll be in my quarters!"

XXXXXX

Evie had been in her room for a little over twenty minutes, and was just getting control of her lustful thoughts when there was a knock on her door. "Enter," she called, knowing Elizabeth had said that either she or Carson might come check on her later.

When she spun around in her chair and saw John entering her quarters, she knew all her efforts spent channeling her energy into her game of Zoombinis were about to be undone.

"Hey," he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Who told him he was allowed to wear jeans?! "Wanna watch a movie or something?" Or something almost always entailed making out and missing most of said movie.

"No!" she said with more emphasis than she meant to. When he raised an eyebrow at her, she sighed and said, "I mean… Gah! You can't be here!" She stood up, intending to shoo him out, but then she realized that maybe keeping her distance was better.

"I was careful," he assured her. "Nobody knows I'm here."

"No, John, that's not the point. I--" This was so awkward, and the especially naughty thoughts running through her mind weren't helping. "Please, you just-- You really need to go."

"Evie, what's wrong?" he asked, starting to get a little worried. "Are you mad at me?"

She tried to quickly think up some excuse, but then he started walking towards her and all she could think of was how unbelievably attractive he looked in civvies.

"Did I do something to make you mad?" he repeated when he was standing in front of her.

"No," she managed, clenching her fists and trying her best not to reach out and grab him.

"Then what's wrong?" He lightly placed his hands on her waist and that was all it took.

Evie stood on her toes and captured his lips. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as her kiss became more aggressive.

Confused by, but not opposed to her actions, John pulled her closer against his body and tried to control the kiss.

Having none of that, Evie bit his lip and then shoved him backwards onto the bed.

When she straddled him and began kissing the side of his neck, John's red flag reluctantly went up. "Evie…what's gotten into you? You don't--"

"Shut up, shut up," she begged, sliding a hand under the hem of his shirt.

He grabbed her wrist. "What the hell are you doing? You're the one who told me this was off-limits."

"John…"

"Did something happen off-world?" he demanded. "'Cause you're acting like a… a cat in heat or something."

She stopped kissing his skin. After a moment, she mumbled, "My whole team got a large dose of a freakin' aphrodisiac, okay?" God, this was embarrassing.

He pushed her off him enough so that he could see her face. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," she answered somewhat angrily. "And I've been climbing the walls for two hours, so we're gonna do it until I'm satisfied." She leaned down and claimed his mouth again.

John kissed her back, but when he realized that in about ten seconds she wouldn't be the only one with strong urges, he knew he had to make the choice. Fighting every shred of instincts, he grudgingly rolled her off him and pinned her wrists to the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"This isn't what you want, Evie," he said, though it was going against everything he wanted.

"I know, but..." She struggled against his hands.

"No. You said you were only going to give this to one man, and that's not me." He watched a tear of frustration slip down her cheek. "Maybe it will be someday, but I don't know that. And I'm not going to let you throw that away because some alien drug got you a little worked up."

Sniffling, she tried to turn her face into the pillow. "You have no idea what this feels like," she said quietly.

"Evie, I'm a guy. Of course I know what it's like. You'll find another way to get it out of your system."

"I want to but I don't think I can…" she whimpered.

"Yes, you can." He released her wrists and got off the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Here." He tossed her shoes onto the bed. "Put 'em on."

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

Evie wiped her cheek and complied.

When she was finished lacing up her shoes, he took her gently by the arm and walked her to the door. "Run," he said, commanding the door open.

"What?"

"Run. I don't care where, just run. Push yourself as hard as you can."

"Why?"

"Because when you finally make it back here, exhausted, sex will be the last thing on your mind. Now, go!"

Evie nodded and started running.

As John watched her take off, a part of him hated himself for passing up what might have been his one chance to bang her. Then the nicer, honest part of him told the first part to shut the hell up. John rubbed a hand over his face, then made a beeline for his quarters and a cold shower.

XXXXXX

The next morning after breakfast, Evie asked around until she found John in the gym. He was working by himself with the punching bag. When he saw her, he teased, "Am I safe to be here alone with you, or are you gonna try to jump me again?"

Evie blushed. "I'm much better, thank you."

"Good to hear." He resumed punching the bag.

A moment later, he felt her hand on his shoulder. "John?"

He stopped the swinging bag and turned around. "Hmm?"

"I…" She looked out the window and took a deep breath. "I know I wasn't myself last night…but that's no excuse for how I acted."

"Evie, don't even worry about it," he said. "Wacky alien drugs get the best of all of us at least once."

She smiled. "Still, I wanted to apologize for…'jumping you.'"

He shrugged. "I just took it as a compliment."

"And," she continued. "I wanted to thank you." She finally met his gaze. "For stopping me. I know that probably wasn't the easiest thing for you to do since I was throwing myself at you. And I'm fairly certain you stayed up all night wondering why the heck you didn't just let me have my way with you."

John looked just a little uncomfortable at the memory. "It's not a big deal…"

"Baby, it's a huge deal," she insisted. "The fact that you respect my commitment that much makes me… It makes me really grateful that you're my, umm…whatever you are."

"Commanding Officer-slash-boyfriend?" He smiled.

"Yeah…" They shared an affectionate gaze for a moment, then she hugged him. "Thank you, John."

He held her close. "You know why I did it, right?"

"'Cause you love me?"

"Mm-hmm."

She lifted her head to gently kiss his lips, then rested her head on his shoulder again. "I love you, too."