Sheppard refused to consider himself prey. And yet he found himself in a trap.
Hanging from chains attached to a tree not too far from them, to be exact. Them, because Todd was hanging around with him.

And this time, Sheppard decided, it was not a concussion, but the blood rushing in his head that made him think weird things and caused the heat in his cheeks.
He just couldn't ignore the Wraith's behind pressing against his. Admittedly, it had been worse as they had faced each other, nose to nose, gazing into each other's eyes. Even the fact that Todd's hair succumbed to the force of gravity and was hanging down, or from his point of view standing up, had not been enough to let him laugh the awkwardness away.

At least, the Wraith didn't look like a giant bat. He had slipped his black coat off, letting it fall next to the gun Sheppard had lost as he was suddenly swept off his feet and hoisted into the tree.
It hadn't helped much, though, Todd's freedom of movement of no use when they realized their feet were trapped in shackles rather than some good old rope. Whatever became of cords and nets? Those they could've escaped.

Instead, Todd was now trying to rig their locks, but he hadn't had any success so far. That alone was already bad enough.
However, the way the Wraith had to bend his body, torso up, so that he could reach the metal, had him hanging in such a position that Sheppard was more than able to feel his backside. And that made it all worse.

Not that it really was bad. More of the opposite, in fact, but that, in turn, was rather bad.
And so, as he was trying to keep his thoughts on that matter to himself, Sheppard failed to take note of the low, pleased hiss coming from the Wraith behind him and suddenly found himself lying on his back on the ground, having to stare up into Todd's amusedly twinkling eyes while fighting to get some air in his lungs.

Luckily, the fall hadn't hurt too much, softened by the coat on which he had landed and the thousands of leaves beneath it, which had hid the trap from their eyes in the first place.
Of course, Todd didn't fall at all, but instead gracefully jumped down the tree after he had rigged his lock and chains mere five minutes later.

By that time, Sheppard had picked himself up from the ground and his weapon and the Wraith's coat, as well, handing the latter over to Todd before straightening his own clothes. He felt surprisingly uncomfortable in his uniform.
Still, they were ready to move on and this time they'd be more careful with where they were stepping.

Okay, Sheppard really wasn't very good at that. But he couldn't help that his gaze strayed into dangerous territory again and again. It was like some sick fascination, he just couldn't look the other way.
It was not the first time that he prayed to any God available, Wraith and Goa'uld and Ori excluded, maybe, that Todd wasn't able to read his mind like some Queens could. The glances he sent him after he had found him staring one too many times were judgmental enough for his taste without that.