501 words. Thanks to theicemenace for her encouragement.
Rodney knew many things with absolute certainty: the speed of light in a vacuum was 299,792,458 meters per second; Pi was a transcendental number; Sheppard's hair would defy gravity and stick off in all directions with or without gel.
More than all of that Rodney knew that if he was being teased before he was being tormented now.
He still hadn't figured out how it had happened. One second he was admiring the legs of Laura Cadman- an occurrence of epic proportions by itself- and the next second he was dancing a slow dance with said Marine, her smaller right hand nestled comfortably in his left and her left arm up around his shoulder. He tried very hard not to let his right hand venture too far onto her back lest he be tempted to let it drop too far downward and onto her…
Rodney gave himself a mental headshake in a desperate effort not to finish that thought- it was Cadman!- but his mind kept wanting to go to the naughty place, especially in light of the way that she was leaning against him.
It wasn't fair. She had all the weapons in this fight: beauty, curves, wit and more. All he had was, well, his brain, and it was kind of hard to use that at the moment with her chest pressed against his so intimately.
"You okay, McKay?" asked Cadman with an unmistakable hint of amusement in her voice.
There was something else in her voice too, almost like she was feeling the same affects of their proximity that he was.
"Fine," he managed with an appropriate amount of snark in his voice.
At least he thought it had been enough. He wasn't so certain about that when Laura cuddled her face against his shoulder.
Rodney closed his eyes as they swayed to the music. He didn't know the song, but he knew enough about music to know it was coming to an end. He was just starting to think about possible ways to extricate himself from the hot Marine in his arms when her left thumb caressed his sending his heart into a flutter that made him nearly gasp.
As it was, the sudden and intense feeling jolted his right hand, making it spasm a few inches lower on Laura's back than was technically acceptable for a dance. He expected her to comment: rudely or playfully in all likelihood. He also half expected her to glare at him, maybe even hit him… playfully he hoped. What he didn't expect was the shiver that ran through her body.
He stopped breathing for reasons he couldn't fathom and waited.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Laura looked up into his eyes. "Everytime we touch there's something there."
He wanted to deny it. He wanted to tell her she was delusional. He wanted to tell her she was an idiot.
But he couldn't.
He sighed and leaned over to kiss her, thinking just before his lips touched hers, Every time.
A/N: "Everytime We Touch" (the version I have and listen to) was written by Maggie Reilly, Stuart MacKillop and Peter Risavy and released by Cascada as a single in Canada in 2005. It was originally released by Maggie Reilly on her 1992 album Echoes.