533 words. Little over, but worth it I hope.
Rodney powered down the Jumper and nodded to his co-pilot, Lt. Reardon, and then looked out the front window. The clearing he'd landed the Jumper in opened up right onto the white, sandy beach and was big enough to fit three Jumpers, though only two occupied it at the moment. Sheppard's Jumper sat off to starboard thirty feet away leaving a big enough area between them to set up the party area for later in the day. He looked up towards the blazing sun and could almost feel his skin burning already.
"We'll see you on the beach, Dr. McKay," called Reardon's voice from the rear of the Jumper.
"Right," Rodney called back and a moment later the Lieutenant walked past the front of the Jumper holding the hand of one of Chuck's gate techs.
Rodney got up and walked through the Jumper, picking his classic Panama hat up off his duffle bag as he went. He put the hat on his head just as he walked out into the bright sun.
"Nice fashion statement, McKay," said Sheppard as he walked towards Rodney. His tone of voice left no doubt that he thought no such thing about his white cotton pants and multicolored Hawaiian shirt.
"Laugh it up, Colonel," Rodney shot back to Sheppard, who was wearing an unbuttoned, short sleeved white top with beige shorts. "When you burn don't come crying to me."
John obliged Rodney by laughing and then said, "Come on, Rodney… they're waiting for us."
They. Jennifer and Amanda. He and Sheppard could be in the most intense argument or in the middle of playing with their toys, but at the mention of one or both of the ladies everything stopped.
The two men nodded at each other and moved off towards the semi crowded beach. It had been Woolsey's idea, surprisingly, to have a beach day. And almost everyone was taking advantage.
Rodney and John walked onto the beach and looked around. Their eyes found Amanda first, who was helping to set up the beach volleyball net. John turned to Rodney, who simply nodded a 'See you later', and then moved off towards Amanda.
Rodney continued his search for Jennifer with his eyes moving up and down the beach. His eyes had just finished a third sweep when he felt a small and intimately familiar hand upon his right shoulder. He turned around and let loose a little groan that would have sounded like a noise of disgust to almost everyone else but was really a sound of appreciation. His team would have known better, of course, and so would the woman currently standing before him.
"It's so not fair," moaned Rodney.
The smile Jennifer had on her face disappeared in a heartbeat. "What?"
"I look like this," he said, and then he motioned towards her and said, "And you look like… your this… like you… sexy thing that should… with the stuff…"
Jennifer laughed at his babbling and then smirked as she held her arms out to her side and did a little twirl to show off her black boyshort with halter top bathing suit.
Rodney's shoulders slumped as he said with a sigh, "SO not fair."
A/N: "You Sexy Thing" was written by Errol Brown and released by the group Hot Chocolate as a single in 1975.