For
windrose's prompt: Sheppard smirked. "Would it help if I wrote Maxwell's equation for light on my ass?" [ November 23, 2009 ]
Sheppard smirked. "Would it help if I wrote Maxwell's equation for light on my ass?"
"Your ass isn't big enough to hold up your pants without help, Sheppard, let alone write all four equations on it," Rodney replied with a soft snort.
"Could be fun to try."
Rodney blinked and came to a stop. He looked up from his tablet and squinted through the darkness at Sheppard. "Wait, are you trying to flirt with me using math?"
Sheppard rubbed the back of his neck and looked off into the side passageway. "Of course not."
"You are! You are trying to flirt with me!" Rodney bounced in place with a grin until another thought occurred to him. "Wait, what? Since when are you bi?"
Sheppard rolled his eyes and turned back around, sweeping his P-90 from side to side to illuminate the walkway with its flashlight. "Since always, Rodney."
"And you're just telling me this now? Do you realize how much time you've wasted?"
Rodney could barely see Sheppard's shoulders shake with quiet laughter. "No, but I'm sure you'll tell me."
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