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Title: The Lunch
Author: rolleson
Fandom: SGA
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Sam/McKay
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Summery: The lunch date in between.
Notes: Um, 696 words of Sam trying to get her head around this thing with McKay.




They were sat opposite each other in the mess hall, in a far corner, trays of food in front of each other, smiling at each other. Under the table Sam had stretched her legs out to tangle them with his, and was watching him eat his lunch, and talk and seemingly breathe all at once.

Every so often Rodney really could be amazing. In a very bad way.

“People are going to talk,” he said, when her ankles locked with his.

“Unfortunately, people are already talking.”

“You don't want them to know about us.”

“They already think they know. We really should've been more careful,” she said sighing, “and I'm the boss. There really shouldn't be an us.”

“But you want there to be,” he said, “right?” The panicked look on her face made her smile.

“Yes.” He tried to hide his relief and she laughed then.

“I'll cook again.”

“You don't have to Rodney,” she said, taking a bite of pie.

“I want to.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, I think I'm getting better at it,” she laughed again. She had never thought things would be like this, with McKay of all people, and okay, they weren't technically sleeping together but it was only a matter of time.

If he was going to cook, it was a matter of hours and she was really, really looking forward to dinner, his hands on her body again, she could still feel the promise his hands had made over a week ago.

Very strange things happened in the Pegasus galaxy.

“What?” Rodney asked when she smirked.

“Hmmm?”

“What's so funny?”

“Oh, I was just thinking, I didn't think I'd ever actually have sex with you.”

“You haven't yet.”

“You know what I mean McKay.”

“Sorry.” He blushed, and under the table she tapped his leg hard with his foot, making his cry out in fake pain. “And I know whatyou mean. I never, ever thought, we'd, you'd want me in any way, let alone, you know...” He waved downwards and she tried not to laugh again. He made her laugh so much recently. She was sure that the better she got to know him, the more he made her laugh, and the more anxious he got. As if they were both very aware of how strange it was but, how nice it was.

“I know,” she said.

“Are you going to finish that?” He pointed at her half eaten pie.

“No.”

“Oh.” The disappointment on his face threatened to make her laugh again.

“But you can have it anyway.”

“Really?” She put the plate onto his tray, licking her spoon clean, and he choked on his groan at the sight and the memory. She grinned.

“You really care about me don't you?” he said, voice high.

“What makes you say that? Because I gave you my pie?”

“Yes,” he took a bite of the pie, “that and the kissing, and the, you know...”Another wave downwards and she hated it when he was right (unless it was going to save lives) but he was right. She did care about him.

“I always have in a way Rodney,” she said, “and this was never about the sex for me.”

“Me neither.”

Her words weren't enough for him, she could tell that, and she didn't know if it was because of his insecurities or because she hadn't given him reason enough to trust her yet. Or both. She tried not to let it hurt her, because if nothing else, this was Rodney McKay that was hurting her, and she couldn't quite get her head around that.

Not just yet.

She untangled their legs and stood up. “I'm going back to work,” she told him.

“Okay.” He looked up at her and smiled at her with a huge happy grin and she felt better again. “Seven 'o' clock,” he added when she was a couple of steps away. Way to be discrete, she thought, but then, they were a bit late for that.

“Huh?”

“For dinner, you still want dinner right?”

“Seven,” she said smiling, “and try not to injure yourself too badly. I need you in one piece.”

“You need me?”

“Later McKay.”