Rodney stands outside the door for a long time - stands perfectly still and thinks about what he's about to do. Communication isn't Rodney's forte. He doesn't understand the subtleties and nuances of layered conversations - it's all just white noise to him, punctuated with "Do this" and "Go there" and "Hand me that" - the important stuff.

Not that Ronon was all that subtle.

He raises his hand to knock, then stops. Ronon gave him a look in the lab. Rodney's pretty sure it was a look. One of those looks that promises things. Naked things. Sweaty things. Things that Rodney hasn't thought about in a long time. Things that Rodney wants. Badly.

Instead of knocking, he opens the door with his brain.

Ronon's propped up on the bed, barefoot but fully dressed, and he's watching the door with a small smile on his face. It's not the polar bear smile. It's not the smile he gives Sheppard or Teyla or Elizabeth - the one that doesn't quite make it to his eyes. This one is warm, verging on hot, but there's a tiny bit of uncertainty in it, too.

Rodney steps inside and closes the door. Ronon waits.

"Took you long enough," he growls.