"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Rodney pushed himself up from the kinda-like-a-bearskin-rug thing that was laid out in front of a kinda-like-a-fireplace thing. The rug thing in front of the fireplace thing where he and John had been making out for the last hour in blissful peace. It figured that someone would knock on the door just as he'd gotten John's pants off.

"Ignore it," John said, one long-fingered hand reaching up to Rodney. "If it was an emergency, Ronon or Teyla would have radioed."

The knock came again. "I..." Rodney said, his gaze flicking from the gorgeous stretch of John's pale body against the dark fur to the door, where the quiet knock repeated.

"'S okay," John said, sighing. He wiggled a little before settling back into a totally unfair sprawl. "I can wait. Don't be long."

Rodney grabbed his pants and went to answer the door. He came back a moment later. Grinning, he shucked his pants and crawled back onto the rug, crawling on top of John in the process.

"What was it?" John asked, arching up against him.

"Door-to-door religious nuts," Rodney said, rubbing his face against John's neck. "I told them we'd come by their hut later to talk about it. I'm thinking 4:00 am local time. I want to find out if they've accepted Dan Wray as their personal savior."

John laughed and pressed himself against Rodney from chest to knees. "Well," he said. "I sure have."