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John rolled over with a sigh.  He was loose limbed and hazy eyed, and he could barely get the energy to dab at the mess on his stomach with the corner of a sheet.  He looked at Rodney, feeling a smile begin to tug at his face. 

"So was it good for you?"

Rodney was looking straight up at the ceiling, sweat beading at his temples.  His mouth was crooked down at the corners and he was breathing heavily. 

"No, not really, actually no."

John looked over sharply, he was too worn out to even feel properly outraged, and that was a sign of a good time.  He waited a moment, trying to gather an appropriate amount of hurt and confusion in his voice.  "What do you mean?"  Maybe his voice was a little too hurt, he sounded a bit strangled. 

Rodney looked over at him, meeting his eyes.  "It's just that usually, you know - when you do that thing with the twist - I get  thoughts, ideas."  Rodney's hands had worked themselves free of the sheets and were waving in the air above John's face. 

"What do you mean ideas?" And the post-sex buzz was definitely wearing off, because John's voice was sounding more and more hurt by the second.

"Math.  Problems we've had with the city.  This one time?  I figured out the problem we'd been having with the doors not opening for people who didn't have the gene.  Radek had been getting stuck for days -"  Rodney's voice died down when he looked at John's face.  "It's useful."

John looked down at the mess on his stomach, and wondered how fast it would take to get out of Rodney's room and down to the shooting range.  He started to sit up.

"It's just - for the last few times - I can only think of you."

John looked over at Rodney's face, which was colouring a bit.  He looked down at Rodney's hands, which were gripping at the sheets. 

"Oh." It would probably take at least 15 minutes, and John was tired and he thought his legs might be falling asleep.

"It's very inefficient, you know" and Rodney was looking at John earnestly now, ears red and hand on John's arm "I think about you even when I should be thinking of - of not you."

John lay back down and felt a smile creep back up onto his face.   "Well good."  And John fell asleep.

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND ELIZABETH MARRIED SIX MEN, BEING THE SECOND (LORNE BEING THE FIRST) POLYGAMIST IN SPACE.