Slower Than Molasses In Winter
Summary: Love isn't always quick to bloom
He had known it would happen one of these days, but he’d thought that it would be quick. Instead, love had snuck up on him, slower than molasses in winter. He'd gone from wanting to strangle the snarky bastard every time he opened that mobile mouth, to, well, noticing that mobile mouth. And those large, competent hands that could dismantle Ancient technology while their owner's eyes and brain were working simultaneously on at least three other problems.
So, John still wanted to get his hands on Rodney McKay, but not for the purposes of asphyxiation... unless he was kinky that way, 'cause John was always open to new experiences, and Rodney looked the type to...
"Major? Are you hovering about behind my back for any specific reason, or is this just your daily 'let's annoy the geeks' visit?"