Some Like it Cold Chapter 8
ROADHOUSE - Night
The place Osgood spoke about is small, dark, and practically deserted at this late hour of the evening. The Cuban band is playing La Cumparsita. Among the few dancers on the floor are Osgood and Ford, easily the most stylish couple in the joint. Ford has the flower tucked in his cleavage as they Tango.
“Teyla...” Osgood says as they do a slight turn.
Ford is dancing more on automatic then on purpose, snaps out of his self-imposed trance, “Yes, Osgood?”
Osgood gives a easy smile, “You're leading again.”
“Sorry,” Ford replies, and changes his hand positions slightly so Osgood can lead as was ‘expected’ of the guy, then they tango on.
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SALON OF CALEDONIA - Night.
John reenters the salon and sees Sugar is walking around admiring all the lavish tid-bits that were laid around the salon, especially the trophies. “Sorry,” he says, remembering his fake Carry Grant accent and sees she’s a bit startled, having not noticed his entrance.
“How is…mother?” Sugar asks with real concern.
“Oh, she’s fine. Just a case of…empty nest syndrome. You’d think by now she’d be over it,” he tells her as he moves in and places the bucket with the fresh champagne on the table. “Would you care for some raspberry champagne?”
“Raspberry?” Sugar asks, having never heard of such a thing, then thinks it might be rather common among the well off, “Oh, yes, it’s my favorite, thank you,” she smiles warmly.
John is still feeling a bit off balance, and has a hard time opening the bottle, and the cork goes flying across the room, hits the marlin, tilting it and lands in Sugar’s cleavage; smart cork. John, without thinking begins to reach for it, but Sugar’s hands grasping her chest out of surprise, prevents him and he then realizes what he almost did. “I’m terribly sorry,” John quickly apologizes.
Sugar is a bit offset herself, but manages a small laugh, “that’s alright,” she replies and removes the naughty cork as John quickly pours the new champagne which has a slight pinkish color to it and hands her a glass. “Thank you,” she says and goes and takes a seat on the couch again, wondering how to get things back on track.
John pours himself a glass and chugs it down while Sugar’s back is to him, then pours another one and takes the glass with him and retakes his seat on the couch as well. “Good,” he says, referring to the drink, wondering how to get things back on track, for he was absolutely NOT going to think about that electrifying, stimulating, sensual…he wasn’t going to think about that kiss moments ago.
“So…” both said which resulted in both of them laughing and it broke some of the tension in the room.
John smiled, “Perhaps we should call it an evening,” he said, remembering his false accent.
“Oh,” Sugar said with a bit of disappointment in her voice.
“I mean, if you want too,” John added, seeing a chance to get things back to where they were before the interruption.
“If you don’t mind,” Sugar said sweetly, “I would like another crack at it.”
John grinned, but not too big for that would defeat the purpose. “If you insist, but I think you’re wasting your time,” he said as he shifted around placing his glass on the coffee table and settled down on the couch like he had earlier. He watched Sugar shift, placing her own glass aside, then lean in and kiss him.
“Well,” Sugar asks as she leans back, hope beaming in her eyes.
“I’m…not quite sure. Try it again,” John replies, determined to make this happen, but he can’t help but think her sweet kisses have gone suddenly sour.
She kisses him again.
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ROADHOUSE - Night.
Osgood and Ford have now got the tango by the throat as they dance with flare and passion. Ford has his flower now in his teeth; his eyes are a bit glassy, probably from some drink and the late hour. Osgood whips him around, and then reverses the position again, and then Osgood has the flower between his teeth.
“You know, Osgood you’re really the Cat’s meow,” Ford tells him, and they continue dancing placing the other couples to shame.
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SALON OF CALEDONIA - Night.
The radio is still on, and John and Sugar are just coming out of their last kiss. John removes his glasses and wipes his eyes. He’s trying to salvage this, but it seems to have gone the way of the dogs as his mind won’t let him stop comparing kisses. He clears his throat. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” he asks, gently sitting up, allowing Sugar to also sit up and get resettled on the couch.
Sugar thinks she’s getting somewhere as she sees a slight flush in Shell Oil’s face. “Oh, you know - Junior League - charity bazaars - I used to sell kisses for the Milk Fund.”
John gives a small smile, “I bet you rose quite a bit,” he replied, shifting so his feet are now on the floor, a bit angry his body was not getting with the program.
“So…?” Sugar asks, more than willing to continue.
John can’t keep McKay out of his head and it’s ruining everything. Then it strikes him how much the man knew about what was going on between him and Sugar and like a charge of electricity shoots up his spine, he straightens, and looks around the room and sees a pillow strangely out of place by the wall. He gets up, not thinking of Sugar who is looking at him oddly and goes and tilts the pillow back and sees how McKay knew…he was listening in. “Why that…” he growls under his breath.
“Something wrong?” Sugar asks, seeing Shell Oil is upset by something.
John turns a fake smile to her, “I need to attend something, my darling, I’ll be right back,” John says, his Carry Grant almost slipping as he moves to the door. “Have some more champagne, nothing but the best,” he says then slips out of the salon, and goes in search of McKay. To not only confront him for eavesdropping but having the audacity to kiss him!
John heads to the galley as that was where he last knew the man was and enters only to hear what sounds like a door at the other end closing. He follows the sound through a door of the galley into another room, a small dinning area, the door leading out won’t open, it appears locked from the outside. More furious than before, John turns around and starts making his way back just in time to see the exit to the galley closed. He tries the door and it too is now locked. He bangs on the door, “McKay!” he snarls. “Let me the hell out of here!”
Rodney, on the other side laughs quietly and heads away from the noise toward the salon. He takes a moment and calms himself. He then opens the door and sees Sugar is surprised to see him. “Miss Sugar,” he greets her.
“Rodney,” she grins, for she was beginning to doubt her actions this evening. “The food is wonderful,” she tells him, believing that is why he is here.
“I shall inform the chef when he returns from shore leave,” Rodney smiles, for he finds he actually likes Sugar. “Unfortunately, Miss Sugar…Sir, has become locked into other events and is not able to attend you this evening. He asked that I extend his apologies and see you safely back to shore.”
“Oh,” Sugar replies, her cheeks a bit flushed, probably from embarrassment, as she knows how she had been throwing herself at the man earlier this evening. “Of course,” she adds, determined to keep some dignity.
Rodney feels for her, but he knows he’d in the right, for John was only using her and she doesn’t deserve that, nor does John, but that was another matter for when he got back. “This way, Miss Sugar,” Rodney says, picking up her wrap and holding it up for her.
Rodney guides Sugar to the motorboat and gets her safely seated next to him, and then unleashes the craft and begins their journey back. He glances over at the beautiful woman and knows that if he were inclined that way, sexy blonds like Sugar would be the only way for him.
“Miss Sugar,” he begins, keeping his face turned just enough so she can’t read him, for he’s been told his eyes give him a way a great deal. “If I may be so bold, perhaps this is a good thing,” he tells her.
“Why do you say that, Rodney?” Sugar asks, now puzzled by Shell Oil’s servant.
Not wanting Sugar to feel too bad, Rodney thinks quickly. “Sir…really wanted to spend the evening in your company, Miss Sugar. He genuinely likes you,” he says hoping it’s not a lie; glad he was facing away from her for she’d then see his doubt. “But…” he licks his lips. “Had he realized something…more…would have developed he would not have invited you.”
“Why not?” Sugar asks, sounding a bit hurt.
Taking a deep breath, Rodney knows again, this is best for her. “He is already involved with someone…pre-arranged by his parents…business,” he adds.
Sugar looks shocked and embarrassed, “He’s engaged?”
Rodney only nods, knowing his voice would crack if he said another word at the moment.
“Sugar Kowalczyk, you really are an idiot,” she berates herself.
“No,” Rodney tells her firmly, this time meeting her gaze. “You are a good woman, and deserve a good man,” he tells her, for he believes it. “The fact that what was to be one thing was regrettably turning into another is NOT your fault.”
Sugar looks grateful at Rodney, “Thank you.”
The distance from the yacht to the pier isn’t that great and soon, they are back where they were. Rodney secures the motorboat and helps Sugar out and walks up the steps with her, his eyes searching around as if looking for something.
“I can see myself back to the hotel,” Sugar tells Rodney, wanting the be alone in her misery.
“Nonsense,” Rodney replies, then his smile widens as he sees what he was looking for.
“Rodney,” a male’s voice calls out.
Sugar turns to see a short man, light brown hair, kind of messy, with round spectacles approaching. He was wearing a casual evening jacket and dark slacks, and she also noticed the strange accent as he spoke.
“Rodney…” the man began, but was quickly cut off.
“Ah, Miss Sugar, may I present Radek Zelenka, a dear friend of mine. “Radek,” Rodney said looking at his friend who’s eyes were growing wide at seeing the beautiful blond. “May I present Miss Sugar, lead singer of the talented Jazz band I told you about.”
“You sing Jazz?” Radek asked Sugar, a grin crossing his face.
“Yes,” Sugar smiles back.
“I have to get back,” Rodney interjects, “Radek, would you do me the favor and escort Miss Sugar back to the hotel it’s rather late.”
“Oh, I would be most honored,” Radek replies, his eyes only for Sugar. “I am fan of Jazz,” he tells her.
“You are?” Sugar asks, sounding a bit excited that someone shares her interest.
Radek extends his arm, “I would enjoy escorting you back, Miss Sugar,” he says.
Sugar gets a genuine smile on her face as she accepts Radek’s arm. “I’m Sugar Cain, though I changed it from, Sugar Kowalczyk,” she tells him, seeing no reason to lie about anything.
“Polish?” Radek asks with some excitement. “I myself am Czech…”
Rodney watches the couple wander away from the pier, a smug grin on his face. “Perhaps I should consider professional matchmaking,” he grins, looking like a little boy for a moment, then turns and hurries down to the boat and back to John, for his own plans are far from over this evening.
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ROADHOUSE - Night
The chairs are stacked on the tables, and Osgood and Ford are the only couple on the floor now. Osgood, wearing the flower behind his ear, and massaging his behind with a tablecloth, is tangoing with wild abandon around Ford who is shaking maracas to the beat of the music. Suddenly he grabs Ford, bends him over in a dashing dip. They straighten up, dance a couple of steps, and now Ford returns the compliment - he almost breaks Osgood's spine with an even more dashing dip.
As for the Cuban musicians - Osgood has kept his word. They are all blindfolded.
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GALLEY of THE CALEDONIA - (Later that same night.)
John was beyond furious now. He had spent who knows how long, banging and shouting to no avail, before he realized he was being stupid, and one thing he was NOT was stupid. He eyed the door and after a while of searching the kitchen, he took a butter knife and with some hard work, bent it in just the right way and set to work on the door.
It’s frustrating but soon he hears the click and is able to open the hatch, and slide the other part of the door aside and hurries onto the deck. He’s proud of himself and for a moment forgets to be angry. Then he recalls Sugar and drops the bent knife and hurries back to the Salon.
He hurries in about to apologize to Sugar about being away so long and only see Rodney, his jacket is hanging on the back of a chair, and the lights have been dimmed as classical music now plays in the background. “What…where’s Sugar?” John demands, forgoing the Cary Grant impersonation.
Rodney finishes his slice of pheasant and grins at John, “I took her back. Let her know you were…locked into something different and unable to return to her. Then…” Rodney grinned wider as he sipped some of the expensive champagne, “I told her that you liked her as a friend, but would never had thought of inviting her if you know something could possibly happen between you…being your involved with someone else.”
John is almost seeing red, “What? I’m not involved with anyone else, why you…” he moves forward ready to grab Rodney, but the man steps around keeping the table between them.
“Hey, I’m doing you and her a favor,” Rodney protests, but there is a twinkle in his eyes that show he’s not nearly as frighten as he’s making out to be at the moment.
“Favor…FAVOR…I’ll give you favor,” John growls as he begins his chase of Rodney around and around the table, McKay just managing to keep on the other side, his smile, irritating John to no end. “Where do you get off interfering in something that isn’t your business?” he shouts.
“Where do you get off LYING to that poor girl?” Rodney countered. “Where do you off thinking it’s okay to take advantage of the unique insight you’ve gained from being her ‘friend’ and using it to hurt her?”
John slowed down in his chase, but the chase around the table still continued. “It’s not like that,” John tried to protest, but his words sound weak, even to his own ears.
“Really? Rodney stops still across from John. He folds his arms over his chest and lifts his chin in defiance, “Then tell me, John…just HOW is it?”
John stopped too, trying to find an answer; even the ‘be-a-man’ voice was not loud enough to overcome the guilt he was suddenly feeling. “I liked her,” John said, again his voice weak, and he wasn’t looking at Rodney anymore.
Rodney moved around the table and stood next to John, his own anger gone, and reached out and lifted John’s chin so their eyes met. “You liked her as a friend, but something inside told you, you can’t be simply friends with her, because she’s a woman. Men are for friends, women for…sex. But the problem, John, is that you FEEL closer to men then woman in some ways, but have trouble with why?”
John looked into Rodney’s gorgeous blue eyes, stunned that Rodney was saying exactly what he’d been thinking and feeling for such a long time. “Do you know why?” he finally asked.
“Yes,” Rodney whispered and leaned in and kissed John once more.
Once again, John felt the fiery charge spring throughout his body upon the simple touch of Rodney’s lips. They were soft and firm, and they made his lips tingle with need of more. Then a tongue caressed his bottom lip, asking for entrance and without thinking, he opened his mouth and melted upon Rodney devouring him as if he were a delicacy.
John felt strong arms wrap around him, pulling him close to a firm, solid body, and he shivered at the feel, a mix of anticipation and fear, for he had never dared…yet he found he wanted this feeling. He wanted to be held like he was precious and desired; he couldn’t explain it, didn’t even try. He heard a passionate moan and then realized it had come from him. Slowly he pulled back, needing to grasp some air, as his head was spinning. “Um…” was all John could say.
Rodney smiled, pleased by the dazed look on John’s face. He led John to the couch, which was now covered with what could be a blanket or large afghan, and sat John down toward the left of the couch and Rodney on the right, still caressing his face. “Men can be for sex…if it’s with the right man,” Rodney whispers and leans in and kisses John again, and is met with a passionate response from John.
John has never felt anything like this before. It’s wild, passionate, and deep and so many things he can not even begin to name, nor does he want to even try at the moment. His body his burning in a way it’s never felt before and just from a kiss from Rodney McKay. He wraps his arms around Rodney’s neck, his own mouth dueling with Rodney’s in a passionate battle, that John finds he could care less if he wins or loses, though in the end, he relents and let Rodney control the kiss and take over.
The next thing he knows, he’s in the same exact position he was with Sugar, on his back, but with Rodney kneeling between his legs, his mouth moving down his jaw to his neck, like fire caressing his skin. “Oh yes,” he moans, not able to deny how wonderful that feels.
“Let me, John,” Rodney whispers. “Let me show you what you need?” Rodney whispers in John’s ear, licking and nipping the shell.
John is on fire, feeling the heat that is Rodney McKay above him, to the side of him and he wants to be engulfed in it. “Yes,” he moans in delight, his legs instinctively wrapping around Rodney’s legs, pulling the man closer to him. He can’t think, only feel…feel what he’s never felt before…real desire. “Oh, yes, please.”
That was all Rodney needed, then slowly he began to undo John’s shirt, intents on removing all of John’s cloths before he removes his own. He grins in delight to see how hairy John is, for he loves the feel on his own skin. He rubs the palm of his left hand up and down John’s firm muscular chest, paying attention to his left nipple. He’s pleased by the reaction of John arching his back into the sensation. “No one ever done that before?” he whispers in John’s ear. “No one ever play with your nipples, tweak them?” he asked just as he pinched John’s left nipple and grinned even more seeing John gasp in delight.
John was panting heavily already, he was on fire, and his cock was harder than he could recall in a long time. Rodney’s voice stimulated him like no one ever had. No woman he knew would talk the way he did. No woman he knew would touch him with such…force and determination. He had always been the aggressor, but now, he was being taken and he couldn’t help but admit he loved it. “More,” was all he could manage in between pants for air.
“I’ll give you more, John. I’ll give you what woman ever could,” Rodney said, his voice low and husky.
John shivered with delight at hearing Rodney’s voice, and saw his blue eyes were growing dark with arousal and found the thought that it was for him very pleasing indeed. “Show me,” John replied and pulled Rodney down into a deep passionate kiss.
Rodney grinned into the kiss and leaned up to remove his own shirt, then the rest of John’s jacket and shirt, tossing it aside. He knew that by sunrise, John Sheppard would not only be his, but he’d no longer be a virgin, for he had every intentions of deflowering this sexy man and claim him…forever. [Insert NC-17 sex additions here]
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YACHT AT ANCHOR - Dawn.
The sun is on the horizon as John and Rodney make their way back to shore via the motorboat. John has his head resting on Rodney’s shoulder, looking very dreamy, as is Rodney, who is just managing to drive the motorboat in a straight line.
Once there, Rodney ties up the boat and wanders up the steps and up the pier, Rodney spotting Osgood stumbling toward them. They both exchange a quick nod, that looks very polite and casual, as Osgood continues to the steps and Rodney and John, holding hands, aware there is no one around that really matters, continue toward the hotel.
Rodney looks over his shoulder and sees Osgood manage his motorboat easily and head back to his yacht, and then Rodney’s full attention is on the man next to him. He walks John to the steps of the hotel, but John pulls him aside, to the banister and column he’ll have to climb to get back to his room. “I have to take the stairs,” John grins, feeling a bit bashful and giddy. He’s never felt so wonderful in his life as he does this moment.
Rodney looks up and chuckles, “be careful,” he says, and with a quick look to be sure they’re alone, leans in and kisses John’s lips tenderly, lovingly. “I’m on the top floor, number four…perhaps I could ask Johanna up or out later today?” he grins playfully.
“Do that,” John says, not wanting the night to end, but he’ll need some rest if he’s gong to have any time tomorrow to be with Rodney much less perform tonight. He steps back moving toward the railing, when an arm gently but firmly lays upon his arm. He looks to see the concern and affection in Rodney’s eyes.
“Take a hot soak, it’ll help,” Rodney says, though his eyes are saying ‘please, be careful.”
“I will,” John replies to both the spoken and unspoken question and then shimmies up the column with grace of a dancer and acrobat, which brings a huge smile to Rodney’s face. Rodney turns and begins to whistle as he makes his way into the hotel, feeling on top of the world and wondering just how he could thank his doctor for such fine medical advice as taking this vacation.
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ROOM 413 - Dawn
Ford, still in his evening gown, is stretched out on his bed, gaily singing La Cumparsita and accompanying himself with a pair of maracas. John appears over the railing of the balcony, steps through the window into the room, looking like he just won the Irish Lottery and more.
“Hi, Ford,” John greets his friend exuberantly. “Everything under control?”
Ford is grinning ear to ear, “ Have I got things to tell you!”
John’s curious, and shares his own smile with his friend, “What happened?”
Ford leans up onto his elbows and beams at John, “I'm engaged.”
John is genuinely happy for his friend, “Congratulations. Who's the lucky girl?”
Ford plops back into the bed, though his smile is so bright, he could be floating. “I am.”
John’s eyes go wide, “What?”
Ford is still shaking his maracas, brimming over with joy. “Osgood proposed to me. We're planning a June wedding.”
John is stunned and looks at Aiden if he’s lost it. “What are you talking about? You can’t marry Osgood.”
Ford gets up, looking at John with a bit of concern, “You think he’s too old for me?”
“Ford! You can't be serious!” John replies, not able to fathom what’s going through his friend’s head.
“Why not? He keeps marrying girls all the time!” Ford pouts.
John blinks at his friend a few times, “But you're not a girl. You're a guy! And why would a guy want to marry a guy?” he asks without really thinking about his own feelings not only moments ago.
Ford thinks for half a second, “Security?”
John mentally agrees, then thinks of the hot sexy and wonderful companionship…then shakes it off. “Ford, you'd better lie down. You're not doing well.”
Ford steps away from John looking irritated. “Look, stop treating me like a child. I'm not stupid. I know there's a problem.”
“I'll say there is!”
Ford sticks his tongue out at John, the crosses his arms over his padded chest, still holding the maracas. “His mother - we need her approval. But I'm not worried - because I don't smoke.”
John shakes his head, wondering if everyone has lost their senses, as he was sure of it. Not that long ago, he was thinking crazy thoughts now Ford was and he couldn’t let that happen, the kid was just too naive at times. “Ford - there's another problem.”
“Like what?” Aiden asked, eyes narrowing at John, wondering why his friend isn’t happy for him.
“Like…” John wonders if Aiden really has thought about all this, and decides to see. “…What are you going to do on your honeymoon?” he asked, hoping the question would pose the obvious.
“We've been discussing that. He wants to go to the Riviera - but I sort of lean toward Niagara Falls,” Ford tells John, looking in deep thought and wondering what John might have to say on the matter.
Okay, now John knows Ford has lost it. “You're out of your mind! How can you get away with this?”
Ford sighs as if John is a child, “Oh, I don't expect it to last. I'll tell him the truth when the time comes.”
John folds his arms across his chest, “Like when?”
Ford grins knowingly, “Like right after the ceremony.”
“Oh,” John says as if it makes perfect sense.
“Then we'll get a quick annulment - he'll make a nice settlement on me - I'll have those alimony checks coming in every month…” Ford says, shaking his maracas to the beat of his joy.
John shakes his head, “Ford, listen to me - there are laws - conventions - it’s just not being done!”
Ford beams knowingly, “But John - this may be my last chance to marry a millionaire! Plus, its perfectly viable in Canada…they’re not as backwards as we are…”
John’s eyes go wide again, unbelieving that Ford is talking about marrying a guy, as he’s never seemed the type; then again, no one would have pegged him for wanting to have sex with a man…well, specifically Rodney McKay. “They are?” he gasps, stunned and not sure what to think. Then he decides that Ford isn’t thinking clear, there is no way the kid understands what he’s talking about. “Look, Ford - take my advice - forget the whole thing - just keep telling yourself you're a boy!” It doesn’t take long to see in his friend’s eyes that he wasn’t thinking the situation out after all.
“I'm a boy - I'm a boy - I wish I were dead - I'm a boy - I'm a boy …” Ford removes his wig and slaps it down on the nearby desk. “What am I going to do about my engagement present?”
“What engagement present?” John asks, arching a brow.
Ford picks up a jewel box, opens it, then hands it to John. “He gave me this bracelet.”
John takes Bienstock's glasses out of his pocket, examines the bracelet through one of the lenses. “Hey - these are real diamonds.” John whistles, impressed.
Ford takes his bracelet back in a huff. “Naturally. You think my fiancé is a bum? Now I guess I'll have to give it back.” He looks sad as he seems to rather like the bracelet.
“Wait a minute - lets not be hasty. After all, we don't want to hurt poor Osgood's feelings,” John replies, dollar signs in his eyes.
There is a knock on the door startling both Ford and John. “Just a minute,” John calls out in his girl voice. Then they both grab their wigs and slap them on. John dives into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin since he doesn’t have time to change.
“It’s me - Sugar,” the voice calls out.
John sees that Ford is ready and then calls out, “come in.”
Sugar, in a negligee, comes in - or rather, floats in. “I thought I heard voices - and I just had to talk to somebody. I don't feel like going to sleep.”
“I know what you need - a slug of bourbon,” Ford says and moves to the bureau drawer and takes out the hot-water bottle.
“Oh, no. I’m off that stuff for good,” Sugar tells them, grinning ear to ear.
Did you have a nice time?” John asks, feeling a bit puzzled, because according to Rodney, he sent her home hours ago.
“Nice?” Sugar beams as if she’s floating on a cloud, then sighs. “Well, at first it was absolutely wonderful, but then…”
“Did he get fresh?” Ford asked, hands on his hips, practically glaring at John.
Sugar laughs, “No, Radek is a true gentleman,” Sugar sighs with delight, taking a seat on the empty bed.
“RADEK?” John and Ford ask.
“Who…” John remembers his girl voice, “Who is Radek I thought you were with…Shell Oil?”
“Oh, I was,” Sugar replies, coming back to Earth. “He was very charming, and his yacht was elegant, but…” she sighs, “He’s involved with someone else.”
“That dirty rat,” Ford snaps.
“No, no, it’s not like that,” Sugar protests immediately. “Rodney explained it all to me.”
“Rodney? I thought you said the name was Radek?” Ford asked, seeming confused.
Sugar laughs, “Radek is a true sweetie, and Rodney is Shell Oil’s man’s…man, I think he put it.”
“Man’s man?” Ford asks, looking at John for explanation, and wonders about the flush upon his face and why his friend won’t meet his eyes. “I don’t get it?”
Sugar gives an understanding look to her friend. “It seems that Junior has a problem, and didn’t think I would be able to…affect him. If he had, he wouldn’t have invited me, as he’s already engaged to some one…an arranged marriage.”
John is torn between being angry and glad that Rodney handled the matter with Sugar, but he’s still confused about some things. “So, who is Radek?”
“Yeah, who is this Radek?” Ford asks.
Sugar beams, “He’s this really nice man Rodney introduced me too on my way back to the hotel. He walked me back and we talked…it was so easy. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a cup of coffee…”
“Coffee?” John asked, really feeling out of sorts hearing this.
“Yes, and we sat downstairs and drank coffee and talked and talked…his parents were immigrants from the Czech Republic, still under Russian rule. They were tailors, that worked hard to send him to school…he is so smart…” Sugar grinned.
“Not as smart as Rodney, I bet,” John muttered under his breath, feeling possessive over his lover.
“What?” Sugar asked.
John wanting to cover up his slip, “Teyla got a proposal tonight.”
“Really?” Sugar beamed with true joy for her friend.
“From a rich millionaire,” John added.
“That’s wonderful,” Sugar grinned, then suddenly looking sad as she turns to look at John, “Poor Johanna.”
“Me?” John asks, feeling startled by such a reaction.
“Yes, Teyla has a beau - I have a beau - if we could only find somebody for you,” Sugar tells her.
Before John can say he’s got someone, as Rodney was more than willing to play Johanna’s beau, the door opens, and in strides the fresh Bellhop, gin bottle in one hand and the passkey in the other. “Here I am, doll!”
John decides to let this all go and slinks under the covers, wanting the punk to get lost along with everyone else, for the sun is up and he wants to sleep so he can begin a new day with his lover…Rodney.
****End of Chapter Eight****