Of the same kinds, class, or nature

Cadman thought about it for a minute. When the inevitable mental images started popping up, she prepared herself to be disgusted – it was McKay, after all, and even Colonel Sheppard couldn’t make up for that, right? – but found herself squirming for an entirely different reason. It was actually…hot?

“Lieutenant – ” Sheppard started, but Cadman shook her head. She knew where this was going.

“Sir, don’t worry about it. I don’t know anything.” She tapped his fingers in what she hoped was a reassuring way, only to find that they were intertwined with McKay’s, which led immediately to thoughts of other things intertwining. She squirmed again. God, she obviously needed to get laid, if this was setting her off.

McKay yanked on the ropes again. “Look, Cadman, I’m sure the idea of me having sex with anyone is completely anathema to you, but could you please stop pulling on the ropes? I have very sensitive skin.”

“That is not the problem here, McKay,” she ground out. Oh, Jesus Christ, she had to start thinking before she opened her mouth.

“Lieutenant?” Colonel Sheppard nudged her shoulder.

“Forget it, sir. It’s nothing.” Cadman closed her eyes and sat as still as she could. She just needed to forget that she knew anything and focus on keeping her mouth shut until someone got them out of here. She could do that. She felt Colonel Sheppard and McKay turn toward each other. She was alternating between berating herself and promising whoever was listening that she’d say as many Hail Marys and Our Fathers as it took to make it like this had never happened when she felt fingers, cold from the lack of circulation, grip her own.

“It’s not nothing, Cadman,” McKay murmured, turning his head toward her. “At least, it doesn’t have to be. Right, Sheppard?” She could feel McKay’s breath stirring the hairs on her neck, and since when had that become sexy?, she wondered, feeling herself flush all over.

Colonel Sheppard was saved from answering by guards stomping in and summarily throwing them out into the street where Teyla was waiting. After listening to McKay bitch about loss of function in his extremely valuable hands and not getting so much of a sideways glance from him or the colonel all the way back to the ‘jumper, she began to convince herself that she’d misread the whole thing. She wasn’t nearly as relieved by that as she should have been.