"You're not my usual type, you know." A dry, warm thumb starts tracing over the bones of John's wrist. It's almost mesmerizing the way that Rodney doesn't meet John's eyes. "I don't mean the military thing because, frankly, I have a weakness for intelligent air-force personnel. I mean you. You're all angular and sharp. Not physically -- well, okay, your face does have a certain angular length to it, which isn't precisely unattractive -- but you're, like, the sharp sign on a note. You take these ordinary, mundane things and make them striking and vivid. You stand in a mess hall of marines, and you're the one that stands out, humming a little higher than the rest."

Whoa, there, Rodney! Easy on the fangrrrlish gushing, or John'll get a swelled head!
*snorfles*

This is going into memories with your other SGA fics *smooches*