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Sixth Floor, Wednesday

The drawings were ~~handwavily~~ there and the wood delivery was on time. Since Monday, the NPC construction team had set up the chalk lines and prepared the area where the walls were going up to help the novices get things done.

When it seemed everyone who was coming had managed to show up, Ronon started talking, looking way too good in his leather pants and tight vest. He'd rejected the hard hat for now and had his dreads tied back with a large band. "Okay, today we're framing out and setting up some interior walls."

He went into extreme detail explaining and showing how this was done, and by the end was sure the heat was on somewhere because that slight sheen of sweat was not from exertion. "Some of the pieces are more awkward to hold and nail into place, so help each other out or call me over if you need."

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Oh by the ancients, let everyone get through the heat of the morning with some part of their clothing in place.

It seemed warmer to John, even as he found a stack of two by fours and started wrangling them into place with gloved hands. Really, the tool belt slung low on his hips and the hard hat were kind of hot. Even to him. Was that vain?

Wednesdays were Brooke's day to be here. And while she'd completely paid attention during the ...lecture, words, whatever they were, she wasn't listening to a single word.

She was so glad to be in a room with hot guys today.

It was really unfair that Brooke always came on John's day. Um.

It was really unfair that Brooke was always at the renovation thing when John was there. Better. Since Dex had told them to ask for assistance it wasn't like he could ignore her. "Need any help with that, Brooke." It was important to use her name, yes.

"Yes," Brooke said slowly. "Yes, I do."

And then she purposely dropped the ~~wood she was hold~~ ~~the piece of wood she was hol~~ piece and said, "Oops."

"Allow me," John offered oh so magnanimously, bending down and picking up the wood right in front of her. "You wanna nail it in place?"

"Well, ask a silly question..." Brooke replied.

It was wrong that she was so similar-looking, and yet not exactly the same as Jaina. So unfortunate. John braced the wood in place and smiled his lazy smile. "Whenever you and your hammer are ready."

"We're doing something wrong if I'm the one using the hammer," Brooke pointed out.

John coughed, the little tiny voice in his head reminding him how NO BAD WRONG this was. "Yes, but if I'm holding it and hammering, the wall's gonna end up crooked."

"Who's talking about the wall?" Brooke certainly wasn't.

Damn. "Sorry, Brooke, just biding my time till lunch break." And the real flirtation.

"Me, too." Just in a different way. And no, it hadn't really occurred to her yet that he was someone else's boyfriend. She'd feel bad when it did.

Visitors are welcome to bring food and attempt to pick up hot, sweaty construction workers.

After watching for a little bit, Jaina was more than happy to get closer. She'd brought lunch, too, wondering what that'd get her today.

Hr brain didn't work like this, really.

"Tell me you brought me a sandwich," John said, moving in much closer than anyone sweaty from construction work ever should.

She didn't so much mind sweaty. Even more, she was happy for the closeness. "I might've..." she said leadingly, holding the bag up for him.

He'd missed her a lot in the last hours and moved into her space a bit more. "What do I owe you for bringing that?"

There was that smirk again she couldn't keep off her face. "I'd say at the very least a kiss is in order," she told him, settling her free hand on him just above the toolbelt.

"I think I can manage a kiss. At the very least." That part of John that had been feeling warm and needy all morning won out of any semblance of sanity the boy possessed and he bent down to lift her up to where he could kiss her at an even level.

Well now. In all actuality, Jaina could still probably win out against hormones if she even thought to, but if she was trying to wrap herself around him, it was because she just didn't want to fall while he was kissing her.

Yeah, she'd go with that reasoning.

John was very not satisfied to kiss Jaina in any chaste and short manner. He'd been working hard and she'd brought him food--a task very deserving of proper appreciation. And he really appreciated it.

This didn't bode well for onlookers.

Taking a moment to thoroughly enjoy this, and wow was it easy to forget other people were around, she pulled away just enough to murmur, "If this is what I get for lunch, maybe I should learn to actually cook."

While she was talking, he was taking a moment to kiss along her jaw. "Uh huh." That was him agreeing because he didn't have the time to explain exactly what real meal cooking would earn her.

When she started making those little pleased sounds in public, that was not good. "How long do you have to be here?" she asked, half-sighing.

It wasn't that he had to think about how to answer her, it was more that his lips were busy doing things to her neck that verged on inappropriate. When he finally paused, he lifted his eyes to hers and reminded her of an important fact. "I don't."

Yes, he volunteered out of sheer boredom while she worked.

"And yet we're here," she said with a wicked little grin.

"Let's not be," he suggested, hand wandering over her back.

"Good plan," she said, though then when she went to kiss him, that sort of made things more difficult again.

John thought he always had good plans, even when things went a little skewed. He responded enthusiastically to her lips on his.

Hmm. Was there something they were supposed to be doing? Whatever.

They'd get to moving in a minute. At the moment, she... well, okay, she couldn't seem to stop kissing him, wrapping her arms more tightly around him to try and get closer.

Ronon was going to gag if this went on much longer, even if his Sheppard would beg for a video.

He moved closer to the tongue-tied couple, crossed his arms, and coughed. "Didn't realize face was on the menu for lunch today."

It took a second before Jaina even realized anyone was speaking, and then when she pulled away, it was to automatically say, "We're not doing anything."

John would...just let her handle this. He considered she could be trying to mind whammy the guy and speaking could mess with that.

He did, however, consider that maybe he should put her down given the way Ronon was glaring.

"Uh huh." Sure Ronon believed that. Or maybe he was just jealous. "Lunch time's over. Hit the road."

"Okay," said Jaina quickly, not even making a move to get back to the floor. Yes, she really was that bad, thinking they'd get downstairs like this. It was all about the proximity.

"I think I'll just..." John took a few steps toward the stairwell, girlfriend still wrapped around him. "Go with her, yeah."

"Uh huh," Ronon rolled his eyes at the pair headed for death by staircase. Just so long as he didn't have to watch, Ronon didn't care.

Walking back to the actual work that was left to be done, he stripped off his vest to one better Fraser and his t-shirt.

If anyone's left, something tells me there will be shirtlessness.

Is it hot in here or is it just him?

Fraser was definitely feeling hot and that was why he was down to just a t-shirt. It seemed like the appropriate thing to do.

Wanna watch? Today is so the day for it.

Jaina had told John she'd be here, it was just that for some reason she was really looking forward to it today. And she really wanted to know why she had to try so hard to keep the smile off her face while watching.

Up early for the SP love.

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