*g* I would include a peach in this, but I fear the combination of John, Rodney, a peach, and nineteenth century man sex would kill Trin very dead indeed.

Not to mention the offhand image of Captain John swarming up the rigging like all captains should probably not do.

The thing about John Sheppard is that, in many ways, he is still fourteen. I love him anyway. Or maybe because of, I haven't decided. *g*