His eyes still on his reports, Rodney McKay grabbed a sandwich from the serving table and filled his mug with coffee. He finally looked up to glance around the Atlantis mess hall in search of an empty seat. He was in luck -- there was an empty table in the back corner. He headed for it, oblivious to the fact that all the other tables were over-full, as if people were avoiding the table Rodney was now sitting at.Rodney was halfway through his sandwich when a shadow fell over his table. John Sheppard was standing there, his hands stuck in his pockets. His mouth was quirked up in a grin. He kept looking at Rodney, who looked down at his shirt.
"What, did I get mustard on my shirt?"
John kept grinning as he shook his head. "You didn't even notice, did you?"
"Notice what?" Now Rodney was annoyed. He hated these verbal games.
"Look up," John advised.
Refraining from rolling his eyes, Rodney looked up. "Oh, hell," he swore. "Whose juvenile idea of humor was this?"
"C'mon, Rodney, 'tis the season."
"We're not on Earth, Major, and not everyone celebrates Christmas."
"It's just a little mistletoe, McKay," John said, his grin changing to a frown even as he turned more formal.
Rodney pushed back his chair and stood. "Fine." He reached out, put both hands on John's face, and pulled the startled man toward him, kissing John soundly on the lips. He let go of John's head when he pulled back, turning to pick up his tray. "Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Good Solstice, and Happy Kwanzaa." Rodney ignored the stares and scattered applause of the other expedition members as he stuffed the tray into the disposal slot and left the room