"Thirty-seven," Teyla said, and her voice was a low purr. Rodney glanced over and was pretty sure that he could see that Ronon had his hand under the table and that it was in pretty close proximity to her...leg.

Between kiss thirty-one and kiss thirty-two, he and John had moved to a different position - one that had Rodney sitting on the floor with his back to the wall. John was between his legs sideways, with his own legs neatly curled under Rodney's left one. This allowed Rodney to lean on the wall and John to lean against Rodney's upraised right knee with his arms draped around Rodney's neck. It was a little cuddly, but they'd been running out of ways to do this without serious circulation issues.

The spectators had all adjusted their chairs to have an unobstructed view.

"Almost done," John murmured into Rodney's neck, and Rodney rubbed his nose across John's temple.

"You sorry?" Rodney didn't lift his head.

"Nope," John said. "I could do this all night."

Rodney pulled John close, hitching his hips forward to push his cock against John's thigh. "Maybe not all night - we'll have to sleep sometime."

John lifted his head, and Rodney traced his tongue over the perfect cupid's bow of John's lower lip, and then bit it playfully. John's hand in his hair pulled him down, and Rodney fell into the kiss.