Shan, the leader of the Hanturan delegation, clapped his hands together loudly once.

"Colonel Sheppard, Dr. McKay - if you will join us?"

John unfolded himself from the floor and helped Rodney to his feet. The rest of the Atlanteans stood; the men all adjusted their clothing.

Shan smiled beatifically at everyone around the table in turn. "We are pleased with your gesture of harmony and good faith. I don't believe we have ever seen such an offering of this ritual!"

The other Hanturans smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Shan grinned at them again. "As is traditional, we shall all join in the final kiss to seal our alliance as friends."

At his words, the Hanturans turned to one another and exchanged kisses on both cheeks, much like the Russians. Zelenka nearly killed himself trying to swallow a laugh, and everyone else just looked pole-axed.

"Ah, fuck it," Lorne said, and bent Elizabeth back over his arm in a kiss worthy of the final frames of a black-and-white movie. When he came up for air, he turned to Zelenka and did the same thing.

At that, Ronon wrapped his arms around Teyla and pulled her off her feet, kissing her through both of their laughter.

John stared at Rodney, who stared back. John wondered if he looked as languid, disheveled, and well-kissed as Rodney did. John stopped thinking when Rodney cupped his face gently in big, warm hands and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, whispering, "Tonight."