Shweir drabble...just a flirtatious moment during a briefing.

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Eyes connect across the briefing table. She looks away first, he notes the pale red tinge to her cheeks and follows the curve of her jaw to her lips. She glances back, and with an amused glint in her lustrous green eyes lets her tongue dart out and skim the soft red surface he is so intently studying. He leans forward slightly and then—remembering himself—tears his eyes away. She tucks the black hair behind her ear, hand half-covering a triumphant smile. Until she feels an ankle softly caress her leg. Green eyes look up—startled—but he is turned away, teasing Rodney. He tosses her a casual smile and runs a hand through mussed hair, and she narrows her eyes. John—2, Liz—1. The briefing just got interesting.