A/N: Don't own, don't' make any money from my "borrowing" of these beloved characters. This is a one shot, just for fun!
"This game sucks." John's fingers were on the verge of cramping from the death grip he had on the video game controller. "It's about time to head out, I don't want to be late tonight."
"This game is awesome. You're just a sore loser." Ford glanced sideways, a huge grin plastered across his face. "You can play a few more minutes. I can tell you've already been through your beauty routine. Your shirt is clean and your hair couldn't be messier if you tried."
"Hey, leave my hair alone. Trust me, it cannot be tamed." John leaned closer to the TV screen. "And I'm not losing, I'm just at a slight tactical disadvantage."
"It's Madden NFL, Sheppard, not Call of Duty."
John felt his scowl deepen. "It's still a battlefield."
Laughter drifted into his quarters. He did a double so fierce he'd probably feel the whiplash the next day. Elizabeth leaned against the door frame, a soft mischievous smile on her face. Instead of her uniform, she wore a tiny sweater that draped open to reveal a lace edged tank top. The long expanses of her bare legs displayed under a little black skirt that brushed gently against her knees. A hot sweat instantly broke out across his forehead as he tried to process the amount her luscious creamy skin on display. Oh-
"Hot damn!" Ford jumped out of his chair and started his victory dance.
John had completely forgotten he was even playing a game. The diversion gave John a moment to compose himself or at least try. Composure was going to be difficult, especially as her necklace drew his eyes right down towards her-
"Ohh." Ford snapped to attention, his eyes wide with alarm. "Hey, Dr. Weir."
"Don't stop dancing on my account." Elizabeth laughed again.
John couldn't remember Elizabeth's laughter ever sounding so throaty, sensual. He was torn between enjoying the view and the urge to cover her up. He could put his leather jacket around her, that might hinder the viewing pleasure of the crew, but those long shapely legs….damn. Maybe he could talk her into going somewhere more private tonight. Elizabeth was too perceptive, he highly doubted any jealousy on his part would go undetected, no matter how much he tried to hide it.
"I'd ask you to join us, but you might be a bit overdressed. You look very nice, if I may say so." Ford elbowed John as if encouraging him to agree.
He ignored Ford, but realized he was staring at her. He needed to get a grip and fast. He reached over and picked up his water, looking for any excuse to distract him.
"Thank you, Aiden. John suggested my New Year's resolution." A flush spread across Elizabeth's cheeks. "So…now I have a date."
John coughed up the sip he'd just taken, almost spewing the water all over Ford. Ford's eyes twinkled with amusement. John would swear he was enjoying his discomfort.
"You don't say. Well, Dr. Weir, I hope you have a very nice time on that date." Ford elbowed John again.
"I told you to take more chances, Elizabeth." John tried for a normal tone of voice, but even in his ears, he sounded a little pissed off. "I never said anything about dating someone."
Elizabeth purposely ignored John. "I must admit, my expectations are high. I've been waiting a long time to take a chance on this date."
John's mouth gaped wide with shock as Elizabeth waved goodbye. Great, he thought. What an attractive image of himself to imprint on her mind before she left. Then all thought washed away when she started moving. His was only dimly aware of his head bobbing slightly from side to side as he watched her hips sashay back and forth until she disappeared into the hallway.
Wait. She wasn't supposed to have a date tonight. He moved to follow her, but he'd somehow ended up tangled in the controller wires.
"Elizabeth." John called after her. "You said you'd have dinner with me tonight."
She eased back into the doorway, a wicked smile on her face. "I know."
She arched a brow and vanished without another word just as John fell flat on his face, the controller still looped about one ankle.
John groaned in pain. He looked up and found Ford hysterically laughing, once again doing his victory dance. "Ford, what the hell just happened?"
"You just got schooled, Sheppard. I think Dr. Weir just gave you the first lesson on why they call it falling in love." Ford laughed so hard he almost tripped on the controller wires as well.
John shook his head as he climbed to his feet. "And why you should always buy wireless controllers."
John dusted himself off and walked towards the door. His pride, more than his body, still stinging from the fall.
"Enjoy your date." Ford more sung than said. Feeling John's glare, he straightened. "Sir."
John's scowl slowly morphed into a sly smile. McKay would probably have called it a smirk, he considered. His chest swelled suddenly at the thought of Elizabeth on his arm. Finally. He was just going to have to figure out a way to keep his hands off her all night so it wouldn't end up being the one and only date. He reached for his leather jacket, considering it might still come in handy.
"Uh, sir?" Ford was eyeing him strangely.
"Ford?"
Ford pointed to the door. "Maybe you should-"
"Aww, crap." John needed to get his head out of the gutter and quickly. "Thanks."
A date. It was a damn miracle she said finally said yes, he wouldn't dare be late. He broke into a jog to catch up to Elizabeth and wondered what he should suggest for her New Year's Resolution next year. So many possibilities…