Summary: S/W - Beware the secret spoken by your eyes.

Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Ain't got no money and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me; so there!

AN:I think up these things all day long.. it's your bad luck that I occasionally write them down ;)

"God! That's so goooood." Elizabeth's eyes widened as she heard the man practically moaning as she walked into the cafeteria. She turned her head and saw John take another bite of... whatever it was. He moaned again, looking as though he was in ecstasy with every chew.

John sighed gustily as he finished eating his dessert, looking up idly and catching Elizabeth staring at him... as though she wanted to eat him! His eyes widened as she turned and hurried away. "Elizabeth!" He got up jerkily, his body reeling from the heatwave he'd felt at having that burning look directed at him. Not even considering waiting to catch his breath before chasing her down; he wasn't letting this chance pass him by.

He caught up to her several yards down the corridor, grabbing her arm to stop her headlong flight away from him. "Elizabeth," his voice was no louder than a whisper and he had the presence of mind to keep an eye out for anyone coming up to them as he made her face him.

"Yes, colonel?" Elizabeth spoke calmly enough, although inside she was lecturing herself for being so obvious. But he'd looked so good... she hadn't been able to stop the immediate image of being the one making him feel such bliss. And now he knew, damn the man's observant eyes. Her only comfort, if that was what it was, was that he wasn't laughing. Was instead giving her a very serious look of promise and firmly pulling her around a corner and... into a closet?

The fact that Elizabeth hadn't argued with his maneuvering would have made him grin if he hadn't been so focused on what he was doing. The door to the utility closet closed silently as he automatically concentrated on Atlantis to bring up the lights a little, bringing her to rest her back on the wall furthest away. By the time he caged her with his hands on the alien surface behind her shoulders, she was grinning faintly, her sense of humour coming to the fore. "A closet, John? Really! With the odds that scenario had in the books, you're giving somebody a lot of money."

He shook his head with his own faint grin, ignoring her teasing and getting back to the business at hand, "You want me."

She'd been expecting the challenge, the only question had been how she would answer. She could make light of it; dismiss it as meaningless and impossible... and never have to face this situation again; and hurt him. And likely never see his friendship again either. She could deny it; could discourse and tease until he lost the thread or gave up -for today at least.

Or she could admit it. Find out once and for all what she really meant to him. And then face whatever that set her up for. She brought her hands up to his forearms, still not quite decided. Seeing a flash of sadness in him as his shoulders drooped almost unnoticeably, she made her choice, lips tightening with determination. And took the road untraveled.

Instead of pushing his imprisoning arms away, as he obviously expected, she ran her hands up from his wrist to his jaw, feeling her heart lift at the joy that lit his eyes. The extra inches that appeared as he straightened until he should have been looming, except he was smiling like a 5 year-old who'd just been given a christmas present. And he was still waiting for her to respond to his gauntlet. She nodded slowly, "Do I get to have you, John Sheppard?"

Closing his eyes, he lowered his head, brushing her lips so teasingly, pleasuringly softly that she tried to follow when he raised his head and rested his forehead on hers. She resisted pulling him back insistently, settling for tracing his lips with her fingers as he spoke.

"Oh yeaaahhh." She choked back her laugh at the heartfelt words and he chuckled ruefully, leaning back down to kiss her, as thoroughly as she wanted this time.