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A/N: I'm finishing this after finally watching the episode I'm referring to. After seeing the last few minutes, I started this, and here's the total.

Turned Down

"I'm surprised they didn't offer you king." She glanced sideways at him with that raised eyebrow thing that only she could do.

"Turned that down, too." He grinned.

"Really?"

"Yep." He leaned forward, propping his forearms on the railing. There was a comfortable silence for a few moments, until she straightened, stretching slightly. His eyes went straight to the small expanse of skin bared by her raised shirt.

"I think it's time to go back to work. I need to finish the reports on exactly what we're giving them, so could you write out a list? I'm sure Mara will be able to tell you, if you've forgotten." This last was said with a raised eyebrow and an amused voice.

He winced. "Elizabeth… whatever you… I didn't…"

"John, you slept with her. That much is obvious." She smirked.

"Are you serious?" He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. "She showed up in my room, threw herself at me."

"That's what they all say."

"Elizabeth!" He groaned. "The Chamberlain sent her. He wanted to strengthen the bloodline." He winced at how that sounded.

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to assume they weren't trying to breed your ears into the population."

John glowered. "What's wrong with my ears?"

"Nothing." Elizabeth's tone was placating. "I think your ears are…"

"Sexy?" he asked, hopefully.

"Yes, John. Sexy." It was vaguely sarcastic.

"Hey, lots of women like my ears." He was getting defensive.

She threw back her head and laughed, a sound that warmed his heart and made him smile in reaction. She didn't laugh enough, especially since she'd broken up with that Simon guy (she'd confided it to him once in a moment of extreme weakness, and he'd felt like murdering the man for weeks). She surprised him, then, by reaching out and running a finger gently over the shell of his ear.

"I like your ears, John."

"Do you like the guy they're attached to?"

She glanced quickly at him, but he wasn't looking at her and was completely serious. "Very much so."

"Mmm." There was silence for a few moments. "You know, the guy attached to them didn't sleep with Mara."

"Really?" She couldn't figure out why he was still speaking as though it were someone else.

"He was too busy being in love with you."

That got a reaction. "John…"

"Look, forget I told you, alright? It was stupid of me."

"I'm not going to forget it!" She glared, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him to face her. "Is that the truth, John?"

"Yes." He was frustrated now, and she noted that his hair got more messed up the angrier he got. "Since you walked into the chair room in Antarctica, excited and paying absolutely no attention to me, just the chair, I've been fascinated by you. And now? I can't get you out of my head, and it's driving me completely crazy…"

And then he couldn't talk any more, because she'd kissed him, and he was too busy responding. When he could breathe again, he gasped, "Can the report wait until tomorrow?"

"I think that'll be acceptable." He took some pride in the fact that she sounded as winded as he was. He started walking them both sideways through the door to her office.

"John?"

"Yes?"

"Before we do anything, there's one thing I really just have to know."

"What?"

"Is your hair always like that? Or do you gel it up?"

A/N: The end.