Rodney walked smugly into Elizabeth's office, and just stood there, rocking on his heels expectantly. After a few moments of silence, Elizabeth looked up from her report and frowned at his odd behavior. "Is everything alright, Rodney?"
His smug grin grew fractionally. "You said I didn't have any intuition."
Elizabeth furrowed her brows in confusion. "Yes…"
"But Chaya was an Ancient."
She cocked her head to one side and examined his face while going through a mental check list she used whenever anyone's behavior became a bit…off. Had he gone on a mission in which he touched anything strange and inexplicably glowy? Eaten any alien hallucinogenic fruit? Been missing for any unaccounted for duration of time, in which his body and/or consciousness could have been swapped by alien scientists for some nefarious purpose? She was coming up with a negative for each scenario she could think up to explain his odd behavior, so she settled on a safe, neutral answer. "Yes…"
"So I was right. There was something off about her," he said, as if anticipating something more, like an apology. Elizabeth sighed, knowing she probably owed him one. Well, at least it explained his odd behavior.
"Rodney, I'm sorry. I should have listened to – "
She was cut off by him, as if he hadn't even been listening to her. "Logically, it should follow, I do indeed have intuition, and a highly keen intuition at that, given that I picked up on something that everyone else apparently missed. So if I have one hunch, and it's right, then there's a high probability that any other hunch I may have will also be true."
Before Elizabeth had the moment she required to wrap her brain around that logic pretzel that could only have sprung from Rodney, he had crossed the room, taken her in his arms, and pressed his warm, soft lips to hers. She had just registered the thought that her toes were beginning to curl when he broke the kiss. She looked at him through glassy eyes as she said, "What was that for?"
Rodney shrugged before releasing her from his arms. "Call it a hunch." Then he winked, turned, and walked out of her office, whistling a jaunty tune as he went.
Elizabeth touched her lips, still slightly pink and swollen from the kiss. "So," she said to herself, "Alien aphrodisiac it is," as she headed off to find Carson.
