Well, I finally got round to updating this one. Thank you for all the nice reviews, and pointing out fo silly mistakes. I'll remember for next time. Anyway, here is the update, as I believe briefing are there for flirting, games and footsie. Next chapter, after I've updated Premontitons and the Nightclub, will be showers, as I believe they have communal showers. then I really do run out of ideas. All suggestions are welcomed, and now encouraged. Gimme an idea,and I'll see what i can do.

Higher Purpose

Briefings

It's early afternoon. It's the middle of summer. It's Major Sheppard's team. It's a briefing. And McKay is talking. Sheppard's mind has shut down.

His eyes wandered around the conference room. Everything looked the same though.

Except Ford and Teyla. They were sat next to other. That wasn't unusual. Except that their chairs were very close and they were both leaned in over a piece of paper. Both were grinning and looking at each other every few seconds. John smiled. He had a strange image in his mind of the pair of them sat in some 50s diner somewhere. Teyla wearing a cheerleader's outfit with her hair in bunches, Aiden wearing those clothes you always see 50s teenagers in and a baseball cap. The pair of them sat drinking one chocolate milkshake with one straw each. It was a very sweet, if rather strange image.

John shook his head. He needed to think about something else.

Gazing round the room again, his eyes fell on Elizabeth. She was leaning back in her chair barely keeping her eyes open. She had her legs crossed; her skirt had ridden up just above her knee. John had to stop himself. His eyes, and mind, were wandering towards a very dangerous place. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at her face instead.

Her eyes met his as he looked up. She'd been watching him as he'd started daydreaming. She'd seen his eyes roaming around the room, and eventually ending up looking at her legs. Elizabeth knew her skirt had ridden up. She knew he could see more of her legs than normal. Elizabeth smirked wickedly at him. John watched her carefully as she slid down in her seat a little more. His eyes moved down her body to her crossed legs.

The skirt was now most of the way up her thigh. John shifted slightly in his chair. She was his boss, his CO, his friend. He should not be looking or thinking about her in this way. But, she was the one who'd slid down in the chair, pushing the skirt up further. John's eyes gleamed as he looked back up at her face. They smirked at each other.

McKay continued to babble on, whilst the other four were busy. Aiden and Teyla continued with their game of hangman, oblivious to the flirting at the other end of the table.

Elizabeth, seeing the gleam in John's eyes, suddenly moved. She sat up in the chair and pulled her skirt down. John's face fell as he lost sight of her fair skin, which she thoroughly enjoyed seeing. A few seconds passed before John slumped back in his chair sulkily. Elizabeth leaned forward, as if going to speak to him, resting her arms on the desk. It was then that John realised that the top she was wearing was quite low cut. In fact, it was very low cut. He could basically see right down her top. John's eyes lit up. Elizabeth had to resist the urge to let out a little giggle. After all, she wasn't some silly teenager, she was a grown woman. She was, however, acting a lot like a silly teenage girl.

At the other end of the table, Teyla nudged Aiden's arm. Aiden looked up at her as she nodded her head down towards the others. Looking down, he could see Doctor Weir leaning on the table facing major Sheppard, who seemed very pleased with the view. Aiden couldn't help but grin at the sight. Glancing back down again, he found that his little stick man had a few more limbs than earlier. He shot a look at Teyla, who merely smiled innocently.

Elizabeth found it quite amusing to see how much control she had over Major Sheppard. She moved a little to the right, so did he. She moved a little to the left, so did he. Then she realised the strangest thing. There was something moving up her leg under the table. It took a few moments to realise it was Sheppard's foot. He was rubbing it very gently up and down her leg. With a smile, she sat back in her chair. John had to resist the urge to groan as his view disappeared. Then, he came to realise something too. There was something rubbing up and down his leg. It was Elizabeth's foot. They were both grinning at each other as they began a little tussle with their feet under the desk. In the end, both had their legs so tangled, they couldn't move. Then John felt something moving up his leg. It was Elizabeth's other foot. This time, it just kept travelling up his leg. She'd gone past his knee and was till going. He watched her closely, especially the very playful, if slightly twisted, glint in her eye. If she carried on then he was going to give himself away.

This wasn't good. The is really, really wasn't…

"Are any of you actually listening to me!"

Rodney's voice cut through everyone's train of thought. Elizabeth quickly pulled back her leg. She and John untangled their legs. Teyla and Aiden flipped the pad over with the game on and moved apart. Rodney looked at the four of them, who all looked down and avoided his gaze.

"Forget it. I'm off. I'll see you all later."

Picking up and armload of files, he stormed off out of the conference room. Teyla and Aiden smiled at each other and nodded.

"Well, I think this briefing is over," said Aiden. "There's something I want to show Teyla before we go."

John raised an eyebrow at him, causing Teyla to blush slightly.

"I have a board game version of Hangman. She wants to have a look, as I just taught her how to play with bits of paper."

With a nod and smile, the pair left. As they left, Aiden leaned across and whispered something in her ear. Teyla let out a little giggle, put stopped it but putting a hand over her mouth. John sighed, the image of the pair in the 50s back in his head. Then he realised that Elizabeth was going to leave too.

She'd pulled her skirt back down to a respectable, just below her knee length. Her top was rearranged so it didn't look quite so revealing. John jumped up quickly and grabbed her arm. He pulled her round to face him and kissed her.

For a second, Elizabeth didn't quite know how to react. Then she began to kiss him back passionately. Their hands were wandering all over the others body. John pushed her back slightly until she hit the table. His hands were slowly working their way up her top and towards her skirt respectively. Elizabeth pulled back and looked him in the eye.

"We are not having sex on the conference table right now?"

John put on his puppy dog face, "Why not?"

"No."

With a sigh he pulled back and let her rearrange her clothes. Again. Then, she leaned forward and whispered into his ear.

"Maybe if you come back without getting you or your team injured, we can see about arranging something."

She smirked at him one more time and left. John felt like punching the air. It was definitely a good result. He opened the folder with the mission details in, just to check.

Five days.

The mission was five days long.

He couldn't wait that long.

Checking how long he had till he left, he grinned. He still had a few hours. Running to the conference room doors, he shouted, "Doctor Weir. There's a bit of time before we are scheduled to leave, do you think I could have a word with you. In private."