AN: Part of a series that isn't actually related. This is the entry for the letter "C"
It was driving him crazy.
Every time he saw her. In her office. Passing her in the halls. At the senior staff meeting. It was there. Torturing him.
What John couldn't decide was whether she was doing it on purpose. If, knowing he couldn't do anything about it, she just left it out there for him to see. Maybe she was watching him right now, and that smile of hers was caused by a perverse pleasure in making him suffer. Or she could be paying attention to whatever it was Rodney was saying. It was a tossup.
He waited after the meeting. He sat quietly in his chair while Elizabeth answered questions, and it bounced and fluttered and flaunted itself at him. John wasn't sure he could survive. He had to busy his hands with hated requisition forms on his computer, simply to keep from embarrassing himself.
Finally, when everyone else had left the room, Elizabeth focused her attention on him. It was still there. Sweeping across her cheek and brushing her lashes. Caressing her. It was more than John could take. He put everything down on the table, and crossed the room to stand in front of her. Too close to her.
"I thought they'd never leave," he murmured. She closed the rest of the meager distance between them, and kissed him softly. Hungrily.
John let his fingers hover over her face until he found his enemy, and swept the brown curl of her hair behind her ear. It was a sneak attack. And John was triumphant.