Elizabeth Weir maintained that, if he had just kept his damn lips to himself, none of this would have happened. They would have continued on with their flirtatious banter, and life would have gone on as usual.
But John Sheppard was always one to get into trouble.
Now his tongue was in her mouth and her hands were in his hair, and Elizabeth hadn't realized how much drowning felt like flying. Her lungs screamed for air and her body ached for him -
Maybe I can just get him out of my system, she thought.
Of course, he chose that moment to pull back, chest heaving as he sucked in air and wildly searched her eyes. What she saw there made her tremble, and she dragged his mouth back to hers so that he wouldn't see her shake.
Too late, her heart whispered.