AN: for momm2five :) I never can say 'no' to a bunny
Chapter 2
"Actually, the one about it starting with food had the lowest odds, so I'd say you're the one who's gonna cause the rich man," John stumbled to a stop, "Hey! Wait a minute, how long have you known about..."
Elizabeth laughed even as she grabbed his arm to keep from falling over after bouncing off his suddenly halted back, "About the expedition's fetish for our so-long incipient sex life?" She grinned when he choked on a laugh, "Since about 10 minutes after General O'neil sent that bottle of champagne. It took me another two weeks to get a spy in, though," she frowned in remembered annoyance.
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Evan Lorne tried to melt back into the recessed doorway as the leader of the city and her second in command strolled past. He'd just managed to hide in time when he'd seen the colonel step furtively out of a closet. The doorway had been close enough to see the wrinkled, miss-buttoned clothing on both of them as they stood smiling at each other and talking too softly for him to hear before they'd started into the corridor and the colonel had obviously remembered a previous conversation. And had proceeded to bring to light the fact that they'd known about his gambling ring from Day One.
Stepping out of his hideout with a sigh, he rubbed his nape. Now the question was, did he give Dr. McKay the pot for his food bet? Or wait for someone else to catch them? Or cry mercy and give them the pot for having let them have their 'fetish' (he cringed even thinking the word) all these years?
"I wonder what the food was."
No sooner had the words passed his lips than he turned a corner and jumped back as he came face to face two pairs of crossed-arm and matching smirks. Uho.
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Elizabeth was glad John had seen his subordinate hiding and had snagged her elbow so they could lay in wait. Watching the hapless major pale and stutter was going to have to make up for the knowing grins of the rest of the expedition soon enough. "I heartily recommend the dessert, major," she could almost feel John choking behind her, "Downright blissfully delicious."
"Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am." He stood at attention another minute, eyes jerking between them, waiting for an attack that never came. "I'll... just..."
"Yeah, major, run along. As a matter of fact, why don't you go tell Ronon he's been relieved from having to accompany Dr. Zelenka to the mainland this week? Ummm?" John stared at him significantly.
Lorne winced, "Yes sir. Thank you sir."
Watching the dispirited man trudge away, John grinned, stepping right up to Elizabeth and just resisting putting his arms around her, "You want some dessert yourself, Dr. Weir?"
She turned her head to smile at him softly, "No thanks. I have you."
He stiffened, breath catching. Staring into her eyes fiercely as he tightened his grip on himself to keep from giving them away completely, muttering for her ears only, "Saying things like that will get you all of me."
Elizabeth turned, putting her hands on his chest and trying to hint with raised brows that he should hold her in return, "I was rather counting on it. Colonel." When he still hesitated, scanning the hallways and giving her a worried glance, she shook her head, "All of you, colonel. I don't intend to play games." she slid her hands to his collar, stroking the soft skin at the base of his throat, smiling as he shivered, "You are mine John Sheppard, and the sooner that's clear to everyone, the better."
He smiled slowly, keeping his eyes on hers to avoid those of the man gaping at them behind Elizabeth. Skittishly wrapping his arms around her waist, "Possessive, much, Elizabeth?"
She nodded, relaxing now that he was listening, "Much."
He nodded in agreement, wondering how much he'd have to bribe Ronon and Teyla to get them to keep alien females completely away from him. Then giving in; if Atlantis' leader wanted public displays of affection... he wasn't saying 'no' to affection from her. In any form. He bent his head, kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek, whispering in her ear, "Just so you know, love, Rodney's standing behind you giving me some kind of signal that I think is suppose to mean I should dip you..."
He grinned when her eyes widened warningly at him, ignoring the empty threat and bringing a hand up to her shoulder, then a step to pull her into a tango dip, following her down, to finish in a normal voice, "Newsflash, I'm possessive too. And you are just as much mine, Elizabeth Weir."
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Rodney laughed, clapping at the show as the colonel sealed his promise with a heated kiss. Well, no food involved, so no money for him, but at least they'd both be getting some now. Should provide ample occasion to tease his friends.