AN: Sorry if this chapter is a bit short, it wasn't working so well, but here it is.

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Elizabeth was startled at the abrupt pressure but something inside her wanted to respond to the kiss. Before her mind could catch up with her actions, her arms slid to John's shoulders and she was kissing him back. She felt his surprise and he paused for a second. Her brain took that second to form rational thought and she angrily pushed him away from her.

He took a few steps back and looked at her guiltily. But he got two things he had wanted. One, to kiss her, and two, to shut her up. Right now she seemed unable to form any words. She merely glared at him in shock and fury.

"Um, sorry?" he tried timidly.

Elizabeth closed her eyes briefly, trying to gather any eloquent words, ready to tell him off. She couldn't find them. Finally she asked, "Sorry for what, kissing me?"

John screwed up his face uncomfortably. "Well yes and no."

"Yes and no?" she repeated.

"Well yes, because I know it was totally inappropriate – "

"Damn right it was inappropriate! Why would you kiss me in the middle of that? John, you – you can't just kiss someone based on no fee –"

"It wasn't based on nothing," he quickly cut her off, piercing her with a stare right into her blazing eyes.

"What?" she asked, taken aback.

"If you're upset that I kissed you when I didn't like you as more than a friend, than you don't have to be," he said bluntly.

She blinked at him. "I'm sorry?"

He looked even more uncomfortable now that his admission had been made. "I like you. As more than a friend. I don't know, I just had the urge to kiss you. So I'm sorry it upset you, but no, I'm not sorry about the actual kiss."

Elizabeth blew out a breath, anger dissipating. "I like you too," she said quietly.

He smiled at her. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She paused before saying, "I'm sorry I got so mad. I guess if you were going to joke around like that, I wanted it to actually be based on something true. It hit a nerve."

He nodded. "Sorry. I think I'd like it to be based on something true too."

She smiled at him and his arm reached forward to push a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, eyes soft. But suddenly she looked at him sharply. He looked at her questioningly.

"If there's going to be an 'us', then we need to be careful about what either of us says in front of people. We have to stay professional."

He gave her a flyboy grin. "Right. Professional. Only tease you when it's just us. Got it."

"Good." And with that she grabbed him and pulled him forward, desperately wanting another kiss.

Meanwhile…

"Please, how long could it possibly take for them to talk? That guy is getting on my nerves because he keeps asking for her." Rodney complained.

"Just saying, maybe we should wait for them to come out themselves," Ronon said. He had a feeling that there was more to what the two leaders had going on and thought they may be in the middle of a personal conversation. But stopping Rodney was not something easily done.

Rodney ignored him as the two made their way down the hallway to where they had left John and Elizabeth. When they got there they didn't immediately see them.

"Well where are they?" Rodney snapped.

"Behind the curtain," Ronon stated obviously, holding back an insult. When Rodney moved forward to the same red curtain, Ronon grabbed him from behind and pulled him back. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to get Elizabeth."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea. Sheppard or Weir might not appreciate that."

Rodney rolled his eyes. "I'm sure Sheppard will not care too much if I interrupt his telling off."

He marched over to the curtain and ripped it back. There were two alarmed yelps as John and Elizabeth broke apart. Elizabeth jumped to the side and one foot slipped on the lengthy material. One hand stretched out to hold onto John and the other a piece of the curtain. Failing to regain balance, she brought the both of them down, along with the heavy curtain, landing harshly on the jaded stone floor.

Rodney stared in shock, more surprised than when Elizabeth had come out in her outfit. Ronon serenely looked on, highly amused. Apparently John and Elizabeth had not heard the two of them, though how it was possible to ignore Rodney's grating voice was beyond Ronon.

John and Elizabeth made their way from under the curtain, faces very red.

"You two – You were just –" Rodney stammered. "Huh. Shoulda seen that coming I suppose."

"I hate you Rodney," John stated. "You have the worst timing, you know that?" he looked ready to smack Rodney on the back of the head. Not that he hadn't done that a couple of times already that day.

Elizabeth shot him a look, but smiled as Rodney quickly made his escape. Ronon laughed, thinking that maybe it had been a good idea after all.