Eraser by AndromedaMarine

"Elizabeth!" John squeaked, horrified at the implications the leader's statement had allowed room for. The leader's hand dropped from John's forehead. "You did not just say that!" His mouth hung open and his arms were limp at his sides. Although they were in the solitude of the evening hallways, John still couldn't believe what Elizabeth said.

"What?" She smirked, covering her mouth with her hand. "It's true." Implication or not the woman stood by her words. She took a bold move and looped her arm into John's. He jumped slightly, and glanced down at it, a smile relaxing across his features. "And there are more meanings for the phrase than what immediately popped into your head," she continued.

"Now that I think about it it's not so bad," he said, walking slowly down the deserted hallway. "But I don't feel sick."

"I think it's just the embarrassment or nervousness that plagues you sometimes."

"Me? Nervous?" He stared at her seriously.

Elizabeth stifled a giggle. "Notice you didn't object to the embarrassment part." She unlinked her arm from John and stood still in the middle of the hallway. John turned to face her.

"You know, sometimes I wish there was an eraser for words. It'd save us all embarrassment." Red started to creep up Elizabeth's neck. He leaned in and kissed Elizabeth. It took her a moment, but she kissed him back, her arms snaking around his neck. It was the first time they'd kissed and Elizabeth was slightly surprised he'd taken the initiative, but not totally. After all, she had said he was hot.