Author's Note: Just a short and fun scene to end the story on...I couldn't resist (and neither could John apparently, lol) Hope you like it :)

Right of Claim - Chapter 4

By Steph7085

"So…does that mean you own me now?" John asked, his smirk so large she was surprised it could fit through the door. He strolled straight to the front of her desk and immediately leaned against the edge, his hands targeting the jar on her desk. Elizabeth snatched it and hid it in a drawer before he could reach it, raising an eyebrow at his pout.

"Yes," she agreed with a grin, opening her laptop only to have it push closed again by her visitor. Her eyes flickered to his, a warning present. Of course he looked the picture of innocence. "John…"

"Yes Elizabeth," he responded normally, as if it was natural for his hand to be on top of her laptop.

"Take your hand off…please," she asked nicely, her eyes narrowing when he smirked.

"Nope," he said cheerfully, moving so that he was leaning over her desk, one hand still on top of the laptop.

"You know, I'm really starting to think I should have left you with Nyla," Elizabeth thought out loud. John laughed and Elizabeth couldn't resist joining in.

"Can I have my laptop back now?" She asked again, this time with a hint of pleading. He could tell she was still amused though.

"No way, I want to see you go all 'super woman' again," John teased with a grin, making Elizabeth blush slightly as she gazed down at the desk top.

"John…" she groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

"What? It's just not something you see everyday, and it made an impression," he told her. "It's all over Atlantis all ready. Heard 'em talking as soon as I escaped from the infirmary." When Elizabeth looked at him questioningly he explained, "Carson was distracted with Laura, so I took my advantage when I could.

"Mmm…maybe I should call him…" Elizabeth threatened, trying to pry his fingers from her laptop. When he didn't budge she sighed and rested her chin on her hands. "I never knew you were this annoying," she complained impishly. John leant in closer until his face was hovering right next to hers.

"And I never knew you were that good with your lips," John retorted cheekily. Elizabeth groaned, wrapping her arms over her head as she leaned against the desk top.

"You're never going to let this go are you?" she muttered, her voice muffled through her arms.

"Nope," John agreed. "I do have a question though…" he stated, waiting until she looked up again. "Can we do it again?"

The End