Fic: First Contact
Title: First Contact
Fandom: SGA
Rating: PG
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
A/N: Two down! (I am SO not going to finish before November.)
"You don't get to make the rules, Major."
"I’m not making the rules!"
"No, you're right. You're just completely destroying the ones that are already in place."
John rolled his eyes. "Jesus. It was one lousy mistake."
"Mistake?" Elizabeth pushed out of her chair, metal legs scraping loudly against the Atlantean tile. "That implies you didn't do it intentionally!"
He threw up his hands. "I didn't!"
"You did!"
"Okay, I did!" he admitted. "But nothing bad came of it. No harm, no foul."
Her eyebrows shot so far up her forehead she was sure they were lost in her hairline. "No harm, no foul? No harm no - That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard you say!"
"Well then maybe you should listen to me more!"
She laughed humorlessly. "Why should I bother? You don't listen to me!"
"I do!"
"You don't!"
"I do!"
"You don't!" She insisted, stepping around her desk and coming toward him, gesticulating sharply. "If you did, you wouldn't have behaved like such an ass!"
"I was trying to protect you!"
"I didn't need protection!"
He folded his arms across his chest and glared.
Elizabeth shook her head and sighed. She dropped her head into her hands and her next words were softer. "God, you are so thick-sculled."
"My brain is safer because of it."
When she looked up he was smirking. It rankled. "Your brain is smaller because of it."
"Hey!"
She waved him off. "You're pissing me off."
"Yeah, well, you're pissing me off too. But you don’t hear me saying what a -" he stopped, mouth hanging open a second before he snapped it shut.
"What a what?" she demanded, intensity returning as she closed the distance between them. "What a what, John?"
"Never mind!"
She stepped up into his face. "Say it!"
He held firm. "No."
"Oh, come on. Why let a little common sense stop you now? You've never let it stop you before!"
An indecipherable expression flashed across John's features. Before she had a chance to try and identify it, he took a deliberate step forward, grabbed Elizabeth's face and crushed his lips to hers.
By the time her brain caught up with her lips (and her tongue - oh god, her tongue), her hands had come up and fisted themselves in his shirt. Embarrassed, pissed and a little aroused, she uncurled her fingers, flattened her palms against his chest and gave him a good, hard shove.
"What in the," she cleared her throat, "what the hell was that?"
At least he looked as off-kilter as she felt. "I was trying to shut you up." He managed a one-shouldered shrug. "It seemed like the right move at the time."
Out of breath for reasons she didn't even want to begin to analyze, Elizabeth merely raised an eyebrow.
"Okay," John conceded, bringing a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "Maybe you're right about me not using common sense."
"Maybe?"
The corner of his mouth twitched. "I don't know. Can't argue with the results."
She pointed a stiff arm toward the door. "Get out!"
Fandom: SGA
Rating: PG
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
A/N: Two down! (I am SO not going to finish before November.)
"You don't get to make the rules, Major."
"I’m not making the rules!"
"No, you're right. You're just completely destroying the ones that are already in place."
John rolled his eyes. "Jesus. It was one lousy mistake."
"Mistake?" Elizabeth pushed out of her chair, metal legs scraping loudly against the Atlantean tile. "That implies you didn't do it intentionally!"
He threw up his hands. "I didn't!"
"You did!"
"Okay, I did!" he admitted. "But nothing bad came of it. No harm, no foul."
Her eyebrows shot so far up her forehead she was sure they were lost in her hairline. "No harm, no foul? No harm no - That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard you say!"
"Well then maybe you should listen to me more!"
She laughed humorlessly. "Why should I bother? You don't listen to me!"
"I do!"
"You don't!"
"I do!"
"You don't!" She insisted, stepping around her desk and coming toward him, gesticulating sharply. "If you did, you wouldn't have behaved like such an ass!"
"I was trying to protect you!"
"I didn't need protection!"
He folded his arms across his chest and glared.
Elizabeth shook her head and sighed. She dropped her head into her hands and her next words were softer. "God, you are so thick-sculled."
"My brain is safer because of it."
When she looked up he was smirking. It rankled. "Your brain is smaller because of it."
"Hey!"
She waved him off. "You're pissing me off."
"Yeah, well, you're pissing me off too. But you don’t hear me saying what a -" he stopped, mouth hanging open a second before he snapped it shut.
"What a what?" she demanded, intensity returning as she closed the distance between them. "What a what, John?"
"Never mind!"
She stepped up into his face. "Say it!"
He held firm. "No."
"Oh, come on. Why let a little common sense stop you now? You've never let it stop you before!"
An indecipherable expression flashed across John's features. Before she had a chance to try and identify it, he took a deliberate step forward, grabbed Elizabeth's face and crushed his lips to hers.
By the time her brain caught up with her lips (and her tongue - oh god, her tongue), her hands had come up and fisted themselves in his shirt. Embarrassed, pissed and a little aroused, she uncurled her fingers, flattened her palms against his chest and gave him a good, hard shove.
"What in the," she cleared her throat, "what the hell was that?"
At least he looked as off-kilter as she felt. "I was trying to shut you up." He managed a one-shouldered shrug. "It seemed like the right move at the time."
Out of breath for reasons she didn't even want to begin to analyze, Elizabeth merely raised an eyebrow.
"Okay," John conceded, bringing a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "Maybe you're right about me not using common sense."
"Maybe?"
The corner of his mouth twitched. "I don't know. Can't argue with the results."
She pointed a stiff arm toward the door. "Get out!"