Elizabeth is pacing back and forth in her room as their words crawl under her skin like a venomous snake she just wants to rip out and strangle.

She's thankful that she managed to keep her composure in check as the IOA resumed to question her every decision and she feels like the anger will kill her if she doesn't unleash it somehow.

In that exact moment, John decides to go check on Elizabeth to make sure she's okay.

Now that the harpies are gone, he figures it's a good time to cheer her up; after all, she's still the leader of Atlantis.

"Come in," Elizabeth says, still pacing, trying to think of a way to unwind and she knows Teyla's meditation is out of the question.

Once the door slides open, she sees her answer in the form of one John Sheppard.

Every rational thought is thrown away when she walks towards him, pulling him inside with a force that makes John throw his hands up in alarm as Elizabeth turns from him just to make sure the door closes behind them.

"Whoa! Hey! Elizabeth, what are you-"

He's silenced by Elizabeth's lips and her hands, which are tugging at every piece of clothing he has on, demanding it off.

He stops her hands by the time they reach his pants and he almost feels like punching himself for it.

He pants, "Elizabeth, maybe we should talk about this."

Elizabeth gives him a determined glare, "John, this is not up for discussion."

John contemplates the situation for a moment, his lips in a small pout. Elizabeth's pissed, that much is obvious, and since she can't shoot anyone to take out her anger, sex seems like the harmless option.

Elizabeth doesn't wait for John and leans in, grabbing his lower lip in between her teeth, giving it a soft suck before finally pulling it and then letting it go.

"You're the boss," John croaks in response, before seizing her mouth.

She returns the kiss hungrily and it almost hurts, but John doesn't flinch or complain.

They move unsteadily towards the bed, their lips and hands in constant motion.

John falls back, unaware of the bed behind him and Elizabeth simply smiles before she jumps him.

John had never seen a woman take her clothes off so fast and he's surprised she didn't manage to rip off his shirt in the process, but once they're naked, he feels more worried about the state of his skin when her nails meet his back, leaving marks John knows will stay there for weeks.

John gives her everything she demands and she receives it, taking everything from him and giving him more than he ever dreamed of asking.

By the time they're done, they're catching their breath, covered in sweat and John swears the room is spinning because he knows he can't move.

"Feel better," he asks.

Elizabeth smiles, "Much better."

"Good! I think we should invite the IOA to come back next week."