SGA Fic- Revelations
Title: Revelations
Author: Alexandria
Rating: AC
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Summary: A little smut pwp thing that kept bothering me.
Disclaimer: Not mine, one can dream though
Spoilers: Siege...
Author Notes: This is my first fanfic for Atlantis, well, at least the first I feel good enough about to post :)
Elizabeth is surprised when the door slides open and she sees John step through. She runs her eyes slowly over him, noting he's in running pants, a black tank and barefoot. She waits as he stands just inside her quarters for a moment, she can see the hundreds of thoughts sliding through his mind. She's had some of the same lately. After the deadly and costly battle with the wraith it has been strained on Atlantis. Both leaders turning towards each other when it gets too demanding, too costly. She indicates the edge of the bed watching as he sits without further prompting, his back towards her.
"Why did you let me go?"
"Because I knew I couldn't stop you." John nods, "You wouldn't have let anyone else take your place, least of all me."
"Did you want to... trade places?" Elizabeth nods. 'You're right, I wouldn't have let you go."
"I know." Elizabeth shifts to her side, watching his shoulders rise and fall, slowly she reaches out and runs her fingers slowly down his back, feeling him shiver slightly before he turns to face her. He looks as tired and worn out as she feels. He lays out on his side facing her. She holds his eyes, reading the emotions there, smiling slightly as John takes a deep breath. "What is it?"
"Nothing...' she narrows her eyes, feeling him shift slightly on the bed. 'nightmares."
"Me too. That I'll wake up and there will be a wraith standing over me." He nods in agreement, or understanding, she's not sure if she wants to know the details of his nightmares. She looks back at him with wide eyes as he tucks a stray hair behind her ear. His fingers sliding slowly down her jaw, across her lips. "John."
"Mine are different... but mostly the same.' she nods, feeling him interlace their fingers. 'I'm on my way to the puddle jumper, but when I get to you..." he trails off, studying her face for a moment, something she has noticed him doing a lot of recently.
"What?"
"Sometimes you'd already be dead, others dying, or the wraith have fed on you. I think I have mostly stopped sleeping. It always feels so real."
"I'm fine John... I'm real." he nods, sliding his hand over the side of her face, Elizabeth feels her eyes slip close and pulls them back open slowly. Seeing John's eyes move over her body, scanning her legs before dragging them up, memorizing her.
"When I was up there in that jumper, I promised myself that if by the grace of whatever god I got out of it in one piece, I would do something." His voice is low in the room, deeper then normal.
"What?" She feels her heart jump as his eyes lock with hers, seeing the answer there before he smirks.
"This." Closing the distance between them, his lips pressing against hers. She pulls back after a moment, smiling at him as he meets her gaze.
"Why?" He smirks again, and she knows her answer but she also knows she'll hear a bullshit one out of him.
"Because...' she shakes her head, closing the distance between them this time, giving him the kiss she has felt like giving him since she first saw that damn smirk oh so many months ago. She moans softly, feeling him pull her closer, his weight shifting back. She relaxes against him, her tongue slowly sliding across his lips, feeling him relent, his lips parting slowly. His hand slipping through her hair, holding her against him, in the kiss. She raises the hand from his shoulder to his cheek, feeling another moan as it is torn from her chest as he returns the kiss, his tongue following hers back into her mouth, exploring. She tries to pull back for air, but the gentle pressure of his hand against the back of her neck keeps her in the kiss a few moments longer. She tries again, succeeding for a moment, meeting his gaze. She feels her breath catch as he smiles, not the smirk she usually sees, a real, gentle smile. He rolls them, feeling his weight settle over her. His lips teasing hers, sliding slowly over hers before pulling away. She's always known he would be a good kisser, her hand slides across his cheek, before up through his hair, pulling him back to her.
He moves away smirking, and she curses him silently, pausing halfway when his lips slide over her cheek down her jaw line following a path further south, kissing her neck with hot open mouth kisses, she feels the gentle stirring in her stomach, shuddering underneath him. Racking her nails down his back she is rewarded with the same feeling, smiling against his temple before gasping as he pushes against her head, opening her neck further to him spending his time learning what she likes and really likes.
John smiles a few minutes later when he feels Elizabeth's hand slide through his hair, her body raising against his trying to find some relief to the heat he is causing. He slides one hand over her breast, the other hand staying her on her hip, pushing her back into the bed, hearing her groan again as his mouth closes over one dark crest, her body going taught as he suckles greedily on the peak. "God, John... more." she whispers moments later, her hand tightening in his hair. Elizabeth feels a fire burn through her as his lips slide further down, she doesn't know how or when she's lost her clothes, or when he's taken off his tank but she feels his fingers dance across her thighs, pushing them wider, urging her to open up for him.. His fingers teasing her before he moves back to remove his pants, the lights dimming slowly, casting the room in a very gentle glow. He smirks at her again, stretching out over her, his hands sliding under her shoulders as her hands grip his arms tightly, nails biting into his skin as he rubs against her. "Don't tease me anymore." She pleads softly
"You haven't been teased yet." he whispers against her, and she shivers with the thought of what he believes teasing is then, but the thought is quickly chased away as he slides inside her, filling her completely. His lips closing over hers leaving no doubt as to what he wants from her. She closes her eyes, focusing completely on him, his body and the incredible feelings he is creating in her. He pulls back, his mouth moving beside her ear, his breathing sending shivers through her in waves. He moves gently side to side, before pulling back, and Elizabeth knows she's never been as thoroughly filled as she is at this moment. His hands slide further up, and her shoulders are now resting on his arms while his fingers bury themselves in her hair. 'mine.' he whispers in her ear, closing her eyes and pressing her cheek against his, feeling the stubble of his ever present 5 o'clock shadow, scrape lightly against her skin.
'yours' she agrees, tightening her hold around his body as he moves against her, arching into him as he leads them in to oblivion.
Author: Alexandria
Rating: AC
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Summary: A little smut pwp thing that kept bothering me.
Disclaimer: Not mine, one can dream though
Spoilers: Siege...
Author Notes: This is my first fanfic for Atlantis, well, at least the first I feel good enough about to post :)
Elizabeth is surprised when the door slides open and she sees John step through. She runs her eyes slowly over him, noting he's in running pants, a black tank and barefoot. She waits as he stands just inside her quarters for a moment, she can see the hundreds of thoughts sliding through his mind. She's had some of the same lately. After the deadly and costly battle with the wraith it has been strained on Atlantis. Both leaders turning towards each other when it gets too demanding, too costly. She indicates the edge of the bed watching as he sits without further prompting, his back towards her.
"Why did you let me go?"
"Because I knew I couldn't stop you." John nods, "You wouldn't have let anyone else take your place, least of all me."
"Did you want to... trade places?" Elizabeth nods. 'You're right, I wouldn't have let you go."
"I know." Elizabeth shifts to her side, watching his shoulders rise and fall, slowly she reaches out and runs her fingers slowly down his back, feeling him shiver slightly before he turns to face her. He looks as tired and worn out as she feels. He lays out on his side facing her. She holds his eyes, reading the emotions there, smiling slightly as John takes a deep breath. "What is it?"
"Nothing...' she narrows her eyes, feeling him shift slightly on the bed. 'nightmares."
"Me too. That I'll wake up and there will be a wraith standing over me." He nods in agreement, or understanding, she's not sure if she wants to know the details of his nightmares. She looks back at him with wide eyes as he tucks a stray hair behind her ear. His fingers sliding slowly down her jaw, across her lips. "John."
"Mine are different... but mostly the same.' she nods, feeling him interlace their fingers. 'I'm on my way to the puddle jumper, but when I get to you..." he trails off, studying her face for a moment, something she has noticed him doing a lot of recently.
"What?"
"Sometimes you'd already be dead, others dying, or the wraith have fed on you. I think I have mostly stopped sleeping. It always feels so real."
"I'm fine John... I'm real." he nods, sliding his hand over the side of her face, Elizabeth feels her eyes slip close and pulls them back open slowly. Seeing John's eyes move over her body, scanning her legs before dragging them up, memorizing her.
"When I was up there in that jumper, I promised myself that if by the grace of whatever god I got out of it in one piece, I would do something." His voice is low in the room, deeper then normal.
"What?" She feels her heart jump as his eyes lock with hers, seeing the answer there before he smirks.
"This." Closing the distance between them, his lips pressing against hers. She pulls back after a moment, smiling at him as he meets her gaze.
"Why?" He smirks again, and she knows her answer but she also knows she'll hear a bullshit one out of him.
"Because...' she shakes her head, closing the distance between them this time, giving him the kiss she has felt like giving him since she first saw that damn smirk oh so many months ago. She moans softly, feeling him pull her closer, his weight shifting back. She relaxes against him, her tongue slowly sliding across his lips, feeling him relent, his lips parting slowly. His hand slipping through her hair, holding her against him, in the kiss. She raises the hand from his shoulder to his cheek, feeling another moan as it is torn from her chest as he returns the kiss, his tongue following hers back into her mouth, exploring. She tries to pull back for air, but the gentle pressure of his hand against the back of her neck keeps her in the kiss a few moments longer. She tries again, succeeding for a moment, meeting his gaze. She feels her breath catch as he smiles, not the smirk she usually sees, a real, gentle smile. He rolls them, feeling his weight settle over her. His lips teasing hers, sliding slowly over hers before pulling away. She's always known he would be a good kisser, her hand slides across his cheek, before up through his hair, pulling him back to her.
He moves away smirking, and she curses him silently, pausing halfway when his lips slide over her cheek down her jaw line following a path further south, kissing her neck with hot open mouth kisses, she feels the gentle stirring in her stomach, shuddering underneath him. Racking her nails down his back she is rewarded with the same feeling, smiling against his temple before gasping as he pushes against her head, opening her neck further to him spending his time learning what she likes and really likes.
John smiles a few minutes later when he feels Elizabeth's hand slide through his hair, her body raising against his trying to find some relief to the heat he is causing. He slides one hand over her breast, the other hand staying her on her hip, pushing her back into the bed, hearing her groan again as his mouth closes over one dark crest, her body going taught as he suckles greedily on the peak. "God, John... more." she whispers moments later, her hand tightening in his hair. Elizabeth feels a fire burn through her as his lips slide further down, she doesn't know how or when she's lost her clothes, or when he's taken off his tank but she feels his fingers dance across her thighs, pushing them wider, urging her to open up for him.. His fingers teasing her before he moves back to remove his pants, the lights dimming slowly, casting the room in a very gentle glow. He smirks at her again, stretching out over her, his hands sliding under her shoulders as her hands grip his arms tightly, nails biting into his skin as he rubs against her. "Don't tease me anymore." She pleads softly
"You haven't been teased yet." he whispers against her, and she shivers with the thought of what he believes teasing is then, but the thought is quickly chased away as he slides inside her, filling her completely. His lips closing over hers leaving no doubt as to what he wants from her. She closes her eyes, focusing completely on him, his body and the incredible feelings he is creating in her. He pulls back, his mouth moving beside her ear, his breathing sending shivers through her in waves. He moves gently side to side, before pulling back, and Elizabeth knows she's never been as thoroughly filled as she is at this moment. His hands slide further up, and her shoulders are now resting on his arms while his fingers bury themselves in her hair. 'mine.' he whispers in her ear, closing her eyes and pressing her cheek against his, feeling the stubble of his ever present 5 o'clock shadow, scrape lightly against her skin.
'yours' she agrees, tightening her hold around his body as he moves against her, arching into him as he leads them in to oblivion.