Fireworks 1/1
Title: Fireworks
Author: truthlostmsr
Rating: PG-13
Paring: John/Elizabeth, Beckett/Cadman
Word Count: 1,065
Spoilers: Doggy Paddle
Summary: Fourth of July fun and games.
Disclaimer: As always, I am simply borrowing John and Elizabeth for some fun. I'll put them back when I'm done.
Notes: This is the sequel to Doggy Paddle, written at the request of roothekittykat.
"Now, I know you said not to bring anything, but I couldn't help it," Laura Cadman announced in lieu of a greeting as soon as the door opened. Beside her, Carson Beckett rolled his eyes and held out a hand to his hostess.
"Good afternoon, Elizabeth. You look lovely."
Smiling softly, Elizabeth took the outstretched platter and accepted a kiss on the cheek from Carson.
"Thank you, Carson. Come on in, both of you. I think the bathroom down here is in use, but most of the rooms upstairs are free if you guys want to get changed. Everyone else is here, I think. John's out in the back tormenting Teyla and Ronon with his idea of July 4th traditions." Elizabeth grinned, glancing toward the back of the house affectionately.
"Thanks, Elizabeth. We know to make ourselves at home," Laura chuckled airily.
"Good," Elizabeth replied, finally feeling relaxed now that the last of her guests had arrived. "I'll put this with the rest of the food and let you change."
Warm, wet lips caressed her neck as she rearranged the food table. Smiling lazily, her head fell to one side as John's arms wound around her middle.
"I'm sure everyone can handle reaching across the quiche to get the wings, Elizabeth. Come swim."
"In a second. I left Rodney looking at my thoughts on that report. He wants to talk about it when he's done."
"'Lizabeth!" he whined. "It's the 4th of July. You shouldn't be working today. You did your part yesterday."
"Ten minutes, that's all I need. Any more and you can make me swim for the rest of the day."
"Is that a promise?"
"I guess," she agreed reluctantly. John grinned into her bare shoulder, squeezing her again before releasing her.
Thirteen minutes later she pushed Rodney outside to the food and made her way over to John, smiling guiltily as he looked for an indication of the time.
"I'm late," she admitted, hoping the humility of telling the truth would appease him. His arms slid around her back and she looped her arms around his waist in return.
"I know."
"I'm getting thrown in, aren't I?"
"Mmm hmm," he replied, absently dipping his fingers into the knot at her waist. Somewhere behind them, Laura whistled and Elizabeth shot a dirty look in her direction.
"Can talk you out of it?"
"You can try." He grinned, undoing her sarong and allowing the chiffon to fall to one side. Ignoring her dirty look, he kicked it over to the side where Teyla snagged it and set it on a chair.
"What'll it take?"
"It won't happen, Elizabeth. Let's go."
She shrieked when he bent down and scooped her up over his shoulder.
"John! Put me down, John!"
He ignored her, instead stepping into the pool slowly. Instead of continuing to fight him, she prepared herself for the inevitable shock of the water hitting her body.
"Hey, Beckett, hand me that thing," John called, reaching out for something, eliciting another shriek when the movement jostled her sideways.
"Relax, Elizabeth. I'm not gonna drop you."
"And yet I don't believe you," she muttered, pinching his side and laughing when he yelped.
"You should. Otherwise, I might change my mind about doing this," he teased, moving so quickly that she didn't have time to do more than shout before she found herself floating away from him on a pool raft. Apart from a few stray droplets, she was still perfectly dry. That rat had tricked her.
Grinning, John paddled over to where she was floating. Pursing her lips and sighing in mock annoyance, she flicked water at him before he could get close.
"What?" He adopted his innocent face, leaning his forearms against the raft and gazing up at her.
"You know what."
"You're not wet."
"That's true," she considered, smirking as Teyla offered her, and not John, a drink. She sipped idly on Ronon's delicious strawberry mango daiquiri and watched John with cautious eyes. For now he seemed content to propel her around the pool while trading barbs with Rodney, who hadn't yet relaxed enough to part from the buffet.
"When do you want me to start up the grill?"
"Whenever you want. I'm sure someone will be hungry enough to eat."
"Yeah, but I don't want to cook Rodney dinner. He's kind of a bad date."
She snickered, pointing to the side of the pool so that she could deposit her empty glass. Teyla made a move to pick it up for her, but she shook her head and waved her off.
"You're not the maid, Teyla. Rest."
Both Teyla and John laughed at her suddenly nonchalant outlook, earning them both a dirty look.
"You wanted me to relax, I'm relaxing."
"I'm so proud."
She threw water at them both, even though it was John who had spoken. Teyla laughed, cupping her hands and filling them, dumping the water over Elizabeth's head in gentle trickles. Shouting, Elizabeth tried to get away, but John held the raft steady, allowing Teyla to ruin her carefully styled hair.
"Cut it out!" She swatted at John's hands, which only succeeded in rocking the raft. Abruptly, John's hands left. Without the stability they'd been providing, the raft flipped, sending her sprawling into the water.
John and Teyla were still laughing when she surfaced. As were most of the people who'd been watching the scene. From his spot at the food table, Rodney made some comment about her graceful dive, drawing an amused snort from her.
At the end of the night, John closed the door to their final departing guest, turning to offer her a lopsided grin. She smiled back, reaching for her wine glass and gathering a few of the plates that hadn't made it into the trash can. Teyla had gone out with Ronon to see more fireworks downtown, leaving her and John to clean up.
Triumphantly, John took the trash from her and lightly pushed her toward the backyard.
"I'll take care of this. Go wait for me out there."
"Are you sure?"
"There's not much left. Go see if any of your neighbors are shooting off fireworks."
"Do I get to call the police if they are?"
"That's the American spirit, Elizabeth."
She grinned.
He joined her a few minutes later, pressing her down into a lounge chair while they made fireworks of their own.
END.
Author: truthlostmsr
Rating: PG-13
Paring: John/Elizabeth, Beckett/Cadman
Word Count: 1,065
Spoilers: Doggy Paddle
Summary: Fourth of July fun and games.
Disclaimer: As always, I am simply borrowing John and Elizabeth for some fun. I'll put them back when I'm done.
Notes: This is the sequel to Doggy Paddle, written at the request of roothekittykat.
"Now, I know you said not to bring anything, but I couldn't help it," Laura Cadman announced in lieu of a greeting as soon as the door opened. Beside her, Carson Beckett rolled his eyes and held out a hand to his hostess.
"Good afternoon, Elizabeth. You look lovely."
Smiling softly, Elizabeth took the outstretched platter and accepted a kiss on the cheek from Carson.
"Thank you, Carson. Come on in, both of you. I think the bathroom down here is in use, but most of the rooms upstairs are free if you guys want to get changed. Everyone else is here, I think. John's out in the back tormenting Teyla and Ronon with his idea of July 4th traditions." Elizabeth grinned, glancing toward the back of the house affectionately.
"Thanks, Elizabeth. We know to make ourselves at home," Laura chuckled airily.
"Good," Elizabeth replied, finally feeling relaxed now that the last of her guests had arrived. "I'll put this with the rest of the food and let you change."
Warm, wet lips caressed her neck as she rearranged the food table. Smiling lazily, her head fell to one side as John's arms wound around her middle.
"I'm sure everyone can handle reaching across the quiche to get the wings, Elizabeth. Come swim."
"In a second. I left Rodney looking at my thoughts on that report. He wants to talk about it when he's done."
"'Lizabeth!" he whined. "It's the 4th of July. You shouldn't be working today. You did your part yesterday."
"Ten minutes, that's all I need. Any more and you can make me swim for the rest of the day."
"Is that a promise?"
"I guess," she agreed reluctantly. John grinned into her bare shoulder, squeezing her again before releasing her.
Thirteen minutes later she pushed Rodney outside to the food and made her way over to John, smiling guiltily as he looked for an indication of the time.
"I'm late," she admitted, hoping the humility of telling the truth would appease him. His arms slid around her back and she looped her arms around his waist in return.
"I know."
"I'm getting thrown in, aren't I?"
"Mmm hmm," he replied, absently dipping his fingers into the knot at her waist. Somewhere behind them, Laura whistled and Elizabeth shot a dirty look in her direction.
"Can talk you out of it?"
"You can try." He grinned, undoing her sarong and allowing the chiffon to fall to one side. Ignoring her dirty look, he kicked it over to the side where Teyla snagged it and set it on a chair.
"What'll it take?"
"It won't happen, Elizabeth. Let's go."
She shrieked when he bent down and scooped her up over his shoulder.
"John! Put me down, John!"
He ignored her, instead stepping into the pool slowly. Instead of continuing to fight him, she prepared herself for the inevitable shock of the water hitting her body.
"Hey, Beckett, hand me that thing," John called, reaching out for something, eliciting another shriek when the movement jostled her sideways.
"Relax, Elizabeth. I'm not gonna drop you."
"And yet I don't believe you," she muttered, pinching his side and laughing when he yelped.
"You should. Otherwise, I might change my mind about doing this," he teased, moving so quickly that she didn't have time to do more than shout before she found herself floating away from him on a pool raft. Apart from a few stray droplets, she was still perfectly dry. That rat had tricked her.
Grinning, John paddled over to where she was floating. Pursing her lips and sighing in mock annoyance, she flicked water at him before he could get close.
"What?" He adopted his innocent face, leaning his forearms against the raft and gazing up at her.
"You know what."
"You're not wet."
"That's true," she considered, smirking as Teyla offered her, and not John, a drink. She sipped idly on Ronon's delicious strawberry mango daiquiri and watched John with cautious eyes. For now he seemed content to propel her around the pool while trading barbs with Rodney, who hadn't yet relaxed enough to part from the buffet.
"When do you want me to start up the grill?"
"Whenever you want. I'm sure someone will be hungry enough to eat."
"Yeah, but I don't want to cook Rodney dinner. He's kind of a bad date."
She snickered, pointing to the side of the pool so that she could deposit her empty glass. Teyla made a move to pick it up for her, but she shook her head and waved her off.
"You're not the maid, Teyla. Rest."
Both Teyla and John laughed at her suddenly nonchalant outlook, earning them both a dirty look.
"You wanted me to relax, I'm relaxing."
"I'm so proud."
She threw water at them both, even though it was John who had spoken. Teyla laughed, cupping her hands and filling them, dumping the water over Elizabeth's head in gentle trickles. Shouting, Elizabeth tried to get away, but John held the raft steady, allowing Teyla to ruin her carefully styled hair.
"Cut it out!" She swatted at John's hands, which only succeeded in rocking the raft. Abruptly, John's hands left. Without the stability they'd been providing, the raft flipped, sending her sprawling into the water.
John and Teyla were still laughing when she surfaced. As were most of the people who'd been watching the scene. From his spot at the food table, Rodney made some comment about her graceful dive, drawing an amused snort from her.
At the end of the night, John closed the door to their final departing guest, turning to offer her a lopsided grin. She smiled back, reaching for her wine glass and gathering a few of the plates that hadn't made it into the trash can. Teyla had gone out with Ronon to see more fireworks downtown, leaving her and John to clean up.
Triumphantly, John took the trash from her and lightly pushed her toward the backyard.
"I'll take care of this. Go wait for me out there."
"Are you sure?"
"There's not much left. Go see if any of your neighbors are shooting off fireworks."
"Do I get to call the police if they are?"
"That's the American spirit, Elizabeth."
She grinned.
He joined her a few minutes later, pressing her down into a lounge chair while they made fireworks of their own.
END.