Four Times John and Elizabeth Get Caught and One Time They Don't
Title: Four Times John and Elizabeth Get Caught and One Time They Don’t
Author: drewandian
Rating: M
Prompt (including the number!): 34. (supposed to be) 5 Times John and Elizabeth Get Caught
Spoilers: none really
Warnings*: um…it’s rated M….
Disclaimer: Not mine, I would have done things VERY differently if they were
Something about John’s mouth covering hers in that needy way made her forget about the glass walls until it was too late.
The thought crossed her mind briefly before it was chased away by John’s hand cupping her breast and kneading it relentlessly. John swallowed her throaty moan and his hips thrust involuntarily toward hers. Her hands dropped to his belt buckle and she started to undo it -
Peter Grodin cleared his throat. “Excuse me, Dr. Weir?” he bit back a grin as he watched the leaders of Atlantis scramble like a couple of kids caught by their parents.
Elizabeth’s cheeks flushed bright pink. “Yes, Peter?” she managed to choke out.
“I have that paperwork you asked for, but if you’re too busy - “ he waggled his eyebrows -“it can wait til you’re less busy.” He winked at the couple and backed out of the office, closing the door behind him.
Elizabeth’s head dropped to John’s chest as she groaned. “Oh God-why do I suddenly feel sixteen again?”
John chuckled and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Yeah, that was a little like being caught by our parents - but at least it was just Grodin. He won’t say anything-“ he smiled encouragingly at Elizabeth before adding a mumbled “I hope.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John grunted in surprise as Elizabeth pushed him against the wall. The pillar didn’t offer the best cover to hide them from the balcony full of people but if Elizabeth wasn’t worried then neither was John.
He groaned into her neck when her hands pushed his pants away impatiently and she managed to wrap one around his rapidly hardening cock.
His hips bucked against her hand; his mouth found hers. He kissed her hungrily, forgetting everything except how good her hands and mouth always felt on him -
- until he heard Elizabeth gasp and felt her pull away. He squeaked slightly at the loss of the warmth from her hand and started to ask what was wrong.
The look on Elizabeth’s face - eyes wide in surprise, cheeks flushed in embarrassment - made John stop, mouth hanging open, eyes filled with confusion.
He turned his head and followed her gaze to find Kate Heightmeyer staring at them, mouth agape in shock.
There was a good minute and half of sputtering and stuttering before Kate mumbled a hasty apology and backed away as quickly as she could.
John bit back a laugh. “This is becoming a habit for us.” he said jokingly.
“This city is just entirely too overpopulated.” Elizabeth joked back as she fastened his pants for him.”Looks like we’ll have to take this to a less crowded area - “ she winked at him before taking him by the hand and dragging him through the balcony doors.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“I thought Rodney would never stop talking.” John muttered breathlessly into Elizabeth’s mouth. She moaned in agreement, breathing heavily.
He backed her into the briefing room table, her thighs bumping hard against the edge. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands pull her pants open roughly. He groaned into her neck as his hand found her hot and slick with desire.
Elizabeth’s hips bucked against John’s hand as she kissed him hard, her tongue plundering his mouth. She mumbled incoherently as he slid a finger inside her, the tension already coiling low in her belly.
Neither of them heard the doors slide open. They vaguely registered hearing some unintelligible mumbling in Czech and oh-so-slowly began to move apart; John tried to nonchalantly pull his hand from Elizabeth’s pants, praying Zelenka and the new Croatian guy (Kovac maybe?) didn’t notice.
His hopes were dashed when he heard Kovac exclaim to Zelenka "Ovo se zove biti uhvaćen na djelu!" . John wasn’t sure what it meant but had a feeling that the two scientists had seen everything.
He turned his head slowly; trying to keep Elizabeth as hidden as possible as she fastened her pants, and grinned sheepishly at the two men in the door. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say something, anything that would make the situation better before snapping it shut. There really wasn’t anything he could say that would get rid of the “caught with his hand in the cookie jar - again” feeling.
John shrugged apologetically at Drs. Zelenka and Kovac as they tipped their heads in good-bye. They backed out of the room, gesturing frantically as Zelenka tried to explain that what they’d just witnessed was in fact not a common occurrence in Atlantis.
Elizabeth groaned and dropped her head to John’s shoulder. “We really need to start remembering to lock the door behind us.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth squeaked in surprise when a hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her into the storage closet. Before she had a chance to recover, John’s mouth was on hers, his tongue desperately seeking entrance to her mouth.
She gasped for air, giving him the opportunity he’d been dying for. John deepened their kiss, his tongue exploring every last inch of her mouth as his hands roamed all over her body.
He fervently pushed her shirt away and she moaned when she felt his warm hands against the skin of her stomach.
John reached around to open Elizabeth’s bra; his hands greedily covered her naked breasts, pushing her bra up and out of the way. Elizabeth’s back arched, thrusting her breasts further into his hands. Her head fell back, hitting the wall with a dull thud as she writhed under his taunting fingers, her nipples getting painfully hard.
She sighed his name when his lips wrapped around one nipple, her hands fisting in his hair -
-and yelped in surprise when the door was flung open and they were flooded with light from the hallway.
John tugged Elizabeth’s shirt down to cover her and she couldn’t help but giggle at the “Oh, sorry sir!”s and “excuse us, Dr. Weir!”s that came pouring from a blushing Major Lorne and a smirking Lieutenant Cadman.
“We, were, uh, just, uh - “ Lorne stammered, clearly embarrassed.
Cadman put her hand on his chest to silence him and grinned at Elizabeth and John. “We were just looking for somewhere quiet to make out like a coupla teenagers. Guess this is a pretty popular spot for that.” She grinned cheekily. “We’ll go find another closet - sorry about the interruption!” She grabbed Lorne by the hand and pulled him away, pulling the door shut behind him.
John stared after them, an incredulous look on his face. “Well, at least we’re not the only ones!” he quipped, pulling Elizabeth into a hug and nuzzling her neck.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth breathlessly kissed John back as his tongue ravaged her mouth. They were finally, finally alone - no chance of anyone catching them in the act.
She moaned throatily as John’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples to hard peaks through her red t-shirt.
“Oh God, Liz’beth, you feel so good.” John groaned, pulling her shirt over her head and taking off her bra. It felt like it had been week since they’d had a chance to be alone; since they’d had sex.
Elizabeth’s back arched, pressing her breasts harder into John’s hands and she moaned again. “You did remember to lock your door, right?”
“Yes, and I hid our radios. We’re completely, blissfully alone for the next two hours.” He moved his mouth down to shower kisses on one breast as his fingers continued to tease the other.
“I like the sound of that!” Elizabeth murmured, gasping when she felt his teeth nip at the tender skin under her breast. She wriggled out of her pants as John continued his ministrations on her breasts.
He groaned her name when the scent of her arousal hit him and stepped back to look at her. His eyes slowly raked over her naked body, her ivory skin glowing in the soft light in his room.
“You are so beautiful - “ he started, only to be cut off by Elizabeth pulling his shirt over his head. She licked her lips and moved to help him out of his pants. “Not wasting any time huh?” he teased.
She glared at him and backed him toward the bed, pushing him down when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Her glare became a hungry look as she took a minute to admire John’s naked body. “You’re not so bad yourself, Colonel.” she answered.
John reached up and pulled Elizabeth down on top of him, relishing the feel of her soft skin against his. He kissed her deeply, using the distraction to roll over and pin her beneath him.
He entered her slowly, deliberately holding back and reveling in how she felt as her body stretched to accommodate him. She sighed at the initial contact, becoming increasingly impatient as he took his time; she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her, forcing him to move faster.
They both groaned in unison when he finally buried himself deep inside of her; he began to move, pumping into her at an almost maddeningly slow pace.
Elizabeth stopped thinking, stopped worrying about the handful of people who had caught them over the past few days, stopped being Dr. Weir and simply let herself feel.
It wasn’t long before John’s controlled movements became more and more erratic and he began to thrust harder and faster into Elizabeth. With one final thrust his body went tense and he moaned long and loud into her neck, his release pushing her over the edge.
They stayed still for a moment, basking in the warmth they’d created, relieved to have finally been able to come together, uninterrupted.
Their bodies finally began to relax and John rolled off of Elizabeth, pulling her close to him and covering them both with a light blanket. She snuggled up close to him, settling her head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist with a contented sigh.
They drifted off to sleep, sated and relaxed.
Author: drewandian
Rating: M
Prompt (including the number!): 34. (supposed to be) 5 Times John and Elizabeth Get Caught
Spoilers: none really
Warnings*: um…it’s rated M….
Disclaimer: Not mine, I would have done things VERY differently if they were
Something about John’s mouth covering hers in that needy way made her forget about the glass walls until it was too late.
The thought crossed her mind briefly before it was chased away by John’s hand cupping her breast and kneading it relentlessly. John swallowed her throaty moan and his hips thrust involuntarily toward hers. Her hands dropped to his belt buckle and she started to undo it -
Peter Grodin cleared his throat. “Excuse me, Dr. Weir?” he bit back a grin as he watched the leaders of Atlantis scramble like a couple of kids caught by their parents.
Elizabeth’s cheeks flushed bright pink. “Yes, Peter?” she managed to choke out.
“I have that paperwork you asked for, but if you’re too busy - “ he waggled his eyebrows -“it can wait til you’re less busy.” He winked at the couple and backed out of the office, closing the door behind him.
Elizabeth’s head dropped to John’s chest as she groaned. “Oh God-why do I suddenly feel sixteen again?”
John chuckled and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Yeah, that was a little like being caught by our parents - but at least it was just Grodin. He won’t say anything-“ he smiled encouragingly at Elizabeth before adding a mumbled “I hope.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John grunted in surprise as Elizabeth pushed him against the wall. The pillar didn’t offer the best cover to hide them from the balcony full of people but if Elizabeth wasn’t worried then neither was John.
He groaned into her neck when her hands pushed his pants away impatiently and she managed to wrap one around his rapidly hardening cock.
His hips bucked against her hand; his mouth found hers. He kissed her hungrily, forgetting everything except how good her hands and mouth always felt on him -
- until he heard Elizabeth gasp and felt her pull away. He squeaked slightly at the loss of the warmth from her hand and started to ask what was wrong.
The look on Elizabeth’s face - eyes wide in surprise, cheeks flushed in embarrassment - made John stop, mouth hanging open, eyes filled with confusion.
He turned his head and followed her gaze to find Kate Heightmeyer staring at them, mouth agape in shock.
There was a good minute and half of sputtering and stuttering before Kate mumbled a hasty apology and backed away as quickly as she could.
John bit back a laugh. “This is becoming a habit for us.” he said jokingly.
“This city is just entirely too overpopulated.” Elizabeth joked back as she fastened his pants for him.”Looks like we’ll have to take this to a less crowded area - “ she winked at him before taking him by the hand and dragging him through the balcony doors.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“I thought Rodney would never stop talking.” John muttered breathlessly into Elizabeth’s mouth. She moaned in agreement, breathing heavily.
He backed her into the briefing room table, her thighs bumping hard against the edge. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands pull her pants open roughly. He groaned into her neck as his hand found her hot and slick with desire.
Elizabeth’s hips bucked against John’s hand as she kissed him hard, her tongue plundering his mouth. She mumbled incoherently as he slid a finger inside her, the tension already coiling low in her belly.
Neither of them heard the doors slide open. They vaguely registered hearing some unintelligible mumbling in Czech and oh-so-slowly began to move apart; John tried to nonchalantly pull his hand from Elizabeth’s pants, praying Zelenka and the new Croatian guy (Kovac maybe?) didn’t notice.
His hopes were dashed when he heard Kovac exclaim to Zelenka "Ovo se zove biti uhvaćen na djelu!" . John wasn’t sure what it meant but had a feeling that the two scientists had seen everything.
He turned his head slowly; trying to keep Elizabeth as hidden as possible as she fastened her pants, and grinned sheepishly at the two men in the door. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say something, anything that would make the situation better before snapping it shut. There really wasn’t anything he could say that would get rid of the “caught with his hand in the cookie jar - again” feeling.
John shrugged apologetically at Drs. Zelenka and Kovac as they tipped their heads in good-bye. They backed out of the room, gesturing frantically as Zelenka tried to explain that what they’d just witnessed was in fact not a common occurrence in Atlantis.
Elizabeth groaned and dropped her head to John’s shoulder. “We really need to start remembering to lock the door behind us.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth squeaked in surprise when a hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her into the storage closet. Before she had a chance to recover, John’s mouth was on hers, his tongue desperately seeking entrance to her mouth.
She gasped for air, giving him the opportunity he’d been dying for. John deepened their kiss, his tongue exploring every last inch of her mouth as his hands roamed all over her body.
He fervently pushed her shirt away and she moaned when she felt his warm hands against the skin of her stomach.
John reached around to open Elizabeth’s bra; his hands greedily covered her naked breasts, pushing her bra up and out of the way. Elizabeth’s back arched, thrusting her breasts further into his hands. Her head fell back, hitting the wall with a dull thud as she writhed under his taunting fingers, her nipples getting painfully hard.
She sighed his name when his lips wrapped around one nipple, her hands fisting in his hair -
-and yelped in surprise when the door was flung open and they were flooded with light from the hallway.
John tugged Elizabeth’s shirt down to cover her and she couldn’t help but giggle at the “Oh, sorry sir!”s and “excuse us, Dr. Weir!”s that came pouring from a blushing Major Lorne and a smirking Lieutenant Cadman.
“We, were, uh, just, uh - “ Lorne stammered, clearly embarrassed.
Cadman put her hand on his chest to silence him and grinned at Elizabeth and John. “We were just looking for somewhere quiet to make out like a coupla teenagers. Guess this is a pretty popular spot for that.” She grinned cheekily. “We’ll go find another closet - sorry about the interruption!” She grabbed Lorne by the hand and pulled him away, pulling the door shut behind him.
John stared after them, an incredulous look on his face. “Well, at least we’re not the only ones!” he quipped, pulling Elizabeth into a hug and nuzzling her neck.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth breathlessly kissed John back as his tongue ravaged her mouth. They were finally, finally alone - no chance of anyone catching them in the act.
She moaned throatily as John’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples to hard peaks through her red t-shirt.
“Oh God, Liz’beth, you feel so good.” John groaned, pulling her shirt over her head and taking off her bra. It felt like it had been week since they’d had a chance to be alone; since they’d had sex.
Elizabeth’s back arched, pressing her breasts harder into John’s hands and she moaned again. “You did remember to lock your door, right?”
“Yes, and I hid our radios. We’re completely, blissfully alone for the next two hours.” He moved his mouth down to shower kisses on one breast as his fingers continued to tease the other.
“I like the sound of that!” Elizabeth murmured, gasping when she felt his teeth nip at the tender skin under her breast. She wriggled out of her pants as John continued his ministrations on her breasts.
He groaned her name when the scent of her arousal hit him and stepped back to look at her. His eyes slowly raked over her naked body, her ivory skin glowing in the soft light in his room.
“You are so beautiful - “ he started, only to be cut off by Elizabeth pulling his shirt over his head. She licked her lips and moved to help him out of his pants. “Not wasting any time huh?” he teased.
She glared at him and backed him toward the bed, pushing him down when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Her glare became a hungry look as she took a minute to admire John’s naked body. “You’re not so bad yourself, Colonel.” she answered.
John reached up and pulled Elizabeth down on top of him, relishing the feel of her soft skin against his. He kissed her deeply, using the distraction to roll over and pin her beneath him.
He entered her slowly, deliberately holding back and reveling in how she felt as her body stretched to accommodate him. She sighed at the initial contact, becoming increasingly impatient as he took his time; she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her, forcing him to move faster.
They both groaned in unison when he finally buried himself deep inside of her; he began to move, pumping into her at an almost maddeningly slow pace.
Elizabeth stopped thinking, stopped worrying about the handful of people who had caught them over the past few days, stopped being Dr. Weir and simply let herself feel.
It wasn’t long before John’s controlled movements became more and more erratic and he began to thrust harder and faster into Elizabeth. With one final thrust his body went tense and he moaned long and loud into her neck, his release pushing her over the edge.
They stayed still for a moment, basking in the warmth they’d created, relieved to have finally been able to come together, uninterrupted.
Their bodies finally began to relax and John rolled off of Elizabeth, pulling her close to him and covering them both with a light blanket. She snuggled up close to him, settling her head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist with a contented sigh.
They drifted off to sleep, sated and relaxed.