Fic: After the Game
Title: After the Game
Author: angelqueen04
Rating: PG-13
Recipient: trinity1986
Summary: She found him lying on her bed, a book in hand, as she entered the room.
Author’s Notes: trinity1986 requested fluff involving John/Elizabeth and Girls’ Poker Night. I did my best. :)
She found him lying on her bed, a book in hand, as she entered the room. She slowly set the bag slung over her shoulder down on her desk chair and stared in his direction. She glanced at the cover as he looked up.
The Book of the City of Ladies, by Christine de Pizan.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. He was waiting for her. There was no way he was actually reading a book on fifteenth century feminism. Besides, he still had yet to actually finish War and Peace.
“Hi,” he said innocently, grinning at her.
“Hello, John,” she replied with an air of infinite patience. “I wasn’t aware you were going to be waiting up for me tonight.”
He shrugged. “Oh, you know how it is. Nothing to do. Figured I might as well come over here and keep you company.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
She only smiled. “I’m sure that’s exactly how it is,” she said. Walking over to her chest of drawers, Elizabeth pulled out a pair of shorts, a tank top, and underwear. Paying no attention to the fact that John’s gaze was locked on her, she casually slipped out of her clothes and moved towards the bathroom.
“Elizabeth,” he said, his voice tight.
“Yes, John,” she asked, smiling at him with the same air of innocence he had used when she first came in. She stood in front of him, not acknowledging that she was facing him completely naked. Fighting the urge to laugh out loud, she watched as his eyes roved over her form.
“This isn’t fair,” he pouted, not looking away from her in the slightest.
“What? I’m not doing anything.” Slowly, she turned and started walking to the bathroom again, sashaying teasingly as she moved.
“Elizabeth,” John growled, his eyes dark. “You’re playing with fire here. Don’t get too close or you’ll get burned.”
This time, Elizabeth did laugh out loud. Just before she closed the door to the bathroom, she said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Fifteen minutes later, Elizabeth came out again to find John still sitting on her bed, staring straight ahead. She grinned wickedly. “Still here, I see,” she commented, running her towel through her wet hair.
He glared at her. “You thought your little display would get me to leave?” he asked incredulously. “Elizabeth, if you want a guy to get lost, then that is not the way to go about it.”
She smiled wickedly. “Whoever said I wanted you to leave,” she shot back. As she walked past him, she paused to lean down and kiss him briefly. He returned the kiss almost immediately, but before John could reach out to pull her on the bed with him, she pulled away.
“Elizabeth,” he said plaintively, looking like he was only a second away from pouting like a seven-year-old.
Elizabeth laughed. “Patience, John,” she chided. “You haven’t seen what I got this week.”
“Huh?”
She grinned and shook her head. “One track mind,” she murmured. Moving over to her desk chair, she grabbed the bag she had deposited there and dangled it in his direction. “It’s Wednesday night,” she reminded him knowingly.
He blinked for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. “Oh! Girls’ Poker Night!” John stared at her for a moment and grin of his own started to develop. “Cleaned them out, did you?”
Elizabeth smirked and crossed the room to sit down on the bed. “I owed Katie Brown for beating me out for the Snickers bars two weeks ago,” she said. “And Lieutenant Cadman’s head was clearly not on the game. Something’s been on her mind since she transferred back to Atlantis.”
“Ah,” was John’s only reply. He kept glancing pointedly between her and the bag that sat innocently in her lap. Elizabeth smirked. Impatient man.
“Any idea what could be bothering her?” she asked curiously.
“What?”
“Lieutenant Cadman,” she repeated, “Any idea as to what’s on her mind? I haven’t seen her this quiet since we got her out of Rodney’s head.”
“Oh, uh, I don’t know,” John replied distractedly. “Carson, maybe? I think I heard something about him asking her to dinner whenever she had a spare evening.”
She nodded. “That must be it,” she agreed. Silence reigned for several moments.
“Elizabeth?”
“Hmm?”
He was clenching his teeth, she noted. “You won something tonight,” he prompted.
“Oh, yes,” she replied. “I did.” She reached into the bag and slowly pulled out her winnings. He blinked when he saw it.
“Hershey’s syrup? Did you win ice cream too or something?”
Elizabeth shook her head. “No, but this isn’t all.” Setting the bottle down between them, she reached into her bag again. Pulling out the second item, a simple slip of paper, she handed it to him.
He read it. “Dinner for two cooked and served on the South pier. No questions asked.” John grinned. “Who lost this?”
“Sergeant Benson,” she told him, leaning back. “It turns out Sarah’s mother is a professional cook and taught her how to cook a full three-course meal. She put that into the pot to cover herself in the last hand.” Elizabeth laughed. “Needless to say, she told me to call her when I had a time in mind.”
“I’m going to enjoy this. Anything else?”
She stuck in her hand inside the bag one last time and pulled out one final object. “You can keep that,” she told him.
He stared at the bottle in his hand. “Surfboard wax? Cool. Now that baby will look really sweet when I take her out.” He set the wax down with the other two prizes between them. “Surfboard wax, dinner for two, and Hershey’s syrup,” he listed, laying a finger on each item. “Maybe Benson will serve ice cream for dessert.”
Elizabeth stared at him, raising an eyebrow. Ice cream? Surely he was more imaginative than that. She teasingly told him so.
“What?” he asked in surprise. “What else… oh…” He trailed off, and much to her amusement, he blushed.
Looking at him, Elizabeth leaned forward on her knees and nudged the three items out of the way, and then raised a hand up to caress John’s cheek. As she moved forward further, his lips met hers halfway. This time, she didn’t pull away before his hands grasped her waist and pushed her down on the bed.
She ended up flat on the bed, with him on top of her, both of his arms on either side of her head to keep the bulk of his weight from pressing her too hard into the mattress. John leaned down and nuzzled her neck before pressing a kiss to her pulse. When he glided his tongue along that same area, Elizabeth couldn’t restrain a moan.
“Elizabeth,” he murmured, “I like the way you think.”
When his hands started working at her clothes, Elizabeth couldn’t help but giggle slightly. It was ironic, really. Outside this room and the room reserved for Girls’ Poker Night, people only saw Doctor Elizabeth Weir, the proper and serious leader. Not to mention, they saw the innuendo-cracking Colonel John Sheppard. But inside the bedroom, she often tended to be the naughtier of the two.
Her hand came up to run her fingers through his hair. One of her favorite gestures, both for the way those wonderful silky strands felt and for the throaty groan that John could never hold back.
When John’s hand brushed over her stomach, she gasped. Elizabeth really loved Wednesday nights.
Author: angelqueen04
Rating: PG-13
Recipient: trinity1986
Summary: She found him lying on her bed, a book in hand, as she entered the room.
Author’s Notes: trinity1986 requested fluff involving John/Elizabeth and Girls’ Poker Night. I did my best. :)
She found him lying on her bed, a book in hand, as she entered the room. She slowly set the bag slung over her shoulder down on her desk chair and stared in his direction. She glanced at the cover as he looked up.
The Book of the City of Ladies, by Christine de Pizan.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. He was waiting for her. There was no way he was actually reading a book on fifteenth century feminism. Besides, he still had yet to actually finish War and Peace.
“Hi,” he said innocently, grinning at her.
“Hello, John,” she replied with an air of infinite patience. “I wasn’t aware you were going to be waiting up for me tonight.”
He shrugged. “Oh, you know how it is. Nothing to do. Figured I might as well come over here and keep you company.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
She only smiled. “I’m sure that’s exactly how it is,” she said. Walking over to her chest of drawers, Elizabeth pulled out a pair of shorts, a tank top, and underwear. Paying no attention to the fact that John’s gaze was locked on her, she casually slipped out of her clothes and moved towards the bathroom.
“Elizabeth,” he said, his voice tight.
“Yes, John,” she asked, smiling at him with the same air of innocence he had used when she first came in. She stood in front of him, not acknowledging that she was facing him completely naked. Fighting the urge to laugh out loud, she watched as his eyes roved over her form.
“This isn’t fair,” he pouted, not looking away from her in the slightest.
“What? I’m not doing anything.” Slowly, she turned and started walking to the bathroom again, sashaying teasingly as she moved.
“Elizabeth,” John growled, his eyes dark. “You’re playing with fire here. Don’t get too close or you’ll get burned.”
This time, Elizabeth did laugh out loud. Just before she closed the door to the bathroom, she said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Fifteen minutes later, Elizabeth came out again to find John still sitting on her bed, staring straight ahead. She grinned wickedly. “Still here, I see,” she commented, running her towel through her wet hair.
He glared at her. “You thought your little display would get me to leave?” he asked incredulously. “Elizabeth, if you want a guy to get lost, then that is not the way to go about it.”
She smiled wickedly. “Whoever said I wanted you to leave,” she shot back. As she walked past him, she paused to lean down and kiss him briefly. He returned the kiss almost immediately, but before John could reach out to pull her on the bed with him, she pulled away.
“Elizabeth,” he said plaintively, looking like he was only a second away from pouting like a seven-year-old.
Elizabeth laughed. “Patience, John,” she chided. “You haven’t seen what I got this week.”
“Huh?”
She grinned and shook her head. “One track mind,” she murmured. Moving over to her desk chair, she grabbed the bag she had deposited there and dangled it in his direction. “It’s Wednesday night,” she reminded him knowingly.
He blinked for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. “Oh! Girls’ Poker Night!” John stared at her for a moment and grin of his own started to develop. “Cleaned them out, did you?”
Elizabeth smirked and crossed the room to sit down on the bed. “I owed Katie Brown for beating me out for the Snickers bars two weeks ago,” she said. “And Lieutenant Cadman’s head was clearly not on the game. Something’s been on her mind since she transferred back to Atlantis.”
“Ah,” was John’s only reply. He kept glancing pointedly between her and the bag that sat innocently in her lap. Elizabeth smirked. Impatient man.
“Any idea what could be bothering her?” she asked curiously.
“What?”
“Lieutenant Cadman,” she repeated, “Any idea as to what’s on her mind? I haven’t seen her this quiet since we got her out of Rodney’s head.”
“Oh, uh, I don’t know,” John replied distractedly. “Carson, maybe? I think I heard something about him asking her to dinner whenever she had a spare evening.”
She nodded. “That must be it,” she agreed. Silence reigned for several moments.
“Elizabeth?”
“Hmm?”
He was clenching his teeth, she noted. “You won something tonight,” he prompted.
“Oh, yes,” she replied. “I did.” She reached into the bag and slowly pulled out her winnings. He blinked when he saw it.
“Hershey’s syrup? Did you win ice cream too or something?”
Elizabeth shook her head. “No, but this isn’t all.” Setting the bottle down between them, she reached into her bag again. Pulling out the second item, a simple slip of paper, she handed it to him.
He read it. “Dinner for two cooked and served on the South pier. No questions asked.” John grinned. “Who lost this?”
“Sergeant Benson,” she told him, leaning back. “It turns out Sarah’s mother is a professional cook and taught her how to cook a full three-course meal. She put that into the pot to cover herself in the last hand.” Elizabeth laughed. “Needless to say, she told me to call her when I had a time in mind.”
“I’m going to enjoy this. Anything else?”
She stuck in her hand inside the bag one last time and pulled out one final object. “You can keep that,” she told him.
He stared at the bottle in his hand. “Surfboard wax? Cool. Now that baby will look really sweet when I take her out.” He set the wax down with the other two prizes between them. “Surfboard wax, dinner for two, and Hershey’s syrup,” he listed, laying a finger on each item. “Maybe Benson will serve ice cream for dessert.”
Elizabeth stared at him, raising an eyebrow. Ice cream? Surely he was more imaginative than that. She teasingly told him so.
“What?” he asked in surprise. “What else… oh…” He trailed off, and much to her amusement, he blushed.
Looking at him, Elizabeth leaned forward on her knees and nudged the three items out of the way, and then raised a hand up to caress John’s cheek. As she moved forward further, his lips met hers halfway. This time, she didn’t pull away before his hands grasped her waist and pushed her down on the bed.
She ended up flat on the bed, with him on top of her, both of his arms on either side of her head to keep the bulk of his weight from pressing her too hard into the mattress. John leaned down and nuzzled her neck before pressing a kiss to her pulse. When he glided his tongue along that same area, Elizabeth couldn’t restrain a moan.
“Elizabeth,” he murmured, “I like the way you think.”
When his hands started working at her clothes, Elizabeth couldn’t help but giggle slightly. It was ironic, really. Outside this room and the room reserved for Girls’ Poker Night, people only saw Doctor Elizabeth Weir, the proper and serious leader. Not to mention, they saw the innuendo-cracking Colonel John Sheppard. But inside the bedroom, she often tended to be the naughtier of the two.
Her hand came up to run her fingers through his hair. One of her favorite gestures, both for the way those wonderful silky strands felt and for the throaty groan that John could never hold back.
When John’s hand brushed over her stomach, she gasped. Elizabeth really loved Wednesday nights.