Soap 'prologue', NC17, Shep/Weir
AN: this is kind of a tag for Soap [crack!NC17] - By comanche_rider and wanderingsmith. I was going to call this PG13.. but then I realized some of the topics and words might be a little adult, so for safety NC17, but there is no sex, just adult thoughts
don't kill me anyone! I know and hereby spell out: a counselor would never do as was done here! this is crack!fic only!! and I'm being lazy in my plot device... what?? GIJoe tried to say you can't stay afloat without your blimey hands free!! gimee a break. legs anybody?
She sometimes wondered if he ever suspected that Dr. Heightmeyer had spoken to her before they got together. Worried about his not being able to deal with the stress of Atlantis without an outlet. If Earth had been in reach, the doc would probably have forced him into proper counseling for the problem. But on Atlantis, Kate couldn't get through to him to get around the need.
When the other woman had come to her with a combination concern and warning about her second in command, Elizabeth had gotten everything she could out of the doctor and then done a lot of research. She'd always known she physically desired Major Sheppard. The mostly professional hesitations she had to starting a relationship with him had ended with the idea that he might need her. He was a good man that she trusted, though she couldn't have said why when she first met him. If a little kink helped him deal with stress... she could admit to herself, if not to anyone else, that she'd had a fair share of thoughts about and during sex that would have shocked the socks off of Simon. And every other lover she'd had.
Acquiring handcuff on Atlantis had been easy. Figuring out how to let John know she'd be happy to control him outside of work too... had been a lot more challenging. But immensely satisfying in the end.
If not for her sometimes angelic-looking puppy, she'd never have known how hard she could come with the added stimulation of having such control in bed.
Yes, she did wonder if he suspected that she had to practice for a month to feel confident holding that sharp knife around his body. If he knew how proud she was of the reaction she got the first time she dared throw it at the wall with him on the bed. Of the fact that he'd gone from dangerously tense to almost annoyingly playful after one night in her bed.
Kate hadn't actually asked about the change and Elizabeth couldn't help but wince after the first such half-unspoken session, knowing that the lack of question meant it was obvious. *She* was obvious. How many times had she heard that you could always tell when someone was being thoroughly satisfied every night?
Over the last 3 years, there *had* actually been the odd question. Confirmation that *she* was alright with the arrangement.. which had forced her to acknowledge to someone other than John that she wasn't really doing *him* a favour. Was instead doing what pleased *her*.
There was nothing like seeing the wristbands he'd had to start wearing to hide his wrists from curious eyes to cheer her out of a temper. Not his too-well covered body; not even the shining-eyed puppy-smirk or the hair that she made a point of making even messier than it was by nature before she let him out of her room -her mark, though only the two of them recognized it.
But she did wonder if her sometimes too-smart puppy had figured out that he was the first -and ONLY!- man she'd ever tied up to fuck.
AN: now go read the Epilogue by comanche_rider!
don't kill me anyone! I know and hereby spell out: a counselor would never do as was done here! this is crack!fic only!! and I'm being lazy in my plot device... what?? GIJoe tried to say you can't stay afloat without your blimey hands free!! gimee a break. legs anybody?
She sometimes wondered if he ever suspected that Dr. Heightmeyer had spoken to her before they got together. Worried about his not being able to deal with the stress of Atlantis without an outlet. If Earth had been in reach, the doc would probably have forced him into proper counseling for the problem. But on Atlantis, Kate couldn't get through to him to get around the need.
When the other woman had come to her with a combination concern and warning about her second in command, Elizabeth had gotten everything she could out of the doctor and then done a lot of research. She'd always known she physically desired Major Sheppard. The mostly professional hesitations she had to starting a relationship with him had ended with the idea that he might need her. He was a good man that she trusted, though she couldn't have said why when she first met him. If a little kink helped him deal with stress... she could admit to herself, if not to anyone else, that she'd had a fair share of thoughts about and during sex that would have shocked the socks off of Simon. And every other lover she'd had.
Acquiring handcuff on Atlantis had been easy. Figuring out how to let John know she'd be happy to control him outside of work too... had been a lot more challenging. But immensely satisfying in the end.
If not for her sometimes angelic-looking puppy, she'd never have known how hard she could come with the added stimulation of having such control in bed.
Yes, she did wonder if he suspected that she had to practice for a month to feel confident holding that sharp knife around his body. If he knew how proud she was of the reaction she got the first time she dared throw it at the wall with him on the bed. Of the fact that he'd gone from dangerously tense to almost annoyingly playful after one night in her bed.
Kate hadn't actually asked about the change and Elizabeth couldn't help but wince after the first such half-unspoken session, knowing that the lack of question meant it was obvious. *She* was obvious. How many times had she heard that you could always tell when someone was being thoroughly satisfied every night?
Over the last 3 years, there *had* actually been the odd question. Confirmation that *she* was alright with the arrangement.. which had forced her to acknowledge to someone other than John that she wasn't really doing *him* a favour. Was instead doing what pleased *her*.
There was nothing like seeing the wristbands he'd had to start wearing to hide his wrists from curious eyes to cheer her out of a temper. Not his too-well covered body; not even the shining-eyed puppy-smirk or the hair that she made a point of making even messier than it was by nature before she let him out of her room -her mark, though only the two of them recognized it.
But she did wonder if her sometimes too-smart puppy had figured out that he was the first -and ONLY!- man she'd ever tied up to fuck.
AN: now go read the Epilogue by comanche_rider!