| Irreplaceable "You," a voice announced as she stepped through the door, "are late." Elizabeth laughed softly as John backed her against the wall, the door sliding shut automatically. "The meeting with McKay and Zelenka ran over," she said, entwining her fingers in his jacket, "and Beckett cornered me on my way here." She pulled him down for a quick kiss. "Someone has to run this place, you know." "You need to delegate more," he told her, settling his hands on her hips, nuzzling her neck. "Fine," she agreed easily, tilting her head to the side and letting her eyes slip closed. "From now on Rodney's science team can report to you." John pulled back and Elizabeth rested her head against the wall, opening her eyes just enough that she could see him. She couldn't help but smile at the look on his face. "On the other hand, everything you do is so indispensable that I'm not sure you're replaceable." She chuckled. "Nice save." Elizabeth hooked the first two fingers of each hand into the front pockets of his pants and tugged him closer. "C'mere." Like the good military officer that he could, on occasion, be, John obeyed without argument. A half-step brought his body flush against her from knee to shoulder, one foot planted between both of hers, and he lowered his head to brush his lips against hers once, twice, again, until she grew impatient, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, and pulled his mouth more firmly to her own. John's hands moved from their resting place on her hips to skim up her sides, and Elizabeth hummed quietly when the heel of one hand brushed the outer curve of her breast. She felt him smile against her lips and he did it again, eliciting a similar response, before lifting both of his hands to her shoulders to push off her uniform jacket. Elizabeth disentangled her arms � one around his neck, one across his back � long enough to shrug off the jacket, then she reached to shove John's off as well, both articles of clothing falling carelessly to the floor, forgotten. Wrapping both arms around John's neck, Elizabeth instinctively raised a thigh to rub over his hip, her leg hooking around his waist. John moaned and thrust back against her, and Elizabeth dropped her forehead to his shoulder, gasping. It was pretty obvious where this was leading and Elizabeth had no objections. There was, however, one potential snag. "John." She tried to get his attention, lifting her head, but his name was lost on another gasp as he moved against her once more. Forcing herself to concentrate, she tried again. "John!" He pulled back slightly, blinking rapidly as he focussed on her. "Elizabeth?" She lowered her leg from around his waist, amused when his eyes glazed over at her movement. "We used the last condom this morning," she reminded him, running her fingers through his hair in an attempt to straighten it. John blinked at her again. "You're kidding, right?" She rolled her eyes. "Yes, John. I thought this would be the perfect time to pull a practical joke." She gave up on his hair, letting her hand rest against his chest. His breathing was still somewhat unsteady. "So, we have to�" "You," she interrupted, "have to go get some more from the infirmary." An eyebrow rose. "I do?" "I got them last time. What's Carson going to think if I ask for more condoms already?" John's lips twitched into an almost-smirk. "That you practice safe sex?" he offered. She shot him a look. "It's probably expected of you anyway." Eyebrow again. "How do you figure?" Elizabeth began ticking off the points. "You're Air Force, you're a pilot, you flirt with anything with an XX chromosome�" "I do not!" he protested. Elizabeth arched an eyebrow of her own and he amended it with, "Much." She smiled and leaned up for a quick kiss. "Your turn." She gave him a light push towards the door. "Go." He moved in for another kiss, longer this time. "You owe me," he informed her. She ran a light hand down his chest, hooking her fingers just briefly in the waist of his pants. "You can collect when you get back." John was still grumbling to himself when he left, and Elizabeth grinned to herself as she stripped off her shirt on her way to the bathroom. It would take him at least ten minutes to get to the infirmary and back, which was enough time for a quick shower. And if it wasn't, well, they hadn't had shower sex in a while. And John had made particularly good use of the full-length mirror the last time�. --end-- back to Atlantis fanfic |