| Pieces All Around �Elizabeth?� She slowed and waited for John to catch up, clutching her hands tightly in front of her as she fought to keep her control in place. It took him only a few seconds to reach her side and she resumed her original pace, barely glancing at him. �You okay?� She started to nod but ended up shaking her head, and Elizabeth wondered when she�d lost control of even her own body. But she�d be damned if she�d feel sorry for herself, so she kept walking without saying anything. It seemed, though, that John wasn�t satisfied with her answer because he grabbed her by the arm, stopping her in the middle of the hall and swinging her around to face him. She jerked backward, trying to break free, but he held her so tightly she knew there would be bruises tomorrow. If they *had* a tomorrow. The next thing she knew they were kissing almost savagely and John was backing her against the wall and, god, his thigh was between her legs, pressing up, providing the most incredible pressure. Elizabeth managed to bite back a moan, but a gasp escaped when a hand brushed against her left breast. She fisted one hand in his jacket, the other in his hair, unable to do much beyond hang on as her legs became almost too unsteady to support her. John tore his lips from hers, moving to her neck and Elizabeth slammed her head back against the wall as she panted for breath. �Not here,� she managed, the lone brain cell that was still functional concerned that someone might see them. John tugged down the collar of her shirt and bit the curve where neck met shoulder. Then he pulled back and they were both stumbling towards the nearest door which, thankfully, proved to be an unused office. The door closed automatically behind them as John manoeuvred her to a nearby table, his hands already unfastening the button of her pants. Within seconds her pants and underwear were down past her hips and she balanced on the edge of the table as John went to work on her boots. He yanked off one and turned to the other, swearing loudly when he only succeeded in making a knot in the bootlace. She smiled, slightly. Obviously impatient to start with, John abandoned her remaining boot altogether when she reached for his belt. Between the two of them they got his pants halfway down his thighs and hers off her left leg, leaving them dangling ridiculously from her right ankle, and then he was pressing against and inside her. She wasn�t really ready and it hurt, a bit, but not so much that she asked him to stop. A part of her even relished the pain. Elizabeth leaned forward and put her lips next to his ear, describing what he felt like moving inside her, because she knew he liked to hear her voice during sex. As she knew he would, John shuddered and sped up his movements, and she could tell he was close. Tightening her legs around his waist and contracting her muscles around him, arching her back to adjust the angle, Elizabeth leaned back so she could watch his face. One of the things she liked most about having sex with John was how he always arched towards her when he came. She�d learned early on that he was a tactile person -- the few times she�d allowed herself to stay the night, he�d slept curled around her -- and though sometimes she worried about the familiarity it implied, most of the time she felt a sort of contentment that he was that unguarded around her. True to form, John tightened his arms around her as he reached orgasm, pulling them closer together. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tightened her legs around his waist, holding him as tightly as she could. In a world turned upside down -- the Wraith on their doorstep, a dozen of her people already dead and two hundred more at risk, their primary line of defense destroyed, and her position as Atlantis� leader summarily taken away -- John was the only solid thing left in her life. The sweat on her exposed skin had already cooled before he stirred, his arms loosening their grip. �You didn�t--� �It�s okay,� she murmured. She hadn�t come, but that hadn�t been what she�d needed. John pulled back, studying her face with an intensity that was unsettling. �What�s wrong?� he asked finally, and though given the entire situation it should have been a stupid question, somehow it wasn�t. For one desperately long moment, she wanted to cry. Elizabeth Weir hated crying. With a smile she was sure looked fake she dismissed John�s concerns and tried to pull away so she could gett dressed, but he wouldn�t let her go. Holding her firmly by the shoulders he met her gaze squarely, and the rare look in his eyes made Elizabeth impulsively promise herself that if they lived past the next few days she would stop holding herself back. Would it really be so bad to spend more than the occasional night in his bed? He released her after a long moment and they sorted out their clothes, straightening themselves out as best they could. John ran his fingers through her hair before drawing her back into his arms. Colonel Everett�s page startled both of them. John tapped his earpiece and held a quick conversation with Atlantis� new commander while Elizabeth checked herself over one final time, ensuring everything was in place. She was distracted by John, who planted a quick kiss on her lips. �I�ll see you later,� he promised, looking at her with that disturbingly perceptive gaze that was beginning to unnerve her so much. She was starting to think that he saw a lot more of her than she�d ever intended to let him see. �Later,� she echoed, part of her wondering if they would have that opportunity. But the time for self-indulgence was over. Walking out the door together, he turned left, she turned right, and they got back to work. --end-- back to Atlantis fanfic |