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Title: Way past bedtime
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Rating: NC - 17
Spoilers: none
Warnings: adult content
Disclaimer: I don't won anything but mistakes :)
A/N: for
agent_almeida , who gave me bunch of prompts but my naughty muse decided I should write this.
Summary: The night is still young, 'Lizabeth, and so are we.
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Elizabeth came with a long moan and her head fell back onto her pillow. John's head was still down there, in between her legs, teasing the shudders from her as he kept eating her out. Elizabeth never liked that particular expression, but it was what he was doing.
"Okay," she panted, "you can stop now." John looked up and smirked with lips wet from her. He lowered his head to kiss her there again, and she had to bite her lower lip. He probably had no idea how hot he was, doing this. Or perhaps he did, when he dipped a finger inside of her she shivered, wet and open for him, and no, it didn't usually happen this way. She was one orgasm woman, usually had sex and then fell asleep, safely tucked into someone's shoulder. It wasn't widely known about her, but she liked the feeling of being tucked and cuddled, but John was a wild ride, even more so after he came back from a week long mission.
“The night is still young, 'Lizabeth, and so are we,” John's tone was both playful and dirty as he lowered his lips down at her again. He was determined to make up for those seven days of deprivation. The moan that escaped Elizabeth's lips sounded more like a pleading cry to her own ears. John blew hot breath against her clit, sucking the tiny bud into his mouth, and she was starting to pant again when his finger entered her body. “And looks like you still have more in you.”
She did. But it was a middle of the week, and she had to work in the morning.
“John,” she pleaded with him, uncertain if she could take it any more. He made her come twice already and it looked like he still wasn't done with her. She still wasn't done, but she couldn't spend the whole night having sex with him.
Well, technically, she could. Not like they haven't done a marathon yet, but they were on Earth back then, stuck in a hotel with rain pouring outside, with nothing better to do. Her legs weren't working properly the next morning and John was grinning for a week after that. Elizabeth couldn't afford that here.
“John, what?” he asked when she repeated his name.
“Just fuck me,” she breathed almost impatiently. She never talked like that, except when in bed with him. Fucking was precisely what they were doing right now.
“Afraid of something, Doctor?” he asked in a cocky tone as he moved up her body, tongue and teeth grazing her skin here and there, until he reached her breasts. Elizabeth was particularly sensitive there, and when she felt teeth and lips on her nipple her eyes fell shut. Another orgasm was just too close, with his fingers working her again. “Like not being able to walk in a straight line?”
“Don't flatter yourself too much, Colonel,” she replied coyly, spreading her legs wider. He pushed two fingers of his right hand inside of her all the way, the grasped her right leg with his left hand, just behind her knee and pushed it away, only to hook it over his shoulder.
“You're so damn flexible,” his attention was momentarily busy with her, for him, still too amazing bodily skills, but it was back on track in no time. “And open wide, just for me,” he nearly hissed, removing the fingers, and then he was entering her - slowly, because she was tight; no matter how much aroused, she was always tight.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, biting the inner side of her leg, near her knee, and she jerked. Elizabeth whimpered, the bite was a tad bit rough, and with his cock inside of her and his wet and tacky fingers on her left breast, she was almost coming.
“Yes,” was all she could utter, sweaty and boneless, and still tight with tension he was going to break. A few slow trusts were readily replaced for a steady, demanding rhythm, and yes, she had missed him too. Her skin felt like on fire, all of her nerves tingling, and she just wanted him to fuck her harder and faster and push her over the edge again. “Don't stop,” she urged, “harder.”
John let go of her leg, lowering himself over her.
“Don't come yet,” he whispered; heavy, sticky breath dripping down onto her skin as he mouthed her neck.
“John, I can't,” she said, feeling her body had gained a will of its own, desperately trying to hold on just a bit more.
“We come together,” he was still looking into her eyes, with a sinful smirk on his lips as he pushed into her steadily. Elizabeth's throat was tight and dry, and his kiss seemed to quench her thirst, if only for a second. “I will fuck you now, I'll fuck you good and then you'll come when I tell you,” he was whispering into her ear and then darting his tongue around her earlobe, moving slower, but deeper inside of her. Elizabeth was too far gone to protest against his sudden dictatorship. She bit his shoulder and he marked her neck with his teeth and she didn't give a damn about it as she slid her hands down his sweaty back and grabbed a handful of his tight butt.
“Tell me,” he demanded, groaning a little, because her nails were threatening to end his self control. “How it feels,” he grunted as he pushed harder.
“I have to come,” she panted, holding onto his shoulders and feeling like her insides were almost on fire. “Have to.... oooh,” she moaned incoherently.
“You like that,” his voice held unmistakable tone of triumph.
“Yes,” she breathed, feeling his heart beating against his ribs, just under her right hand.
“I'm fucking you real good,” he started panting now, sheen of sweat covering his face. “You like that, you like when it's a little rough and then you're like this, flat on your back and pleading me to make you come,” when he bit her shoulder, Elizabeth's body exploded into another orgasm, and this time she did cry out. John was there in an instant too, stiff and motionless as his hips shuddered and then pushed into her all the way.
Both of them were panting afterwards, and Elizabeth simply couldn't move to make him roll away from her. Her insides were still clenching, and his cock was still in there, slowly softening.
“Oh damn,” she breathed contently into his shoulder and kissed the bite mark she had left there.
“That was good,” he echoed his agreement, then pulled out of her slowly, and his fingers tested her. “Still so wet,” he said, but this time around the kiss he gave her was long and loving, an unmistakable sign of post coital drowsiness. Not that she didn't feel ti herself.
“No more sex tonight, John,” she said, although a big part of her wanted it differently. Had she been in a better shape, or with nothing to do tomorrow, then she would have given them both a little rest and then would wake him with her lips wrapped around his erection, sucking him until he was hard enough for her to ride him.
After all, she wasn't immune to sexual deprivation herself.
John grinned in agreement and then kissed her hotly.
“Okay. You need to walk tomorrow,” he noted, licking his thumb and index finger and tweaking her nipple between them.
“Yes, and so do you,” she removed his hand and then moved herself away from him. “Stop it,” she added half heartedly. It took a massive effort not to kiss away his pout, but if she relented, then she would be riding him within next ten minutes and it was way past her bedtime. His lips stretched into a grin and he removed his fingers from her wet folds, and damnit, she wanted more.
“Okay,” he agreed, spooning her from behind, and reaching with his hand for her small breast. “But I'm not nearly done with you,” the hand moved to her side, sliding across sensitive skin of her ribcage and she shivered. He reached her hip, than her ass and kneaded the soft flesh as he slipped one leg between hers. “I would do you all day long, you are so damn hot. I will do you first thing in the morning, from behind,” his fingers were slipping between her legs again and she felt him hardening against her back. “Slowly, just the way you like it in the morning,” his teeth were on her shoulder blade, busy leaving another mark there, and she could feel a single long finger sliding into her, then pushing in and out in an unhurried pace. Her hips bucked backwards against her will and she closed her eyes.
That meeting was scheduled for nine o'clock.
She could sleep in.
Actually, that would make Carson happy. Catching up on sleep would actually mean following her doctor's orders for a change. It was good for her.
Mind blowing sex was even better. Elizabeth lifted her leg and felt John slide into her, making her groan.
He could always carry her if she couldn't walk.
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Rating: NC - 17
Spoilers: none
Warnings: adult content
Disclaimer: I don't won anything but mistakes :)
A/N: for
agent_almeida , who gave me bunch of prompts but my naughty muse decided I should write this.
Summary: The night is still young, 'Lizabeth, and so are we.
----
Elizabeth came with a long moan and her head fell back onto her pillow. John's head was still down there, in between her legs, teasing the shudders from her as he kept eating her out. Elizabeth never liked that particular expression, but it was what he was doing.
"Okay," she panted, "you can stop now." John looked up and smirked with lips wet from her. He lowered his head to kiss her there again, and she had to bite her lower lip. He probably had no idea how hot he was, doing this. Or perhaps he did, when he dipped a finger inside of her she shivered, wet and open for him, and no, it didn't usually happen this way. She was one orgasm woman, usually had sex and then fell asleep, safely tucked into someone's shoulder. It wasn't widely known about her, but she liked the feeling of being tucked and cuddled, but John was a wild ride, even more so after he came back from a week long mission.
“The night is still young, 'Lizabeth, and so are we,” John's tone was both playful and dirty as he lowered his lips down at her again. He was determined to make up for those seven days of deprivation. The moan that escaped Elizabeth's lips sounded more like a pleading cry to her own ears. John blew hot breath against her clit, sucking the tiny bud into his mouth, and she was starting to pant again when his finger entered her body. “And looks like you still have more in you.”
She did. But it was a middle of the week, and she had to work in the morning.
“John,” she pleaded with him, uncertain if she could take it any more. He made her come twice already and it looked like he still wasn't done with her. She still wasn't done, but she couldn't spend the whole night having sex with him.
Well, technically, she could. Not like they haven't done a marathon yet, but they were on Earth back then, stuck in a hotel with rain pouring outside, with nothing better to do. Her legs weren't working properly the next morning and John was grinning for a week after that. Elizabeth couldn't afford that here.
“John, what?” he asked when she repeated his name.
“Just fuck me,” she breathed almost impatiently. She never talked like that, except when in bed with him. Fucking was precisely what they were doing right now.
“Afraid of something, Doctor?” he asked in a cocky tone as he moved up her body, tongue and teeth grazing her skin here and there, until he reached her breasts. Elizabeth was particularly sensitive there, and when she felt teeth and lips on her nipple her eyes fell shut. Another orgasm was just too close, with his fingers working her again. “Like not being able to walk in a straight line?”
“Don't flatter yourself too much, Colonel,” she replied coyly, spreading her legs wider. He pushed two fingers of his right hand inside of her all the way, the grasped her right leg with his left hand, just behind her knee and pushed it away, only to hook it over his shoulder.
“You're so damn flexible,” his attention was momentarily busy with her, for him, still too amazing bodily skills, but it was back on track in no time. “And open wide, just for me,” he nearly hissed, removing the fingers, and then he was entering her - slowly, because she was tight; no matter how much aroused, she was always tight.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, biting the inner side of her leg, near her knee, and she jerked. Elizabeth whimpered, the bite was a tad bit rough, and with his cock inside of her and his wet and tacky fingers on her left breast, she was almost coming.
“Yes,” was all she could utter, sweaty and boneless, and still tight with tension he was going to break. A few slow trusts were readily replaced for a steady, demanding rhythm, and yes, she had missed him too. Her skin felt like on fire, all of her nerves tingling, and she just wanted him to fuck her harder and faster and push her over the edge again. “Don't stop,” she urged, “harder.”
John let go of her leg, lowering himself over her.
“Don't come yet,” he whispered; heavy, sticky breath dripping down onto her skin as he mouthed her neck.
“John, I can't,” she said, feeling her body had gained a will of its own, desperately trying to hold on just a bit more.
“We come together,” he was still looking into her eyes, with a sinful smirk on his lips as he pushed into her steadily. Elizabeth's throat was tight and dry, and his kiss seemed to quench her thirst, if only for a second. “I will fuck you now, I'll fuck you good and then you'll come when I tell you,” he was whispering into her ear and then darting his tongue around her earlobe, moving slower, but deeper inside of her. Elizabeth was too far gone to protest against his sudden dictatorship. She bit his shoulder and he marked her neck with his teeth and she didn't give a damn about it as she slid her hands down his sweaty back and grabbed a handful of his tight butt.
“Tell me,” he demanded, groaning a little, because her nails were threatening to end his self control. “How it feels,” he grunted as he pushed harder.
“I have to come,” she panted, holding onto his shoulders and feeling like her insides were almost on fire. “Have to.... oooh,” she moaned incoherently.
“You like that,” his voice held unmistakable tone of triumph.
“Yes,” she breathed, feeling his heart beating against his ribs, just under her right hand.
“I'm fucking you real good,” he started panting now, sheen of sweat covering his face. “You like that, you like when it's a little rough and then you're like this, flat on your back and pleading me to make you come,” when he bit her shoulder, Elizabeth's body exploded into another orgasm, and this time she did cry out. John was there in an instant too, stiff and motionless as his hips shuddered and then pushed into her all the way.
Both of them were panting afterwards, and Elizabeth simply couldn't move to make him roll away from her. Her insides were still clenching, and his cock was still in there, slowly softening.
“Oh damn,” she breathed contently into his shoulder and kissed the bite mark she had left there.
“That was good,” he echoed his agreement, then pulled out of her slowly, and his fingers tested her. “Still so wet,” he said, but this time around the kiss he gave her was long and loving, an unmistakable sign of post coital drowsiness. Not that she didn't feel ti herself.
“No more sex tonight, John,” she said, although a big part of her wanted it differently. Had she been in a better shape, or with nothing to do tomorrow, then she would have given them both a little rest and then would wake him with her lips wrapped around his erection, sucking him until he was hard enough for her to ride him.
After all, she wasn't immune to sexual deprivation herself.
John grinned in agreement and then kissed her hotly.
“Okay. You need to walk tomorrow,” he noted, licking his thumb and index finger and tweaking her nipple between them.
“Yes, and so do you,” she removed his hand and then moved herself away from him. “Stop it,” she added half heartedly. It took a massive effort not to kiss away his pout, but if she relented, then she would be riding him within next ten minutes and it was way past her bedtime. His lips stretched into a grin and he removed his fingers from her wet folds, and damnit, she wanted more.
“Okay,” he agreed, spooning her from behind, and reaching with his hand for her small breast. “But I'm not nearly done with you,” the hand moved to her side, sliding across sensitive skin of her ribcage and she shivered. He reached her hip, than her ass and kneaded the soft flesh as he slipped one leg between hers. “I would do you all day long, you are so damn hot. I will do you first thing in the morning, from behind,” his fingers were slipping between her legs again and she felt him hardening against her back. “Slowly, just the way you like it in the morning,” his teeth were on her shoulder blade, busy leaving another mark there, and she could feel a single long finger sliding into her, then pushing in and out in an unhurried pace. Her hips bucked backwards against her will and she closed her eyes.
That meeting was scheduled for nine o'clock.
She could sleep in.
Actually, that would make Carson happy. Catching up on sleep would actually mean following her doctor's orders for a change. It was good for her.
Mind blowing sex was even better. Elizabeth lifted her leg and felt John slide into her, making her groan.
He could always carry her if she couldn't walk.