On a Short Leash
Title: On a Short Leash
Author: chiarahhue
Rating: NC17 for graphic sex and mild consensual bondage
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate: Atlantis or any of the characters. They belong to MGM. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
Summary: It’s a PWP so if you’re looking for plot and substance, move along - there’s nothing for you here!
Notes: Beta’d, encouraged and definitely the fault of my dear wanderingsmith who started a thread on kinks and wanted to know, how does Dr. Elizabeth Weir keep her Lt. Colonel Puppy on a short leash?
Their relationship was still new enough that for John, a two week mission offworld was sufficient cause for some highly anticipated reunion sex. And evidently, Elizabeth felt the same way because she was waiting in the jumper bay as he and his team disembarked. And before they headed off for the infirmary for a post mission check up, she’d made a point of whispering in his ear that she had something *special* for him tonight…
Oh. God.
So here he was - freshly showered, naked and in her bed - but so far, all she’d done was crank him up to a higher level of frustration by ignoring him as she rummaged around in various drawers and cabinets in her bedroom. And as his eyes continued to follow her around, he caught flashes of smooth pale skin and incredibly long legs whenever her silky robe flared open and it made him even more anxious to get her into bed. And out of that damn robe.
“Elizabeth, can’t that wait?” John leaned back against the headboard and grumbled impatiently.
“Aha! I found it!” she said triumphantly, turning around to show John an oddly shaped dark bottle. “I won it from Teyla at Girls Poker Night a while back.”
She walked over and gracefully sat down on the edge of the bed, facing him. “Remember the body lotion you brought me last month from that market on M4P-877?” she asked.
With an effort, John dragged his eyes away from the tempting way the front of her robe was gaping open and looked up at her with a wide grin. “It made you smell like a cupcake and Rodney and Ronon wouldn’t stop following you around.”
“You were just as bad,” Elizabeth reminded him, swatting his hand away as he tried to tug on the sash of her robe.
“Hey! I was just curious if it made you taste as good as you smelled. And if I remember correctly, and all I got for my efforts was a smack on the back of my head,” he said indignantly.
“Well, I hope this will make up for it,” Elizabeth said with a seductive smile that immediately caught John’s attention.
Uncorking the bottle, she let a few drops of the amber oil fall onto her fingertip, then slowly rubbed her finger and thumb together. John’s nostrils flared as he caught a faint scent similar to vanilla and honey, and when she brought her fingertip to her mouth and delicately licked it he felt his mouth go dry.
“Ummm.” she murmured appreciatively. “Tastes so good…”
Reaching down, she took one of John’s hands, turned it over and touched a drop of oil to his finger. “I wonder if it will taste as good on you?” she asked innocently as she brought his hand up to her mouth.
As her tongue flicked out and licked the oil from the tip of his finger, she felt John’s body jerk. But it wasn't nearly as satisfying as the involuntary little whimpering sound he made when she slowly sucked his entire finger into her mouth.
John groaned, his eyes closing as he slowly let out his breath, enjoying the erotic sensation of her agile tongue circling his finger in her warm mouth. It brought back a number of very hot (and wet) dreams he’d had about her while he was offworld. Even at the beginning of their relationship, she’d always known how to touch him in *just* the right way. And now that she knew him…knew his body…he was helpless in her hands.
Clasping his wrist, Elizabeth slid his finger out of her mouth and pressed a light kiss into his palm.
“So,” she breathed, her green eyes darkening in anticipation. “Shall we find out if this tastes just as good on other parts of your body?”
John sat motionless, his eyes riveted on her mouth. Then suddenly he leaned forward and grabbed Elizabeth, growling against her neck and making her squeal as he pulled her down to the bed and rolled her underneath his naked body. His mouth came down hard on hers, and as he took her mouth in a passionate kiss, he slid a hand between their bodies and fumbled for the sash of her robe.
But unexpectedly, she pushed both his hand and him away and sat up.
“Aw, ‘Lizabeth,” John groaned and fell back in disappointment. “Is this how you treat the guy you swear you’ve missed every day for the past two weeks?”
“My, my…what a whiny puppy you are tonight,” she teased, reaching out to rake her fingers lightly through his chest hair and play with his dog tags.
“But it’s been *two weeks*, Elizabeth!” He added a pleading gaze to his pout. “Actually, longer because you were too busy for goodbye sex before I left.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “How did you manage without constant sex before we got together? Or maybe I don’t want to know,” she added, suddenly reminded of his reputation in the rumor mill.
John snorted. “That Capt. Kirk crap is just a figment of *McKay*’s sex-starved overactive libido. As much as I hate to admit it, for way too long it’s just been me and my hand.”
“John!”
“I’m just sayin’!” He sighed dramatically, “Didn’t you wonder about that black wrist band I was wearing all the time?” He nodded grimly. “Needed it for support…”
Elizabeth burst out laughing. “I noticed you haven’t been wearing it lately.”
“’Cause I have you, now,” he said smugly, scooting closer. “Speaking of which…you said you wanted to do something special tonight?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Or do you just want to play?”
He started to reach for her but froze as Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed and an unexpectedly wicked grin spread across her face.
Keeping her eyes locked with his she arched an eyebrow. “I *do* want to play,” she purred, her voice making his entire body vibrate. “But I want to play with *you*.”
Reaching down, she untied her robe, letting it fall completely open as she began slowly pulling the sash free. She smiled in satisfaction as John swallowed hard, his eyes raking hotly over her naked body. With a sensuous roll of her shoulders, she let her robe slide off onto the bed with a soft whisper of silk.
“Johnn...” She drew his name out softly as she trailed one end of the sash down his chest, across his stomach and then let it drag slowly along the quickly hardening length of his erection. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do but…I don’t know…it might be too much to ask of you.”
“Anything,” John breathed, his chest heaving as she pulled the silky fabric back up along his body. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
Sitting back, she regarded him seriously. “Do you trust me, John? Enough to give up your control for a little while?”
John’s eyes widened at the way she played with the sash in her hands - wrapping it around one hand and then tugging it taut with a little snap. Although he enjoyed it when she took the lead in their lovemaking - even encouraged her to be aggressive - this was Elizabeth in Charge at a whole different level. But there was no doubt in his mind that he trusted her and besides - who was he kidding? - as long as it involved sex with Elizabeth, he was more than willing.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked a little breathlessly, his eyes going from the sash in her hands to her eyes.
She gave him a reassuring smile. “Nothing too extreme,” she promised. With a nod she indicated his hands. “Just bind your wrists together and tie them to the headboard so I can play without any…interference.” She arched an eyebrow provocatively.
John nodded and without hesitation, crossed his hands at the wrists and held them out to her.
“Not too tight,” he advised, watching as she carefully lashed them together with one end of the sash. Experimentally, he wiggled his hands to make sure there was enough ease and then gave her an approving nod. “I need to be able to grab onto the sash with my hands - it takes the pressure off my wrists.”
She blinked in surprise. “You’ve done this before?”
“You’re asking if I’ve ever been tied up?” John chuckled. “Are you kidding? You know what my luck’s like…you’ve read my mission reports. Now, if you’re asking if any of those times were for sex, I’m relieved to say ‘No way in hell!’ Although I *was* a little concerned about the way a couple of those Genii solders were looking at me and Lorne…”
Despite his joking, Elizabeth closed her eyes as she momentarily flashed on all the times he’d been captured or in danger and she’d been helpless to do anything. Leaning forward, she kissed his hands and wrists, determined to replace those dark memories with something else. For both of them.
Raising his arms above his head, she tied the other end of the sash to the heavy crossbar of the headboard, securing it with a slipknot.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked hesitantly, pausing to search his face intently for any sense of unease. She remembered all too vividly the one and only time she’d tried to broach the idea of a little bondage play with Simon…the look of shock followed by revulsion had put a damper on their lovemaking for months. And it was shortly after that that she’d decided to take the position as head of the Atlantis expedition. As if putting a galaxy between them might lessen her shame.
But looking into John’s eyes, all she saw was honest curiosity and excitement with a heavy dose of lust and she smiled in relief even as he nodded.
Running her fingertips along the sensitive undersides of his arms, she lowered her head to press a grateful kiss to his lips. Feeling his mouth open eagerly under hers, Elizabeth leaned into the kiss, dipping her tongue in to touch his, intimately exploring his mouth. Breathlessly breaking from their kiss, she smiled to herself as she noticed how his mouth tried to follow hers as she lifted her head up, then when his bonds prevented him, he fell back onto the bed with a huff of frustration.
This time it was Elizabeth’s turn to feign a pout. “Such a shame you’re tied up.” She sat back, making sure John could see her. “If you weren’t, you could touch me like this…”
Arching her back, she slid her hands upward along her ribcage to cup her softly rounded breasts. As she squeezed and fondled them, she gazed intently into his eyes; her excitement building as she watched his pupils dilate to the point where there was just an edge of hazel color rimming them.
John watched avidly as her hands continued to caress her body…sliding down her thighs and back up again…her fingertips grazing across the soft swell of her belly, making herself shiver. She’d never been so openly sexual with him before and he wondered if it was because he’d been away so long this time, or if it was just a matter of her feeling more secure with him like this.
Not that it mattered. She was making it crystal clear that this little show was just for *him*. And as he breathed deeply, he caught the scent of her growing arousal, and that on top of everything else triggered a primal response in him that had him growling and unconsciously pulling at his restraints in an effort to get to her.
And then her hands were back on those perfectly shaped breasts and he froze, unable to take his eyes off them. Oh how he loved her breasts! Not too large, not too small - just the right size to fill his hands. And those little pink nipples. Christ. He groaned as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back as she lightly teased and pinched them. He knew first-hand how sensitive they were…wished it were his hands, his mouth there…making her catch her breath and shudder….
“Patience,” Elizabeth whispered as John jerked against his restraints again. “I haven’t even *begun* to do the things I want to do to you.”
John nearly choked. The tone of her voice and the look in her eyes as her gaze sizzled down his body to land on his crotch was nearly enough to make him forget his age and come like he was sixteen and a girl touched his dick for the first time.
Shit. He was never going to last…
“I think you just need to relax a bit, John. Maybe if I rub some of that oil on your back?”
Muttering that he doubted it would help, he let her adjust the sash to allow him to lay face down on the bed, groaning involuntarily as he rolled over onto his aching erection.
Kneeling next to him on the bed, Elizabeth reached for the bottle of oil and poured a little into her palm. Rubbing her hands together to warm the oil, she then placed them on either side of his neck and slowly massaged the tense muscles there, working her way around to his nape. She stroked it gently, wondering idly why that particular part of him looked so vulnerable. His skin was surprisingly soft under her fingertips and as she continued to lightly caress his neck and play with the chain of his dogtags, he started making a low murmuring noise.
“Are you purring?” she asked laughingly.
“Feels good,” he mumbled. Then he gasped softly as she lightly dragged her nails along his neck and up into his hair. He loved it when she ran her fingers through his hair…or scraped her nails along his scalp…or raked her fingers down his back…or-
Hell, he just loved being touched by her.
And as her hands continued to slide along his shoulders and down his back, he thought about how little she touched *anyone*. Maybe it was just her way of keeping her distance as their leader, but when they were alone, it made him *want* to be touched - as much for assurance as affection.
Of all the things Elizabeth had learned about John Sheppard, the most surprising was how much he loved to be touched. Which was why he was practically melting under her hands right now, she thought smugly. She started trailing her fingertips along his spine and as she got to the small of his back, she spread her hands wide. Sweeping them across the crest of his buttocks, she lightly massaged the oil into the smooth skin…running her fingers along the muscular indentation on the sides and then along the sensitive rounded undersides. As John moaned her name, she continued to tease him - tracing swirling little patterns on his skin and watching as his muscles tensed and twitched involuntarily at her touch.
Seeing how much John was enjoying the attention, Elizabeth reached for the bottle of oil and poured some more into her hands. Closing her eyes, she sighed as her hands smoothed the oil over her belly and then slid upward, to massage it over her breasts and nipples, already achingly tight.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, “I’m rubbing some of the oil on myself now, John. It feels so good… makes my nipples *so* hard…” She moaned softly as she rolled the tight peaks between her thumb and finger.
John shifted and whimpered her name. He couldn’t see her but he could smell the fragrant oil and hear the arousal in the throaty tone of her voice.
“Did you enjoy having me rub the oil on you with my hands?”
“Yes,” he hissed, swallowing hard.
“Then I think you’ll *love* having me use my body…”
Elizabeth moved to position herself on top of him, then slowly and sensually began to rub her oil-slicked body against his back. As John caught his breath at the contact, she slid up and licked the nape of his neck, inhaling his scent mixed with the sweet flavor of the warm oil, then nuzzling her way to his ear, she flicked the tip of her tongue into it, smiling as she felt him shiver.
“The whole time you were gone, I missed you…missed the way you touch me…make me feel.” She breathed warmly across his ear, making him groan and squirm under her. “But mostly, I thought about all the things I wanted to *do* to you once I got my hands on you.”
As he shuddered beneath here, she slid her body down along the length of his…running her tongue lightly down the ridge of his spine…tasting the faintly sweet oil…inhaling the scent of his skin. Reaching the crest of his buttocks, she slowly slid over them, then rubbed her breasts back and forth, dragging her hard-beaded nipples against the skin of his sensitive cheeks until John was panting and pushing back against her.
Gliding back up the length of his body, Elizabeth kissed his shoulders and neck, then ran her tongue around the outer shell of his ear. At the touch of her mouth and tongue, John growled deeply in his throat and the sound sent a ripple of heated pleasure through her.
“Turn over,” she ordered, lifting herself up onto her hands.
“Yes, ma’am,” he gasped, eagerly rolling over underneath her.
She groaned involuntarily as she felt the heat of his body under her and heard his indrawn breath as she pressed against him.
“Untie my hands, Elizabeth,” he pleaded hoarsely, his hips rocking up against her urgently. “I want to touch you too.”
Elizabeth *almost* faltered. “Not yet,” she whispered, steeling herself against the tempting puppy pout on his mouth, “Be patient…I promise it will be worth the wait.”
Then, running the tip of her tongue along his lips, she kissed his lower lip, drawing it into her mouth. He moaned softly as she gently suckled it, then began teasing his lips apart until he opened to let her press her kisses deeply into his mouth. With a final nip to his full lower lip, she kissed and licked her way down his throat, causing him to sigh and tip his head back as far as he could.
Elizabeth sucked gently on his Adam’s apple and then nuzzled her way to the sensitive hollow at the base of his throat. There, she started tracing little patterns with her tongue, then kissed and nipped her way along his collarbone, causing John to shift impatiently underneath her as he tried to press his hard erection hotly against her.
It sent a shiver of excitement through her body and as she looked up into his eyes, she was struck by the heat and intensity she saw there, and humbled that he chose to be so compliant in her hands. She knew he wasn’t someone who gave up his control easily and it made her even more anxious to ensure that he was amply ‘rewarded’…
Sliding her fingers through his dark chest hair, she paused to lightly brush her fingertips across his nipples. She could feel the small nubs tighten under her teasing fingers and she continued to play with them until his breathing became rough and heavy. Gliding smoothly down his body, Elizabeth left a trail of tiny fluttering kisses down his chest and across the flat plane of his stomach to his hip. She nuzzled and licked the skin there, dragging her tongue along the sharp angle of his hip bone until she heard his breath stutter and felt him shudder at the touch of her hot tongue.
Pulling away reluctantly, Elizabeth reached for the bottle of oil. Tipping it carefully, she let a few drops fall onto the head of his penis then let a few more drip down along the length of his shaft. She darted a concerned glance at John’s face when he hissed but, recognizing the look of almost painful pleasure on his face as he avidly watched her, she knew he was just anticipating her next move.
Rubbing a few more drops of oil onto her hand, she set the bottle back on the floor and returned her attention to John’s cock - now bobbing in rhythm with his harsh breathing. And when she finally reached out and curled her hand around him, she found herself clasping an erection so incredibly hard that she wondered if it was painful for him to even be touched.
Flexing her fingers along his hot length, she leaned forward and kissed him hungrily. At his eager response, she deepened her kiss, circling his tongue with hers…then gently sucking it into her warm mouth as she slowly began to move her hand on him. The oil allowed her to slide her fist slickly down as she let his tongue slide out of her mouth, then as she sucked it back in, her hand tightened on his cock and she stroked upward strongly, finishing with a twist of her wrist on the up stroke to rub her palm across the sensitive head.
She felt John arch up as he cried out; lifting his hips to push himself urgently into her hand. Still kissing him erotically, she fisted her hand more tightly onto him and continued to stroke him…firmly curling her fingers around him…sliding and twisting slickly along his taut length…her thumb rubbing along the sensitive underside.
While Elizabeth loved the involuntary little whimpers she could coax from John, it was those deliciously urgent sounds of pleasure he was now making that really got her hot. In response, her hand became more demanding as she squeezed and stroked him rhythmically, easing his control away from him and making his hips rise and fall as he tried to follow her hand.
“’Liz’beth…please,” he gasped suddenly, his chest heaving and his breathing ragged. “I don’t think I can last much longer and I want to be inside you.”
As she paused to lightly brush her thumb across the sensitive tip of his erection - already wet in anticipation - John made one of those throaty little sounds again, his body jerking against his restraints and Elizabeth finally murmured agreement. Moving to straddle his hips, she took him in hand and positioned herself over him.
But John’s happy sigh of anticipation quickly turned to a whimper of frustration as she rocked her hips back and forth, only allowing the tip of his hard length to slide along the wet swollen folds of her sex. The tantalizing feel of velvety slick flesh *just out of reach* made him throb painfully for her and he cursed under his breath as he tried to thrust his hips upward, only to have her raise up on her knees and hold him firmly away from his goal.
“Such an anxious puppy,” she teased, as he growled impatiently, “You must have really missed me.”
He bit back his retort, his train of thought suddenly derailing as she started to slowly lower herself onto him. He caught his breath as he felt the tip of his erection ease into her, then groaned hoarsely when she suddenly gave a twist of her hips as she squeezed her inner muscles around the sensitive head.
Damn…how the hell had she learned to do *that*!
“Please…Elizabeth…How much longer are you going to make me suffer?”
A slow smile spread across her face as she realized how much she enjoyed being able to control his pleasure as well as her own.
“I just wanted to make sure you wanted *this*,” she said as she abruptly pushed herself down hard, taking him deeply into her.
John Sheppard was a man with an enviable amount of sexual experience.
As such, he’d been verbal.
Uninhibited.
Even loud at times.
But never…EVER…had he screamed.
Until now.
Elizabeth faltered, startled by his reaction. She’d never considered herself particularly good in bed. And the best she’d ever hoped for was to keep a lover satisfied. So it was with no small amount of astonishment that she realized what she’d just done.
She’d made John Sheppard scream her name. John. Goddam. Sheppard.
Then his hips were lifting her off the bed in his desperation to thrust up into her, wiping the smug grin off her face as she tried to keep her balance. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on her thighs, arching her back as she began to rock her hips in tandem with him.
John growled deeply in this throat, his hands tightly grasping the sash as he watched Elizabeth ride him. He’d never seen her look so magnificent…her hair tossing wildly about her head as she moved…her face flushed and her green eyes dark with arousal…those sweet breasts swaying and bouncing with each thrust. And as he changed the angle of his hips and thrust harder, her breathy cries of pleasure mixed with his name were nearly his undoing.
Elizabeth could feel his hips stutter in that jerky way she knew signaled how close he was. She loved being able to watch his face like this…watch him give himself up to the pleasure she was giving him…give himself up to *her*.
Quickening her movements, she added a little twist of her hips as she thrust down onto him…squeezing herself tightly around him as she lifted up…whispering in a throaty voice how she’d dreamt about him every night…dreamt of having him inside her…*coming* inside her…
John groaned as an aching stab of heat shot through him at her rough, breathy words. He gritted his teeth, willing himself to hold on, thrusting up into her as he begged her to come with him.
Abruptly Elizabeth arched her body tautly as her orgasm exploded, then fell forward onto John as it shuddered through her. The sound of her gasping his name as the pulsing waves of her climax hit him, triggered his own and John cried out as he came hard, filling her with his hot, pent-up release.
For a few sweet moments, they lay quiet and content -- the only sound in the room, the soft panting of their mingled breathing.
“Wow.”
“Damn.”
Raising herself up, she shakily reached for the sash and jerked it loose from the headboard, then unwrapped his wrists.
Finally free, John sighed and wrapped his arms around her, rolling them onto their sides. They shifted, but not apart - still reluctant to let go of each other.
“How are you feeling?” she whispered, reaching up to stroke his stubbled cheek. “Are your wrists alright?”
John shifted and grimaced. “It’s not my wrists that hurt.”
Elizabeth leaned back in his arms and looked at him in concern. “What, then?”
He gave her a sheepish grin. “I think I just came so hard I threw my back out.”
She looked at him in disbelief for a second and then burst out laughing. “I want to be there when you explain *that* one to Carson!”
“Oh please do. He’s always nicer, or at least more distracted when you’re there.” He yawned and pulled her back into his arms. “But not tonight…you wiped me out…”
She yawned in agreement, snuffling softly against his chest as she pawed a hand through his chest hair until she found his dogtags.
As he felt her fingers automatically wrap around them as she settled in, he lowered his head to tenderly kiss her shoulder. Flicking his tongue out to taste her skin, he snuggled her closer, wondering sleepily how he could find out from Teyla what other flavors of oil there were...
The End
Author: chiarahhue
Rating: NC17 for graphic sex and mild consensual bondage
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate: Atlantis or any of the characters. They belong to MGM. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
Summary: It’s a PWP so if you’re looking for plot and substance, move along - there’s nothing for you here!
Notes: Beta’d, encouraged and definitely the fault of my dear wanderingsmith who started a thread on kinks and wanted to know, how does Dr. Elizabeth Weir keep her Lt. Colonel Puppy on a short leash?
Their relationship was still new enough that for John, a two week mission offworld was sufficient cause for some highly anticipated reunion sex. And evidently, Elizabeth felt the same way because she was waiting in the jumper bay as he and his team disembarked. And before they headed off for the infirmary for a post mission check up, she’d made a point of whispering in his ear that she had something *special* for him tonight…
Oh. God.
So here he was - freshly showered, naked and in her bed - but so far, all she’d done was crank him up to a higher level of frustration by ignoring him as she rummaged around in various drawers and cabinets in her bedroom. And as his eyes continued to follow her around, he caught flashes of smooth pale skin and incredibly long legs whenever her silky robe flared open and it made him even more anxious to get her into bed. And out of that damn robe.
“Elizabeth, can’t that wait?” John leaned back against the headboard and grumbled impatiently.
“Aha! I found it!” she said triumphantly, turning around to show John an oddly shaped dark bottle. “I won it from Teyla at Girls Poker Night a while back.”
She walked over and gracefully sat down on the edge of the bed, facing him. “Remember the body lotion you brought me last month from that market on M4P-877?” she asked.
With an effort, John dragged his eyes away from the tempting way the front of her robe was gaping open and looked up at her with a wide grin. “It made you smell like a cupcake and Rodney and Ronon wouldn’t stop following you around.”
“You were just as bad,” Elizabeth reminded him, swatting his hand away as he tried to tug on the sash of her robe.
“Hey! I was just curious if it made you taste as good as you smelled. And if I remember correctly, and all I got for my efforts was a smack on the back of my head,” he said indignantly.
“Well, I hope this will make up for it,” Elizabeth said with a seductive smile that immediately caught John’s attention.
Uncorking the bottle, she let a few drops of the amber oil fall onto her fingertip, then slowly rubbed her finger and thumb together. John’s nostrils flared as he caught a faint scent similar to vanilla and honey, and when she brought her fingertip to her mouth and delicately licked it he felt his mouth go dry.
“Ummm.” she murmured appreciatively. “Tastes so good…”
Reaching down, she took one of John’s hands, turned it over and touched a drop of oil to his finger. “I wonder if it will taste as good on you?” she asked innocently as she brought his hand up to her mouth.
As her tongue flicked out and licked the oil from the tip of his finger, she felt John’s body jerk. But it wasn't nearly as satisfying as the involuntary little whimpering sound he made when she slowly sucked his entire finger into her mouth.
John groaned, his eyes closing as he slowly let out his breath, enjoying the erotic sensation of her agile tongue circling his finger in her warm mouth. It brought back a number of very hot (and wet) dreams he’d had about her while he was offworld. Even at the beginning of their relationship, she’d always known how to touch him in *just* the right way. And now that she knew him…knew his body…he was helpless in her hands.
Clasping his wrist, Elizabeth slid his finger out of her mouth and pressed a light kiss into his palm.
“So,” she breathed, her green eyes darkening in anticipation. “Shall we find out if this tastes just as good on other parts of your body?”
John sat motionless, his eyes riveted on her mouth. Then suddenly he leaned forward and grabbed Elizabeth, growling against her neck and making her squeal as he pulled her down to the bed and rolled her underneath his naked body. His mouth came down hard on hers, and as he took her mouth in a passionate kiss, he slid a hand between their bodies and fumbled for the sash of her robe.
But unexpectedly, she pushed both his hand and him away and sat up.
“Aw, ‘Lizabeth,” John groaned and fell back in disappointment. “Is this how you treat the guy you swear you’ve missed every day for the past two weeks?”
“My, my…what a whiny puppy you are tonight,” she teased, reaching out to rake her fingers lightly through his chest hair and play with his dog tags.
“But it’s been *two weeks*, Elizabeth!” He added a pleading gaze to his pout. “Actually, longer because you were too busy for goodbye sex before I left.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “How did you manage without constant sex before we got together? Or maybe I don’t want to know,” she added, suddenly reminded of his reputation in the rumor mill.
John snorted. “That Capt. Kirk crap is just a figment of *McKay*’s sex-starved overactive libido. As much as I hate to admit it, for way too long it’s just been me and my hand.”
“John!”
“I’m just sayin’!” He sighed dramatically, “Didn’t you wonder about that black wrist band I was wearing all the time?” He nodded grimly. “Needed it for support…”
Elizabeth burst out laughing. “I noticed you haven’t been wearing it lately.”
“’Cause I have you, now,” he said smugly, scooting closer. “Speaking of which…you said you wanted to do something special tonight?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Or do you just want to play?”
He started to reach for her but froze as Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed and an unexpectedly wicked grin spread across her face.
Keeping her eyes locked with his she arched an eyebrow. “I *do* want to play,” she purred, her voice making his entire body vibrate. “But I want to play with *you*.”
Reaching down, she untied her robe, letting it fall completely open as she began slowly pulling the sash free. She smiled in satisfaction as John swallowed hard, his eyes raking hotly over her naked body. With a sensuous roll of her shoulders, she let her robe slide off onto the bed with a soft whisper of silk.
“Johnn...” She drew his name out softly as she trailed one end of the sash down his chest, across his stomach and then let it drag slowly along the quickly hardening length of his erection. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do but…I don’t know…it might be too much to ask of you.”
“Anything,” John breathed, his chest heaving as she pulled the silky fabric back up along his body. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
Sitting back, she regarded him seriously. “Do you trust me, John? Enough to give up your control for a little while?”
John’s eyes widened at the way she played with the sash in her hands - wrapping it around one hand and then tugging it taut with a little snap. Although he enjoyed it when she took the lead in their lovemaking - even encouraged her to be aggressive - this was Elizabeth in Charge at a whole different level. But there was no doubt in his mind that he trusted her and besides - who was he kidding? - as long as it involved sex with Elizabeth, he was more than willing.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked a little breathlessly, his eyes going from the sash in her hands to her eyes.
She gave him a reassuring smile. “Nothing too extreme,” she promised. With a nod she indicated his hands. “Just bind your wrists together and tie them to the headboard so I can play without any…interference.” She arched an eyebrow provocatively.
John nodded and without hesitation, crossed his hands at the wrists and held them out to her.
“Not too tight,” he advised, watching as she carefully lashed them together with one end of the sash. Experimentally, he wiggled his hands to make sure there was enough ease and then gave her an approving nod. “I need to be able to grab onto the sash with my hands - it takes the pressure off my wrists.”
She blinked in surprise. “You’ve done this before?”
“You’re asking if I’ve ever been tied up?” John chuckled. “Are you kidding? You know what my luck’s like…you’ve read my mission reports. Now, if you’re asking if any of those times were for sex, I’m relieved to say ‘No way in hell!’ Although I *was* a little concerned about the way a couple of those Genii solders were looking at me and Lorne…”
Despite his joking, Elizabeth closed her eyes as she momentarily flashed on all the times he’d been captured or in danger and she’d been helpless to do anything. Leaning forward, she kissed his hands and wrists, determined to replace those dark memories with something else. For both of them.
Raising his arms above his head, she tied the other end of the sash to the heavy crossbar of the headboard, securing it with a slipknot.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked hesitantly, pausing to search his face intently for any sense of unease. She remembered all too vividly the one and only time she’d tried to broach the idea of a little bondage play with Simon…the look of shock followed by revulsion had put a damper on their lovemaking for months. And it was shortly after that that she’d decided to take the position as head of the Atlantis expedition. As if putting a galaxy between them might lessen her shame.
But looking into John’s eyes, all she saw was honest curiosity and excitement with a heavy dose of lust and she smiled in relief even as he nodded.
Running her fingertips along the sensitive undersides of his arms, she lowered her head to press a grateful kiss to his lips. Feeling his mouth open eagerly under hers, Elizabeth leaned into the kiss, dipping her tongue in to touch his, intimately exploring his mouth. Breathlessly breaking from their kiss, she smiled to herself as she noticed how his mouth tried to follow hers as she lifted her head up, then when his bonds prevented him, he fell back onto the bed with a huff of frustration.
This time it was Elizabeth’s turn to feign a pout. “Such a shame you’re tied up.” She sat back, making sure John could see her. “If you weren’t, you could touch me like this…”
Arching her back, she slid her hands upward along her ribcage to cup her softly rounded breasts. As she squeezed and fondled them, she gazed intently into his eyes; her excitement building as she watched his pupils dilate to the point where there was just an edge of hazel color rimming them.
John watched avidly as her hands continued to caress her body…sliding down her thighs and back up again…her fingertips grazing across the soft swell of her belly, making herself shiver. She’d never been so openly sexual with him before and he wondered if it was because he’d been away so long this time, or if it was just a matter of her feeling more secure with him like this.
Not that it mattered. She was making it crystal clear that this little show was just for *him*. And as he breathed deeply, he caught the scent of her growing arousal, and that on top of everything else triggered a primal response in him that had him growling and unconsciously pulling at his restraints in an effort to get to her.
And then her hands were back on those perfectly shaped breasts and he froze, unable to take his eyes off them. Oh how he loved her breasts! Not too large, not too small - just the right size to fill his hands. And those little pink nipples. Christ. He groaned as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back as she lightly teased and pinched them. He knew first-hand how sensitive they were…wished it were his hands, his mouth there…making her catch her breath and shudder….
“Patience,” Elizabeth whispered as John jerked against his restraints again. “I haven’t even *begun* to do the things I want to do to you.”
John nearly choked. The tone of her voice and the look in her eyes as her gaze sizzled down his body to land on his crotch was nearly enough to make him forget his age and come like he was sixteen and a girl touched his dick for the first time.
Shit. He was never going to last…
“I think you just need to relax a bit, John. Maybe if I rub some of that oil on your back?”
Muttering that he doubted it would help, he let her adjust the sash to allow him to lay face down on the bed, groaning involuntarily as he rolled over onto his aching erection.
Kneeling next to him on the bed, Elizabeth reached for the bottle of oil and poured a little into her palm. Rubbing her hands together to warm the oil, she then placed them on either side of his neck and slowly massaged the tense muscles there, working her way around to his nape. She stroked it gently, wondering idly why that particular part of him looked so vulnerable. His skin was surprisingly soft under her fingertips and as she continued to lightly caress his neck and play with the chain of his dogtags, he started making a low murmuring noise.
“Are you purring?” she asked laughingly.
“Feels good,” he mumbled. Then he gasped softly as she lightly dragged her nails along his neck and up into his hair. He loved it when she ran her fingers through his hair…or scraped her nails along his scalp…or raked her fingers down his back…or-
Hell, he just loved being touched by her.
And as her hands continued to slide along his shoulders and down his back, he thought about how little she touched *anyone*. Maybe it was just her way of keeping her distance as their leader, but when they were alone, it made him *want* to be touched - as much for assurance as affection.
Of all the things Elizabeth had learned about John Sheppard, the most surprising was how much he loved to be touched. Which was why he was practically melting under her hands right now, she thought smugly. She started trailing her fingertips along his spine and as she got to the small of his back, she spread her hands wide. Sweeping them across the crest of his buttocks, she lightly massaged the oil into the smooth skin…running her fingers along the muscular indentation on the sides and then along the sensitive rounded undersides. As John moaned her name, she continued to tease him - tracing swirling little patterns on his skin and watching as his muscles tensed and twitched involuntarily at her touch.
Seeing how much John was enjoying the attention, Elizabeth reached for the bottle of oil and poured some more into her hands. Closing her eyes, she sighed as her hands smoothed the oil over her belly and then slid upward, to massage it over her breasts and nipples, already achingly tight.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, “I’m rubbing some of the oil on myself now, John. It feels so good… makes my nipples *so* hard…” She moaned softly as she rolled the tight peaks between her thumb and finger.
John shifted and whimpered her name. He couldn’t see her but he could smell the fragrant oil and hear the arousal in the throaty tone of her voice.
“Did you enjoy having me rub the oil on you with my hands?”
“Yes,” he hissed, swallowing hard.
“Then I think you’ll *love* having me use my body…”
Elizabeth moved to position herself on top of him, then slowly and sensually began to rub her oil-slicked body against his back. As John caught his breath at the contact, she slid up and licked the nape of his neck, inhaling his scent mixed with the sweet flavor of the warm oil, then nuzzling her way to his ear, she flicked the tip of her tongue into it, smiling as she felt him shiver.
“The whole time you were gone, I missed you…missed the way you touch me…make me feel.” She breathed warmly across his ear, making him groan and squirm under her. “But mostly, I thought about all the things I wanted to *do* to you once I got my hands on you.”
As he shuddered beneath here, she slid her body down along the length of his…running her tongue lightly down the ridge of his spine…tasting the faintly sweet oil…inhaling the scent of his skin. Reaching the crest of his buttocks, she slowly slid over them, then rubbed her breasts back and forth, dragging her hard-beaded nipples against the skin of his sensitive cheeks until John was panting and pushing back against her.
Gliding back up the length of his body, Elizabeth kissed his shoulders and neck, then ran her tongue around the outer shell of his ear. At the touch of her mouth and tongue, John growled deeply in his throat and the sound sent a ripple of heated pleasure through her.
“Turn over,” she ordered, lifting herself up onto her hands.
“Yes, ma’am,” he gasped, eagerly rolling over underneath her.
She groaned involuntarily as she felt the heat of his body under her and heard his indrawn breath as she pressed against him.
“Untie my hands, Elizabeth,” he pleaded hoarsely, his hips rocking up against her urgently. “I want to touch you too.”
Elizabeth *almost* faltered. “Not yet,” she whispered, steeling herself against the tempting puppy pout on his mouth, “Be patient…I promise it will be worth the wait.”
Then, running the tip of her tongue along his lips, she kissed his lower lip, drawing it into her mouth. He moaned softly as she gently suckled it, then began teasing his lips apart until he opened to let her press her kisses deeply into his mouth. With a final nip to his full lower lip, she kissed and licked her way down his throat, causing him to sigh and tip his head back as far as he could.
Elizabeth sucked gently on his Adam’s apple and then nuzzled her way to the sensitive hollow at the base of his throat. There, she started tracing little patterns with her tongue, then kissed and nipped her way along his collarbone, causing John to shift impatiently underneath her as he tried to press his hard erection hotly against her.
It sent a shiver of excitement through her body and as she looked up into his eyes, she was struck by the heat and intensity she saw there, and humbled that he chose to be so compliant in her hands. She knew he wasn’t someone who gave up his control easily and it made her even more anxious to ensure that he was amply ‘rewarded’…
Sliding her fingers through his dark chest hair, she paused to lightly brush her fingertips across his nipples. She could feel the small nubs tighten under her teasing fingers and she continued to play with them until his breathing became rough and heavy. Gliding smoothly down his body, Elizabeth left a trail of tiny fluttering kisses down his chest and across the flat plane of his stomach to his hip. She nuzzled and licked the skin there, dragging her tongue along the sharp angle of his hip bone until she heard his breath stutter and felt him shudder at the touch of her hot tongue.
Pulling away reluctantly, Elizabeth reached for the bottle of oil. Tipping it carefully, she let a few drops fall onto the head of his penis then let a few more drip down along the length of his shaft. She darted a concerned glance at John’s face when he hissed but, recognizing the look of almost painful pleasure on his face as he avidly watched her, she knew he was just anticipating her next move.
Rubbing a few more drops of oil onto her hand, she set the bottle back on the floor and returned her attention to John’s cock - now bobbing in rhythm with his harsh breathing. And when she finally reached out and curled her hand around him, she found herself clasping an erection so incredibly hard that she wondered if it was painful for him to even be touched.
Flexing her fingers along his hot length, she leaned forward and kissed him hungrily. At his eager response, she deepened her kiss, circling his tongue with hers…then gently sucking it into her warm mouth as she slowly began to move her hand on him. The oil allowed her to slide her fist slickly down as she let his tongue slide out of her mouth, then as she sucked it back in, her hand tightened on his cock and she stroked upward strongly, finishing with a twist of her wrist on the up stroke to rub her palm across the sensitive head.
She felt John arch up as he cried out; lifting his hips to push himself urgently into her hand. Still kissing him erotically, she fisted her hand more tightly onto him and continued to stroke him…firmly curling her fingers around him…sliding and twisting slickly along his taut length…her thumb rubbing along the sensitive underside.
While Elizabeth loved the involuntary little whimpers she could coax from John, it was those deliciously urgent sounds of pleasure he was now making that really got her hot. In response, her hand became more demanding as she squeezed and stroked him rhythmically, easing his control away from him and making his hips rise and fall as he tried to follow her hand.
“’Liz’beth…please,” he gasped suddenly, his chest heaving and his breathing ragged. “I don’t think I can last much longer and I want to be inside you.”
As she paused to lightly brush her thumb across the sensitive tip of his erection - already wet in anticipation - John made one of those throaty little sounds again, his body jerking against his restraints and Elizabeth finally murmured agreement. Moving to straddle his hips, she took him in hand and positioned herself over him.
But John’s happy sigh of anticipation quickly turned to a whimper of frustration as she rocked her hips back and forth, only allowing the tip of his hard length to slide along the wet swollen folds of her sex. The tantalizing feel of velvety slick flesh *just out of reach* made him throb painfully for her and he cursed under his breath as he tried to thrust his hips upward, only to have her raise up on her knees and hold him firmly away from his goal.
“Such an anxious puppy,” she teased, as he growled impatiently, “You must have really missed me.”
He bit back his retort, his train of thought suddenly derailing as she started to slowly lower herself onto him. He caught his breath as he felt the tip of his erection ease into her, then groaned hoarsely when she suddenly gave a twist of her hips as she squeezed her inner muscles around the sensitive head.
Damn…how the hell had she learned to do *that*!
“Please…Elizabeth…How much longer are you going to make me suffer?”
A slow smile spread across her face as she realized how much she enjoyed being able to control his pleasure as well as her own.
“I just wanted to make sure you wanted *this*,” she said as she abruptly pushed herself down hard, taking him deeply into her.
John Sheppard was a man with an enviable amount of sexual experience.
As such, he’d been verbal.
Uninhibited.
Even loud at times.
But never…EVER…had he screamed.
Until now.
Elizabeth faltered, startled by his reaction. She’d never considered herself particularly good in bed. And the best she’d ever hoped for was to keep a lover satisfied. So it was with no small amount of astonishment that she realized what she’d just done.
She’d made John Sheppard scream her name. John. Goddam. Sheppard.
Then his hips were lifting her off the bed in his desperation to thrust up into her, wiping the smug grin off her face as she tried to keep her balance. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on her thighs, arching her back as she began to rock her hips in tandem with him.
John growled deeply in this throat, his hands tightly grasping the sash as he watched Elizabeth ride him. He’d never seen her look so magnificent…her hair tossing wildly about her head as she moved…her face flushed and her green eyes dark with arousal…those sweet breasts swaying and bouncing with each thrust. And as he changed the angle of his hips and thrust harder, her breathy cries of pleasure mixed with his name were nearly his undoing.
Elizabeth could feel his hips stutter in that jerky way she knew signaled how close he was. She loved being able to watch his face like this…watch him give himself up to the pleasure she was giving him…give himself up to *her*.
Quickening her movements, she added a little twist of her hips as she thrust down onto him…squeezing herself tightly around him as she lifted up…whispering in a throaty voice how she’d dreamt about him every night…dreamt of having him inside her…*coming* inside her…
John groaned as an aching stab of heat shot through him at her rough, breathy words. He gritted his teeth, willing himself to hold on, thrusting up into her as he begged her to come with him.
Abruptly Elizabeth arched her body tautly as her orgasm exploded, then fell forward onto John as it shuddered through her. The sound of her gasping his name as the pulsing waves of her climax hit him, triggered his own and John cried out as he came hard, filling her with his hot, pent-up release.
For a few sweet moments, they lay quiet and content -- the only sound in the room, the soft panting of their mingled breathing.
“Wow.”
“Damn.”
Raising herself up, she shakily reached for the sash and jerked it loose from the headboard, then unwrapped his wrists.
Finally free, John sighed and wrapped his arms around her, rolling them onto their sides. They shifted, but not apart - still reluctant to let go of each other.
“How are you feeling?” she whispered, reaching up to stroke his stubbled cheek. “Are your wrists alright?”
John shifted and grimaced. “It’s not my wrists that hurt.”
Elizabeth leaned back in his arms and looked at him in concern. “What, then?”
He gave her a sheepish grin. “I think I just came so hard I threw my back out.”
She looked at him in disbelief for a second and then burst out laughing. “I want to be there when you explain *that* one to Carson!”
“Oh please do. He’s always nicer, or at least more distracted when you’re there.” He yawned and pulled her back into his arms. “But not tonight…you wiped me out…”
She yawned in agreement, snuffling softly against his chest as she pawed a hand through his chest hair until she found his dogtags.
As he felt her fingers automatically wrap around them as she settled in, he lowered his head to tenderly kiss her shoulder. Flicking his tongue out to taste her skin, he snuggled her closer, wondering sleepily how he could find out from Teyla what other flavors of oil there were...
The End