That Girl Is...
Title: That Girl Is... / THE 7-DAY CHALLENGE #2
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: Poison
Fandom: SGA
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Genre: crack fic, smut
Word count: 941
Disclamer: i don't own SGA nor do I make any money from these fics
Summary: gratuitous sparky smut
Rodney rolled his eyes as '90's hip hop music thumped through the speakers of the makeshift dj station the engineers had pieced together for the party they'd decided to throw together. They were finally free from any immediate threats of attack from either the Genii or the Wraith and Elizabeth had signed off on their little soiree, recognizing everyone's need to blow off a little steam. He didn't think any of the senior staff had expected a flashback to their youth, complete with '90's grunge and hip hop music and immature behavior. He planned to complain to Elizabeth about it when she finally made her appearance.
Rodney made his way over to where John was talking to Ronon. The Satedan looked confused, not that that was anything new - seemed everything from Earth culture confused the large alien. Rodney rolled his eyes again. He was just about to interrupt when he noticed John's eyes glaze over and his jaw go slightly slack; turning to follow John's gaze he saw that Elizabeth had entered the room.
She'd somehow managed to scare up a pair of jeans that fit her snugly and had paired them with the blue button down shirt that even Rodney had noticed was just a smidgen too tight in all the right places. She'd taken the trouble to do her makeup a little darker than usual, making her green eyes pop.
Rodney followed her gaze back to John and shrugged at the smirk she was giving him. Maybe he'd just wait til later to talk to her about the engineering team's inappropriate behavior -
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ronon took one look at the look on John's face and stifled a laugh. The man was so sprung on Dr. Weir it was ridiculous. Maybe the odd music and the youthful energy of the room would finally loosen Sheppard up enough that he'd do something about it. Not even bothering to excuse himself, he headed over to where Teyla was laughing with Kate and left Sheppard to it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John groaned as Elizabeth made her way over to him. He'd barely kept it together the last time she'd worn that shirt - paired with *those* jeans and *that* makeup, with "Poison" pumping through the speakers, well it just might kill him. The music flashed him back to being a kid, all awkward and shy with the girls. The last thing he needed right now.
"It's just Elizabeth" he kept repeating over and over in his head, knowing full well she had stopped being *just* Elizabeth about three days into this expedition. And it was almost like she knew, what with the way she sauntered over to him with just the right amount of sway to her hips. "Poison" was absolutely right when it came to Elizabeth Weir.
"We need to get outta here - " he cut her off before she could even say hello and turned her around, leading her back toward her office. She raised an eyebrow at him but followed willingly. She'd wondered how much longer it was going to be before he did this. Frankly, she was getting tired of waiting, hence the extra effort on her wardrobe and makeup tonight.
They made their way out onto the balcony, John's eyes on fire as he pulled Elizabeth to him, all but slamming his lips to hers. She kissed him back just as urgently, their tongues tangling around one another.
They finally broke apart as the need to breathe took over, both breathing heavily, their faces flushed with passion. Elizabeth fumbled with John's belt as John popped the buttons of her shirt open one by one impatiently. He needed to feel her skin, to feel her body respond under his touch. He knew the balcony wasn't the ideal place for their first time together but he didn't think he'd make it all the way to either of their quarters. Besides, everyone else was busy at the party -
She moaned throatily as her hand made contact with his cock just as his hand grazed over her naked breast, her nipple hardening painfully in response. She began to work him slowly with her hand as he flicked his finger over her nipple, eliciting a growl of frustration from her. She angled her hips into him as she leaned in for another kiss, wordlessly encouraging him to move his hands lower to where she was throbbing with the need for his touch.
He chuckled as he unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them slowly over her hips, making room for his fingers to slide over her. His chuckle became a moan as he felt how hot and wet she already was. She continued to stroke his erection as their kiss deepened.
He stopped her just before he lost all control, pushing her jeans to the floor and pulling one leg up to his waist. He pushed himself into her, backing her against the wall as he pumped frantically into, reveling in how hot and tight she felt around him.
She wrapped her arms around him, pumping her hips into him, desperate for release. She buried her face into the curve of his neck, biting him as her orgasm broke over her in waves.
John cried out as the tightening of her muscles pushed him over the edge and he came hard.
She clung to him until the spasms finally slowed to a stop, both of them breathing hard. She slowly lowered her leg as he pulled away from her slightly. He moved his hands to her hair, drawing her face to his for a tender kiss.
This girl is definitely poison...there were worse ways to go.
Author: drewandian
Prompt #: Poison
Fandom: SGA
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Genre: crack fic, smut
Word count: 941
Disclamer: i don't own SGA nor do I make any money from these fics
Summary: gratuitous sparky smut
Rodney rolled his eyes as '90's hip hop music thumped through the speakers of the makeshift dj station the engineers had pieced together for the party they'd decided to throw together. They were finally free from any immediate threats of attack from either the Genii or the Wraith and Elizabeth had signed off on their little soiree, recognizing everyone's need to blow off a little steam. He didn't think any of the senior staff had expected a flashback to their youth, complete with '90's grunge and hip hop music and immature behavior. He planned to complain to Elizabeth about it when she finally made her appearance.
Rodney made his way over to where John was talking to Ronon. The Satedan looked confused, not that that was anything new - seemed everything from Earth culture confused the large alien. Rodney rolled his eyes again. He was just about to interrupt when he noticed John's eyes glaze over and his jaw go slightly slack; turning to follow John's gaze he saw that Elizabeth had entered the room.
She'd somehow managed to scare up a pair of jeans that fit her snugly and had paired them with the blue button down shirt that even Rodney had noticed was just a smidgen too tight in all the right places. She'd taken the trouble to do her makeup a little darker than usual, making her green eyes pop.
Rodney followed her gaze back to John and shrugged at the smirk she was giving him. Maybe he'd just wait til later to talk to her about the engineering team's inappropriate behavior -
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ronon took one look at the look on John's face and stifled a laugh. The man was so sprung on Dr. Weir it was ridiculous. Maybe the odd music and the youthful energy of the room would finally loosen Sheppard up enough that he'd do something about it. Not even bothering to excuse himself, he headed over to where Teyla was laughing with Kate and left Sheppard to it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
John groaned as Elizabeth made her way over to him. He'd barely kept it together the last time she'd worn that shirt - paired with *those* jeans and *that* makeup, with "Poison" pumping through the speakers, well it just might kill him. The music flashed him back to being a kid, all awkward and shy with the girls. The last thing he needed right now.
"It's just Elizabeth" he kept repeating over and over in his head, knowing full well she had stopped being *just* Elizabeth about three days into this expedition. And it was almost like she knew, what with the way she sauntered over to him with just the right amount of sway to her hips. "Poison" was absolutely right when it came to Elizabeth Weir.
"We need to get outta here - " he cut her off before she could even say hello and turned her around, leading her back toward her office. She raised an eyebrow at him but followed willingly. She'd wondered how much longer it was going to be before he did this. Frankly, she was getting tired of waiting, hence the extra effort on her wardrobe and makeup tonight.
They made their way out onto the balcony, John's eyes on fire as he pulled Elizabeth to him, all but slamming his lips to hers. She kissed him back just as urgently, their tongues tangling around one another.
They finally broke apart as the need to breathe took over, both breathing heavily, their faces flushed with passion. Elizabeth fumbled with John's belt as John popped the buttons of her shirt open one by one impatiently. He needed to feel her skin, to feel her body respond under his touch. He knew the balcony wasn't the ideal place for their first time together but he didn't think he'd make it all the way to either of their quarters. Besides, everyone else was busy at the party -
She moaned throatily as her hand made contact with his cock just as his hand grazed over her naked breast, her nipple hardening painfully in response. She began to work him slowly with her hand as he flicked his finger over her nipple, eliciting a growl of frustration from her. She angled her hips into him as she leaned in for another kiss, wordlessly encouraging him to move his hands lower to where she was throbbing with the need for his touch.
He chuckled as he unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them slowly over her hips, making room for his fingers to slide over her. His chuckle became a moan as he felt how hot and wet she already was. She continued to stroke his erection as their kiss deepened.
He stopped her just before he lost all control, pushing her jeans to the floor and pulling one leg up to his waist. He pushed himself into her, backing her against the wall as he pumped frantically into, reveling in how hot and tight she felt around him.
She wrapped her arms around him, pumping her hips into him, desperate for release. She buried her face into the curve of his neck, biting him as her orgasm broke over her in waves.
John cried out as the tightening of her muscles pushed him over the edge and he came hard.
She clung to him until the spasms finally slowed to a stop, both of them breathing hard. She slowly lowered her leg as he pulled away from her slightly. He moved his hands to her hair, drawing her face to his for a tender kiss.
This girl is definitely poison...there were worse ways to go.