Stargate: Atlantis. Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard. 96. Writer's Choice
Title: A Better Ship
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir
Prompt: 96. Writer's Choice
Word Count: 1,067
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "You don’t care about the loss of a potentially invaluable asset -- you just regret that we can’t have sex in the captain’s chair again."
Author's Notes: Sequel to Privileges of Rank. Takes place after the episode "No Man's Land." Thanks to spacefiend and truthlostmsr for the read-through and encouragement! And yeah, I really couldn't resist the reference to Pirates of the Caribbean.
My LDT.
“You’re pouting.”
“I’m not pouting.” John’s denial was automatic.
They were laying in his bed, relaxed and comfortably unencumbered by clothing. Elizabeth chuckled, idly trailing her fingers along his bare chest. “Then what were you thinking about?”
John licked his lips. “Thinking isn’t the same thing as pouting.”
Stifling the urge to roll her eyes, she poked him gently in the ribs. “So you were thinking about the Orion.”
She thought for a moment that he’d continue to deny it. He eventually gave in with a reluctant grimace. “I just can’t believe Lorne got it blown up!”
“It wasn’t entirely the Major’s fault,” she pointed out reasonably. “After all, there were a couple of hive ships involved.”
“Damn Wraith,” John muttered.
“Mm. They are annoying, aren’t they? Attacking planets, breaking alliances, stealing away my best people…” She raised her head, meeting his gaze seriously. “Have I mentioned how glad I am that you’re alive?”
“I think you expressed it pretty well earlier.” His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. “But I don’t mind if you tell me again.”
Their mouths met in a long, searing kiss. When they broke apart, she was stretched out on his chest, one of her legs between his. She kissed her way up his jaw and nibbled on his earlobe, drawing a groan from him.
“So why are you so upset about the Orion?” she asked, pressing her lips to his neck.
He ran a hand up her spine. “Well, I named it…”
Elizabeth made a small sound of agreement in her throat. Her tongue flicked out to caress his skin, making his breath catch.
“Plus…” His hand slid lower, tracing patterns on the small of her back. “You and I did christen it.”
She pulled back to look at him, smiling in disbelief. “So that’s it.” She put one hand on either side of his face and pushed up. “You don’t care about the loss of a potentially invaluable asset - you just regret that we can’t have sex in the captain’s chair again,” she teased, smirking down at him.
He licked his lips. His eyes wandered down her body, taking in what skin was visible under the sheet. “You’re the one who wanted to keep it for special occasions,” he pointed out. His hands lay restlessly on her hips, tracing circles on her skin. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
That earned him a kiss, a lingering, hot, lips and tongue and mouth thing that made her weak. His hands cupped her ass, eliciting a moan, which he devoured. He tried to pull her down against him, but instead she broke the kiss and sat up, straddling his thighs. The sheet slipped off to pool on the bed behind her.
“I guess we’ll just have to get another ship.” She raked her fingers down his chest and captured his nipples between her fingers. She tweaked them, watching him squirm.
“A better ship,” he added. He was trying to keep his eyes on her face, but they kept traveling lower. She raised one hand to cup her own breast, thumbing an already hardened nipple. She did the same with the other one, putting on a show for him. Her eyes never left his face.
He swallowed hard and surged upwards suddenly, bringing his mouth to her breast, kissing and sucking roughly. He pulled the nub into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue, sending mini shockwaves through her. He moved to the other side, giving it the same treatment, leaving her breathless and aching with want.
“A better ship,” she agreed distractedly, pushing him down onto the bed. She kissed him urgently, this time not resisting when he tugged her down to him. His erection pressed against her lower stomach.
She was feeling wicked, so she chuckled and asked, “What kind of ship do you want?” She moved up to rub his length against the ache between her legs.
His hips twitched and he swallowed convulsively. His grip on her waist was almost painful. “Anything but a hive ship,” he replied, his voice low and uneven.
She halted her movements, her head tilted questioningly. “Why not a hive ship?” she asked, honestly curious.
The brief respite from her ministrations let John collect himself enough to grin up at her. “No chairs.”
She laughed throatily and kissed him, sliding against his length again in the process. “Not that we really need chairs.”
“Walls work,” he agreed. He pressed on her hips with his hands, guiding her now.
“Desks, too. And dressers, and - beds -” Her voice failed her as she sank down onto him. God, but she loved this moment. The feel of him inside her drove her crazy. And that look on his face… She could stay this way forever.
He had other ideas.
One of his hands sneaked down to brush a thumb against her clit. Pleasure lanced through her, jerking her hips into movement. She ground down against him and he pressed back with hand and hips, helping her along as she rode him. His eyes drank her in, a constant, intense stare that would have been frightening anywhere else but here and now was fucking hot. His mouth fell open, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips, and she came hard, fingers grasping his arm spasmodically.
Her climax pushed him over the edge. He groaned, hips thrusting against hers convulsively as he spent himself. She rode him through it, the continued friction a pleasurable torment.
When his shudders ceased, she slid off of him, immediately missing him inside of her. They shifted together so that her head rested on his chest and one of his arms was loosely wrapped around her waist. They laid there unmoving for long enough that Elizabeth suspected that he had fallen asleep.
She was dozing off, herself, when he surprised her by murmuring, “So when do I get my new ship?”
Elizabeth laughed soundlessly, pressing her cheek to his chest. “As soon as you find one.” She patted his stomach. “Be sure to find one with a chair, though. I do like ‘em.”
John grunted his agreement. “I’m not lending the next one to Lorne, either,” he added.
She smirked sleepily. “Good idea.” She sighed, nestling closer. “Good night,” she murmured, already fading. She felt him kiss the top of her head, and she smiled her way into sleep.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir
Prompt: 96. Writer's Choice
Word Count: 1,067
Rating: NC-17
Summary: "You don’t care about the loss of a potentially invaluable asset -- you just regret that we can’t have sex in the captain’s chair again."
Author's Notes: Sequel to Privileges of Rank. Takes place after the episode "No Man's Land." Thanks to spacefiend and truthlostmsr for the read-through and encouragement! And yeah, I really couldn't resist the reference to Pirates of the Caribbean.
My LDT.
“You’re pouting.”
“I’m not pouting.” John’s denial was automatic.
They were laying in his bed, relaxed and comfortably unencumbered by clothing. Elizabeth chuckled, idly trailing her fingers along his bare chest. “Then what were you thinking about?”
John licked his lips. “Thinking isn’t the same thing as pouting.”
Stifling the urge to roll her eyes, she poked him gently in the ribs. “So you were thinking about the Orion.”
She thought for a moment that he’d continue to deny it. He eventually gave in with a reluctant grimace. “I just can’t believe Lorne got it blown up!”
“It wasn’t entirely the Major’s fault,” she pointed out reasonably. “After all, there were a couple of hive ships involved.”
“Damn Wraith,” John muttered.
“Mm. They are annoying, aren’t they? Attacking planets, breaking alliances, stealing away my best people…” She raised her head, meeting his gaze seriously. “Have I mentioned how glad I am that you’re alive?”
“I think you expressed it pretty well earlier.” His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. “But I don’t mind if you tell me again.”
Their mouths met in a long, searing kiss. When they broke apart, she was stretched out on his chest, one of her legs between his. She kissed her way up his jaw and nibbled on his earlobe, drawing a groan from him.
“So why are you so upset about the Orion?” she asked, pressing her lips to his neck.
He ran a hand up her spine. “Well, I named it…”
Elizabeth made a small sound of agreement in her throat. Her tongue flicked out to caress his skin, making his breath catch.
“Plus…” His hand slid lower, tracing patterns on the small of her back. “You and I did christen it.”
She pulled back to look at him, smiling in disbelief. “So that’s it.” She put one hand on either side of his face and pushed up. “You don’t care about the loss of a potentially invaluable asset - you just regret that we can’t have sex in the captain’s chair again,” she teased, smirking down at him.
He licked his lips. His eyes wandered down her body, taking in what skin was visible under the sheet. “You’re the one who wanted to keep it for special occasions,” he pointed out. His hands lay restlessly on her hips, tracing circles on her skin. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
That earned him a kiss, a lingering, hot, lips and tongue and mouth thing that made her weak. His hands cupped her ass, eliciting a moan, which he devoured. He tried to pull her down against him, but instead she broke the kiss and sat up, straddling his thighs. The sheet slipped off to pool on the bed behind her.
“I guess we’ll just have to get another ship.” She raked her fingers down his chest and captured his nipples between her fingers. She tweaked them, watching him squirm.
“A better ship,” he added. He was trying to keep his eyes on her face, but they kept traveling lower. She raised one hand to cup her own breast, thumbing an already hardened nipple. She did the same with the other one, putting on a show for him. Her eyes never left his face.
He swallowed hard and surged upwards suddenly, bringing his mouth to her breast, kissing and sucking roughly. He pulled the nub into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue, sending mini shockwaves through her. He moved to the other side, giving it the same treatment, leaving her breathless and aching with want.
“A better ship,” she agreed distractedly, pushing him down onto the bed. She kissed him urgently, this time not resisting when he tugged her down to him. His erection pressed against her lower stomach.
She was feeling wicked, so she chuckled and asked, “What kind of ship do you want?” She moved up to rub his length against the ache between her legs.
His hips twitched and he swallowed convulsively. His grip on her waist was almost painful. “Anything but a hive ship,” he replied, his voice low and uneven.
She halted her movements, her head tilted questioningly. “Why not a hive ship?” she asked, honestly curious.
The brief respite from her ministrations let John collect himself enough to grin up at her. “No chairs.”
She laughed throatily and kissed him, sliding against his length again in the process. “Not that we really need chairs.”
“Walls work,” he agreed. He pressed on her hips with his hands, guiding her now.
“Desks, too. And dressers, and - beds -” Her voice failed her as she sank down onto him. God, but she loved this moment. The feel of him inside her drove her crazy. And that look on his face… She could stay this way forever.
He had other ideas.
One of his hands sneaked down to brush a thumb against her clit. Pleasure lanced through her, jerking her hips into movement. She ground down against him and he pressed back with hand and hips, helping her along as she rode him. His eyes drank her in, a constant, intense stare that would have been frightening anywhere else but here and now was fucking hot. His mouth fell open, his tongue darting out to lick his dry lips, and she came hard, fingers grasping his arm spasmodically.
Her climax pushed him over the edge. He groaned, hips thrusting against hers convulsively as he spent himself. She rode him through it, the continued friction a pleasurable torment.
When his shudders ceased, she slid off of him, immediately missing him inside of her. They shifted together so that her head rested on his chest and one of his arms was loosely wrapped around her waist. They laid there unmoving for long enough that Elizabeth suspected that he had fallen asleep.
She was dozing off, herself, when he surprised her by murmuring, “So when do I get my new ship?”
Elizabeth laughed soundlessly, pressing her cheek to his chest. “As soon as you find one.” She patted his stomach. “Be sure to find one with a chair, though. I do like ‘em.”
John grunted his agreement. “I’m not lending the next one to Lorne, either,” he added.
She smirked sleepily. “Good idea.” She sighed, nestling closer. “Good night,” she murmured, already fading. She felt him kiss the top of her head, and she smiled her way into sleep.