Stargate Atlantis Fanfiction - Gravity - Part Two: "A Gift"
Gravity:Part One: Curls
Gravity
~A Gift~
“Here you are,” John said as he stepped out onto the balcony.
“Here I am,” Elizabeth replied, a smile in her voice. She stood leaning against a support beam, looking out across the surrounding ocean. A light breeze played with her curls and for the first time in a long time, she seemed at peace for the moment.
John took the chance to admire the way the warm evening light haloed Elizabeth where she stood and just how beautiful she really was.
“Did you need something, Colonel?” Elizabeth asked when John had been silent for some time.
John made his way over to where she stood and gave her a lopsided smile.
“You’re looking like the proverbial cat,” Elizabeth observed as she looked over to her military leader. “So, where’s the canary, Colonel?” Elizabeth said conversationally, her own small smile a quiet response to his. “What are you up to?”
“I have to be ‘up’ to something? I can’t just be pleased about a successful mission and some potentially valuable allies?” John asked, his lopsided grin confirming Elizabeth’s suspicions despite his words.
She raised an eyebrow in his direction which only prompted the military leader to grin mischievously. Elizabeth gave a small fond sigh before shifting to lean lightly on the railing before her.
“I’m pleased that you and your team were so successful.”
“And Carson’s pleased that I didn’t have to spend any time in his infirmary,” John replied, his customary grin bright on his face.
“There is that,” the Atlantean leader replied, holding back a smile. “And the Talosians appear to be a reasonable and well-meaning people.”
John nodded quietly. He glanced over to Elizabeth, watching her, glad to see her so relaxed and peaceful. In his opinion, it had been too long since he had seen her like that, and he loved the way she looked when she could take the chance to have a moment to breath, out on what he had begun to think of as ‘their balcony.’
For a moment more, John watched as the soft evening breeze danced through Elizabeth’s hair, smiling as she reached up to brush back a few stray curls.
The diplomat caught her military leader watching her and she raised her eyebrow, giving him a look as she stood up straight to face him. John tried his best to return her expression with an innocent one of his own, but couldn’t quite keep the smile from his face.
“Colonel…”
Finally, he relented. “I got you something,” he admitted with a pleased smile.
“Got me something?”
A few stray curls slipped loose from behind Elizabeth’s ear and John reached over to tenderly brush them back. “For your hair,” he murmured.
John reached into his vest pocket and showed the Atlantean leader the elegantly carved hair slide.
“It’s lovely,” Elizabeth said quietly as she took it from his hand.
John reached over and brushed back her hair back with a charming grin. Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile in return. She deftly placed the ornament in her dark hair to hold back the soft curls.
But instead of removing his hands, John suddenly gave Elizabeth a look that was part mischief, part desire, and pulled her gently forward.
“John?”
He kissed her then, a soft brush of warmth. For a moment, Elizabeth froze, then with a soft moan, she deepened the kiss, leaning into John. When they finally parted, somewhat breathlessly, he murmured, “Have a told you how much I like your hair longer?”
Elizabeth laughed lightly and pulled him back for another kiss…
Gravity
~A Gift~
“Here you are,” John said as he stepped out onto the balcony.
“Here I am,” Elizabeth replied, a smile in her voice. She stood leaning against a support beam, looking out across the surrounding ocean. A light breeze played with her curls and for the first time in a long time, she seemed at peace for the moment.
John took the chance to admire the way the warm evening light haloed Elizabeth where she stood and just how beautiful she really was.
“Did you need something, Colonel?” Elizabeth asked when John had been silent for some time.
John made his way over to where she stood and gave her a lopsided smile.
“You’re looking like the proverbial cat,” Elizabeth observed as she looked over to her military leader. “So, where’s the canary, Colonel?” Elizabeth said conversationally, her own small smile a quiet response to his. “What are you up to?”
“I have to be ‘up’ to something? I can’t just be pleased about a successful mission and some potentially valuable allies?” John asked, his lopsided grin confirming Elizabeth’s suspicions despite his words.
She raised an eyebrow in his direction which only prompted the military leader to grin mischievously. Elizabeth gave a small fond sigh before shifting to lean lightly on the railing before her.
“I’m pleased that you and your team were so successful.”
“And Carson’s pleased that I didn’t have to spend any time in his infirmary,” John replied, his customary grin bright on his face.
“There is that,” the Atlantean leader replied, holding back a smile. “And the Talosians appear to be a reasonable and well-meaning people.”
John nodded quietly. He glanced over to Elizabeth, watching her, glad to see her so relaxed and peaceful. In his opinion, it had been too long since he had seen her like that, and he loved the way she looked when she could take the chance to have a moment to breath, out on what he had begun to think of as ‘their balcony.’
For a moment more, John watched as the soft evening breeze danced through Elizabeth’s hair, smiling as she reached up to brush back a few stray curls.
The diplomat caught her military leader watching her and she raised her eyebrow, giving him a look as she stood up straight to face him. John tried his best to return her expression with an innocent one of his own, but couldn’t quite keep the smile from his face.
“Colonel…”
Finally, he relented. “I got you something,” he admitted with a pleased smile.
“Got me something?”
A few stray curls slipped loose from behind Elizabeth’s ear and John reached over to tenderly brush them back. “For your hair,” he murmured.
John reached into his vest pocket and showed the Atlantean leader the elegantly carved hair slide.
“It’s lovely,” Elizabeth said quietly as she took it from his hand.
John reached over and brushed back her hair back with a charming grin. Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile in return. She deftly placed the ornament in her dark hair to hold back the soft curls.
But instead of removing his hands, John suddenly gave Elizabeth a look that was part mischief, part desire, and pulled her gently forward.
“John?”
He kissed her then, a soft brush of warmth. For a moment, Elizabeth froze, then with a soft moan, she deepened the kiss, leaning into John. When they finally parted, somewhat breathlessly, he murmured, “Have a told you how much I like your hair longer?”
Elizabeth laughed lightly and pulled him back for another kiss…