Pardon the lame title...
Title: Hot like fire (go listen to the song while you're finding this a lame title).
Summary: "So you're saying I can't be up to work but I can be up for sex?"
Category: Fluff, Porn
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1.200
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
A/N: First of all, yes, I'm still alive! Just don't use LJ much often for fandom proposes. Or anything else, really. For leanstein because she is my porn bff and is her birthday and she deserves porn. Even if not good, she deserves Elizabeth Weir naked. True story. Thank you for being part of my life bb, I know I sometimes disappoint you and I wish I could do something about it. I'm sorry.
Mikki was amazing for making it more John and Lizzie and correcting my stupid, stupid mistakes. Thank you so much, love. I can't wait to hug you from behind irl ;)
Hot like fire,
Take you higher, you can resist
Kiss, kiss and kiss
And kiss and kiss and kiss
Hot like Fire
She sighed.
It was 1am and Elizabeth was utterly and completely bored.
She would love to go through some reports that were sitting on her desk, left to be revised tomorrow, but John's arm was draped over her stomach. If she tried to move, he would wake up and not let her leave for her office or get her laptop. He would try to persuade her to stay in bed, which would just end up with her bored and irritated (with him spooning behind her, of course) or with them both naked and panting.
Well, the later wasn't actually a bad idea.
Not a bad idea at all, if she was honest with herself.
If he wouldn't let her work, he might as well entertain her. But he had just returned from an off world mission and she would rather leave him resting than let him exhaust himself. Plus, he had to be up at 8am to a briefing so they could-
"Sleep", John cut into her line of thought, mumbling against his pillow.
"You know that telling me to sleep won't make me sleep, right?"
"Want me to sing you to sleep?" he cracked one sleepy eye open just to see her amused chuckle.
"God, no. I don't want to have nightmares."
"Hey, that's not funny."
She raised one eyebrow.
"Come on 'Lizabeth, my voice is not that bad..." was he really pouting?
She smiled as she propped herself on her elbow to give him a peck on the lips.
"Okay, your voice is... What's the word..." she furred both her eyebrows to pretend she was thinking. "Dreamy! There. Is that better?"
"Much, thank you." He kissed her cheek as she lay back down on the bed, "You should be asleep. Aren't you tired?"
"Tiredness is not the problem, John. I'm very tired but I can't sleep."
"Well clearly you're not tired enough or you'd be fast asleep by now, probably dreaming of... I don't know... me. Just a guess.” he said nonchalantly.
"Well, if that's the case then," she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips causing his mischievous grin to appear, "let me go get some papers from my office so I can exhaust myself".
He lay back in bed and let out a frustrated sigh, "Elizabeeeth!" Was he really whining? , "I'm trying to seduce you here!" Yup, definitely whining.
She kissed his lips softly. "That's cute John, but you just got back from off world and you need to rest".
"Heh," he gave her a half shrug. "Who needs sleep when we can have sex?" He tried to kiss her but she moved just out of his reach and raised both eyebrows.
"So you're saying I can't be up to work but I can be up for sex?"
"That's not..." he trailed off before correcting himself. "No, that's pretty much right."
She stared as his face for a few seconds, damn her negotiation skills and damn good poker face, he thought as he tried to read her.
"Well, if that's the case...” she pulled him in for a deep kiss this time.
He smiled as she kissed him. He kissed her back just as enthusiastically, and moved on top of her, propping himself with both elbows by her sides.
"Good choice," he said when the kiss ended, moving to kiss her neck. She smiled as he did so.
Sometimes insomnia wasn't such a bad thing after all. Especially when his hands were sliding under her tank top like that, or when his thumbs were caressing her sensitive skin the way they were just doing so. Or when he kissed her like that, really.
Teeth and tongue and… hot. God, it felt so hot.
Sometimes she even forgot how to breathe. But it was okay.
She could breathe when his lips moved elsewhere, like her nipples after he removed her top. When did that happen? She didn’t even remember moving to give him enough room remove the piece. Oh fingers, just… right there. Pressing and rubbing… just. Right. There.
She moaned. She should probably take off her pants to make the job easier. Not that he was complaining though, oh no complaints from him. And she should probably use fingers as well. Damn, his back felt so good under her fingertips. Sliding her fingers down his back she decided the boxers needed to go. Seriously. Off with those now.
“John, “ she half moaned, half sighed, as he kissed his way up to her neck again. She will definitely have hickeys tomorrow. He just hummed against her skin, “Get these damn things off,” she begged as she tried her best to push the fabric down his legs, a hard task with him doing those naughty things with his tongue on the skin of her neck.
“Hmhmm," he agreed, or she thought he agreed as he moved parting his body from hers. For all of 10 seconds, that felt like an eternity for her as the cold night hit her naked upper body. And there went her pants too. Smart, she thought. Then his lips were back to her skin again, breasts and down, and really down. His tongue felt hot between her legs and she forgot all about the chilly night.
Well, fuck, she thought, of he didn't stop it soon she would indeed be too exhausted for anything else.
“John,“ she called him. Nothing. He just kept going with his tongue. And for a second (or maybe a minute) she just let him. But it wouldn't be fair to him. She stopped him pushing his hair until he looked at her, “if you keep going it won’t be all that fun for you”, she smirked.
She was too nice, she thought as he moved up and kissed her lips. But there were his fingers again. She sighed against his lips and moved her hands between them, making him gasp, effectively making him remove his fingers so she could guide him into her.
John moved slowly, if she had a suspicion he was trying to drive her insane before, she was sure about it now. It was a delicious torture; she wrapped her legs around him, making him go deeper. He picked up her hint, as he started to move faster and faster, and oh, deeper and his hand was on her breast again and his lips on hers. The kisses were sloppy but she really couldn’t focus on it and she imagined neither could he.
And suddenly everything was sparking and blurry and her lips were parted and there was a sound coming out of her mouth too. He bit her lower lip and plunged his tongue inside her mouth as he moved faster and there was as a sound coming from his lips as well then.
And it felt wonderful.
Yeah, insomnia really wasn’t always a bad thing at all.