Here ya go. Sparky-fic.
So, this is pretty much my first attempt at writing Sparky. Um, it's both sappy and geeky and there's implied sex which isn't at all graphic and Tolkien and my apparent favorite kink of hair-stroking is in there and it may not be all that good, but here it is anyway.
Also, I'm pretty sure there's no actual spoilers in this unless you've never seen a single episode of SGA ever.
Anyway, enjoy?
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"...you really speak it?"
"Um..." Elizabeth suddenly became fascinated by a bit of fluff on her comforter, allowing her to look away from John's enormous grin. His hand crept up her back, stroking along that spot on her spine that always made her melt.
"Elizabeth..."
She tried to glare at him, she really did, but it was nearly impossible given that his fingers were touching her there and his other hand was-oh. Oh. Elizabeth let out a long, needful, soft sigh and lifted her head, pausing for a moment to kiss him.
"Yes, I speak Quenya," she muttered against his lips. "It's a lot like Welsh."
John pulled back a bit to study her features, his hands continuing thier movements and Elizabeth groaned softly, reflecting that those rather talented fingers of his were the only thing keeping her from hitting him over the shit-eating grin on his face.
And Teyla had been coaching her. She could so hit him and make it hurt now.
"Dr. Elizabeth Weir," he murmured, placing a series of light kisses along her jawline, and eying her with open affection. Then he chuckled. "Tolkien fangirl."
Elizabeth glared at him. Then she groaned again as his hand moved lower and started doing really wonderful things to her nerve endings.
"Personally," John continued, "I think it's kind of hot, you embracing your inner-geek and all...”
"John?" she managed to gasp out, "Shut up and kiss me."
He grinned and complied and she decided that maybe she wouldn't need to hit him after all.
Things became a bit hazy and rather marvelous for a while after that. Elizabeth was pleased to discover once again that John’s fingers weren’t the only part of him that was really astonishingly talented. She was slightly breathless, a bit sweaty, and extremely contented when they released each other and shuffled over enough to curl up together.
His fingertips traced random patterns over her upper arm, tickling pleasantly, and causing her to let out a soft, pleased sound in the back of her throat. He chuckled, letting his other hand move to her hair, allowing the dark curls to tangle lightly around his fingers.
In the past few weeks, much to her bemusement, Elizabeth had noted John’s apparent fascination with touching her hair. When she questioned him about it in what she hoped was an off-handed fashion, he’d shrugged, mumbled something about liking the texture of it, and then asked if it bothered her.
His fingers had paused in their slow stroking, then, and a faint uncertainty colored his expression. Elizabeth smiled and leaned closer to him, closing her eyes. “Not at all.”
“Good.” His fingers once more resumed their gentle movements and Elizabeth debated just going ahead and purring.
She knew if she wasn’t purring right now, she was pretty damn close to it. John’s fingers moved to trace the outer shell of her ear, tracing some unknowable pattern down her cheek, before he leaned in to kiss her again, then watched her with a strangely tender intensity.
“Elizabeth?”
“Hmm?” She brushed her fingers through his hair, fondly noting that he needed to cut it again.
“Say something.” His lips brushed over hers again.
“In…Quenya?”
“Yeah.” He grinned.
“What should I say?”
He shrugged. “Anything?”
Elizabeth frowned for a moment, then brightened up and nuzzled his cheek. “Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo,” she said softly.
He blinked. “What does that mean?”
“It’s from the books.” A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “A star shines upon the hour of our meeting.”
“Huh. Pretty.”
Elizabeth laughed. “You’re thinking that I’m one of the biggest geeks you’ve ever met, aren’t you?”
John raised an eyebrow. “You seem to have forgotten my being friends with Rodney here…” She laughed again and he shifted to lean over her, kissing her deeply. “Say something else?” he whispered, brushing a kiss over her ear.
Elizabeth sighed and brushed her fingers through his hair again. “Melinyel,” she murmured, smiling at him.
John studied her features and smiled. “Melinyel,” he repeated softly. “Yeah. Me too.”
Also, I'm pretty sure there's no actual spoilers in this unless you've never seen a single episode of SGA ever.
Anyway, enjoy?
***
"...you really speak it?"
"Um..." Elizabeth suddenly became fascinated by a bit of fluff on her comforter, allowing her to look away from John's enormous grin. His hand crept up her back, stroking along that spot on her spine that always made her melt.
"Elizabeth..."
She tried to glare at him, she really did, but it was nearly impossible given that his fingers were touching her there and his other hand was-oh. Oh. Elizabeth let out a long, needful, soft sigh and lifted her head, pausing for a moment to kiss him.
"Yes, I speak Quenya," she muttered against his lips. "It's a lot like Welsh."
John pulled back a bit to study her features, his hands continuing thier movements and Elizabeth groaned softly, reflecting that those rather talented fingers of his were the only thing keeping her from hitting him over the shit-eating grin on his face.
And Teyla had been coaching her. She could so hit him and make it hurt now.
"Dr. Elizabeth Weir," he murmured, placing a series of light kisses along her jawline, and eying her with open affection. Then he chuckled. "Tolkien fangirl."
Elizabeth glared at him. Then she groaned again as his hand moved lower and started doing really wonderful things to her nerve endings.
"Personally," John continued, "I think it's kind of hot, you embracing your inner-geek and all...”
"John?" she managed to gasp out, "Shut up and kiss me."
He grinned and complied and she decided that maybe she wouldn't need to hit him after all.
Things became a bit hazy and rather marvelous for a while after that. Elizabeth was pleased to discover once again that John’s fingers weren’t the only part of him that was really astonishingly talented. She was slightly breathless, a bit sweaty, and extremely contented when they released each other and shuffled over enough to curl up together.
His fingertips traced random patterns over her upper arm, tickling pleasantly, and causing her to let out a soft, pleased sound in the back of her throat. He chuckled, letting his other hand move to her hair, allowing the dark curls to tangle lightly around his fingers.
In the past few weeks, much to her bemusement, Elizabeth had noted John’s apparent fascination with touching her hair. When she questioned him about it in what she hoped was an off-handed fashion, he’d shrugged, mumbled something about liking the texture of it, and then asked if it bothered her.
His fingers had paused in their slow stroking, then, and a faint uncertainty colored his expression. Elizabeth smiled and leaned closer to him, closing her eyes. “Not at all.”
“Good.” His fingers once more resumed their gentle movements and Elizabeth debated just going ahead and purring.
She knew if she wasn’t purring right now, she was pretty damn close to it. John’s fingers moved to trace the outer shell of her ear, tracing some unknowable pattern down her cheek, before he leaned in to kiss her again, then watched her with a strangely tender intensity.
“Elizabeth?”
“Hmm?” She brushed her fingers through his hair, fondly noting that he needed to cut it again.
“Say something.” His lips brushed over hers again.
“In…Quenya?”
“Yeah.” He grinned.
“What should I say?”
He shrugged. “Anything?”
Elizabeth frowned for a moment, then brightened up and nuzzled his cheek. “Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo,” she said softly.
He blinked. “What does that mean?”
“It’s from the books.” A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “A star shines upon the hour of our meeting.”
“Huh. Pretty.”
Elizabeth laughed. “You’re thinking that I’m one of the biggest geeks you’ve ever met, aren’t you?”
John raised an eyebrow. “You seem to have forgotten my being friends with Rodney here…” She laughed again and he shifted to lean over her, kissing her deeply. “Say something else?” he whispered, brushing a kiss over her ear.
Elizabeth sighed and brushed her fingers through his hair again. “Melinyel,” she murmured, smiling at him.
John studied her features and smiled. “Melinyel,” he repeated softly. “Yeah. Me too.”