Freestyle Medley 2/2
I'm a big fan of instant gratification, and since I hate waiting, I'm not going to make anyone else wait. So here's part 2 today!
Part 2
"No, Elizabeth."
Pouting, she twisted his pillow in her arms, settling into a more comfortable position as she watched him get ready. He was having boys' night out tonight, which left her and Teyla at home for a little much needed girl time.
"You know you're curious, too."
"It's his business, Elizabeth, and you know it."
"But he's our friend, and she's becoming one, too. They just need a little push, that's all."
John rolled his eyes, putting his razor down and turning to face her.
"He doesn't want a little push. You've heard him. He's sworn off women he works with."
"Just like you'd sworn off women you worked for?" she countered, raising an eyebrow.
"That's different," he argued, crossing their bedroom and sitting beside her prone form. Grinning she snaked an arm around the back of his neck and dragged his head down to hers.
"It most definitely is not. How would you feel right now if Teyla hadn't given me a shove in the right direction?"
"A lot less nagged," he teased, cupping her head and kissing her again. "But definitely more lonely."
Satisfied with his answer, she smiled into his mouth and rubbed her fingers against his cheek. John broke away, sighing against her lips.
"Okay, I'll talk to him. But if he says he's not interested, he's not interested, and neither are we. Agreed?"
She considered this, wondering if perhaps she was putting too much stock in Laura's romantic impressions. In the end, she nodded.
"Agreed."
"And no going to Michelle. You and Cadman aren't going to corner either of them."
"Course not."
John kissed her again. "I don't believe you."
Tugging him down onto her, she ran her tongue lightly up his cheek, laughing at his shudder. "It's okay, I don't believe me either."
"I'm gonna be late you know," he murmured, unconvincing in his desire to leave her embrace.
"Maybe so, but it'll be a good story to tell."
Despite having only planned for their night in to be her and Teyla, at 7:45 Rodney's girlfriend, Katie Brown, knocked, announcing when they let her in that since it was Elizabeth's husband that had stolen her significant other for the evening, it was Elizabeth's responsibility to entertain her for the night.
Laura showed up at 8:15 with snacks in hand and a surprised Michelle in tow.
"They dragged everyone along," Laura explained. "Carson's there to make sure Rodney doesn't drink himself silly, lightweight that he is. And Michelle's not going to sit at home alone when she could hang out with us."
Elizabeth laughed, beckoning them both inside.
"I'm pouring, what can I get you?"
Michelle and Laura both requested red wine, and when she spun on her heel, nodding in acquiescence, Elizabeth heard Laura stage whisper that she was the friend with the expensive taste, and not to worry about taking advantage of that. She heard Michelle laugh and promise to keep that in mind.
Two hours and three glasses of wine later, the five of them had settled in on the floor in the living room, watching chick flicks and scooping Laura's healthy snacks into their mouths by the handful. Both Katie and Michelle had been loaned comfortable pj pants out of Teyla's wardrobe, and everyone was comfortably helping themselves to Elizabeth's wine and liquor cabinet, or in Teyla's case, Elizabeth's own glass.
After a particularly sappy comment from the picture perfect man on their movie, Michelle and Katie groaned, throwing popcorn at the television. Elizabeth and Teyla both snickered as well. This was their favorite 'when pigs fly' romantic comedy, watched after nearly every breakup they'd had since the two of them met. Now that they were both in stable relationships, it was their favorite movie to watch whenever the guys ditched them for the evening.
"What?" Laura asked sarcastically. "Doesn't Rodney tell you daily how bright and beautiful his life is when he sees you?"
"Only when he wants to go to a convention to mock Samantha Carter and doesn't want me to get upset."
Elizabeth laughed. "John asked if I wanted to get 'hitched' when he proposed. He'd probably rip out his own tongue before saying something like that."
The girls giggled.
Teyla remained decidedly close-lipped on the subject, as did Laura, but that was probably because Carson was a big enough sap to say that. Michelle looked to be a combination of uncomfortable and bemused that she was the only single one in the room.
Katie dozed off in the middle of their third movie, but the rest of them remained wide awake. By the time it was completed, everyone was starting to look like they were going to drift off.
"It's barely even midnight, this is pathetic," Elizabeth teased.
Michelle threw a pillow her way. "We all can't stomach Jaeger Bombs the way you can, Elizabeth."
"I only had one!" she insisted.
Teyla giggled. "There is a reason we don't normally allow her to drink."
"Oh be quiet. Just because you tolerate alcohol like you're the size of a defensive lineman."
Everyone giggled, knowing that Elizabeth never would have said something like that before John.
"Your husband's rubbing off on you, Elizabeth."
"Not as much as I'd like," she quipped, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly.
Teyla groaned, pushing at her friend's shoulder.
"I think we all can agree to that sentiment," Michelle muttered.
Laura's smile turned decidedly predatory, and she turned her attentions to Michelle.
"That could be changed very quickly."
Michelle tried to pretend she had no idea what Cadman was talking about. "Not unless you've got a man hidden in your pocket, Laura."
"He's a little big to be in my pants, honey, though maybe he won't mind getting in yours."
Michelle shook her head, opening and closing her mouth. "He doesn't - As much as I'd - he really doesn't."
"He does," Elizabeth interrupted. "I know he does."
All eyes turned to her. Oops, she had sort of promised John she wouldn't do that, hadn't she?
"You know that he's interested? How?" Michelle wouldn't say his name, even though they all knew who she was talking about.
"I can tell. He's different with you than he is with the rest of us."
"We just work together. He's technically my superior. He's-"
"Nervous, Michelle. John told me Tony got burned pretty badly by the last woman he was with -"
"Nina Myers," Michelle muttered, taking another drink of wine in an attempt to disguise her contempt for the woman. Elizabeth and Laura shared a smirk.
"He just needs a reason to trust again."
"Or a good fu-"
"Laura!"
"What?!" She shrugged. "Sometimes you gotta just forget talking things out, grab him, hold him down, and make your point a better way."
Elizabeth shoved Laura's shoulder. "I'm just saying that she should probably handle Tony a little more delicately than holding him down and having her way with him."
"Well, you don't have to do it right then," Laura defended. "He'd probably be too stunned to make it enjoyable."
Everyone giggled, even Michelle, despite the rosy hue that had infused her cheeks.
"Do you think he could make you happy, Michelle? Even if you're only together for a short time?"
Michelle colored again. "Yeah, I think so."
Elizabeth nodded. "I think he'd say the same about you. Just keep that in mind, okay?"
After a moment, Michelle nodded, biting her lip and looking away.
"So what's next? I think it's time for something scary."
Grinning, Elizabeth accepted her subject change and ran with it. "We should just wait for Teyla to fall asleep. Her snoring is positively terrifying."
~ ! ~
Two months later it was her turn to host girls' night again. The first round of the playoffs was in LA, and despite the fact that neither of their preferred teams was participating, Tony and John were going to the game. As far as she knew, Rodney and Carson were coming along, but Teyla was pretty sure Ronon wouldn't be attending. Apparently baseball really wasn't his game.
Laura was, as always, bringing the snacks, and Katie had said she'd bring some of the drinks to replace what they'd demolished last time. Michelle had called, offering to bring the movies, and Elizabeth had agreed to that. She was glad to see that their last girls' night hadn't scared her off. Really, she hadn't meant to pry, or to put her on the spot, but it seemed that no matter how uncomfortable she'd been, Michelle was willing to come back.
"You're sure you don't mind not going?" John asked for what must have been the thousandth time that afternoon.
She rolled her eyes, looking up from Rodney's latest, greatest scheme at making the plant more efficient. "John, I like sports, but not that much. Tony's doing me a favor by going in my place."
She held out her hand to him, beckoning him close and lightly pecking him on the mouth. "I'm okay with not being together all the time, you know. It makes when we are together better."
He nodded in agreement. "Long as you're not going to be mad at me."
She shook her head. "Just don't get caught dancing with the team cheerleaders on camera, and I'll have no reason to be mad."
"Baseball doesn't have cheerleaders, honey."
Smirking, she nodded. "You know what I meant."
"Yeah I do."
"What time are you leaving?" she asked, already twisting a finger through his belt loop and tugging him toward the stairs.
"Uh, Tony said he'd be here about, 4:30?" he replied, his voice raising a little as her hand caressed his front on its way over to the banister.
"Good. Plenty of time."
"For what?"
Grinning wickedly, she turned the corner into their bedroom, already peeling her clothes off her body.
"You'll see."
John was still upstairs getting cleaned up - recovering, he swore in that plaintive, yet satisfied whine of his - when Tony stuck his head in the front door.
"You decent?"
Laughing at John's hollered no, Elizabeth nodded and called out for him to come on in. She did her best to cover her surprise when not only Tony, but Michelle as well, wandered into the kitchen. She couldn't be entirely sure, but she was almost positive that she'd seen their hands tangled together before they separated and went in opposite directions around the island.
"Hey, Elizabeth," Tony kissed her cheek gently before reaching past her and digging a bottle of water out of the fridge. "Am I going to have to shake him awake before the seventh inning again?"
"Maybe," she replied coyly. With a smirk she moved over to greet Michelle, who, as far as she knew, hadn't looked anywhere but at Tony. "What do you have for us tonight, Michelle?"
"Oh you know, the usual. Die Hard, Rambo, Rocky, Delta Force," Tony teased, passing Michelle the rest of his water bottle. The gesture was intimate enough to make Elizabeth's eyes widen.
"You don't even watch those movies, Tony," Michelle argued, rolling her eyes.
"Only because I've been distracted."
Michelle clucked her tongue. "That's right; your incredibly hard days sitting in training just wear you out at night."
Elizabeth watched as Tony coughed, and colored, turning his attention from Michelle's cheeky grin to the nearest thing he could find: the cookie jar on the table.
Silently, she left the two of them alone, even though she did turn back at the threshold to see that Tony had recovered enough to tug Michelle into an embrace. They were holding a silent conversation, which apparently was resolved by Michelle's lips.
She was still wearing her triumphant grin when John came downstairs.
"What?" he asked, running a hand through his hair and looking around.
Her arms wrapped around his waist, and she slid her hands into his back pockets.
"I win."
"You win what?"
Smirking, she kissed the corner of his mouth. "'Bout Tony and Michelle."
John sighed. "Of course. Should I get my tux out of storage? Or do you mind waiting for a spring wedding?"
Chuckling she shrugged. "I guess that we can leave up to them."
END.
Part 2
"No, Elizabeth."
Pouting, she twisted his pillow in her arms, settling into a more comfortable position as she watched him get ready. He was having boys' night out tonight, which left her and Teyla at home for a little much needed girl time.
"You know you're curious, too."
"It's his business, Elizabeth, and you know it."
"But he's our friend, and she's becoming one, too. They just need a little push, that's all."
John rolled his eyes, putting his razor down and turning to face her.
"He doesn't want a little push. You've heard him. He's sworn off women he works with."
"Just like you'd sworn off women you worked for?" she countered, raising an eyebrow.
"That's different," he argued, crossing their bedroom and sitting beside her prone form. Grinning she snaked an arm around the back of his neck and dragged his head down to hers.
"It most definitely is not. How would you feel right now if Teyla hadn't given me a shove in the right direction?"
"A lot less nagged," he teased, cupping her head and kissing her again. "But definitely more lonely."
Satisfied with his answer, she smiled into his mouth and rubbed her fingers against his cheek. John broke away, sighing against her lips.
"Okay, I'll talk to him. But if he says he's not interested, he's not interested, and neither are we. Agreed?"
She considered this, wondering if perhaps she was putting too much stock in Laura's romantic impressions. In the end, she nodded.
"Agreed."
"And no going to Michelle. You and Cadman aren't going to corner either of them."
"Course not."
John kissed her again. "I don't believe you."
Tugging him down onto her, she ran her tongue lightly up his cheek, laughing at his shudder. "It's okay, I don't believe me either."
"I'm gonna be late you know," he murmured, unconvincing in his desire to leave her embrace.
"Maybe so, but it'll be a good story to tell."
Despite having only planned for their night in to be her and Teyla, at 7:45 Rodney's girlfriend, Katie Brown, knocked, announcing when they let her in that since it was Elizabeth's husband that had stolen her significant other for the evening, it was Elizabeth's responsibility to entertain her for the night.
Laura showed up at 8:15 with snacks in hand and a surprised Michelle in tow.
"They dragged everyone along," Laura explained. "Carson's there to make sure Rodney doesn't drink himself silly, lightweight that he is. And Michelle's not going to sit at home alone when she could hang out with us."
Elizabeth laughed, beckoning them both inside.
"I'm pouring, what can I get you?"
Michelle and Laura both requested red wine, and when she spun on her heel, nodding in acquiescence, Elizabeth heard Laura stage whisper that she was the friend with the expensive taste, and not to worry about taking advantage of that. She heard Michelle laugh and promise to keep that in mind.
Two hours and three glasses of wine later, the five of them had settled in on the floor in the living room, watching chick flicks and scooping Laura's healthy snacks into their mouths by the handful. Both Katie and Michelle had been loaned comfortable pj pants out of Teyla's wardrobe, and everyone was comfortably helping themselves to Elizabeth's wine and liquor cabinet, or in Teyla's case, Elizabeth's own glass.
After a particularly sappy comment from the picture perfect man on their movie, Michelle and Katie groaned, throwing popcorn at the television. Elizabeth and Teyla both snickered as well. This was their favorite 'when pigs fly' romantic comedy, watched after nearly every breakup they'd had since the two of them met. Now that they were both in stable relationships, it was their favorite movie to watch whenever the guys ditched them for the evening.
"What?" Laura asked sarcastically. "Doesn't Rodney tell you daily how bright and beautiful his life is when he sees you?"
"Only when he wants to go to a convention to mock Samantha Carter and doesn't want me to get upset."
Elizabeth laughed. "John asked if I wanted to get 'hitched' when he proposed. He'd probably rip out his own tongue before saying something like that."
The girls giggled.
Teyla remained decidedly close-lipped on the subject, as did Laura, but that was probably because Carson was a big enough sap to say that. Michelle looked to be a combination of uncomfortable and bemused that she was the only single one in the room.
Katie dozed off in the middle of their third movie, but the rest of them remained wide awake. By the time it was completed, everyone was starting to look like they were going to drift off.
"It's barely even midnight, this is pathetic," Elizabeth teased.
Michelle threw a pillow her way. "We all can't stomach Jaeger Bombs the way you can, Elizabeth."
"I only had one!" she insisted.
Teyla giggled. "There is a reason we don't normally allow her to drink."
"Oh be quiet. Just because you tolerate alcohol like you're the size of a defensive lineman."
Everyone giggled, knowing that Elizabeth never would have said something like that before John.
"Your husband's rubbing off on you, Elizabeth."
"Not as much as I'd like," she quipped, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly.
Teyla groaned, pushing at her friend's shoulder.
"I think we all can agree to that sentiment," Michelle muttered.
Laura's smile turned decidedly predatory, and she turned her attentions to Michelle.
"That could be changed very quickly."
Michelle tried to pretend she had no idea what Cadman was talking about. "Not unless you've got a man hidden in your pocket, Laura."
"He's a little big to be in my pants, honey, though maybe he won't mind getting in yours."
Michelle shook her head, opening and closing her mouth. "He doesn't - As much as I'd - he really doesn't."
"He does," Elizabeth interrupted. "I know he does."
All eyes turned to her. Oops, she had sort of promised John she wouldn't do that, hadn't she?
"You know that he's interested? How?" Michelle wouldn't say his name, even though they all knew who she was talking about.
"I can tell. He's different with you than he is with the rest of us."
"We just work together. He's technically my superior. He's-"
"Nervous, Michelle. John told me Tony got burned pretty badly by the last woman he was with -"
"Nina Myers," Michelle muttered, taking another drink of wine in an attempt to disguise her contempt for the woman. Elizabeth and Laura shared a smirk.
"He just needs a reason to trust again."
"Or a good fu-"
"Laura!"
"What?!" She shrugged. "Sometimes you gotta just forget talking things out, grab him, hold him down, and make your point a better way."
Elizabeth shoved Laura's shoulder. "I'm just saying that she should probably handle Tony a little more delicately than holding him down and having her way with him."
"Well, you don't have to do it right then," Laura defended. "He'd probably be too stunned to make it enjoyable."
Everyone giggled, even Michelle, despite the rosy hue that had infused her cheeks.
"Do you think he could make you happy, Michelle? Even if you're only together for a short time?"
Michelle colored again. "Yeah, I think so."
Elizabeth nodded. "I think he'd say the same about you. Just keep that in mind, okay?"
After a moment, Michelle nodded, biting her lip and looking away.
"So what's next? I think it's time for something scary."
Grinning, Elizabeth accepted her subject change and ran with it. "We should just wait for Teyla to fall asleep. Her snoring is positively terrifying."
~ ! ~
Two months later it was her turn to host girls' night again. The first round of the playoffs was in LA, and despite the fact that neither of their preferred teams was participating, Tony and John were going to the game. As far as she knew, Rodney and Carson were coming along, but Teyla was pretty sure Ronon wouldn't be attending. Apparently baseball really wasn't his game.
Laura was, as always, bringing the snacks, and Katie had said she'd bring some of the drinks to replace what they'd demolished last time. Michelle had called, offering to bring the movies, and Elizabeth had agreed to that. She was glad to see that their last girls' night hadn't scared her off. Really, she hadn't meant to pry, or to put her on the spot, but it seemed that no matter how uncomfortable she'd been, Michelle was willing to come back.
"You're sure you don't mind not going?" John asked for what must have been the thousandth time that afternoon.
She rolled her eyes, looking up from Rodney's latest, greatest scheme at making the plant more efficient. "John, I like sports, but not that much. Tony's doing me a favor by going in my place."
She held out her hand to him, beckoning him close and lightly pecking him on the mouth. "I'm okay with not being together all the time, you know. It makes when we are together better."
He nodded in agreement. "Long as you're not going to be mad at me."
She shook her head. "Just don't get caught dancing with the team cheerleaders on camera, and I'll have no reason to be mad."
"Baseball doesn't have cheerleaders, honey."
Smirking, she nodded. "You know what I meant."
"Yeah I do."
"What time are you leaving?" she asked, already twisting a finger through his belt loop and tugging him toward the stairs.
"Uh, Tony said he'd be here about, 4:30?" he replied, his voice raising a little as her hand caressed his front on its way over to the banister.
"Good. Plenty of time."
"For what?"
Grinning wickedly, she turned the corner into their bedroom, already peeling her clothes off her body.
"You'll see."
John was still upstairs getting cleaned up - recovering, he swore in that plaintive, yet satisfied whine of his - when Tony stuck his head in the front door.
"You decent?"
Laughing at John's hollered no, Elizabeth nodded and called out for him to come on in. She did her best to cover her surprise when not only Tony, but Michelle as well, wandered into the kitchen. She couldn't be entirely sure, but she was almost positive that she'd seen their hands tangled together before they separated and went in opposite directions around the island.
"Hey, Elizabeth," Tony kissed her cheek gently before reaching past her and digging a bottle of water out of the fridge. "Am I going to have to shake him awake before the seventh inning again?"
"Maybe," she replied coyly. With a smirk she moved over to greet Michelle, who, as far as she knew, hadn't looked anywhere but at Tony. "What do you have for us tonight, Michelle?"
"Oh you know, the usual. Die Hard, Rambo, Rocky, Delta Force," Tony teased, passing Michelle the rest of his water bottle. The gesture was intimate enough to make Elizabeth's eyes widen.
"You don't even watch those movies, Tony," Michelle argued, rolling her eyes.
"Only because I've been distracted."
Michelle clucked her tongue. "That's right; your incredibly hard days sitting in training just wear you out at night."
Elizabeth watched as Tony coughed, and colored, turning his attention from Michelle's cheeky grin to the nearest thing he could find: the cookie jar on the table.
Silently, she left the two of them alone, even though she did turn back at the threshold to see that Tony had recovered enough to tug Michelle into an embrace. They were holding a silent conversation, which apparently was resolved by Michelle's lips.
She was still wearing her triumphant grin when John came downstairs.
"What?" he asked, running a hand through his hair and looking around.
Her arms wrapped around his waist, and she slid her hands into his back pockets.
"I win."
"You win what?"
Smirking, she kissed the corner of his mouth. "'Bout Tony and Michelle."
John sighed. "Of course. Should I get my tux out of storage? Or do you mind waiting for a spring wedding?"
Chuckling she shrugged. "I guess that we can leave up to them."
END.