Birthday!fic
This one was covered in dust on the hard drive, but I'm fairly sure it was inspired by something miera_c said. Plus, it's season one Sparky. Win-win, yos.
Happy birthday miera_c! Hope you have a lovely day.
Elizabeth laughs and lobs a piece of popcorn across the couch, though her eyes never leave the screen. "Shut up."
John picks up the discarded kernel and pops it into his mouth. "Shut up? The intergalactic diplomat is telling me to 'shut up'? You can't come up with anything more... diplomatic than that?"
She slides her gaze to him before sitting up straighter and folding her hands primly in her lap. She acknowledges him with a tilt of her head. "It would behoove you to cease your discussion of this topic, Major, as it is readily apparent that your favor with me is declining at a rate inversely proportional to the time you spend belaboring faulty logic."
He bites back a grin. "So you're saying that when I open my mouth you like me less?"
She shrugs. "You're interrupting my cinematic experience."
He laughs and slouches further into the cushions. "Right, then. Back to the movie. We wouldn't want to miss the part where..." he trails off. He'd turn his attention to the screen but he can't bring himself to look anywhere other than at her. "Which film is this again?"
Elizabeth rolls her eyes and snags a pillow, pulling it into her chest. "You dragged me out of my office to watch a movie and you're not actually letting me watch it."
"I dragged you out of your office to get you to stop working," John corrects, knowing full well she's seen the film a dozen times and doesn't care that he's distracting her. Even with the three flash drives full of movie files Lt. Howard snuck into his pack they've still managed to watch everything at least five times. "You don't necessarily have to watch the movie."
"Well then, I guess I can head out. I already know how this one ends." She stands and makes a move toward the door, but he grabs her wrist as she passes him and tugs, pulling her back to the couch. With her weight off balance, she tips and somehow lands squarely in his lap.
"Hey!" she cries in a decidedly un-Doctor Weir-like squeal.
He ignores her and wraps his arms securely around her waist. He didn't intend for them to wind up like this, but he's a smart enough man to take advantage of opportunities presented to him. "Don't think I don't know where you'd head if I let you out of my sight," he scolds.
"I'll be good," she promises, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "Straight to my quarters."
He raises an eyebrow.
"After I stop by my office really quickly," she admits.
"Wrong answer." He squeezes her tighter.
"Major, let me go."
"Or?"
She tries for authoritative. "Or I'll ground you."
He waggles his eyebrows. "Send me to my room?"
"No,” her expression narrows, “I won't let you fly."
He remains unconvinced. "Idle threat. I'm one of only four people that can pilot the jumpers."
She wriggles again and lowers her voice. "Someone could walk in and see us like this!"
"Then I'm sure someone would win the pool."
"Major!"
"Of course, whoever bet on Teyla and I would be sorely disappointed. Though, after I saw her with Lt. Ford in the mess last night, I'd say it's only a matter of time anyway."
"John,” she points out unnecessarily, “I'm on your lap."
"I'm aware of that, Elizabeth."
"Teyla and Ford?"
John nods.
"Okay," she promises, "I'll stay here. Just let me off your lap."
"I don't know. I'm kind of comfortable now. Might not be interested in adjusting our position."
"Even if I suggested you accompany me to my quarters?"
John's hands immediately relinquish their hold on her hips and Elizabeth slides off his lap. She scoots her way to the opposite end of the couch and folds her arms across her chest.
"Sucker," she gloats, turning her attention back to the movie.
"Oh no," John twist to face her, "no, no, no. You can't do that."
"Technically, I didn't promise anything. It was purely hypothetical."
"Uh uh."
"Actually, I believe the nonverbal you're looking for is 'uh huh.'"
"Nope," he says as he grabs a hold of her ankle and pulls her to a fully reclined position. "That's not what I'm looking for."
He crawls his way up her body as Elizabeth squirms beneath him. "John," she warns, her tone wavering as he can’t stop his fingers from brushing the skin exposed at her waist.
He watches her for a sign she doesn’t want this, but her mouth is just too tempting and before he knows it he’s kissing her.
Starving people at an unexpected feast would have shown more decorum. She breathes his name as her lips find his again and again. He clutches and grasps and licks. She moans - or maybe he moans - and…
It takes John a minute to realize she’s gone rigid. “Elizabeth?”
She pulls away and her eyes widen as she looks at him. “What did you just say?”
“I, uh…” He hadn’t meant to let that slip. Really, he hadn’t. God. He wishes the floor would open up and swallow him.
“John?”
He clears his throat. “I said, ‘Baby.’”
Elizabeth grins. “That’s what I thought you said.”
So it wasn’t the best thing to say, but, hey - “What’s so funny?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing, pumpkin.”
“Shut up.” He’s blushing now, he just knows it.
She tugs his ear when she finally gets her laughter is under control. “I’m sorry, John. I just - I never -”
He hrumphs. Maybe he’ll just be a baby.
She reaches up to cup his face. “Come on,” she says. “I’m sorry.” She leans in. “Where were we?”
He’d continue to be indignant but she’s nibbling his jaw and really, he’s only human. Instead he grabs her waist and presses his body back into hers. Besides. He has a plan.
His mouth reclaims hers and he smiles when she moans. By the end of the night she’s going to be calling him baby.
Happy birthday miera_c! Hope you have a lovely day.
Elizabeth laughs and lobs a piece of popcorn across the couch, though her eyes never leave the screen. "Shut up."
John picks up the discarded kernel and pops it into his mouth. "Shut up? The intergalactic diplomat is telling me to 'shut up'? You can't come up with anything more... diplomatic than that?"
She slides her gaze to him before sitting up straighter and folding her hands primly in her lap. She acknowledges him with a tilt of her head. "It would behoove you to cease your discussion of this topic, Major, as it is readily apparent that your favor with me is declining at a rate inversely proportional to the time you spend belaboring faulty logic."
He bites back a grin. "So you're saying that when I open my mouth you like me less?"
She shrugs. "You're interrupting my cinematic experience."
He laughs and slouches further into the cushions. "Right, then. Back to the movie. We wouldn't want to miss the part where..." he trails off. He'd turn his attention to the screen but he can't bring himself to look anywhere other than at her. "Which film is this again?"
Elizabeth rolls her eyes and snags a pillow, pulling it into her chest. "You dragged me out of my office to watch a movie and you're not actually letting me watch it."
"I dragged you out of your office to get you to stop working," John corrects, knowing full well she's seen the film a dozen times and doesn't care that he's distracting her. Even with the three flash drives full of movie files Lt. Howard snuck into his pack they've still managed to watch everything at least five times. "You don't necessarily have to watch the movie."
"Well then, I guess I can head out. I already know how this one ends." She stands and makes a move toward the door, but he grabs her wrist as she passes him and tugs, pulling her back to the couch. With her weight off balance, she tips and somehow lands squarely in his lap.
"Hey!" she cries in a decidedly un-Doctor Weir-like squeal.
He ignores her and wraps his arms securely around her waist. He didn't intend for them to wind up like this, but he's a smart enough man to take advantage of opportunities presented to him. "Don't think I don't know where you'd head if I let you out of my sight," he scolds.
"I'll be good," she promises, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "Straight to my quarters."
He raises an eyebrow.
"After I stop by my office really quickly," she admits.
"Wrong answer." He squeezes her tighter.
"Major, let me go."
"Or?"
She tries for authoritative. "Or I'll ground you."
He waggles his eyebrows. "Send me to my room?"
"No,” her expression narrows, “I won't let you fly."
He remains unconvinced. "Idle threat. I'm one of only four people that can pilot the jumpers."
She wriggles again and lowers her voice. "Someone could walk in and see us like this!"
"Then I'm sure someone would win the pool."
"Major!"
"Of course, whoever bet on Teyla and I would be sorely disappointed. Though, after I saw her with Lt. Ford in the mess last night, I'd say it's only a matter of time anyway."
"John,” she points out unnecessarily, “I'm on your lap."
"I'm aware of that, Elizabeth."
"Teyla and Ford?"
John nods.
"Okay," she promises, "I'll stay here. Just let me off your lap."
"I don't know. I'm kind of comfortable now. Might not be interested in adjusting our position."
"Even if I suggested you accompany me to my quarters?"
John's hands immediately relinquish their hold on her hips and Elizabeth slides off his lap. She scoots her way to the opposite end of the couch and folds her arms across her chest.
"Sucker," she gloats, turning her attention back to the movie.
"Oh no," John twist to face her, "no, no, no. You can't do that."
"Technically, I didn't promise anything. It was purely hypothetical."
"Uh uh."
"Actually, I believe the nonverbal you're looking for is 'uh huh.'"
"Nope," he says as he grabs a hold of her ankle and pulls her to a fully reclined position. "That's not what I'm looking for."
He crawls his way up her body as Elizabeth squirms beneath him. "John," she warns, her tone wavering as he can’t stop his fingers from brushing the skin exposed at her waist.
He watches her for a sign she doesn’t want this, but her mouth is just too tempting and before he knows it he’s kissing her.
Starving people at an unexpected feast would have shown more decorum. She breathes his name as her lips find his again and again. He clutches and grasps and licks. She moans - or maybe he moans - and…
It takes John a minute to realize she’s gone rigid. “Elizabeth?”
She pulls away and her eyes widen as she looks at him. “What did you just say?”
“I, uh…” He hadn’t meant to let that slip. Really, he hadn’t. God. He wishes the floor would open up and swallow him.
“John?”
He clears his throat. “I said, ‘Baby.’”
Elizabeth grins. “That’s what I thought you said.”
So it wasn’t the best thing to say, but, hey - “What’s so funny?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing, pumpkin.”
“Shut up.” He’s blushing now, he just knows it.
She tugs his ear when she finally gets her laughter is under control. “I’m sorry, John. I just - I never -”
He hrumphs. Maybe he’ll just be a baby.
She reaches up to cup his face. “Come on,” she says. “I’m sorry.” She leans in. “Where were we?”
He’d continue to be indignant but she’s nibbling his jaw and really, he’s only human. Instead he grabs her waist and presses his body back into hers. Besides. He has a plan.
His mouth reclaims hers and he smiles when she moans. By the end of the night she’s going to be calling him baby.