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Title: Young Adult.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17/18/Very fucking adult
Paring: Weir/Mckay
Spoilers: None.
Summery: The Library 2: Sex In The Stacks. More AU.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction should not be taken seriously.
Apologies: To everyone. This is awful.
Notes: For Melanie, again. Again, this was her idea. I just wrote it.
"Rodney no, we can’t."
"No?" He grinned at her, he was pretty confident she wasn’t really going to resist him, that her protest was just for show, just to look like she had tired to say no to him and herself. She couldn’t just have sex in the very back of the library without being thoroughly convinced.
She wasn’t very convincing however, his hand was already down those tight black pants and in her underwear. She could pull away from him all she wanted but his fingers were already slipping through wetness and she was already panting just a little.
So this wasn’t the best place for them to have sex for the first time but he couldn’t deny the fact he'd been thinking about it since he’d joined the library three and half years ago. Since he’d first seen her stood behind the desk, hands on hips, breasts thrust out in one of those tight white shirts she wore to work, chastising John for being late. Again.
Right now they were in the very back of the library, in the Young Adult section. Elizabeth was pressed up against some Point Horror books, the shelves digging into her back as Rodney’s fingers searched for her clit. She moaned and he kissed her to stifle the sounds, he didn’t want to be caught anymore than she did.
Well, he didn’t want to be caught because he didn’t want to be interrupted.
His other hand made it’s way up her shirt, his lips still moulded to hers. She jerked so hard when his hand slipped under bra and cupped a breast, a finger slipping inside her body simultaneously, that a book fell from the shelf by her head and hit the floor with a a bang that echoed through the library. They pulled apart with a jolt and looked at each other, then at the book. They looked towards the end of the stack, waiting. When no one appeared, and they heard no other sounds, they kissed again with renewed urgency, Rodney smiling as he did so, working another finger inside of her.
Arrogant bastard, she thought, choking down a gasp. She wasn’t resisting anymore, or at all, her body was his to play with at last. He knew it would’ve been eventually, these things just take time, he thought. Abandoning her lips and breasts, he used his free hand to unbutton her blouse with terrying speed and ability. He knew she was surprised that he wasn’t fumbling or screwing up. He knew what he was doing, sex was like physics, sort of, you just needed the right calculations. Timing and pressure and so forth.
He opened up her shirt and pulled up her bra, immediately latching onto a nipple and sucking hard. She gasped and he held in a laugh, mentally taking notes of her specific reactions.
He liked the gasping.
He hooked the fingers inside her and she tired to hold onto her cry but coughed instead, and he switched breasts, finding her clit with his thumb and pressing down hard. She gasped again.
"God I love that," he mumbled onto her nipple, his breath creating a sensation that made her gasp once more. Continuing to work his fingers inside her, her legs tightening around his wrists, he pulled away from her and licked her nipple before blowing gently on it. When she gasped he thrust another finger into her body.
She arched sharply outwards, tight and taut, kissing him hard before starting to shake. He could sense she was holding back a little and he couldn’t blame her, but he was taken by surprise when she bit his bottom lip in release.
"Elizabeth!" He hissed, pulling away before she drew blood. She didn’t speak, breathing hard, eyes closed, head back on the books shelf. "You okay?" His brow furrowed.
"God yes Rodney." She smiled at him, eyes still closed and he kissed her, almost jumping out of his skin when she reached down and grabbed his crotch roughly, rubbing his erection. He moaned loudly, grabbing the shelf either side of Elizabeth’s head, leaning heavily on it as she gave him a grin and unzipped his trousers.
"Elizabeth."
"You’re not going to say no are you Rodney?" The tone in her voice made him weak at the knees, though that could’ve had something to do with the fact she had her hand in his boxers. It was hard to tell really and right then he didn’t care.
"No, I was going to tell you to hurry up." He groaned and she put her hand over his mouth.
"We’re going to get caught." She hissed.
"Then hurry up."
"Then help me." She said, pulling her hand from his trousers and unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn’t really the place to be checking out his body, but she just had to see his chest. The shirt and tie was hiding something and once she could see him she ran a hand up his chest over soft skin.
"Elizabeth." He helped her remove her trousers then his, shaking one boot out of a leg with some trouble and pulling his down hard until both pairs pooled at their feet, their underwear following quickly.
He didn’t waste any time, he didn’t want to get caught and he knew she didn’t want to lose her job over a quick go in the stacks, even if it was with him. He knew that if he hadn’t made her come so quickly she would never have let him go this far, would never have let him grab her ass, lift her up with a stifled squeal and encourage her to wrap her legs around him.
"I’ll be glad to get you in conditions where you can make all the noise you want." She didn’t answer, instead reaching down to take his erection in her hand and guide him into her body, dipping her head onto his shoulder and biting down into his skin when he entered her.
"Oh God Rodney." He loved the way she said his name, made him wonder if 'Meredith' could ever be said with the same amount of passion.
He knew he should really be moving, doing something, because he was inside Elizabeth Weir, her legs around him, his hands on her ass and her boots digging into him, but all of those things meant his senses were on overload.
"Rodney." She whispered, her breath washing over his ear.
'I'm not going to come. I'm not going to come. I'm not going to come.' He chanted the words over in his mind as he started to move, thrusting hard into her body and causing the bookshelf to rock in time with them.
"Someone. Is going to. Hear." Elizabeth panted out the words, her head still on his shoulder.
"I’m. Sorry." He tried to support more of her weight but failed, he couldn’t get his head straight, her breasts were against his chest, her bra rubbing against him from where he’d just pushed it up and left it there. "I’m going to get this over with."
"So romantic."
"You won’t care in a minute."
"Promises, promis-oh!" He grinned, and pressed down on her clit again, really wishing he could make her scream but instead settling for the gaps and stifled moans as he moved harder into her body and into the bookshelf. She was going to have bruises, he thought, and she was panting again, breathless ‘oh’ noises that he was becoming to love.
Like her.
He shook the thought from his mind, he was fucking Elizabeth Weir, the hot librarian, against a bookshelf in a public library and he was thinking about loving her?
He came all of a sudden. Blinding white pleasure shooting through him and he jerked against her hard, shaking so violently another book fell to the floor.
It was only when he opened his eyes did he realise Elizabeth was shaking too, though to a lesser degree, panting, desperate for air.
"Oh. God." She nodded in agreement, hoping he could see because he didn’t have the energy for words.
After a few minutes, he let her drop to her feet and took a step back, looking at the blush and sweat that covered her body.
"Sorry I ever doubted you," she smiled.
"So you should be."
Merry Boxing Day.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: NC-17/18/Very fucking adult
Paring: Weir/Mckay
Spoilers: None.
Summery: The Library 2: Sex In The Stacks. More AU.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction should not be taken seriously.
Apologies: To everyone. This is awful.
Notes: For Melanie, again. Again, this was her idea. I just wrote it.
"Rodney no, we can’t."
"No?" He grinned at her, he was pretty confident she wasn’t really going to resist him, that her protest was just for show, just to look like she had tired to say no to him and herself. She couldn’t just have sex in the very back of the library without being thoroughly convinced.
She wasn’t very convincing however, his hand was already down those tight black pants and in her underwear. She could pull away from him all she wanted but his fingers were already slipping through wetness and she was already panting just a little.
So this wasn’t the best place for them to have sex for the first time but he couldn’t deny the fact he'd been thinking about it since he’d joined the library three and half years ago. Since he’d first seen her stood behind the desk, hands on hips, breasts thrust out in one of those tight white shirts she wore to work, chastising John for being late. Again.
Right now they were in the very back of the library, in the Young Adult section. Elizabeth was pressed up against some Point Horror books, the shelves digging into her back as Rodney’s fingers searched for her clit. She moaned and he kissed her to stifle the sounds, he didn’t want to be caught anymore than she did.
Well, he didn’t want to be caught because he didn’t want to be interrupted.
His other hand made it’s way up her shirt, his lips still moulded to hers. She jerked so hard when his hand slipped under bra and cupped a breast, a finger slipping inside her body simultaneously, that a book fell from the shelf by her head and hit the floor with a a bang that echoed through the library. They pulled apart with a jolt and looked at each other, then at the book. They looked towards the end of the stack, waiting. When no one appeared, and they heard no other sounds, they kissed again with renewed urgency, Rodney smiling as he did so, working another finger inside of her.
Arrogant bastard, she thought, choking down a gasp. She wasn’t resisting anymore, or at all, her body was his to play with at last. He knew it would’ve been eventually, these things just take time, he thought. Abandoning her lips and breasts, he used his free hand to unbutton her blouse with terrying speed and ability. He knew she was surprised that he wasn’t fumbling or screwing up. He knew what he was doing, sex was like physics, sort of, you just needed the right calculations. Timing and pressure and so forth.
He opened up her shirt and pulled up her bra, immediately latching onto a nipple and sucking hard. She gasped and he held in a laugh, mentally taking notes of her specific reactions.
He liked the gasping.
He hooked the fingers inside her and she tired to hold onto her cry but coughed instead, and he switched breasts, finding her clit with his thumb and pressing down hard. She gasped again.
"God I love that," he mumbled onto her nipple, his breath creating a sensation that made her gasp once more. Continuing to work his fingers inside her, her legs tightening around his wrists, he pulled away from her and licked her nipple before blowing gently on it. When she gasped he thrust another finger into her body.
She arched sharply outwards, tight and taut, kissing him hard before starting to shake. He could sense she was holding back a little and he couldn’t blame her, but he was taken by surprise when she bit his bottom lip in release.
"Elizabeth!" He hissed, pulling away before she drew blood. She didn’t speak, breathing hard, eyes closed, head back on the books shelf. "You okay?" His brow furrowed.
"God yes Rodney." She smiled at him, eyes still closed and he kissed her, almost jumping out of his skin when she reached down and grabbed his crotch roughly, rubbing his erection. He moaned loudly, grabbing the shelf either side of Elizabeth’s head, leaning heavily on it as she gave him a grin and unzipped his trousers.
"Elizabeth."
"You’re not going to say no are you Rodney?" The tone in her voice made him weak at the knees, though that could’ve had something to do with the fact she had her hand in his boxers. It was hard to tell really and right then he didn’t care.
"No, I was going to tell you to hurry up." He groaned and she put her hand over his mouth.
"We’re going to get caught." She hissed.
"Then hurry up."
"Then help me." She said, pulling her hand from his trousers and unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn’t really the place to be checking out his body, but she just had to see his chest. The shirt and tie was hiding something and once she could see him she ran a hand up his chest over soft skin.
"Elizabeth." He helped her remove her trousers then his, shaking one boot out of a leg with some trouble and pulling his down hard until both pairs pooled at their feet, their underwear following quickly.
He didn’t waste any time, he didn’t want to get caught and he knew she didn’t want to lose her job over a quick go in the stacks, even if it was with him. He knew that if he hadn’t made her come so quickly she would never have let him go this far, would never have let him grab her ass, lift her up with a stifled squeal and encourage her to wrap her legs around him.
"I’ll be glad to get you in conditions where you can make all the noise you want." She didn’t answer, instead reaching down to take his erection in her hand and guide him into her body, dipping her head onto his shoulder and biting down into his skin when he entered her.
"Oh God Rodney." He loved the way she said his name, made him wonder if 'Meredith' could ever be said with the same amount of passion.
He knew he should really be moving, doing something, because he was inside Elizabeth Weir, her legs around him, his hands on her ass and her boots digging into him, but all of those things meant his senses were on overload.
"Rodney." She whispered, her breath washing over his ear.
'I'm not going to come. I'm not going to come. I'm not going to come.' He chanted the words over in his mind as he started to move, thrusting hard into her body and causing the bookshelf to rock in time with them.
"Someone. Is going to. Hear." Elizabeth panted out the words, her head still on his shoulder.
"I’m. Sorry." He tried to support more of her weight but failed, he couldn’t get his head straight, her breasts were against his chest, her bra rubbing against him from where he’d just pushed it up and left it there. "I’m going to get this over with."
"So romantic."
"You won’t care in a minute."
"Promises, promis-oh!" He grinned, and pressed down on her clit again, really wishing he could make her scream but instead settling for the gaps and stifled moans as he moved harder into her body and into the bookshelf. She was going to have bruises, he thought, and she was panting again, breathless ‘oh’ noises that he was becoming to love.
Like her.
He shook the thought from his mind, he was fucking Elizabeth Weir, the hot librarian, against a bookshelf in a public library and he was thinking about loving her?
He came all of a sudden. Blinding white pleasure shooting through him and he jerked against her hard, shaking so violently another book fell to the floor.
It was only when he opened his eyes did he realise Elizabeth was shaking too, though to a lesser degree, panting, desperate for air.
"Oh. God." She nodded in agreement, hoping he could see because he didn’t have the energy for words.
After a few minutes, he let her drop to her feet and took a step back, looking at the blush and sweat that covered her body.
"Sorry I ever doubted you," she smiled.
"So you should be."
Merry Boxing Day.