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Title: Hands
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Rating: PG
Summary: John after a long mission.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just borrowing them to play :-)
A/N: Thanks to dreximgirl for beta-ing this for me!
Elizabeth had been going over reports to keep herself busy. She’d read the same sentence for probably the fifth time in a row, but still couldn’t seem to take the information in. A glance at the clock told her the minute hand had moved once since she last looked, sighing in frustration she pushed away from her desk and moved to the window to look down at the Gate room, as if willing them to appear would make it happen. She had bitten her nails almost down to the quick with her worrying over the past two days, nails which she had been quite proud of to be honest. She loved how having long manicured nails could make your hands so much more elegant and graceful. Now she thought her fingers looked fat and stumpy.
Sighing heavily, she turned back to her desk and almost glared at the data pad on her desk. She dropped her hands against her sides and willed her mind to focus on the task at hand rather than worrying as she moved back to her desk.
The Gate activating had her turning in the opposite direction and running to the control room, “Chuck, is it them?”
“IDC is…Colonel Sheppard’s, ma’am,” he smiled at her.
“Let them through,” she stepped onto her balcony over the Gate Room as the Jumper eased through the ring. Her heart pounded in her chest when saw the cockpit and stopped when all she could see was Rodney sat up front. She calmed herself by remembering it was Sheppard’s IDC that was used, she could, after all, only see half of the cockpit. She let out a shaky breath, then turned and ran up the stairs to the Jumper bay while the Jumper rose up to the ceiling, not seeing the amused looks her control staff gave her as she went.
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As soon as he landed the Jumper in the bay, John felt all the strength leave his body. The adrenaline that had kept him going for the past two days was fast running out and every muscle in his body ached, his body crying out for him to sleep. Ronon gave him a hard clap on the back which woke him sufficiently to hear his friend’s grumble of “Come on, buddy,” over the top of Rodney moaning about food and Teyla trying to appease him. He sighed and heaved himself from his chair, hitting the release for the rear hatch as he moved past and all but staggered to the exit with his team. Rodney was walking on the ramp before it had even hit the floor, stating he was going to the mess before he let Carson anywhere near him. Ronon and Teyla followed with a shared rolling of eyes. John watched them start to move off and just stopped and sat on the ramp.
He heard Elizabeth’s footsteps running toward the Jumper bay before he heard her voice and sighed, letting the tension out of his body. He leant his arms on his knees and couldn’t help but smile as he heard her worried “John? Are you all right?” coming towards him.
He looked up to find her right next to him and smiled tiredly, “I’m fine. Tired.”
She nodded at him, worry still fixed on her features as she turned to the others who’s stopped their exit as she came in. “I want you all to go to the infirmary, let Carson check you out, that includes you Rodney!”
She was still talking, something about debrief, but John suddenly found himself fascinated by her hand. Just hanging by her side like always, but it was suddenly the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. Her long elegant fingers were beautiful, they could command the entire expedition with a steely resolve or a gentle compassion. The skin looked smooth and soft, and he couldn’t help himself from finding out if that was true. He knew he shouldn’t, but he saw his hand reaching out to hers anyway. He hooked his index finger around her pinkie and pulled her hand towards him, leaning his forehead against the back of her hand and closing his eyes at the simple contact.
He didn’t see her head almost swivel round to look at him. Nor the knowing smile Teyla cast their way or the way Ronon rolled his eyes with a little chuckle. He also didn’t see Ronon and her shepherding an oblivious Rodney out of the room as Elizabeth watched at him worriedly.
“John?” she asked softly.
“You have beautiful hands, Liz’beth,” he murmured, gently stroking the one he held in his grasp. “So soft and delicate, I’ve always thought that.”
“Are you sure you’re all right, Jo...” she gasped as he lay a whisper of a kiss on the back of her hand, his warm breath ghosting over her skin and sending a tingle straight to her core. Her fingers tightened around his briefly before he turned her hand over in his and stroked his fingers over her palm, pressing his lips to her skin. Her fingers curled against his cheek and the feeling of the stubble against her skin reminded her of how close he’d been to being completely lost to her this time.
He looked up at her wide-eyed and she couldn’t breathe.
She wasn’t sure whether her hand moved back into his hair first or whether it slipped back there as he stood up, but suddenly he was holding her in his arms, their faces a breath apart.
“John…”
“Elizabeth…”
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Title: Hands
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Rating: PG
Summary: John after a long mission.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just borrowing them to play :-)
A/N: Thanks to dreximgirl for beta-ing this for me!
Elizabeth had been going over reports to keep herself busy. She’d read the same sentence for probably the fifth time in a row, but still couldn’t seem to take the information in. A glance at the clock told her the minute hand had moved once since she last looked, sighing in frustration she pushed away from her desk and moved to the window to look down at the Gate room, as if willing them to appear would make it happen. She had bitten her nails almost down to the quick with her worrying over the past two days, nails which she had been quite proud of to be honest. She loved how having long manicured nails could make your hands so much more elegant and graceful. Now she thought her fingers looked fat and stumpy.
Sighing heavily, she turned back to her desk and almost glared at the data pad on her desk. She dropped her hands against her sides and willed her mind to focus on the task at hand rather than worrying as she moved back to her desk.
The Gate activating had her turning in the opposite direction and running to the control room, “Chuck, is it them?”
“IDC is…Colonel Sheppard’s, ma’am,” he smiled at her.
“Let them through,” she stepped onto her balcony over the Gate Room as the Jumper eased through the ring. Her heart pounded in her chest when saw the cockpit and stopped when all she could see was Rodney sat up front. She calmed herself by remembering it was Sheppard’s IDC that was used, she could, after all, only see half of the cockpit. She let out a shaky breath, then turned and ran up the stairs to the Jumper bay while the Jumper rose up to the ceiling, not seeing the amused looks her control staff gave her as she went.
*-*-*
As soon as he landed the Jumper in the bay, John felt all the strength leave his body. The adrenaline that had kept him going for the past two days was fast running out and every muscle in his body ached, his body crying out for him to sleep. Ronon gave him a hard clap on the back which woke him sufficiently to hear his friend’s grumble of “Come on, buddy,” over the top of Rodney moaning about food and Teyla trying to appease him. He sighed and heaved himself from his chair, hitting the release for the rear hatch as he moved past and all but staggered to the exit with his team. Rodney was walking on the ramp before it had even hit the floor, stating he was going to the mess before he let Carson anywhere near him. Ronon and Teyla followed with a shared rolling of eyes. John watched them start to move off and just stopped and sat on the ramp.
He heard Elizabeth’s footsteps running toward the Jumper bay before he heard her voice and sighed, letting the tension out of his body. He leant his arms on his knees and couldn’t help but smile as he heard her worried “John? Are you all right?” coming towards him.
He looked up to find her right next to him and smiled tiredly, “I’m fine. Tired.”
She nodded at him, worry still fixed on her features as she turned to the others who’s stopped their exit as she came in. “I want you all to go to the infirmary, let Carson check you out, that includes you Rodney!”
She was still talking, something about debrief, but John suddenly found himself fascinated by her hand. Just hanging by her side like always, but it was suddenly the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. Her long elegant fingers were beautiful, they could command the entire expedition with a steely resolve or a gentle compassion. The skin looked smooth and soft, and he couldn’t help himself from finding out if that was true. He knew he shouldn’t, but he saw his hand reaching out to hers anyway. He hooked his index finger around her pinkie and pulled her hand towards him, leaning his forehead against the back of her hand and closing his eyes at the simple contact.
He didn’t see her head almost swivel round to look at him. Nor the knowing smile Teyla cast their way or the way Ronon rolled his eyes with a little chuckle. He also didn’t see Ronon and her shepherding an oblivious Rodney out of the room as Elizabeth watched at him worriedly.
“John?” she asked softly.
“You have beautiful hands, Liz’beth,” he murmured, gently stroking the one he held in his grasp. “So soft and delicate, I’ve always thought that.”
“Are you sure you’re all right, Jo...” she gasped as he lay a whisper of a kiss on the back of her hand, his warm breath ghosting over her skin and sending a tingle straight to her core. Her fingers tightened around his briefly before he turned her hand over in his and stroked his fingers over her palm, pressing his lips to her skin. Her fingers curled against his cheek and the feeling of the stubble against her skin reminded her of how close he’d been to being completely lost to her this time.
He looked up at her wide-eyed and she couldn’t breathe.
She wasn’t sure whether her hand moved back into his hair first or whether it slipped back there as he stood up, but suddenly he was holding her in his arms, their faces a breath apart.
“John…”
“Elizabeth…”
*-*
Thanks for reading! Would love some con-crit! :-)
luv
K