Fanfic - "A Fool" - For alyssa22
Title: A Fool.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Characters/Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Summary: He’d expected her to yell, expected her to scream and call for some SF’s to get him the “HELL” out of her room.
Warnings/Spoilers: None (Post ‘Hot Zone’)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate Atlantis.
Author’s Note: Some old-school Sparky to welcome alyssa22 back into the land of LJ and make her feel a little better. (And because she asked so nicely.)
Feedback: Is Love.
John paced outside of her quarters. He knew that she was pissed, he knew that it was probably best to just leave her be and walk away. He knew that it was probably best to avoid the lioness whilst she paced in fury. She could be dangerous in that state, but he just couldn’t walk away. He’d broken her trust, he’d broken it in the worst way possible and he’d made her think that he didn’t trust her, didn’t think she was strong enough when he felt so significantly to the contrary.
He’d heard her throw something nearly fifteen minutes ago, and that had forstalled his idea to just waltz into her room and apologize, but as he stood there in the silence of the hall at midnight it had started her quiet. He’d stopped hearing her tension-filled footsteps pacing the room. Either she’s stopped or she’d simply taken her boots off. Either way, it was a step up.
Taking a hesitant step toward the door, he was surprised when his mind - much against his current ponderings - just opened the door for him leaving him stunned and staring at her shocked expression from where she stood in the centre of her room, dressed in nothing but a sheer night-gown that only came to her mid-thigh.
He immediately wanted to back away.
He’d expected her to yell, expected her to scream and call for some SF’s to get him the “HELL” out of her room. But she didn’t. She just stood there staring at him with a coverlet hanging from her hands.
“John?” she questioned, as though she couldn’t see him standing right there in front of her.
“Elizabeth,” He answered, taking a tentative step forward. She didn’t stop him, so he took another one and the door closed at his back. “…I,”
“What are you doing here?” she backed away from him and John twisted his hand in his pocket.
“Um…well,”
She looked at him with that peircing gaze that so often made him spill the beans on any plan him and Rodney were conjuring up, the gaze that had him revealing his deepest darkest secrets as if they were a recount of what he’d done yesterday when he and Lorne had too much Athosian ale. But this time it only seemed to silence him.
Fear he supposed, he actually feared her and that in itself - to him - was proof enough that he respected her more than he had ever respected his superiors.
“I just wanted to…apologize.”
“John,” She breathed out, looking away from. But when his arm reached out to grasp her elbow, she looked straight up into his eyes, more sincere that she’d ever seen them.
“Elizabeth. I’m sorry. I should have never-”
She silenced him suddenly as she dropped the coverlet to their feet and wrapped her arms around his neck. She buried her face in his shoulder and held on as tight as she could. It took John a moment to react, but when he did he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, kissing her curls gently as he felt the warm wetness of her tears against his neck. He didn’t quite know what to do beyond holding her tightly in his arms. He’d wanted to stand here like this for so long now that when it was actually real, he didn’t quite know where to take it.
Elizabeth shuddered with tears for a moment, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself before slowly lowering herself from her tip-toes and looking up into his eyes.
He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, but when she reached up and pressed her lips to his he realised that he didn’t have to. he could taste her tears in their first kiss, feel her pain as she pressed her entire body into his and he never wanted to stop.
“I’m so sorry, Elizabeth” he whispered again, but she ignored him and pulled him towards the bed. He would have asked her if she was really sure, if she felt comfortable with what she was asking of him. But Elizabeth was a grown woman and she was in more of a sound mind than he as she pulled at the hem of his shirt until he raised his arms and let her remove it from him.
He watched her as she sat down on the bed, as she backed up towards the headboard and waited for him to crawl across it towards her. She breathed against his chest as he held her around the waist, pulling her body against his and her breath felt warm and inticing. She placed kisses, gentle, tender kisses along his collar-bone and he buried his face in her hair, marveling at the scent of her shampoo.
“Forgive me?” he asked in a breathess tone as she guided his hand along her thigh. Before he took control of his own movements and ran his hand beneath her gown, up her spine. John watched her eyes as they roamed across his shoulders, following the movements of her hands and he wondered what she was thinking. When her knee raised up and she pressed it into his groin he knew exactly what she was thinking and groaned his acceptance.
Elizabeth bit her lip when she met his eyes again, smiling before tilting her head up and kissing him again. John melted against her, dropping much of his weight against her until she whimpered and writhed beneath him. As she reached down and unbuckled his belt, John raised his hand to her chin, grasping it and turning her eyes back up to his.
“I forgive you.” she whispered, rasping and wanton, breathing heavily as he pulled her into his arms and bruised her lips with his kiss. Kicking his pants off the end of the bed he let her roll him over, straddle his lap and make him trust her.
**
Elizabeth woke to the feeling of John running his fingers through her hair. She smiled - eyes still closed - as she rolled over and snuggled further into the mattress and him. John wrapped his arms around her tighter, holding her close as her breathing evened out again.
“Sleep well?” she asked, smiling into the soft pillow.
“Yeah. You?”
“Mmm.” Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she noticed him watching her carefully. “What?”
“I’m just,” John shuffled on the bed, making the space a little more accomadating on the tiny mattress. “I just want to be sure that we can put yesterday behind us.”
Elizabeth reached up to rest her hand on his cheek, brushing her thumb against his ear as she smiled. “John, yesterday is behind us as long as you can accept the fact that I hold the ultimate decision here on Atlantis. I’m the commander of this expidition and I need people to trust me if they’re going to follow me. I can’t do that if you, as my second, can’t do it.”
“I know, I was a fool. I do trust you, Elizabeth. And I-I suppose I understand that we need to work together if this is going to work. ”
Elizabeth grinned. “That’s true. And we also need to work together if this is going to work.” She lifted herself up a little to kiss his lips and John smirked.
“Hmm, I think I can make that compromise.” He kissed her again and Elizabeth giggled.
The End.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Characters/Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Summary: He’d expected her to yell, expected her to scream and call for some SF’s to get him the “HELL” out of her room.
Warnings/Spoilers: None (Post ‘Hot Zone’)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate Atlantis.
Author’s Note: Some old-school Sparky to welcome alyssa22 back into the land of LJ and make her feel a little better. (And because she asked so nicely.)
Feedback: Is Love.
John paced outside of her quarters. He knew that she was pissed, he knew that it was probably best to just leave her be and walk away. He knew that it was probably best to avoid the lioness whilst she paced in fury. She could be dangerous in that state, but he just couldn’t walk away. He’d broken her trust, he’d broken it in the worst way possible and he’d made her think that he didn’t trust her, didn’t think she was strong enough when he felt so significantly to the contrary.
He’d heard her throw something nearly fifteen minutes ago, and that had forstalled his idea to just waltz into her room and apologize, but as he stood there in the silence of the hall at midnight it had started her quiet. He’d stopped hearing her tension-filled footsteps pacing the room. Either she’s stopped or she’d simply taken her boots off. Either way, it was a step up.
Taking a hesitant step toward the door, he was surprised when his mind - much against his current ponderings - just opened the door for him leaving him stunned and staring at her shocked expression from where she stood in the centre of her room, dressed in nothing but a sheer night-gown that only came to her mid-thigh.
He immediately wanted to back away.
He’d expected her to yell, expected her to scream and call for some SF’s to get him the “HELL” out of her room. But she didn’t. She just stood there staring at him with a coverlet hanging from her hands.
“John?” she questioned, as though she couldn’t see him standing right there in front of her.
“Elizabeth,” He answered, taking a tentative step forward. She didn’t stop him, so he took another one and the door closed at his back. “…I,”
“What are you doing here?” she backed away from him and John twisted his hand in his pocket.
“Um…well,”
She looked at him with that peircing gaze that so often made him spill the beans on any plan him and Rodney were conjuring up, the gaze that had him revealing his deepest darkest secrets as if they were a recount of what he’d done yesterday when he and Lorne had too much Athosian ale. But this time it only seemed to silence him.
Fear he supposed, he actually feared her and that in itself - to him - was proof enough that he respected her more than he had ever respected his superiors.
“I just wanted to…apologize.”
“John,” She breathed out, looking away from. But when his arm reached out to grasp her elbow, she looked straight up into his eyes, more sincere that she’d ever seen them.
“Elizabeth. I’m sorry. I should have never-”
She silenced him suddenly as she dropped the coverlet to their feet and wrapped her arms around his neck. She buried her face in his shoulder and held on as tight as she could. It took John a moment to react, but when he did he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, kissing her curls gently as he felt the warm wetness of her tears against his neck. He didn’t quite know what to do beyond holding her tightly in his arms. He’d wanted to stand here like this for so long now that when it was actually real, he didn’t quite know where to take it.
Elizabeth shuddered with tears for a moment, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself before slowly lowering herself from her tip-toes and looking up into his eyes.
He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, but when she reached up and pressed her lips to his he realised that he didn’t have to. he could taste her tears in their first kiss, feel her pain as she pressed her entire body into his and he never wanted to stop.
“I’m so sorry, Elizabeth” he whispered again, but she ignored him and pulled him towards the bed. He would have asked her if she was really sure, if she felt comfortable with what she was asking of him. But Elizabeth was a grown woman and she was in more of a sound mind than he as she pulled at the hem of his shirt until he raised his arms and let her remove it from him.
He watched her as she sat down on the bed, as she backed up towards the headboard and waited for him to crawl across it towards her. She breathed against his chest as he held her around the waist, pulling her body against his and her breath felt warm and inticing. She placed kisses, gentle, tender kisses along his collar-bone and he buried his face in her hair, marveling at the scent of her shampoo.
“Forgive me?” he asked in a breathess tone as she guided his hand along her thigh. Before he took control of his own movements and ran his hand beneath her gown, up her spine. John watched her eyes as they roamed across his shoulders, following the movements of her hands and he wondered what she was thinking. When her knee raised up and she pressed it into his groin he knew exactly what she was thinking and groaned his acceptance.
Elizabeth bit her lip when she met his eyes again, smiling before tilting her head up and kissing him again. John melted against her, dropping much of his weight against her until she whimpered and writhed beneath him. As she reached down and unbuckled his belt, John raised his hand to her chin, grasping it and turning her eyes back up to his.
“I forgive you.” she whispered, rasping and wanton, breathing heavily as he pulled her into his arms and bruised her lips with his kiss. Kicking his pants off the end of the bed he let her roll him over, straddle his lap and make him trust her.
**
Elizabeth woke to the feeling of John running his fingers through her hair. She smiled - eyes still closed - as she rolled over and snuggled further into the mattress and him. John wrapped his arms around her tighter, holding her close as her breathing evened out again.
“Sleep well?” she asked, smiling into the soft pillow.
“Yeah. You?”
“Mmm.” Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she noticed him watching her carefully. “What?”
“I’m just,” John shuffled on the bed, making the space a little more accomadating on the tiny mattress. “I just want to be sure that we can put yesterday behind us.”
Elizabeth reached up to rest her hand on his cheek, brushing her thumb against his ear as she smiled. “John, yesterday is behind us as long as you can accept the fact that I hold the ultimate decision here on Atlantis. I’m the commander of this expidition and I need people to trust me if they’re going to follow me. I can’t do that if you, as my second, can’t do it.”
“I know, I was a fool. I do trust you, Elizabeth. And I-I suppose I understand that we need to work together if this is going to work. ”
Elizabeth grinned. “That’s true. And we also need to work together if this is going to work.” She lifted herself up a little to kiss his lips and John smirked.
“Hmm, I think I can make that compromise.” He kissed her again and Elizabeth giggled.
The End.