... And Peace, by Anr, NC-17
Rec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Categories: het. Smut. Elizabeth Weir. John Sheppard.
Warnings: Character death
Author on LJ: anr
Author's Website: Angstromance.com
Link: ... And Piece
Why This Must Be Read: Simple, beautiful and stunning. I really wish I could describe the quality of ANR's writing adequately, but any words I use would fail to do justice. Her writing is moving. It's just amazing how she gets into their heads and matches it with this gorgeous prose, because a simple sentence in her story has deep meaning.
Gorgeously angsty and shippy and very much in-character. In the aftermath of a Wraith attack, John and Elizabeth do damange control. But the emotional kind, one that we very rarely get to see explored on the show. I love the realism of the attack and the aftermath she depicts. Great exploration of their guilt and exhaustion, and the characterization is, as always with Anr, flawless. I love the subtle, romantic tone of the fic: the quiet friendship that leads oh-so-naturally to something more, and then the ending.
Bra-freakin'-vo.
--
Every so often John's eyelashes flutter. His jaw clenches, then relaxes. His breathing is steady, rhythmic.
He's not asleep, and she knows it.
"John," she says, when she can't wait any longer.
He opens his eyes. "Not going anywhere."
She doesn't know if he's talking about her, or himself, but in the end it doesn't really matter. She huffs out a short breath and shifts so she's lying on her back. Doing so removes any semblance of space between them, and his chin brushes her shoulder while the hand that was on her waist settles on her abdomen.
It's an intimate position to be in and that, coupled with the way he is half-hard against her hip, surprises her a little. Tonight isn't meant to be about sex -- they are not meant to be about sex.
She stares at the ceiling and slowly starts counting to fourteen, one name at a time.
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Categories: het. Smut. Elizabeth Weir. John Sheppard.
Warnings: Character death
Author on LJ: anr
Author's Website: Angstromance.com
Link: ... And Piece
Why This Must Be Read: Simple, beautiful and stunning. I really wish I could describe the quality of ANR's writing adequately, but any words I use would fail to do justice. Her writing is moving. It's just amazing how she gets into their heads and matches it with this gorgeous prose, because a simple sentence in her story has deep meaning.
Gorgeously angsty and shippy and very much in-character. In the aftermath of a Wraith attack, John and Elizabeth do damange control. But the emotional kind, one that we very rarely get to see explored on the show. I love the realism of the attack and the aftermath she depicts. Great exploration of their guilt and exhaustion, and the characterization is, as always with Anr, flawless. I love the subtle, romantic tone of the fic: the quiet friendship that leads oh-so-naturally to something more, and then the ending.
Bra-freakin'-vo.
--
Every so often John's eyelashes flutter. His jaw clenches, then relaxes. His breathing is steady, rhythmic.
He's not asleep, and she knows it.
"John," she says, when she can't wait any longer.
He opens his eyes. "Not going anywhere."
She doesn't know if he's talking about her, or himself, but in the end it doesn't really matter. She huffs out a short breath and shifts so she's lying on her back. Doing so removes any semblance of space between them, and his chin brushes her shoulder while the hand that was on her waist settles on her abdomen.
It's an intimate position to be in and that, coupled with the way he is half-hard against her hip, surprises her a little. Tonight isn't meant to be about sex -- they are not meant to be about sex.
She stares at the ceiling and slowly starts counting to fourteen, one name at a time.