Bedside Manner, by Lone_Pyramid (NC-17)
Rec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Categories: het. Smut. Elizabeth Weir. John Sheppard. Episode related.
Warnings: smut.
Author on LJ: lone_pyramid
Author's Website: N/A?
Link: Bedside Manner
Why This Must Be Read: Conversion-based smut. Need I say more? John Sheppard as a reptile is absurdly hot, and this is another fantastic Sheppard/Weir coda of the episode. Beyond the slightly kinky overtones and the sheer hotness, the characterization is still spot on. It deals with John's discomfort of self-image with a deft hand.
Great read.
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The fingers of his left hand - the human-looking one - wrap gently around her wrist before she can touch him. "No," he answers, and though she can't explain exactly why, she knows he's lying.
She murmurs his name and moves closer still, so that she's nearly pressed up against him. John inhales sharply and tries to move back but she doesn't let him, grasping his shoulder to keep him in place and using the grip he still has on her wrist to pull him a step closer. Giving in, he presses the back of her hand to his unchanged cheek for a moment, closing his eyes, then lets her go. "You shouldn't be here," he says, sounding tired, and Elizabeth thinks maybe he's finally starting to worry about what's happening to him. His next words, however, suggest it's not himself he's concerned about. "Look what I did to your office. I'm not safe to be around, Lizabeth."
"You won't hurt me," she refutes confidently.
"But-"
"You won't, John." Out of words and knowing that nothing she can say will convince him anyway, Elizabeth opts for another means of reassurance: she leans up and kisses him.
John doesn't respond for a long few seconds but then he surrenders with a low groan, his hands threading through her hair as he kisses her back hungrily. She lets him direct the kiss, parting her lips when he does and meeting his tongue with her own while her fingers slide down his chest and stomach, pausing for a moment at his waist before moving around to the small of his back. When she starts tracing a path back up her hands are beneath his shirt, and she can feel the different texture on the right side of his body. The skin there is rougher, almost like scales against her fingertips.
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Categories: het. Smut. Elizabeth Weir. John Sheppard. Episode related.
Warnings: smut.
Author on LJ: lone_pyramid
Author's Website: N/A?
Link: Bedside Manner
Why This Must Be Read: Conversion-based smut. Need I say more? John Sheppard as a reptile is absurdly hot, and this is another fantastic Sheppard/Weir coda of the episode. Beyond the slightly kinky overtones and the sheer hotness, the characterization is still spot on. It deals with John's discomfort of self-image with a deft hand.
Great read.
--
The fingers of his left hand - the human-looking one - wrap gently around her wrist before she can touch him. "No," he answers, and though she can't explain exactly why, she knows he's lying.
She murmurs his name and moves closer still, so that she's nearly pressed up against him. John inhales sharply and tries to move back but she doesn't let him, grasping his shoulder to keep him in place and using the grip he still has on her wrist to pull him a step closer. Giving in, he presses the back of her hand to his unchanged cheek for a moment, closing his eyes, then lets her go. "You shouldn't be here," he says, sounding tired, and Elizabeth thinks maybe he's finally starting to worry about what's happening to him. His next words, however, suggest it's not himself he's concerned about. "Look what I did to your office. I'm not safe to be around, Lizabeth."
"You won't hurt me," she refutes confidently.
"But-"
"You won't, John." Out of words and knowing that nothing she can say will convince him anyway, Elizabeth opts for another means of reassurance: she leans up and kisses him.
John doesn't respond for a long few seconds but then he surrenders with a low groan, his hands threading through her hair as he kisses her back hungrily. She lets him direct the kiss, parting her lips when he does and meeting his tongue with her own while her fingers slide down his chest and stomach, pausing for a moment at his waist before moving around to the small of his back. When she starts tracing a path back up her hands are beneath his shirt, and she can feel the different texture on the right side of his body. The skin there is rougher, almost like scales against her fingertips.