Sam Carter/Elizabeth Weir- seclusion - (R)scruffyduckNovember 4 2007, 22:26:20 UTC
Despite their almost opposite career paths, Sam and Elizabeth were very similar in how they worked. Despite their different personalities, they were both very similar in a lot of respects.
It was no surprise to Sam then, to find Elizabeth holed up in her office late into the night, with enough coffee and junk to last her a good few days. She suspected the woman hadn't been at the SGC and in the General's office long enough to really settle in. It had taken herself a year to really start 'living' in her lab.
It was no surprise to Sam either to realise that the office door could be locked, and she imagined that she had disabled any over-rides to stop people coming in when she didn't want them too.
This wasn't one of those times though, Sam knew that, she had walked into the woman's office without hindrance or hesitation and was greeted with a smile.
"Sam."
They had been on first name terms since Elizabeth had left the SGC and O'Neill had took her place, and although that had been a while ago, she loved hearing her name in her voice, so strong but with all the care she possessed.
"Hiding out?" She asked.
"What gave you that idea?"
"Nothing really, just we've come to your city and pretty much took over."
"I don't mind." She smiled, waving her hand out towards the chair opposite her. "I've missed you."
“You too.” Instead of sitting she came around to stand in front of her. She took her hand and pulled her up her flush against her own body. She kissed her, a whisper of her lips on Elizabeth's and wrapped her arms around her body to keep her close.
They had been sleeping together intermittently since Elizabeth had left the SGC too.
Elizabeth started to wriggle in Sam's arms as the kisses become firmer, more passionate, and finally she had to loosen her grip and step back.
“You don't want to?” She asked, a slight pout in her lips and sadness in her eyes. Elizabeth smiled.
“I just want to lock the door.” Sam blushed, embarrassed. She walked over to the door and locked it, turning to smile at the blonde again.
“Sorry, just,”
“Paranoid?”
“Maybe,” she laughed, “maybe I just really, really missed you.” When Elizabeth approached her again, they kissed, harder this time, desperate almost, it had been too long. Sam pulled at the brunettes red top, slid her hands across her bare skin before pulling her close. “Really missed you.” She mumbled into her mouth. Elizabeth didn't reply, instead just sliding her own hand up Sam's neck and into her hair, pulling at it a little.
“Stop that.” She moaned. Elizabeth grinned.
“No.” She said with a firm tone, pulling harder at the tips of Sam's hair. She dove in for a deeper kiss and pushed Sam back until they hit the wall. Sam groaned, she had always loved Elizabeth when she was commanding like this, in charge and almost annoying with it. She pulled at the red top again, fighting with her to strip it from her body, receiving a bite on her lower lip for forcing them apart and a soft moan when she pulled down the lace of her bra and ran her thumbs over Elizabeth's nipples.
The pull at her hair again told her the dignified leader of Atlantis wanted more.
The sound of someone at the door told her they had to stop.
Elizabeth groaned but Sam didn't let go, pulling her lips away from hers only to reach down and take a nipple into her mouth and sucking hard on the little nub. Elizabeth's groan turned into a moan, and Sam grinned around her nipple, taking it between her teeth and nipping it gently.
The person at the door called again as Elizabeth cried out. She ran her fingers through Sam's hair again and pulled, hard, until she had to release the tight nipple.
“Got somewhere more private to go?” Sam asked, pouting, fighting the grip on her hair.
“My quarters does have a bed.”
“Have we had sex in a bed yet?”
“No, your cot at the SGC does not count.”
“Let's go.” She successfully pulled her hair free from Elizabeth's grasp and kissed her on the lips while her hands readjusted her bra.
“When Rodney gives up.” She said, picking up her red t-shirt and pulling it back on.
“How do you know it's him?”
“Who else would be up at this hour?” Sam sat down, still pouting.“Cute,” she said smiling, “maybe we should ask him to join us.”
It was no surprise to Sam then, to find Elizabeth holed up in her office late into the night, with enough coffee and junk to last her a good few days. She suspected the woman hadn't been at the SGC and in the General's office long enough to really settle in. It had taken herself a year to really start 'living' in her lab.
It was no surprise to Sam either to realise that the office door could be locked, and she imagined that she had disabled any over-rides to stop people coming in when she didn't want them too.
This wasn't one of those times though, Sam knew that, she had walked into the woman's office without hindrance or hesitation and was greeted with a smile.
"Sam."
They had been on first name terms since Elizabeth had left the SGC and O'Neill had took her place, and although that had been a while ago, she loved hearing her name in her voice, so strong but with all the care she possessed.
"Hiding out?" She asked.
"What gave you that idea?"
"Nothing really, just we've come to your city and pretty much took over."
"I don't mind." She smiled, waving her hand out towards the chair opposite her. "I've missed you."
“You too.” Instead of sitting she came around to stand in front of her. She took her hand and pulled her up her flush against her own body. She kissed her, a whisper of her lips on Elizabeth's and wrapped her arms around her body to keep her close.
They had been sleeping together intermittently since Elizabeth had left the SGC too.
Elizabeth started to wriggle in Sam's arms as the kisses become firmer, more passionate, and finally she had to loosen her grip and step back.
“You don't want to?” She asked, a slight pout in her lips and sadness in her eyes. Elizabeth smiled.
“I just want to lock the door.” Sam blushed, embarrassed. She walked over to the door and locked it, turning to smile at the blonde again.
“Sorry, just,”
“Paranoid?”
“Maybe,” she laughed, “maybe I just really, really missed you.” When Elizabeth approached her again, they kissed, harder this time, desperate almost, it had been too long. Sam pulled at the brunettes red top, slid her hands across her bare skin before pulling her close. “Really missed you.” She mumbled into her mouth. Elizabeth didn't reply, instead just sliding her own hand up Sam's neck and into her hair, pulling at it a little.
“Stop that.” She moaned. Elizabeth grinned.
“No.” She said with a firm tone, pulling harder at the tips of Sam's hair. She dove in for a deeper kiss and pushed Sam back until they hit the wall. Sam groaned, she had always loved Elizabeth when she was commanding like this, in charge and almost annoying with it. She pulled at the red top again, fighting with her to strip it from her body, receiving a bite on her lower lip for forcing them apart and a soft moan when she pulled down the lace of her bra and ran her thumbs over Elizabeth's nipples.
The pull at her hair again told her the dignified leader of Atlantis wanted more.
The sound of someone at the door told her they had to stop.
Elizabeth groaned but Sam didn't let go, pulling her lips away from hers only to reach down and take a nipple into her mouth and sucking hard on the little nub. Elizabeth's groan turned into a moan, and Sam grinned around her nipple, taking it between her teeth and nipping it gently.
The person at the door called again as Elizabeth cried out. She ran her fingers through Sam's hair again and pulled, hard, until she had to release the tight nipple.
“Got somewhere more private to go?” Sam asked, pouting, fighting the grip on her hair.
“My quarters does have a bed.”
“Have we had sex in a bed yet?”
“No, your cot at the SGC does not count.”
“Let's go.” She successfully pulled her hair free from Elizabeth's grasp and kissed her on the lips while her hands readjusted her bra.
“When Rodney gives up.” She said, picking up her red t-shirt and pulling it back on.
“How do you know it's him?”
“Who else would be up at this hour?” Sam sat down, still pouting.“Cute,” she said smiling, “maybe we should ask him to join us.”
“No. Way.” Sam said, “Well, maybe not tonight.”
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Also, Rodney's head would implode if he got to have a threesome with Liz and Sam. Brains everywhere.
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