Fic: Breakfast in Bed (SGA, Sheppard/Weir) [1/1]
Breakfast in Bed
by Scary Kitty
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir (well, duh!)
Summary: A very tasty start to a day off in Atlantis.
Warnings/Timeline: post Season 5; Elizabeth’s been rescued from the damn Replicators and she and John are together. The how isn’t important to this story, so fill in the blanks with whatever scenario you like.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate or its characters, blahblahblah. If I did, I would’ve treated them better than the pinheads at MGM did.
Author’s Notes: Story is unbetaed, all mistakes are mine, laugh all you want.
The Atlantis dining hall never slept, serving four hot meals a day and offering a variety of quick pre-prepared foods in between to sate the appetites of the endless parade of scientists and soldiers who came in at all hours. Being the military commander had its perks, however, and John Sheppard could wheedle-within reason-the cooks on KP duty to let him tinker in the kitchen to prepare a special meal once in a while. As long as he stayed out of their hair, of course. And it helped that they knew perfectly well he wasn’t cooking for just himself.
His breakfast-making mission now complete, John balanced the tray and thermos carefully in his hands as he stepped out of the transporter onto one of the residential floors in the central city. A quick glance around confirmed that the corridor was empty. It was still a bit early for most of the civilians to be up, save anyone who might have been on the graveyard shift, so he hadn’t expected to see anyone. He chuckled and shook his head at the thought. A year ago, he wouldn’t have cared.
But then, a year ago, there hadn’t really been a reason to care.
All that had changed a month ago.
Well, really, it had been six months ago. Six months ago, everything had changed.
He finally arrived, the sensor at the access panel immediately recognizing him and opening the door for him without having to upset the tray’s delicate balance by reaching out to key the lock panel. While on rare occasions it had been a pain in the ass, having the ATA gene and all the things it entailed was something he wouldn’t trade for the world. After all, it had led him here, to this city of crystal and metal floating on a vast alien sea. And to something else he’d never dared dream of.
Six months ago, everything had changed. Beyond all wild hopes and insane fantasies, he had finally found her and brought her home.
He stepped into the living room, letting the door close behind him as he spared a quick glance at the sliding glass doors leading to the bedroom. He set the tray and thermos down on the coffee table, then tiptoed to the glass panels. He quietly slid one aside, peering around the edge.
Perfect. She was still asleep. He had figured she would be tired, after returning late yesterday evening from a trip with Lorne’s team to visit one of Atlantis’s allies on Coalition business. However, he also knew how much she enjoyed being pampered, and he had a feeling she wouldn’t mind being woken up a little early for a treat. After all, they both had the day off today, so there was always the possibility of cuddling up later for a nap to make up for the early wake-up call.
He carefully pulled off his boots, then slid the door open a little more before picking up the tray and thermos. He carried them into the bedroom and set them down on the nightstand closest to the door, then carefully sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers straying to a lock of dark brown hair that had drifted across her forehead.
At the brief touch, Elizabeth’s nose wrinkled a little. John grinned, and leaned over her a little more to deliver a soft kiss to her lips. A contented hum softly vibrated in the back of her throat as she kissed him, and John sat back with a lazy smile as he watched her stretch languidly. Mid-stretch, she opened her eyes and immediately focused on him. Even in a crowded room, she could find him with ease, just as he could find her. Here, when it was just the two of them, the gaze they shared was doubly intense.
She chuckled and pushed herself up on her elbows. The black t-shirt she was wearing-one of his, which made him want to puff out his chest in pride whenever she wore it-did absolutely nothing to hide the curves that graced her slender body. “Enjoying the view, John?”
His smile grew even wider. “Absolutely.”
“Who knew you were such a voyeur?”
“Taking that ceremonial mud bath together on Miros wasn’t enough of a hint for you?”
“And here I thought you were just playing bodyguard.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Only for you, sweetheart.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers again. They might have stayed that way for a while, but they did finally have to come up for air.
“So, was there a reason in particular that you snuck off earlier, or do you just like being mysterious?” she asked with a mischievous smile. Damn, but the woman was good.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” He turned and slid the tray off the nightstand, presenting it with a flourish and settling it across her lap. He whisked away the covers on the dishes, revealing a plate of warm waffles, along with a bowl of whipped cream and another bowl filled with sliced strawberries from the city gardens mixed with rennai berries, a native of the Pegasus Galaxy that closely resembled the blackberry. Her eyes widened appreciatively at the sight.
“Mademoiselle,” he announced in an outrageously exaggerated faux French accent that made her snort and giggle, “may I present malted Belgian waffles with drunken berries and freshly whipped cream?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Drunken berries?”
Here John smirked and continued in the faux accent, explaining, “Oui, mademoiselle. They have been marinating in Grand Marnier overnight to accent their delicate flavor.”
“Grand Marnier?” She grinned. “And you managed to hide that from the cooks, how?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, an impish look in his eyes. “I have my ways.” She chuckled, then speared a couple of berries with the fork and popped them in her mouth. Her eyes instantly closed and a blissful expression came over her face while she chewed and swallowed.
“Mmmm,” she purred. “I may have to take a few more extended trips to our allies if this is the welcome back I can expect.”
“Aw,” he drawled, dropping the faux accent and giving her a pouty look, “and here I was hoping it would be a good bribe to get you to not make so many extended trips.”
She laughed, then spooned some berries and cream onto the waffles before digging in. “Well, then I guess you’ll just have to come with me more often.”
“As long as we get a bath with hot water instead of mud, I’ll take it.” He poured her a cup of coffee from the thermos and passed it over to her, then poured another cup for himself.
Elizabeth slowly inhaled the coffee’s aroma, then took a sip, savoring the taste with another pleased hum. She grinned at him. “Oh, I suppose we might be able to arrange something.”
“I hope so,” he said with a wink. He picked up a second fork and cut a piece from the waffle. Instead of eating it, he held it out to Elizabeth. She raised both eyebrows this time, a slow, speculative smile curving her lips as she reached forward and delicately bit the waffle from the fork.
“So, I take it the lady approves?”
She grinned at him. “Breakfast in bed, hand fed by the hottest man in Atlantis. Dare I ask what else you have planned for today?”
“Oh, wouldn’t you just like to know?”
They both laughed as their stomachs growled in demand for more food, and demolished the contents of the tray in short order, but with just as much playful teasing.
After all, there were other fun things to do in bed besides eat.
by Scary Kitty
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir (well, duh!)
Summary: A very tasty start to a day off in Atlantis.
Warnings/Timeline: post Season 5; Elizabeth’s been rescued from the damn Replicators and she and John are together. The how isn’t important to this story, so fill in the blanks with whatever scenario you like.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate or its characters, blahblahblah. If I did, I would’ve treated them better than the pinheads at MGM did.
Author’s Notes: Story is unbetaed, all mistakes are mine, laugh all you want.
The Atlantis dining hall never slept, serving four hot meals a day and offering a variety of quick pre-prepared foods in between to sate the appetites of the endless parade of scientists and soldiers who came in at all hours. Being the military commander had its perks, however, and John Sheppard could wheedle-within reason-the cooks on KP duty to let him tinker in the kitchen to prepare a special meal once in a while. As long as he stayed out of their hair, of course. And it helped that they knew perfectly well he wasn’t cooking for just himself.
His breakfast-making mission now complete, John balanced the tray and thermos carefully in his hands as he stepped out of the transporter onto one of the residential floors in the central city. A quick glance around confirmed that the corridor was empty. It was still a bit early for most of the civilians to be up, save anyone who might have been on the graveyard shift, so he hadn’t expected to see anyone. He chuckled and shook his head at the thought. A year ago, he wouldn’t have cared.
But then, a year ago, there hadn’t really been a reason to care.
All that had changed a month ago.
Well, really, it had been six months ago. Six months ago, everything had changed.
He finally arrived, the sensor at the access panel immediately recognizing him and opening the door for him without having to upset the tray’s delicate balance by reaching out to key the lock panel. While on rare occasions it had been a pain in the ass, having the ATA gene and all the things it entailed was something he wouldn’t trade for the world. After all, it had led him here, to this city of crystal and metal floating on a vast alien sea. And to something else he’d never dared dream of.
Six months ago, everything had changed. Beyond all wild hopes and insane fantasies, he had finally found her and brought her home.
He stepped into the living room, letting the door close behind him as he spared a quick glance at the sliding glass doors leading to the bedroom. He set the tray and thermos down on the coffee table, then tiptoed to the glass panels. He quietly slid one aside, peering around the edge.
Perfect. She was still asleep. He had figured she would be tired, after returning late yesterday evening from a trip with Lorne’s team to visit one of Atlantis’s allies on Coalition business. However, he also knew how much she enjoyed being pampered, and he had a feeling she wouldn’t mind being woken up a little early for a treat. After all, they both had the day off today, so there was always the possibility of cuddling up later for a nap to make up for the early wake-up call.
He carefully pulled off his boots, then slid the door open a little more before picking up the tray and thermos. He carried them into the bedroom and set them down on the nightstand closest to the door, then carefully sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers straying to a lock of dark brown hair that had drifted across her forehead.
At the brief touch, Elizabeth’s nose wrinkled a little. John grinned, and leaned over her a little more to deliver a soft kiss to her lips. A contented hum softly vibrated in the back of her throat as she kissed him, and John sat back with a lazy smile as he watched her stretch languidly. Mid-stretch, she opened her eyes and immediately focused on him. Even in a crowded room, she could find him with ease, just as he could find her. Here, when it was just the two of them, the gaze they shared was doubly intense.
She chuckled and pushed herself up on her elbows. The black t-shirt she was wearing-one of his, which made him want to puff out his chest in pride whenever she wore it-did absolutely nothing to hide the curves that graced her slender body. “Enjoying the view, John?”
His smile grew even wider. “Absolutely.”
“Who knew you were such a voyeur?”
“Taking that ceremonial mud bath together on Miros wasn’t enough of a hint for you?”
“And here I thought you were just playing bodyguard.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Only for you, sweetheart.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers again. They might have stayed that way for a while, but they did finally have to come up for air.
“So, was there a reason in particular that you snuck off earlier, or do you just like being mysterious?” she asked with a mischievous smile. Damn, but the woman was good.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” He turned and slid the tray off the nightstand, presenting it with a flourish and settling it across her lap. He whisked away the covers on the dishes, revealing a plate of warm waffles, along with a bowl of whipped cream and another bowl filled with sliced strawberries from the city gardens mixed with rennai berries, a native of the Pegasus Galaxy that closely resembled the blackberry. Her eyes widened appreciatively at the sight.
“Mademoiselle,” he announced in an outrageously exaggerated faux French accent that made her snort and giggle, “may I present malted Belgian waffles with drunken berries and freshly whipped cream?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Drunken berries?”
Here John smirked and continued in the faux accent, explaining, “Oui, mademoiselle. They have been marinating in Grand Marnier overnight to accent their delicate flavor.”
“Grand Marnier?” She grinned. “And you managed to hide that from the cooks, how?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, an impish look in his eyes. “I have my ways.” She chuckled, then speared a couple of berries with the fork and popped them in her mouth. Her eyes instantly closed and a blissful expression came over her face while she chewed and swallowed.
“Mmmm,” she purred. “I may have to take a few more extended trips to our allies if this is the welcome back I can expect.”
“Aw,” he drawled, dropping the faux accent and giving her a pouty look, “and here I was hoping it would be a good bribe to get you to not make so many extended trips.”
She laughed, then spooned some berries and cream onto the waffles before digging in. “Well, then I guess you’ll just have to come with me more often.”
“As long as we get a bath with hot water instead of mud, I’ll take it.” He poured her a cup of coffee from the thermos and passed it over to her, then poured another cup for himself.
Elizabeth slowly inhaled the coffee’s aroma, then took a sip, savoring the taste with another pleased hum. She grinned at him. “Oh, I suppose we might be able to arrange something.”
“I hope so,” he said with a wink. He picked up a second fork and cut a piece from the waffle. Instead of eating it, he held it out to Elizabeth. She raised both eyebrows this time, a slow, speculative smile curving her lips as she reached forward and delicately bit the waffle from the fork.
“So, I take it the lady approves?”
She grinned at him. “Breakfast in bed, hand fed by the hottest man in Atlantis. Dare I ask what else you have planned for today?”
“Oh, wouldn’t you just like to know?”
They both laughed as their stomachs growled in demand for more food, and demolished the contents of the tray in short order, but with just as much playful teasing.
After all, there were other fun things to do in bed besides eat.