Lost in You [1/2]
Title Lost in You[1/2]
Fandom Stargate Atlantis
Rating R
Pairing John/Elizabeth
Summary Now that he tasted her lips against his. Now that he was holding her in his arms. Now that he was feeling her soft skin against his, his fingertips unconsciously tracing a bruise on her torso from being gripped roughly by Kolya as he dragged her to the gate....he didn't want to stop. No....he just couldn't.
Warnings Adult Content
Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters in this fic, this event is just a part of my imagination
Notes: Written for sparktober, I was gonna do a fulll one shot fic....but I had to divide it into two because I knew I wasn't going to get it done by my day....but don't worry babies I'll have it by the weekend.
John knew this was wrong. He kept telling himself that as their lips crashed violently. Elizabeth was the leader, the beautiful queen who ran the people of Atlantis with grace and pride. He was just the soldier, the servant who lived to protect her. They were on two different plains of the pyramid. He was not worthy.
And yet...he could not stop himself from pulling her shirt over her head. His lips craved for her kiss as he willingly let her take off his t-shirt. Her hands touched his chest causing his eyes to flutter shut.
"Your heart is racing," she whispered in his ear. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest at the words, "are you nervous?"
Yes, he was. He was a clumsy man when it came to love, which was why he had much more restraint. He loved Elizabeth from the moment he set eyes on her, and it only dangerously increased when she told him he was worth something. It was only now when the city almost sunk by the storm and he lost her three times to the Genii who took over the city...impulse took over. It was not going to end well...with his bad streak it wouldn't.
"If you want to stop...that's fine John," Elizabeth whispered brushing her hand against his cheek. "I won't hold it against you."
John shook his head.
"No," he whispered.
That was the thing. Now that he tasted her lips against his. Now that he was holding her in his arms. Now that he was feeling her soft skin against his, his fingertips unconsciously tracing a bruise on her torso from being gripped roughly by Kolya as he dragged her to the gate....he didn't want to stop. No....he just couldn't.
John's lips crashed Elizabeth's again, this time it was more passionate and animalistic. His tongue plunging into her hot mouth. His body moved against hers, his hard and throbbing groin moving against her body. He slowly coaxed her body onto a table in her room. His hands moved up her stomach and to her chest reaching back to unhook her bra and pulling it off to expose her chest. He almost lost her three times. And he was going to savor every inch of her.
His mouth moved from hers and down her jaw bone. He nudged her head back with his nose. He placed a few tiny kisses on her throat, eliciting an needy moan.
His lips moved in a line down to the center of her chest. His head moved sideways. His tongue poked out from behind his lips and swirled around her nipple. Getting the motion down pact and his breath in a rhythm, he began to gently nibble the hard skin. His hand moved to circle around the other nipple, feeling her heart beat beneath his finger tips.
John felt Elizabeth's hand begin to slide through his dark locks. He felt himself melting into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed. It only intensify the taste of her skin on his tongue and her flowery scent.
"Come on John go harder," Elizabeth moaned huskily, her fingers beginning to massage his scalp.
He nodded his head, nose brushing against her skin. He was willing to serve and willing to protect her at all costs. His head moved to suckle on the other nipple quickly hardening it. His hand moved to trace the skin of her stomach.
In his dreams from the moment he met her, he dreamed of her skin feeling like silk and the color being milky white. It somewhat frightened him that the sight in front of him was what he imagined.
His hand moved down to the waistline of her pants. Deft fingers fumbled with the buckle before pulling it through the loops. The pants fell pooling around her ankles, followed by her panties slipping down.
Both hands reached her thighs. They moved slowly in time his suckling, massaging them, opening them up. His finger slipped between her thighs touching her warm and moist sex. The grip in his hair became tighter causing him to wince as she felt her nails dig into his scalp. She pulled his head away from her breasts and pulled it down between her thighs.
He licked his now moist lips. His mouth watered and his cock hardened at the thought of tasting her. The grip on his hair loosened and her hand ran lovingly through his hair, encouraging him.
"Anytime John," Elizabeth whispered.
"Patience ma'am," John responded in a husky voice causing her to shudder beneath him. It felt a little odd calling her by a proper name in such an intimate movement he couldn't help but be polite.
He took a deep breath through his nose regulating his breathing before pushing his tongue between the lips. To "eat a woman out" as they so called became an art form to John after years of practice. In fact men and women often praised his gracious skills with his mouth. Elizabeth would be no exception to this.
He ran his tongue over the skin of her folds, causing her to gasp. They were slippery and wet just the way he liked it as he lapped in a circular motion, deliberately missing her clit at each round. He went slower than usual. It has always been that way when he was exploring a person for the first time. Elizabeth was new territory. He had to see what she liked and how she liked it. As tasted the sweet nectar of her juices at the tip of his lips, he could tell she was enjoying it.
He hovered his mouth over her hole. He dipped his tongue inside. He used the small muscle to massage the inner walls causing her to illicit a groan. Occasionally he dipped it inside, in and out fucking her with his tongue.
"Oh John," She cried out as John finally wrapped his lips around her clit. He started with a slow gentle pressure, as if he was barely touching her. The hands were back. This time gripping the hair on the back of his neck as if to show her frustration. Gradually he took the small mound of muscle between his teeth and began to use full force. She was immensely enjoying this. He could tell by the way he shuddered beneath her.
"I don't think you realize how incredible you are," Elizabeth said between breathless moans.
It was true, for a long time John felt as though he was worthless, a screw up and above all damaged. She had changed that. Every time she spoke to and encouraged him, it slowly but gradually began to change. As time went on, he started blaming himself less when either something went wrong or someone died. When he thought Elizabeth died at Kolya's hand, it was the first time in a long he truly blamed himself. After all she trusted him - she believed in him - and yet when she needed him he let her down.
But Elizabeth wasn't dead. She was alive, and John could feel her pulse beneath his lips.
"I want to show you how you make me feel," Elizabeth continued breathlessly, "Safety, wonder, and amazement."
"Well." John whispered against her sex causing her to groan beneath him, "then Show me."
Soon enough his head was ripped away from her sex abruptly and pulled up to her eye level. His eyes narrowed in slits as he ran his tongue over the bottom lip getting the excess juices that lingered behind.
"Alright then," she whispered, "get on the bed."
Fandom Stargate Atlantis
Rating R
Pairing John/Elizabeth
Summary Now that he tasted her lips against his. Now that he was holding her in his arms. Now that he was feeling her soft skin against his, his fingertips unconsciously tracing a bruise on her torso from being gripped roughly by Kolya as he dragged her to the gate....he didn't want to stop. No....he just couldn't.
Warnings Adult Content
Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters in this fic, this event is just a part of my imagination
Notes: Written for sparktober, I was gonna do a fulll one shot fic....but I had to divide it into two because I knew I wasn't going to get it done by my day....but don't worry babies I'll have it by the weekend.
John knew this was wrong. He kept telling himself that as their lips crashed violently. Elizabeth was the leader, the beautiful queen who ran the people of Atlantis with grace and pride. He was just the soldier, the servant who lived to protect her. They were on two different plains of the pyramid. He was not worthy.
And yet...he could not stop himself from pulling her shirt over her head. His lips craved for her kiss as he willingly let her take off his t-shirt. Her hands touched his chest causing his eyes to flutter shut.
"Your heart is racing," she whispered in his ear. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest at the words, "are you nervous?"
Yes, he was. He was a clumsy man when it came to love, which was why he had much more restraint. He loved Elizabeth from the moment he set eyes on her, and it only dangerously increased when she told him he was worth something. It was only now when the city almost sunk by the storm and he lost her three times to the Genii who took over the city...impulse took over. It was not going to end well...with his bad streak it wouldn't.
"If you want to stop...that's fine John," Elizabeth whispered brushing her hand against his cheek. "I won't hold it against you."
John shook his head.
"No," he whispered.
That was the thing. Now that he tasted her lips against his. Now that he was holding her in his arms. Now that he was feeling her soft skin against his, his fingertips unconsciously tracing a bruise on her torso from being gripped roughly by Kolya as he dragged her to the gate....he didn't want to stop. No....he just couldn't.
John's lips crashed Elizabeth's again, this time it was more passionate and animalistic. His tongue plunging into her hot mouth. His body moved against hers, his hard and throbbing groin moving against her body. He slowly coaxed her body onto a table in her room. His hands moved up her stomach and to her chest reaching back to unhook her bra and pulling it off to expose her chest. He almost lost her three times. And he was going to savor every inch of her.
His mouth moved from hers and down her jaw bone. He nudged her head back with his nose. He placed a few tiny kisses on her throat, eliciting an needy moan.
His lips moved in a line down to the center of her chest. His head moved sideways. His tongue poked out from behind his lips and swirled around her nipple. Getting the motion down pact and his breath in a rhythm, he began to gently nibble the hard skin. His hand moved to circle around the other nipple, feeling her heart beat beneath his finger tips.
John felt Elizabeth's hand begin to slide through his dark locks. He felt himself melting into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed. It only intensify the taste of her skin on his tongue and her flowery scent.
"Come on John go harder," Elizabeth moaned huskily, her fingers beginning to massage his scalp.
He nodded his head, nose brushing against her skin. He was willing to serve and willing to protect her at all costs. His head moved to suckle on the other nipple quickly hardening it. His hand moved to trace the skin of her stomach.
In his dreams from the moment he met her, he dreamed of her skin feeling like silk and the color being milky white. It somewhat frightened him that the sight in front of him was what he imagined.
His hand moved down to the waistline of her pants. Deft fingers fumbled with the buckle before pulling it through the loops. The pants fell pooling around her ankles, followed by her panties slipping down.
Both hands reached her thighs. They moved slowly in time his suckling, massaging them, opening them up. His finger slipped between her thighs touching her warm and moist sex. The grip in his hair became tighter causing him to wince as she felt her nails dig into his scalp. She pulled his head away from her breasts and pulled it down between her thighs.
He licked his now moist lips. His mouth watered and his cock hardened at the thought of tasting her. The grip on his hair loosened and her hand ran lovingly through his hair, encouraging him.
"Anytime John," Elizabeth whispered.
"Patience ma'am," John responded in a husky voice causing her to shudder beneath him. It felt a little odd calling her by a proper name in such an intimate movement he couldn't help but be polite.
He took a deep breath through his nose regulating his breathing before pushing his tongue between the lips. To "eat a woman out" as they so called became an art form to John after years of practice. In fact men and women often praised his gracious skills with his mouth. Elizabeth would be no exception to this.
He ran his tongue over the skin of her folds, causing her to gasp. They were slippery and wet just the way he liked it as he lapped in a circular motion, deliberately missing her clit at each round. He went slower than usual. It has always been that way when he was exploring a person for the first time. Elizabeth was new territory. He had to see what she liked and how she liked it. As tasted the sweet nectar of her juices at the tip of his lips, he could tell she was enjoying it.
He hovered his mouth over her hole. He dipped his tongue inside. He used the small muscle to massage the inner walls causing her to illicit a groan. Occasionally he dipped it inside, in and out fucking her with his tongue.
"Oh John," She cried out as John finally wrapped his lips around her clit. He started with a slow gentle pressure, as if he was barely touching her. The hands were back. This time gripping the hair on the back of his neck as if to show her frustration. Gradually he took the small mound of muscle between his teeth and began to use full force. She was immensely enjoying this. He could tell by the way he shuddered beneath her.
"I don't think you realize how incredible you are," Elizabeth said between breathless moans.
It was true, for a long time John felt as though he was worthless, a screw up and above all damaged. She had changed that. Every time she spoke to and encouraged him, it slowly but gradually began to change. As time went on, he started blaming himself less when either something went wrong or someone died. When he thought Elizabeth died at Kolya's hand, it was the first time in a long he truly blamed himself. After all she trusted him - she believed in him - and yet when she needed him he let her down.
But Elizabeth wasn't dead. She was alive, and John could feel her pulse beneath his lips.
"I want to show you how you make me feel," Elizabeth continued breathlessly, "Safety, wonder, and amazement."
"Well." John whispered against her sex causing her to groan beneath him, "then Show me."
Soon enough his head was ripped away from her sex abruptly and pulled up to her eye level. His eyes narrowed in slits as he ran his tongue over the bottom lip getting the excess juices that lingered behind.
"Alright then," she whispered, "get on the bed."