Fic: Trouble
Title: Trouble
Author: angelqueen04
Summary: She’s tied him to her bed, he’s naked, has a raging hard-on, and she’s barely laid a hand on him.
Type/Pairings: Evan Lorne/Elizabeth Weir
Main Characters: Evan Lorne, Elizabeth Weir
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit sex
Spoilers: A little for Season 3 in general, nothing all that specific.
Beta: havocthecat
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I make no money off of it. I just wish I'd thought of it in the first place. *sulk*
Author's Notes: This is the belated birthday fic for miera_c, who is Awesomeness personified. She requested something involving Lorne, and, well, who can resist the Lorne Porn? :D Happy (Belated) Birthday, Miera! *glops*
Feedback: Yes please! :D
Evan Lorne thinks Elizabeth Weir is going to kill him. He’d always thought that there was more to her than the façade of stern and proper expedition leader that she puts on when she leaves her quarters in the morning. He found out that his suppositions were correct months ago, but he never once thought he’d find death at her hands.
That has to be her goal. She’s tied him to her bed, he’s naked, has a raging hard-on, and she’s barely laid a hand on him.
He tugs in vain at the restraints. “Elizabeth,” he pleads.
She only smirks at him, standing beside the bed without a stitch of clothing to cover her. “Maybe this will teach you, Evan,” she says, her voice low and throaty. “This will teach you to just up and leave for Earth and not send any word the entire time.”
He hears her words, and he tries to consider them seriously, but does she expect him to concentrate when her hands are touching her breasts lightly and tweaking her nipples? If any heterosexual male could do that, Evan would love to meet him. Maybe pick up a few tips while he’s at it.
“Like what you see, Evan?” she asks, her voice still barely above a whisper. “Do you remember what you left?” He watches her right hand brushing over her stomach, going lower. Oh lord, going there as she spreads her legs just enough to give him a perfect view. Evan can only groan inarticulately.
She is still smirking. Yeah, she is trying to kill him all right, but Evan can’t think of any better ways to go in the Pegasus galaxy. Hell, he can’t think of a better way to go anyplace.
He watches her fingers dance over her clit for several moments until she stops. He is so close to the edge now and he thinks she knows it. She’s bent on torture because of his extended leave. Okay, he didn’t think to write while on his extended leave, he was insensitive, so he probably deserves a little torment, but this?
Elizabeth stares at him, her expression inscrutable. Then, slowly, she reaches out and draws a brief line across his abdomen with a single finger. His muscles twitch and his cock jumps at the unexpected contact. “’Lizabeth,” he grunts through gritted teeth.
“Yes, Evan?” she asks, her voice suddenly sweet and innocent.
“What do I have to do?” he demands, staring up at her. She may have him now, he thinks, but revenge later will be even sweeter. If he isn’t dead, that is.
She considers his words, but doesn’t answer him. Just when he thinks he’s going to have a chance to calm down a little, the very thought jumps out the window. Instead, she lowers herself onto the bed, falling gently onto her knees, and then drapes herself over his left side. It’s a little awkward at first, with his arm held up in the soft, strong restraints, but she manages to maneuver her head around them to rest it on his shoulder. When she slides her leg across his, straddling his left thigh, his blood starts to rage even more as he feels her wet core.
For several moments, he waits, trying to anticipate her next move, but she just rests there. Evan shifts as much as his restraints permit.
“Impatient, are you?” she asks teasingly, now stroking up and down his abdomen, dipping slightly lower each time.
Evan doesn’t answer, all of his concentration on the movement of her hand. When her fingers finally reach his cock, first brushing over it lightly and then finally wrapping around it, he lets out a sound resembling both a sigh and a groan. When Elizabeth begins to move her hand up and down his shaft, his eyes close and his hips buck. She stops instantly.
He opens his eyes and stares at her incredulously, but her manner is unyielding. “Hold still,” she commands. “You left, so you don’t get to do what you want just yet.”
She starts moving her hand again and it’s only by sheer willpower that his body only twitches slightly instead of rising up off the bed yet again. His obedience apparently pleases her, because she doesn’t stop. He’s been on the edge so long that it doesn’t take long before he’s barely able to restrain a sob.
“Evan,” Elizabeth suddenly whispers, her own voice beginning to sound strained.
“’Liz’beth…”
Evan nearly chokes when she stops again, but before he can protest, beg, or apologize profusely, Elizabeth is moving again. He watches, still dazed as she straddles him and his breath catches as she rubs her cunt against his stomach. She chooses that moment then to reach up and release his arms from the silken restraints.
His arms come down, his shoulders aching from their lack of movement, but Evan is quickly distracted from the burning muscles when she takes his hands in hers and rests them on her breasts.
She doesn’t say anything, but really, she doesn’t have to. His body is still on fire and when he shifts his body just enough to get her to slide down toward his hips and she doesn’t protest, Evan takes the initiative and slides inside her. Feeling her hot, wet sheath surround him, he groans and sits up to latch his lips on her left breast, trying to distract himself from exploding right there inside of her.
He suckles on her nipple, running his tongue across it and even tugging a little with her teeth. A strangled sound gets caught in her throat and one of her hands comes up behind his head, her fingers running through his hair furiously. He switches his focus to her right breast, giving it the same attention as the other.
“Evan,” Elizabeth chokes out. Thinking she might be trying to get him to slow down, Evan decides to turn the tables on her just a little. His lips move up from her breast, lingering on her collarbone while he slides one hand down her stomach. As he reaches her thatch of dark hair, Evan pauses. He kisses his way up her neck, brushing along her jaw, inching toward her lips.
She jerks her hips as best she can, trying to draw his fingers lower. He considers tormenting her a bit, as revenge for what she put him through, but he can feel his cock twitching. Revenge later, he decides.
When Evan’s fingers make the final movement to slide between Elizabeth’s soaked folds where they are joined together, she cries out. He finds her clit and rubs it, and her hips buck wildly in response. “Evan!”
Her feral response is enough. Removing his fingers, Evan grasps Elizabeth’s hips tightly. She raises herself up and slams herself back down. He moans and falls back.
Elizabeth takes over again, her hands going to his chest as she slides up and down on his cock. He stares up into her flushed face, seeing just how close she is and feeling his balls tighten; he’s close as well. He returns his fingers to her clit and strokes it, gasping when her vaginal walls squeeze him. Nonetheless, he continues and within seconds, she cries out her release.
Evan’s own moans mingle with Elizabeth’s as her climax triggers his own. Through the fog of pleasure, he manages to pull her down, wanting as much of her body as possible in contact with him. Her breasts press against his chest, her knees tuck in tightly at his sides.
After several moments, Evan hears Elizabeth whimper slightly and he looks down at her. “My legs,” she breathes, wincing. He nods, and then releases his grip on her, allowing her to slide off to his right and stretch out her legs. Her head rests on her chest and his hand moves to stroke the skin of her side.
“So,” he asks, “am I forgiven?”
She laughs. “I suppose so,” she answers. She moves her head enough so that their gazes lock. “Just don’t vanish on me like that again,” she adds. Her voice is light, but he sees the hint of vulnerability in her eyes. Neither of them speaks seriously of any connection between them, knowing the realities of their positions on Atlantis, but that has never stopped him from feeling what he feels for her.
Flowery speeches aren’t for them, so he settles for teasing her and hoping that she’ll see what lies beyond the jokes. Evan grins, “I don’t know. My life tends to get pretty interesting when I do.” He refers to the first time they slept together, after the Genii kidnapped him and his team the year before.
Elizabeth stares at him, her intense eyes taking his measure. Finally, she smirks in reply. “You are trouble, Evan Lorne. Nothing but trouble.”
Author: angelqueen04
Summary: She’s tied him to her bed, he’s naked, has a raging hard-on, and she’s barely laid a hand on him.
Type/Pairings: Evan Lorne/Elizabeth Weir
Main Characters: Evan Lorne, Elizabeth Weir
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Explicit sex
Spoilers: A little for Season 3 in general, nothing all that specific.
Beta: havocthecat
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and I make no money off of it. I just wish I'd thought of it in the first place. *sulk*
Author's Notes: This is the belated birthday fic for miera_c, who is Awesomeness personified. She requested something involving Lorne, and, well, who can resist the Lorne Porn? :D Happy (Belated) Birthday, Miera! *glops*
Feedback: Yes please! :D
Evan Lorne thinks Elizabeth Weir is going to kill him. He’d always thought that there was more to her than the façade of stern and proper expedition leader that she puts on when she leaves her quarters in the morning. He found out that his suppositions were correct months ago, but he never once thought he’d find death at her hands.
That has to be her goal. She’s tied him to her bed, he’s naked, has a raging hard-on, and she’s barely laid a hand on him.
He tugs in vain at the restraints. “Elizabeth,” he pleads.
She only smirks at him, standing beside the bed without a stitch of clothing to cover her. “Maybe this will teach you, Evan,” she says, her voice low and throaty. “This will teach you to just up and leave for Earth and not send any word the entire time.”
He hears her words, and he tries to consider them seriously, but does she expect him to concentrate when her hands are touching her breasts lightly and tweaking her nipples? If any heterosexual male could do that, Evan would love to meet him. Maybe pick up a few tips while he’s at it.
“Like what you see, Evan?” she asks, her voice still barely above a whisper. “Do you remember what you left?” He watches her right hand brushing over her stomach, going lower. Oh lord, going there as she spreads her legs just enough to give him a perfect view. Evan can only groan inarticulately.
She is still smirking. Yeah, she is trying to kill him all right, but Evan can’t think of any better ways to go in the Pegasus galaxy. Hell, he can’t think of a better way to go anyplace.
He watches her fingers dance over her clit for several moments until she stops. He is so close to the edge now and he thinks she knows it. She’s bent on torture because of his extended leave. Okay, he didn’t think to write while on his extended leave, he was insensitive, so he probably deserves a little torment, but this?
Elizabeth stares at him, her expression inscrutable. Then, slowly, she reaches out and draws a brief line across his abdomen with a single finger. His muscles twitch and his cock jumps at the unexpected contact. “’Lizabeth,” he grunts through gritted teeth.
“Yes, Evan?” she asks, her voice suddenly sweet and innocent.
“What do I have to do?” he demands, staring up at her. She may have him now, he thinks, but revenge later will be even sweeter. If he isn’t dead, that is.
She considers his words, but doesn’t answer him. Just when he thinks he’s going to have a chance to calm down a little, the very thought jumps out the window. Instead, she lowers herself onto the bed, falling gently onto her knees, and then drapes herself over his left side. It’s a little awkward at first, with his arm held up in the soft, strong restraints, but she manages to maneuver her head around them to rest it on his shoulder. When she slides her leg across his, straddling his left thigh, his blood starts to rage even more as he feels her wet core.
For several moments, he waits, trying to anticipate her next move, but she just rests there. Evan shifts as much as his restraints permit.
“Impatient, are you?” she asks teasingly, now stroking up and down his abdomen, dipping slightly lower each time.
Evan doesn’t answer, all of his concentration on the movement of her hand. When her fingers finally reach his cock, first brushing over it lightly and then finally wrapping around it, he lets out a sound resembling both a sigh and a groan. When Elizabeth begins to move her hand up and down his shaft, his eyes close and his hips buck. She stops instantly.
He opens his eyes and stares at her incredulously, but her manner is unyielding. “Hold still,” she commands. “You left, so you don’t get to do what you want just yet.”
She starts moving her hand again and it’s only by sheer willpower that his body only twitches slightly instead of rising up off the bed yet again. His obedience apparently pleases her, because she doesn’t stop. He’s been on the edge so long that it doesn’t take long before he’s barely able to restrain a sob.
“Evan,” Elizabeth suddenly whispers, her own voice beginning to sound strained.
“’Liz’beth…”
Evan nearly chokes when she stops again, but before he can protest, beg, or apologize profusely, Elizabeth is moving again. He watches, still dazed as she straddles him and his breath catches as she rubs her cunt against his stomach. She chooses that moment then to reach up and release his arms from the silken restraints.
His arms come down, his shoulders aching from their lack of movement, but Evan is quickly distracted from the burning muscles when she takes his hands in hers and rests them on her breasts.
She doesn’t say anything, but really, she doesn’t have to. His body is still on fire and when he shifts his body just enough to get her to slide down toward his hips and she doesn’t protest, Evan takes the initiative and slides inside her. Feeling her hot, wet sheath surround him, he groans and sits up to latch his lips on her left breast, trying to distract himself from exploding right there inside of her.
He suckles on her nipple, running his tongue across it and even tugging a little with her teeth. A strangled sound gets caught in her throat and one of her hands comes up behind his head, her fingers running through his hair furiously. He switches his focus to her right breast, giving it the same attention as the other.
“Evan,” Elizabeth chokes out. Thinking she might be trying to get him to slow down, Evan decides to turn the tables on her just a little. His lips move up from her breast, lingering on her collarbone while he slides one hand down her stomach. As he reaches her thatch of dark hair, Evan pauses. He kisses his way up her neck, brushing along her jaw, inching toward her lips.
She jerks her hips as best she can, trying to draw his fingers lower. He considers tormenting her a bit, as revenge for what she put him through, but he can feel his cock twitching. Revenge later, he decides.
When Evan’s fingers make the final movement to slide between Elizabeth’s soaked folds where they are joined together, she cries out. He finds her clit and rubs it, and her hips buck wildly in response. “Evan!”
Her feral response is enough. Removing his fingers, Evan grasps Elizabeth’s hips tightly. She raises herself up and slams herself back down. He moans and falls back.
Elizabeth takes over again, her hands going to his chest as she slides up and down on his cock. He stares up into her flushed face, seeing just how close she is and feeling his balls tighten; he’s close as well. He returns his fingers to her clit and strokes it, gasping when her vaginal walls squeeze him. Nonetheless, he continues and within seconds, she cries out her release.
Evan’s own moans mingle with Elizabeth’s as her climax triggers his own. Through the fog of pleasure, he manages to pull her down, wanting as much of her body as possible in contact with him. Her breasts press against his chest, her knees tuck in tightly at his sides.
After several moments, Evan hears Elizabeth whimper slightly and he looks down at her. “My legs,” she breathes, wincing. He nods, and then releases his grip on her, allowing her to slide off to his right and stretch out her legs. Her head rests on her chest and his hand moves to stroke the skin of her side.
“So,” he asks, “am I forgiven?”
She laughs. “I suppose so,” she answers. She moves her head enough so that their gazes lock. “Just don’t vanish on me like that again,” she adds. Her voice is light, but he sees the hint of vulnerability in her eyes. Neither of them speaks seriously of any connection between them, knowing the realities of their positions on Atlantis, but that has never stopped him from feeling what he feels for her.
Flowery speeches aren’t for them, so he settles for teasing her and hoping that she’ll see what lies beyond the jokes. Evan grins, “I don’t know. My life tends to get pretty interesting when I do.” He refers to the first time they slept together, after the Genii kidnapped him and his team the year before.
Elizabeth stares at him, her intense eyes taking his measure. Finally, she smirks in reply. “You are trouble, Evan Lorne. Nothing but trouble.”