swficathon Fic: Break From Routine (NC-17)
Title: Break From Routine
Author: angelqueen04
Rating: NC-17
Recipient: grav_ity
Word Count: 2,271
Prompt: John and Elizabeth have sex. It isn't funny, awkward, silly or particularly creative; they're just really comfortable and... homey.
Beta: havocthecat
Spoilers: N/a
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or any associated characters.
Author's Notes: I wrote Sparky porn! *twirls*
It wasn't the sun that woke Elizabeth that morning. It had been cloudy for days, which signaled rain, or possibly even an on-coming storm. It wasn't her radio that woke her, which was unusual in and of itself. For once, there was no crisis to interrupt the one day where she didn't rush to get to her office. There was a schedule and new arrivals on the way, but all necessary preparations had been made.
No, what woke Elizabeth that morning was the sensation of John getting up from the bed. It was strange. She was a light sleeper, yes, but never particularly sensitive to the motions of her mattress. But when she felt the mattress shift, her eyes snapped open. She groaned and buried her face back into her pillow.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"Why are you up?" Elizabeth asked, her voice muffled.
"It’s a surprise."
She barely heard his words as she started to drift back to sleep. She heard the muffled sounds of the shower running, but she didn't pay much attention to them. However, when her body was hit with a whole lot of cool air, Elizabeth couldn’t restrain a small shriek of surprise. John stood next to her, dropping the blanket onto the floor.
"What-"
Elizabeth's question was cut off when John suddenly bent down and slid one arm under her knees and the other beneath her back, lifting her up. She gasped and her hands clenched on his shirt.
“John! What are you doing?” she demanded.
He grinned at her. “You’re awake, so you might as well join me.”
Elizabeth pursed her lips, but didn’t protest when he maneuvered them both into the bathroom. John put her back onto her feet and tugged her clothing off. Admitting defeat, she helped, sliding her shorts off after he had discarded her shirt.
He started to push her into the shower. “John,” she protested even as she moved in, “I wanted to sleep in-”
“You can go back to sleep after this if you want,” John interrupted, following her in and forcing her to move under the spray.
The cascading water was pleasantly warm, enough that Elizabeth wasn’t inclined to move out immediately. Instead she just sighed and started to reach for the body wash, only to have John’s hand intercept hers and push it away. She looked up at him, a little annoyed.
He just smiled. “Relax, Elizabeth,” he told her. “Let me do it.”
She stared at him for several moments, and then finally shrugged. She was too tired to fight him on this. He took up her scented shampoo and squeezed some out onto his hands. “Trade spots with me,” he instructed.
The shower stall was on the large side, so it wasn’t difficult for them to move around one another. Elizabeth leaned forward against the wall, giving John room to reach up to her hair.
His fingers massaged her scalp methodically, focusing on one area at a time. Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered closed and she inhaled deeply. They so rarely had time to do things like this given their erratic schedules, so this was an unusual treat. She sighed quietly.
Elizabeth’s eyes shot open again when she felt John press up behind her, his lips brushing her shoulder. She could feel his half-hard cock rest against the cleft of her ass, but when she moved to turn around to face him, he leaned in closer. “Shh,” he whispered, “no. Stay there.”
Normally, Elizabeth would have taken exception to being ordered about, but she felt so relaxed at this point that she let it pass. She could always get back at him later if he took it too far.
He continued to wash her hair, then moved again, maneuvering her back to her original spot under the water. Her scalp had already been sensitized by John’s administrations and Elizabeth couldn’t restrain a gasp when the water splashed against her head, washing away the soap.
John gently tilted her head back, running his fingertips through her hair as the water swept through it. Elizabeth reached out, touching his side, trying to get closer, but again, he stopped her. She glared at him, but he just grinned at her. She rolled her eyes.
Next, he grabbed her body wash and poured a small amount on her bath puff. His fingers rubbed it, coaxing the soap into a creamy lather. Elizabeth watched them. Those fingers could work magic when he let them.
This time John didn’t have to maneuver her away from the water, she moved quickly enough herself.
He smirked. “Eager. Looks like you’re awake now.”
Elizabeth didn’t reply, but watched him as he began to rub the puff over her body, covering her in lather. Her stomach, her chest, and then down her breasts. Elizabeth sucked in a quick breath. “John…”
He didn’t reply. Instead John knelt down and ran the puff up her right leg, and then down her left one. He paused at the space between her thighs, the puff falling at her feet, and then he glanced up.
“Yes,” she breathed, staring down at him. When he parted her legs and slid his soap-covered fingers into her folds, he brushed over her clit. Immediately, Elizabeth’s hips jerked at the sensation. She groaned. “John!”
John still said nothing, but she could just imagine the smug grin on his lips, the one that she couldn’t decide whether or not to slap or kiss off his face. Arrogant, smug, wonderful bastard.
His fingers both danced across and circled her clit, the suds only adding to feeling, and God, he was good. It didn’t take much to make her come with stars exploding in her eyes. Elizabeth would have slid down to the floor had John not stood up and put her under the spray once more to rinse away the soap.
When John turned the water off several moments later, Elizabeth paused before following him out of the stall. The Ancients had excellent plumbing, but she could honestly say she had never felt this clean after a shower. She glanced at John as she stepped out, and laughed to herself.
She let him wrap a towel around her, but as he started to rub it up and down her arms and back, Elizabeth leaned forward and kissed him. This time, John didn’t stop her. His hands continued rubbing the soft cloth up and down her arms, though this time at a slower, more sensual pace. Then the towel slipped and fell at their feet.
“’Lizabeth,” John breathed. His eyes were steadily growing darker as he stared at her.
Elizabeth didn’t reply and just moved closer, pressing her breasts against his chest. The skin on skin contact made them both groan and John’s control finally broke. He grasped her hands and pulled her out of the bathroom, towards the bed. She certainly didn’t try to stop him.
Surprisingly, John’s bout of fierceness didn’t last and he was quite gentle when he pushed her down on their bed. He quickly joined her lying next to her on his side and holding his head up with his right arm. His other hand touched her stomach and began stroking her already-chilled skin. Elizabeth sighed, feeling comfortable despite the fact that she was still damp, but she knew John was dripping water since he hadn’t dried himself off. “We’re going to have to change the sheets,” she murmured.
His lips twitched. “Don’t worry about it,” he answered as he leaned down to kiss her.
She was very much aware that John’s lips were capable of coaxing almost any reaction out of her, but it was doubly so when his hands got involved. His palm brushed over her right nipple, causing Elizabeth to groan into his mouth. She started to reach for him, wanting more contact, but he only pushed her arm back down and returned to her breast. She gasped at the feeling.
His lips wandered from her mouth to her jaw, then down her neck. He nibbled lightly on her collarbone, drawing a gasp from her lips. The pleasurable feeling didn’t stop when John moved down to her chest, drawing her left nipple into his mouth. His tongue ran over the tip; Elizabeth groaned and her back arched up. “John!”
The vibrations of John’s throaty chuckle jolted her even further, especially when his left hand left her breast and started moving lower, stroking the skin of her belly. Elizabeth’s concentration was divided between the sensations of John’s mouth and hand, but she was keenly aware that his fingers were dipping lower, brushing through the dark curls nestled between her legs. Her hips lifted off the mattress, pushing against him.
John let go of her right nipple and moved to the left, lavishing it with the same attention the first one had received. Elizabeth couldn’t hold still any longer. Her hand came up to his head, pressing him close and running her fingers through his damp hair. She mimicked what he had done for her in the shower, and smiled when he moaned against her chest.
Elizabeth’s triumph was short-lived, as she nearly choked when John’s fingers began to circle her clit. “John,” she hissed, her hand clutching his hair tightly.
He didn’t chuckle this time, but Elizabeth could picture the smirk on his face. He knew how well he could wind her up during sex, and he was using that knowledge, the smug bastard.
Any irritation she had vanished when John started moving, pressing kisses between her breasts and then lower, on her abdomen. She spread her legs, watching him breathlessly as he settled between them. His eyes locked with hers, burning intensely as he lowered his head to her wet center. His tongue ran along her lips and then delved in further to brush her clit, causing Elizabeth’s head to snap back against her pillow. “God…”
“Not really,” John muttered before returning to his self-appointed task of driving her completely insane. His touch was erratic, sometimes pressing her clit firmly while at other times just brushing it lightly before moving away. Elizabeth’s eyes slid shut and her hands clenched at her pillow on either side of her head as she struggled not to thrust her hips into John’s face. The struggle to breathe-or even think coherently-was one she was rapidly losing.
Just when she thought she could take no more, John stopped, leaving her body trembling and just short of release. She opened her eyes, ready to demand that he tell her what he was thinking, but was quickly stopped when John slid upwards again, his lips clashing with hers as his hips settled into the cradle of her thighs. Elizabeth grasped his hair again, moaning into his mouth when she felt him reach down and guide his cock into her.
His thrusts were long, slow, and steady. Elizabeth could see in John’s eyes the amount of control he was exercising, fighting the urge to plunge into her hard and fast. It was a battle, one he would not let her win when he threaded his fingers with hers, keeping them pressed against the mattress and not letting her touch him. Elizabeth tried to shift, wiggle, anything to increase his tempo. His current rhythm was driving her mad, keeping her from falling over the edge.
“John, I,” she sighed, continuing to struggle, “I can’t-”
John heard her pleas, and at last took pity on her. Releasing her hands, he increased his pace, leaning back just enough to change his angle of penetration. At last able to move, Elizabeth grasped his ass, trying to make him move in even faster.
Her climax started slow, but then picked up in speed and intensity, continuing even as John kept thrusting into her body. Her scream was muffled only by his mouth when he finally exploded inside her, making her orgasm soar up even higher. Elizabeth was certain she could see stars behind her eyelids. Her breath came in short gasps, and she was sure every muscle in her body was trembling as her body slowly relaxed.
When she could finally begin to think rationally again, Elizabeth opened her eyes and took stock of her surroundings. John was still on top of her, his face buried against her neck, pressing faint kisses there, and his penis softening inside her. He held himself up by putting his weight on his arms, but she could see them shaking.
Elizabeth reached up and started to gently push him over to her left. “Come on, John,” she murmured softly.
He followed the directions of her hands and slid out of her, then landed on his side. When she lay back down, her eyes met his and she couldn’t keep the smile from her face. Of course, that was enough to make John smirk. If she’d had the energy, she’d have rolled her eyes. The smug bastard had returned.
“I take it you like this kind of morning routine?” he asked.
Elizabeth stretched languidly. “I have no complaints,” she answered, keeping her voice cool and smooth. She eyed him speculatively. “I may have to do this more often to be sure, though.”
John snorted. “You? Take more mornings off? I’ve been trying to convince you to do that for over a year. If I’d known this was what it would take, I would have done it years ago.” His green eyes danced with mischief. “At least now I know what it takes to get you to rest more.”
Elizabeth’s response was to grab her pillow out from under her head and swat him with it.
Author: angelqueen04
Rating: NC-17
Recipient: grav_ity
Word Count: 2,271
Prompt: John and Elizabeth have sex. It isn't funny, awkward, silly or particularly creative; they're just really comfortable and... homey.
Beta: havocthecat
Spoilers: N/a
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or any associated characters.
Author's Notes: I wrote Sparky porn! *twirls*
It wasn't the sun that woke Elizabeth that morning. It had been cloudy for days, which signaled rain, or possibly even an on-coming storm. It wasn't her radio that woke her, which was unusual in and of itself. For once, there was no crisis to interrupt the one day where she didn't rush to get to her office. There was a schedule and new arrivals on the way, but all necessary preparations had been made.
No, what woke Elizabeth that morning was the sensation of John getting up from the bed. It was strange. She was a light sleeper, yes, but never particularly sensitive to the motions of her mattress. But when she felt the mattress shift, her eyes snapped open. She groaned and buried her face back into her pillow.
"Sorry," he whispered.
"Why are you up?" Elizabeth asked, her voice muffled.
"It’s a surprise."
She barely heard his words as she started to drift back to sleep. She heard the muffled sounds of the shower running, but she didn't pay much attention to them. However, when her body was hit with a whole lot of cool air, Elizabeth couldn’t restrain a small shriek of surprise. John stood next to her, dropping the blanket onto the floor.
"What-"
Elizabeth's question was cut off when John suddenly bent down and slid one arm under her knees and the other beneath her back, lifting her up. She gasped and her hands clenched on his shirt.
“John! What are you doing?” she demanded.
He grinned at her. “You’re awake, so you might as well join me.”
Elizabeth pursed her lips, but didn’t protest when he maneuvered them both into the bathroom. John put her back onto her feet and tugged her clothing off. Admitting defeat, she helped, sliding her shorts off after he had discarded her shirt.
He started to push her into the shower. “John,” she protested even as she moved in, “I wanted to sleep in-”
“You can go back to sleep after this if you want,” John interrupted, following her in and forcing her to move under the spray.
The cascading water was pleasantly warm, enough that Elizabeth wasn’t inclined to move out immediately. Instead she just sighed and started to reach for the body wash, only to have John’s hand intercept hers and push it away. She looked up at him, a little annoyed.
He just smiled. “Relax, Elizabeth,” he told her. “Let me do it.”
She stared at him for several moments, and then finally shrugged. She was too tired to fight him on this. He took up her scented shampoo and squeezed some out onto his hands. “Trade spots with me,” he instructed.
The shower stall was on the large side, so it wasn’t difficult for them to move around one another. Elizabeth leaned forward against the wall, giving John room to reach up to her hair.
His fingers massaged her scalp methodically, focusing on one area at a time. Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered closed and she inhaled deeply. They so rarely had time to do things like this given their erratic schedules, so this was an unusual treat. She sighed quietly.
Elizabeth’s eyes shot open again when she felt John press up behind her, his lips brushing her shoulder. She could feel his half-hard cock rest against the cleft of her ass, but when she moved to turn around to face him, he leaned in closer. “Shh,” he whispered, “no. Stay there.”
Normally, Elizabeth would have taken exception to being ordered about, but she felt so relaxed at this point that she let it pass. She could always get back at him later if he took it too far.
He continued to wash her hair, then moved again, maneuvering her back to her original spot under the water. Her scalp had already been sensitized by John’s administrations and Elizabeth couldn’t restrain a gasp when the water splashed against her head, washing away the soap.
John gently tilted her head back, running his fingertips through her hair as the water swept through it. Elizabeth reached out, touching his side, trying to get closer, but again, he stopped her. She glared at him, but he just grinned at her. She rolled her eyes.
Next, he grabbed her body wash and poured a small amount on her bath puff. His fingers rubbed it, coaxing the soap into a creamy lather. Elizabeth watched them. Those fingers could work magic when he let them.
This time John didn’t have to maneuver her away from the water, she moved quickly enough herself.
He smirked. “Eager. Looks like you’re awake now.”
Elizabeth didn’t reply, but watched him as he began to rub the puff over her body, covering her in lather. Her stomach, her chest, and then down her breasts. Elizabeth sucked in a quick breath. “John…”
He didn’t reply. Instead John knelt down and ran the puff up her right leg, and then down her left one. He paused at the space between her thighs, the puff falling at her feet, and then he glanced up.
“Yes,” she breathed, staring down at him. When he parted her legs and slid his soap-covered fingers into her folds, he brushed over her clit. Immediately, Elizabeth’s hips jerked at the sensation. She groaned. “John!”
John still said nothing, but she could just imagine the smug grin on his lips, the one that she couldn’t decide whether or not to slap or kiss off his face. Arrogant, smug, wonderful bastard.
His fingers both danced across and circled her clit, the suds only adding to feeling, and God, he was good. It didn’t take much to make her come with stars exploding in her eyes. Elizabeth would have slid down to the floor had John not stood up and put her under the spray once more to rinse away the soap.
When John turned the water off several moments later, Elizabeth paused before following him out of the stall. The Ancients had excellent plumbing, but she could honestly say she had never felt this clean after a shower. She glanced at John as she stepped out, and laughed to herself.
She let him wrap a towel around her, but as he started to rub it up and down her arms and back, Elizabeth leaned forward and kissed him. This time, John didn’t stop her. His hands continued rubbing the soft cloth up and down her arms, though this time at a slower, more sensual pace. Then the towel slipped and fell at their feet.
“’Lizabeth,” John breathed. His eyes were steadily growing darker as he stared at her.
Elizabeth didn’t reply and just moved closer, pressing her breasts against his chest. The skin on skin contact made them both groan and John’s control finally broke. He grasped her hands and pulled her out of the bathroom, towards the bed. She certainly didn’t try to stop him.
Surprisingly, John’s bout of fierceness didn’t last and he was quite gentle when he pushed her down on their bed. He quickly joined her lying next to her on his side and holding his head up with his right arm. His other hand touched her stomach and began stroking her already-chilled skin. Elizabeth sighed, feeling comfortable despite the fact that she was still damp, but she knew John was dripping water since he hadn’t dried himself off. “We’re going to have to change the sheets,” she murmured.
His lips twitched. “Don’t worry about it,” he answered as he leaned down to kiss her.
She was very much aware that John’s lips were capable of coaxing almost any reaction out of her, but it was doubly so when his hands got involved. His palm brushed over her right nipple, causing Elizabeth to groan into his mouth. She started to reach for him, wanting more contact, but he only pushed her arm back down and returned to her breast. She gasped at the feeling.
His lips wandered from her mouth to her jaw, then down her neck. He nibbled lightly on her collarbone, drawing a gasp from her lips. The pleasurable feeling didn’t stop when John moved down to her chest, drawing her left nipple into his mouth. His tongue ran over the tip; Elizabeth groaned and her back arched up. “John!”
The vibrations of John’s throaty chuckle jolted her even further, especially when his left hand left her breast and started moving lower, stroking the skin of her belly. Elizabeth’s concentration was divided between the sensations of John’s mouth and hand, but she was keenly aware that his fingers were dipping lower, brushing through the dark curls nestled between her legs. Her hips lifted off the mattress, pushing against him.
John let go of her right nipple and moved to the left, lavishing it with the same attention the first one had received. Elizabeth couldn’t hold still any longer. Her hand came up to his head, pressing him close and running her fingers through his damp hair. She mimicked what he had done for her in the shower, and smiled when he moaned against her chest.
Elizabeth’s triumph was short-lived, as she nearly choked when John’s fingers began to circle her clit. “John,” she hissed, her hand clutching his hair tightly.
He didn’t chuckle this time, but Elizabeth could picture the smirk on his face. He knew how well he could wind her up during sex, and he was using that knowledge, the smug bastard.
Any irritation she had vanished when John started moving, pressing kisses between her breasts and then lower, on her abdomen. She spread her legs, watching him breathlessly as he settled between them. His eyes locked with hers, burning intensely as he lowered his head to her wet center. His tongue ran along her lips and then delved in further to brush her clit, causing Elizabeth’s head to snap back against her pillow. “God…”
“Not really,” John muttered before returning to his self-appointed task of driving her completely insane. His touch was erratic, sometimes pressing her clit firmly while at other times just brushing it lightly before moving away. Elizabeth’s eyes slid shut and her hands clenched at her pillow on either side of her head as she struggled not to thrust her hips into John’s face. The struggle to breathe-or even think coherently-was one she was rapidly losing.
Just when she thought she could take no more, John stopped, leaving her body trembling and just short of release. She opened her eyes, ready to demand that he tell her what he was thinking, but was quickly stopped when John slid upwards again, his lips clashing with hers as his hips settled into the cradle of her thighs. Elizabeth grasped his hair again, moaning into his mouth when she felt him reach down and guide his cock into her.
His thrusts were long, slow, and steady. Elizabeth could see in John’s eyes the amount of control he was exercising, fighting the urge to plunge into her hard and fast. It was a battle, one he would not let her win when he threaded his fingers with hers, keeping them pressed against the mattress and not letting her touch him. Elizabeth tried to shift, wiggle, anything to increase his tempo. His current rhythm was driving her mad, keeping her from falling over the edge.
“John, I,” she sighed, continuing to struggle, “I can’t-”
John heard her pleas, and at last took pity on her. Releasing her hands, he increased his pace, leaning back just enough to change his angle of penetration. At last able to move, Elizabeth grasped his ass, trying to make him move in even faster.
Her climax started slow, but then picked up in speed and intensity, continuing even as John kept thrusting into her body. Her scream was muffled only by his mouth when he finally exploded inside her, making her orgasm soar up even higher. Elizabeth was certain she could see stars behind her eyelids. Her breath came in short gasps, and she was sure every muscle in her body was trembling as her body slowly relaxed.
When she could finally begin to think rationally again, Elizabeth opened her eyes and took stock of her surroundings. John was still on top of her, his face buried against her neck, pressing faint kisses there, and his penis softening inside her. He held himself up by putting his weight on his arms, but she could see them shaking.
Elizabeth reached up and started to gently push him over to her left. “Come on, John,” she murmured softly.
He followed the directions of her hands and slid out of her, then landed on his side. When she lay back down, her eyes met his and she couldn’t keep the smile from her face. Of course, that was enough to make John smirk. If she’d had the energy, she’d have rolled her eyes. The smug bastard had returned.
“I take it you like this kind of morning routine?” he asked.
Elizabeth stretched languidly. “I have no complaints,” she answered, keeping her voice cool and smooth. She eyed him speculatively. “I may have to do this more often to be sure, though.”
John snorted. “You? Take more mornings off? I’ve been trying to convince you to do that for over a year. If I’d known this was what it would take, I would have done it years ago.” His green eyes danced with mischief. “At least now I know what it takes to get you to rest more.”
Elizabeth’s response was to grab her pillow out from under her head and swat him with it.