"Office Space" SGA Ficlit (third part of Better Late Than Never)
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis, if I did, season 4 would be different. *grin* The grand high Mucky Mucks own it, alas and alack. I am making no money from this ficlit and no copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity to any story not my own is coincidence and because frelling is frakking in any universe. *smirk*
Title: Office Space(a third part to Better Later Than Never)
Genre: SGA; John/Elizabeth; smutty, smut, smut ficlit; AU of course
Rating: NC-17; rated for graphic sex
Timeline: Sometime during Season 4
Warning: Based on certain assumptions in regards to Season 4 spoilers. And well, it's me so, include high sugar/sap content. *grin* Also, please note the rating, I don't want to offend anyone! And I may have been a little mean to Sam Carter... I know it's not fair, but hey, Lizzie is my favorite character... *grumps*
Note: Time break indicated by ellipses and boldface.
This is another quick continuation of Better Later Than Never and Dream a Little Dream
Please be aware that this is back to NC-17. I know, I know this story is really jumping around ratings-wise.
Office Space
John took a moment to admire the beauty of seeing Elizabeth framed by the doorway of Atlantis’ tower office. Her hair was longer than he remembered it being and it curled down in dark waves to the middle of her bare back. The light green summer dress that she wore curved tightly over her hips and fell gracefully down to a spot just above her knee. Elegant Roman sandals laced their way up her leg to mid-calf, emphasizing the lovely length of her limb and making her seem even more feminine.
“Are you going to just stand there watching me?” she asked dryly, her back still to him.
“There’s the woman I know and love,” John teased. He made his way over to her and stood close enough to feel her warmth, but not touching. “I don’t think that I’ve ever really seen you in a dress before.”
Elizabeth made a small sound of agreement.
John slipped a gentle hand through her curls, letting them tangle briefly around his fingers.
“And your hair’s longer…” He brought his lips to her ear. “I like it…” he breathed, causing her to shiver slightly.
He used the fingertips of both hands then to trace the open curved edge of her dress. “This is nice too,” he murmured as his hands came to linger at the small of her back.
“You like it?” Elizabeth asked in a soft voice.
“Oh, most definitely,” John assured her, brushing her hair aside so that he could trace his fingertip up and then down the subtle contour of her spine before slipping both hands around her waist. He splayed them flat against her stomach and pulled gently to bring her tight against him.
“Most definitely,” he repeated, nuzzling her neck as she titled her head to the left.
His hands drifted slowly upward and Elizabeth shivered again.
“And green is your color…” John murmured into the curved of her shoulder.
His hands reached the lowest point of the V neckline of Elizabeth’s dress. They lingered there only a moment before he used his fingertips to trace the open edge of the fabric, careful to keep his touch feather light.
“And this…” John said quietly when his hands reached the knot at the back of Elizabeth’s neck. He started to slowly loosen it. “Is intriguing…”
“Intriguing?” Elizabeth asked somewhat breathlessly.
“Mmmm…” he replied. “Makes me want to see what happens when…” he finished opening the knot and let the loose ends drift down.
“Ohh…” Elizabeth sighed.
John slipped his hands back around to her waist so that he could slowly pull the loosened fabric of her dress down.
“Oh, I definitely like this dress,” John said with a smile in his voice.
His hands drifted upward once more until he reached the soft skin beneath Elizabeth’s breasts. He hesitated a moment, teasing her before beginning a slow caressing circle around each breast.
“John…” Elizabeth protested when his fingertips traced around her dusky areolas but left her nipples untouched.
Still he teased her, sending his fingertips back into an outward spiral before beginning another slow caress inward.
“John…” she almost pleaded when again he only circled her nipples. “John if you don’t…”
“What?” he interrupted her. “If I don’t do what…this?” he drawled, his voice still smiling when he finally brushed his fingertips over her nipples.
Elizabeth sighed and arched into his touch, her back bowing and her hips pressing against him in the movement. John’s automatic response was to rock his own hips against her.
“Lizabeth…”
She gasped, moving her hips against him as he continued to caress her until, with an almost growl, John grabbed them.
“Lizabeth…”
He gathered the fabric her dress up so that he could slip an impatient hand beneath the soft folds.
“I need to feel you…” he said in something that was almost a plea; almost a demand.
“Yes…”
John pushed her underwear aside and slid a finger slowly into her. Trapped between his hand and his hips, Elizabeth shuddered, moaning.
“John…”
“I have you…” he murmured, moving his hand slowly and gently as his hips rocked against hers. Deft fingers found just the right spot and rhythm, and he listened to every wordless whisper of her body attentively. With tender inexorability, he pushed her to the edge and held her tightly when he felt her tumble over it with a joyous cry.
“I will never get tired of seeing that,” he murmured into her ear as she shivered softly in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Elizabeth gave an almost unexpectedly giddy laugh.
“Or hearing that,” John added.
“I had almost forgotten,” she whispered.
“Let me remind you of a few other things then,” John said in a husky voice.
“Desk…” he murmured into her ear with a low rumble before giving a small laugh, because even without seeing it, he knew that she had a single eyebrow raised in response.
He kissed her temple lightly and repeated, “Desk…”
Carefully he walked them toward the office desk, nuzzling her neck as he did so.
“You’ve thought about this,” Elizabeth said softly.
“Maybe…” John admitted as he kicked off his boots and shucked out of his pants and boxers. “A little…” he shrugged out of his black shirt.
“Maybe?” she asked, starting to turn to face him.
John stopped her gently, keeping her back to him as he slid his hands back around her hips. “I might have had a thought or two. Maybe a dream…” he confessed.
“Mmm…”
He pressed himself to her, satisfied when she sighed as he did so. “But none like this.”
John’s hands traveled upward as he nuzzled Elizabeth’s neck, trailing kisses to her shoulder.
“This is perfect,” he breathed into her warm skin.
He brushed his fingertips over her nipples, smiling when she gasped in pleasure.
“This is real…”
John slipped his hands back down her sides and then under her dress, helping Elizabeth to step out of her underwear. He urged her forward gently until she was bracing herself on the desk with her hands.
“This is you…”
He trailed his hand down the curve of her back, admiring.
“And me…” His hand traveled in a caress up the contour of her spine.
“Together…” he breathed as he brought both of his hands to Elizabeth’s hips, gathering up the fabric of her dress.
“I’ve been waiting for you for what seems like forever.”
“I… I’m…”
“I know,” he reassured her. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”
“I am…” she sighed.
Slowly, John slid into her, his low moan tangling with Elizabeth’s. His hands tightened on her hips as he thrust into her, savoring the feeling of having her with him completely. He buried his face in her hair and thrust harder.
“Oh God…” she rewarded him with her pleasured cry.
John chased her to the edge, but didn’t follow as she cried out. Instead, he held her tight to him as she shook with release and stepped back only when her trembling slowly became soft shivers.
Elizabeth finally turned to face John.
“And hello to you too,” she said with a small smile.
He grinned and watched her step out of her dress and sandals. She titled her head to the side, considering his naked form with a brief look of honest admiration.
“Couch…” she said with the playfully wicked smile that he had dreamed of seeing again for months.
“You’ve thought of this,” he teased while she lead him to the couch.
Elizabeth directed him to sit down. “Maybe a little…” she admitted with a grin. She settled herself lightly on his lap. “When you’d been particularly charming that day…”
She tangled her hands in his wild hair and proceeded to kiss him breathless.
“Or attractive…” she finally admitted when she had had a chance to catch her own breath.
He gave her a self-satisfied smirk. “Attractive?” he teased. “Elizabeth, you think I’m hot,” he said with a wide grin.
Elizabeth blushed but didn’t deny the statement. John gave a very masculine chuckle and she blushed even deeper before suddenly getting a wicked gleam in her eye. Ever so slowly, she began to rock.
John’s laughter stopped abruptly and instead his head went back with a low moan. She trailed her hands down his chest and he shivered before giving another low moan when her fingertips brushed over his nipples.
“Lizabeth…”
She brought her mouth to his nipple, dancing her tongue over his skin.
“Oh God… ‘Lizabeth…”
She trailed hot kisses up to his shoulder as she continued to rock her hips, bringing the tip of him just inside of her before moving herself back.
“I’ve thought about doing this here…” she murmured. “I used to wonder what it would be like to have you inside of me.”
John licked his lips and held back another moan so he could take in every word.
“When I first realized that there was a possibility that I could fall in love with you, sometimes after you came back from a dangerous mission, I used to imagine reassuring myself that you were alive by making love to you on this couch.”
She shifted, bringing him just a little bit deeper as she rocked.
“Then… I used to imagine what it might be like if you came to me here, late at night. I’d think about what I wanted, but knew I couldn’t have.”
Elizabeth trailed her hands down his chest and back up to his shoulders, bracing herself.
“When they told me General Carter was coming to take my place, I wished that I had said something; done something. I wished that I had kissed you on the balcony, just once…”
She gripped John’s shoulders tightly.
“I wished that I had told you about how I danced as Aurora in The Sleeping Beauty. Or how I went to Yale because my father wanted me to go to Harvard.”
Elizabeth gave a long sigh of pleasure as she finally slid down the length of John’s erection. He spread his hands on her hips, holding onto her as he thrust upward.
“Oh God, Elizabeth…”
She tilted her head, and her hair fell down around him.
“Beth…” she murmured. “I’m your Beth…”
“Yes…” he agreed.
“Yes…” she whispered, shifting to take him even deeper. Then there were no more words, just the sweet pull of his gravity to hers and hers back to him until Elizabeth came with a bright, joyous cry that John added his own ragged breath to.
Eventually, Elizabeth rested her forehead on John’s.
“Did I tell you how much I like that dress,” he said then with a shameless grin.
“I’m glad,” she replied with a smile of her own…
John tried to not look back over to the couch as he sat in front of General Carter at her desk. Of course, that just brought his attention back to the desk itself.
“Colonel?” Samantha asked, clearly not amused with her military commander’s inattention to what she was trying to say.
John sat up straighter and met his CO’s gaze. “Yes, Ma’am?”
“Is it just my imagination, or have you failed to hear a word I’ve said?” Sam asked, not trying to hide the irritation in her voice.
“Yes, General; I mean, no General… I mean, I have been listening General.”
“Sometimes Colonel, I have to question some of Dr. Weir’s choices.”
John knew that she was clearly referring to his own inclusion in the Atlantis project. “Yes, Ma’am,” he responded, though of course the mention of Elizabeth briefly brought his glance back to the couch.
Samantha tracked his gaze. “Is there something particularly interesting about the couch, Colonel?” she asked dryly.
John gave the General a startled look and thought that it was entirely possible that she could see the faint flush to his skin. He was certain when she gave him a piercing look.
“No Ma’am,” he replied finally.
“Dismissed, Colonel.”
John rose to attention.
“And Colonel Sheppard, I want that report on my desk by 0800.”
He glanced at the desk, the memory of a green dress vivid in his mind. He tried to not notice the General’s impatient and questioning look. “Yes, Ma’am” he replied, only smiling when he had finally turned his back and walked out of the office...
Title: Office Space(a third part to Better Later Than Never)
Genre: SGA; John/Elizabeth; smutty, smut, smut ficlit; AU of course
Rating: NC-17; rated for graphic sex
Timeline: Sometime during Season 4
Warning: Based on certain assumptions in regards to Season 4 spoilers. And well, it's me so, include high sugar/sap content. *grin* Also, please note the rating, I don't want to offend anyone! And I may have been a little mean to Sam Carter... I know it's not fair, but hey, Lizzie is my favorite character... *grumps*
Note: Time break indicated by ellipses and boldface.
This is another quick continuation of Better Later Than Never and Dream a Little Dream
Please be aware that this is back to NC-17. I know, I know this story is really jumping around ratings-wise.
Office Space
John took a moment to admire the beauty of seeing Elizabeth framed by the doorway of Atlantis’ tower office. Her hair was longer than he remembered it being and it curled down in dark waves to the middle of her bare back. The light green summer dress that she wore curved tightly over her hips and fell gracefully down to a spot just above her knee. Elegant Roman sandals laced their way up her leg to mid-calf, emphasizing the lovely length of her limb and making her seem even more feminine.
“Are you going to just stand there watching me?” she asked dryly, her back still to him.
“There’s the woman I know and love,” John teased. He made his way over to her and stood close enough to feel her warmth, but not touching. “I don’t think that I’ve ever really seen you in a dress before.”
Elizabeth made a small sound of agreement.
John slipped a gentle hand through her curls, letting them tangle briefly around his fingers.
“And your hair’s longer…” He brought his lips to her ear. “I like it…” he breathed, causing her to shiver slightly.
He used the fingertips of both hands then to trace the open curved edge of her dress. “This is nice too,” he murmured as his hands came to linger at the small of her back.
“You like it?” Elizabeth asked in a soft voice.
“Oh, most definitely,” John assured her, brushing her hair aside so that he could trace his fingertip up and then down the subtle contour of her spine before slipping both hands around her waist. He splayed them flat against her stomach and pulled gently to bring her tight against him.
“Most definitely,” he repeated, nuzzling her neck as she titled her head to the left.
His hands drifted slowly upward and Elizabeth shivered again.
“And green is your color…” John murmured into the curved of her shoulder.
His hands reached the lowest point of the V neckline of Elizabeth’s dress. They lingered there only a moment before he used his fingertips to trace the open edge of the fabric, careful to keep his touch feather light.
“And this…” John said quietly when his hands reached the knot at the back of Elizabeth’s neck. He started to slowly loosen it. “Is intriguing…”
“Intriguing?” Elizabeth asked somewhat breathlessly.
“Mmmm…” he replied. “Makes me want to see what happens when…” he finished opening the knot and let the loose ends drift down.
“Ohh…” Elizabeth sighed.
John slipped his hands back around to her waist so that he could slowly pull the loosened fabric of her dress down.
“Oh, I definitely like this dress,” John said with a smile in his voice.
His hands drifted upward once more until he reached the soft skin beneath Elizabeth’s breasts. He hesitated a moment, teasing her before beginning a slow caressing circle around each breast.
“John…” Elizabeth protested when his fingertips traced around her dusky areolas but left her nipples untouched.
Still he teased her, sending his fingertips back into an outward spiral before beginning another slow caress inward.
“John…” she almost pleaded when again he only circled her nipples. “John if you don’t…”
“What?” he interrupted her. “If I don’t do what…this?” he drawled, his voice still smiling when he finally brushed his fingertips over her nipples.
Elizabeth sighed and arched into his touch, her back bowing and her hips pressing against him in the movement. John’s automatic response was to rock his own hips against her.
“Lizabeth…”
She gasped, moving her hips against him as he continued to caress her until, with an almost growl, John grabbed them.
“Lizabeth…”
He gathered the fabric her dress up so that he could slip an impatient hand beneath the soft folds.
“I need to feel you…” he said in something that was almost a plea; almost a demand.
“Yes…”
John pushed her underwear aside and slid a finger slowly into her. Trapped between his hand and his hips, Elizabeth shuddered, moaning.
“John…”
“I have you…” he murmured, moving his hand slowly and gently as his hips rocked against hers. Deft fingers found just the right spot and rhythm, and he listened to every wordless whisper of her body attentively. With tender inexorability, he pushed her to the edge and held her tightly when he felt her tumble over it with a joyous cry.
“I will never get tired of seeing that,” he murmured into her ear as she shivered softly in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Elizabeth gave an almost unexpectedly giddy laugh.
“Or hearing that,” John added.
“I had almost forgotten,” she whispered.
“Let me remind you of a few other things then,” John said in a husky voice.
“Desk…” he murmured into her ear with a low rumble before giving a small laugh, because even without seeing it, he knew that she had a single eyebrow raised in response.
He kissed her temple lightly and repeated, “Desk…”
Carefully he walked them toward the office desk, nuzzling her neck as he did so.
“You’ve thought about this,” Elizabeth said softly.
“Maybe…” John admitted as he kicked off his boots and shucked out of his pants and boxers. “A little…” he shrugged out of his black shirt.
“Maybe?” she asked, starting to turn to face him.
John stopped her gently, keeping her back to him as he slid his hands back around her hips. “I might have had a thought or two. Maybe a dream…” he confessed.
“Mmm…”
He pressed himself to her, satisfied when she sighed as he did so. “But none like this.”
John’s hands traveled upward as he nuzzled Elizabeth’s neck, trailing kisses to her shoulder.
“This is perfect,” he breathed into her warm skin.
He brushed his fingertips over her nipples, smiling when she gasped in pleasure.
“This is real…”
John slipped his hands back down her sides and then under her dress, helping Elizabeth to step out of her underwear. He urged her forward gently until she was bracing herself on the desk with her hands.
“This is you…”
He trailed his hand down the curve of her back, admiring.
“And me…” His hand traveled in a caress up the contour of her spine.
“Together…” he breathed as he brought both of his hands to Elizabeth’s hips, gathering up the fabric of her dress.
“I’ve been waiting for you for what seems like forever.”
“I… I’m…”
“I know,” he reassured her. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”
“I am…” she sighed.
Slowly, John slid into her, his low moan tangling with Elizabeth’s. His hands tightened on her hips as he thrust into her, savoring the feeling of having her with him completely. He buried his face in her hair and thrust harder.
“Oh God…” she rewarded him with her pleasured cry.
John chased her to the edge, but didn’t follow as she cried out. Instead, he held her tight to him as she shook with release and stepped back only when her trembling slowly became soft shivers.
Elizabeth finally turned to face John.
“And hello to you too,” she said with a small smile.
He grinned and watched her step out of her dress and sandals. She titled her head to the side, considering his naked form with a brief look of honest admiration.
“Couch…” she said with the playfully wicked smile that he had dreamed of seeing again for months.
“You’ve thought of this,” he teased while she lead him to the couch.
Elizabeth directed him to sit down. “Maybe a little…” she admitted with a grin. She settled herself lightly on his lap. “When you’d been particularly charming that day…”
She tangled her hands in his wild hair and proceeded to kiss him breathless.
“Or attractive…” she finally admitted when she had had a chance to catch her own breath.
He gave her a self-satisfied smirk. “Attractive?” he teased. “Elizabeth, you think I’m hot,” he said with a wide grin.
Elizabeth blushed but didn’t deny the statement. John gave a very masculine chuckle and she blushed even deeper before suddenly getting a wicked gleam in her eye. Ever so slowly, she began to rock.
John’s laughter stopped abruptly and instead his head went back with a low moan. She trailed her hands down his chest and he shivered before giving another low moan when her fingertips brushed over his nipples.
“Lizabeth…”
She brought her mouth to his nipple, dancing her tongue over his skin.
“Oh God… ‘Lizabeth…”
She trailed hot kisses up to his shoulder as she continued to rock her hips, bringing the tip of him just inside of her before moving herself back.
“I’ve thought about doing this here…” she murmured. “I used to wonder what it would be like to have you inside of me.”
John licked his lips and held back another moan so he could take in every word.
“When I first realized that there was a possibility that I could fall in love with you, sometimes after you came back from a dangerous mission, I used to imagine reassuring myself that you were alive by making love to you on this couch.”
She shifted, bringing him just a little bit deeper as she rocked.
“Then… I used to imagine what it might be like if you came to me here, late at night. I’d think about what I wanted, but knew I couldn’t have.”
Elizabeth trailed her hands down his chest and back up to his shoulders, bracing herself.
“When they told me General Carter was coming to take my place, I wished that I had said something; done something. I wished that I had kissed you on the balcony, just once…”
She gripped John’s shoulders tightly.
“I wished that I had told you about how I danced as Aurora in The Sleeping Beauty. Or how I went to Yale because my father wanted me to go to Harvard.”
Elizabeth gave a long sigh of pleasure as she finally slid down the length of John’s erection. He spread his hands on her hips, holding onto her as he thrust upward.
“Oh God, Elizabeth…”
She tilted her head, and her hair fell down around him.
“Beth…” she murmured. “I’m your Beth…”
“Yes…” he agreed.
“Yes…” she whispered, shifting to take him even deeper. Then there were no more words, just the sweet pull of his gravity to hers and hers back to him until Elizabeth came with a bright, joyous cry that John added his own ragged breath to.
Eventually, Elizabeth rested her forehead on John’s.
“Did I tell you how much I like that dress,” he said then with a shameless grin.
“I’m glad,” she replied with a smile of her own…
John tried to not look back over to the couch as he sat in front of General Carter at her desk. Of course, that just brought his attention back to the desk itself.
“Colonel?” Samantha asked, clearly not amused with her military commander’s inattention to what she was trying to say.
John sat up straighter and met his CO’s gaze. “Yes, Ma’am?”
“Is it just my imagination, or have you failed to hear a word I’ve said?” Sam asked, not trying to hide the irritation in her voice.
“Yes, General; I mean, no General… I mean, I have been listening General.”
“Sometimes Colonel, I have to question some of Dr. Weir’s choices.”
John knew that she was clearly referring to his own inclusion in the Atlantis project. “Yes, Ma’am,” he responded, though of course the mention of Elizabeth briefly brought his glance back to the couch.
Samantha tracked his gaze. “Is there something particularly interesting about the couch, Colonel?” she asked dryly.
John gave the General a startled look and thought that it was entirely possible that she could see the faint flush to his skin. He was certain when she gave him a piercing look.
“No Ma’am,” he replied finally.
“Dismissed, Colonel.”
John rose to attention.
“And Colonel Sheppard, I want that report on my desk by 0800.”
He glanced at the desk, the memory of a green dress vivid in his mind. He tried to not notice the General’s impatient and questioning look. “Yes, Ma’am” he replied, only smiling when he had finally turned his back and walked out of the office...