"Walking Elizabeth Home" Cam/Elizabeth Fic (2/12)
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate of course, the grand high Mucky Mucks do, nevertheless, no copyright infringement is intended. No money was made from this, and any similarity to any other story not my own is coincidence.
Title: Walking Elizabeth Home
Genre: Fluff/romance; smut
Rating: This part is still PG, maybe PG-13
Timeline: Sometime early season 4 for SGA
Note: Spoilers for the cast change that most know about, but just so you're warned, I used the spoilers and ran with them. Also, while the fic is rated NC-17 over-all, I think that maybe you could read everything but those parts and still get the gist of the story, since, honestly, it's just a relationship plot.
Timebreaks indicated by typeface change and ellipses.
Cameron leaned against the doorframe of the open door of the Odyssey’s small gym and contemplated the picture before him. Elizabeth, in a small green tank top and black workout pants, rested only on her arms on a white bamboo yoga mat covering the gym floor. The remainder of her body was arched up and back, her legs curving all the way around to allow her to bring her feet to her shoulders.
“Now that… looks painful,” Cameron said as he entered the gym.
Elizabeth gave him a slight smile, still keeping her eyes closed. “It’s actually very peaceful and soothing,” she countered. “You should try it. It can be quite helpful…” she opened her eyes to look at him. “For curbing restlessness,” she teased with a grin.
“There’s no way I’m turning myself into a pretzel, no matter how bored I get. Besides,” he replied. “There’s something slightly unnatural about that. The human body should not bend that way.”
“All it takes is the proper amount of self discipline and concentration, “ Elizabeth said with a look to him from under dark lashes. “I could show you.”
“Oh, I’m sure you could, and I’ve got self discipline and concentration in spades… you’re still not getting me to turn myself into a pretzel,” Cameron vowed.
Elizabeth smiled in response but otherwise said nothing more, even as Cameron continued to watch her. After a few moments she relaxed her pose and got up to stretch, very conscious of the fact that the colonel kept his attention focused on her.
“Well, I’ll give you your space,” she offered, rolling up her yoga mat tightly and giving her body one last stretch before turning to go.
“Wait.”
Elizabeth stopped.
“What was that you just did?”
“What? This?” she asked, stretching her body out in one fluid movement.
Cameron smiled. “I may not be able to turn myself into a pretzel, but that I can do.” He braced his feet in what looked like a fighting stance. “And if I can do that, you can do this,” he said.
Elizabeth gave him a mild look. “I’m not learning how to fight, even if it is without guns. Colonel Sheppard tried to get me…”
“Who said anything about fighting?” Cameron interrupted.
Elizabeth indicated the colonel’s stance with small gesture of her hand.
“This… is… not fighting…” Cameron said, moving gracefully through a what looked like a martial art kata in slow motion. “This… is Tai chi chuan…”
“Colonel…”
“Cam…” he interrupted.
“What?” she asked, startled out of what she was going to say.
“Not colonel,” he explained patiently. “Cam, my name’s Cam. We’ve had this discussion. If we’re going to be stuck in a tin can in space for three months, then I’m Cam…” he continued, holding his hand to his chest a moment before giving her smile. “And you’re Lizzie.”
He grinned when she raised an eyebrow at the use of the nickname. “Would you prefer, Beth?” he offered.
“Liz then…” he amended with another lopsided grin when he saw her expression. “And as I was saying, Liz, this…” he moved again slowly. “Is not fighting…” he assured her. “Not if you choose to use it another way.”
He walked over to her and took the yoga mat from her hand before setting it aside. “And it,” he said. “Would be perfect for you.”
Again, she raised an eyebrow, but kept her eyes on him as Cameron stepped back and slowly moved through a form that flowed like water. Elizabeth watched, and found herself a little surprised to see just how graceful the colonel could be. It was like a dance, and she found herself admiring the beauty of it, even though she knew that it was an extension of combat.
Unexpectedly, she also found herself admiring the man as well. Elizabeth was fascinated by the play of muscles working smoothly beneath his skin and the way his fluid movements flowed like water. Cameron had an innate sort of grace for the controlled forms that he was showing her and a disciplined awareness of his own body and how it was meant to move.
Elizabeth was almost surprised to feel her own body respond quietly to what she was seeing, but before she could examine the reaction more closely, Cameron was walking toward her.
“Okay enough just standing there watching…come here, Liz,” he directed, startling Elizabeth by grabbing her hand and walking her over to an open space in the gym.
“Now,” he said. “First thing…”
The colonel moved to stand behind Elizabeth and reached out to lay his hands lightly over her wrists, gripping gently.
“Relax,” he prompted her lightly, and Elizabeth realized that she had tensed up when he had taken her wrists in his hands. “I don’t bite my friends,” he teased.
“What about other people?” Elizabeth asked before she could stop herself.
“Well now,” he drawled. “That depends entirely on the situation and if they’re asking for it.”
He laughed in the face of her expression and brought a hand up to smooth it lightly over her upraised bow.
“Watch out,” he said. “As my momma would say, your face is going to freeze like that,” he teased.
“Now, relax Elizabeth,” he directed, once more turning his attention back to teaching her. “And follow me.”
He moved through a fairly simple form, guiding her with his own hands and body.
“Remember, it’s all about letting your body flow and just directing it where you need it to be, like a river.”
He lead her smoothly into another form.
“Let the forms flow into each other… serenity,” he continued in a quiet tone. “But make each one clear and true to itself…”
“That’s the self discipline and concentration part,” he added, his tone taking on a note of good natured teasing.
Cameron guided Elizabeth out of the last form but didn’t move from behind her and kept his light grip on her wrists. His breath was warm against her ear.
“Cinnamon?” he asked after a moment.
“What?” she asked, bemused by the seeming non sequitur.
“Cinnamon? In your shampoo maybe?” Cameron asked again, breathing the scent in a little more deeply for a moment.
“What…oh… oh yes, it must be,” Elizabeth replied somewhat breathlessly.
“And something else,” he continued, his voice almost a murmur.
“Ahh… ylang ylang I think,” she said, suddenly trying to ignore how close his lips were to brushing her ear.
“It’s nice,” Cameron offered, speaking softly. “Different… it suits you…”
“Thank you,” she replied in a tone as quiet as his.
For a moment, they stood poised at the edge of something unexpected between them.
“So…there’s more I assume,” Elizabeth spoke first, unsure if she were trying to step into, or away from the moment.
“Oh, yeah…” Cameron replied before stepping away and walking around to stand in front of her.
Elizabeth suddenly realized that she wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or disappointed that Cameron had taken her words as a prompt to continue the lesson. But before she could consider it further, the colonel directed her attention immediately back to him.
“Now… just follow me,” he instructed, turning his efforts back to teaching Elizabeth and leading her patiently through more of the flowing forms of Tai chi chuan.
“See… I told you… perfect,” the colonel said after several minutes, watching the former Atlantean leader move with the grace that he had noticed underlay even her everyday movements.
“It is very similar to dance,” Elizabeth observed.
“That’s it,” Cameron said in sudden understanding.
“What’s it?” she asked, stopping to look at the colonel.
“Why you’re so damn graceful,” he replied. “Dancing; that’s it.”
Elizabeth didn’t know which surprised her more, the implied compliment, or that fact that Cameron must have been watching her more closely than she had thought.
“I’m guessing… ballet, right?” He gave her a grin. “You probably danced as Aurora, Clara, the whole ballet ingénue thing.”
He gave a good natured laugh at her expression. “Hey there’s more to this flyboy than meets the eye. I’m not just another pretty face you know.” Then before she could say anything he added, “Of course, so are you.” He gave her another lopsided grin. “And did you know that you do this extremely cute blushing thing when you get a compliment?” he teased gently.
Elizabeth felt the light heat of the blush on her cheeks. Cameron’s grin turned shameless. “I may have to call you pretty more often, though I’m not sure it fits, because you’re a lot closer to beautiful than just pretty.”
“Cameron Mitchell, you are a shameless flirt,” Elizabeth accused, trying to regain her equilibrium.
“In this case… true,” he replied with a laugh. “But it doesn’t make what I said any less true.” He smiled when he saw her blush again then quietly sobered when he saw her expression change.
“You’re just lucky Colonel that you’re not my type,” Elizabeth said with a slow playful smile.
“Oh…and why is that?” Cameron asked, curious to know what she would make of the question.
“Because if you were,” Elizabeth replied, still with a warm smile. Slowly she walked forward, invading his personal space. “Then I might just flirt back… and maybe…” She brought her lips to his, close enough that she could almost kiss him. “I could help you with your restlessness in all sorts of…” She paused, enjoying the way his energy changed to have her so near. “Interesting and satisfying ways…” she murmured.
Elizabeth smiled and laughed playfully when she saw him swallow. Then she turned on her heel.
“See you at breakfast, Colonel,” she said, gathering up her yoga mat and walking out of the gym.
Cameron released a breath he hadn’t know he was holding. “Sure…just as soon as I take a nice cold shower,” he said under his breath before grinning in the direction of the open doorway that Elizabeth had just left by…
Title: Walking Elizabeth Home
Genre: Fluff/romance; smut
Rating: This part is still PG, maybe PG-13
Timeline: Sometime early season 4 for SGA
Note: Spoilers for the cast change that most know about, but just so you're warned, I used the spoilers and ran with them. Also, while the fic is rated NC-17 over-all, I think that maybe you could read everything but those parts and still get the gist of the story, since, honestly, it's just a relationship plot.
Timebreaks indicated by typeface change and ellipses.
Cameron leaned against the doorframe of the open door of the Odyssey’s small gym and contemplated the picture before him. Elizabeth, in a small green tank top and black workout pants, rested only on her arms on a white bamboo yoga mat covering the gym floor. The remainder of her body was arched up and back, her legs curving all the way around to allow her to bring her feet to her shoulders.
“Now that… looks painful,” Cameron said as he entered the gym.
Elizabeth gave him a slight smile, still keeping her eyes closed. “It’s actually very peaceful and soothing,” she countered. “You should try it. It can be quite helpful…” she opened her eyes to look at him. “For curbing restlessness,” she teased with a grin.
“There’s no way I’m turning myself into a pretzel, no matter how bored I get. Besides,” he replied. “There’s something slightly unnatural about that. The human body should not bend that way.”
“All it takes is the proper amount of self discipline and concentration, “ Elizabeth said with a look to him from under dark lashes. “I could show you.”
“Oh, I’m sure you could, and I’ve got self discipline and concentration in spades… you’re still not getting me to turn myself into a pretzel,” Cameron vowed.
Elizabeth smiled in response but otherwise said nothing more, even as Cameron continued to watch her. After a few moments she relaxed her pose and got up to stretch, very conscious of the fact that the colonel kept his attention focused on her.
“Well, I’ll give you your space,” she offered, rolling up her yoga mat tightly and giving her body one last stretch before turning to go.
“Wait.”
Elizabeth stopped.
“What was that you just did?”
“What? This?” she asked, stretching her body out in one fluid movement.
Cameron smiled. “I may not be able to turn myself into a pretzel, but that I can do.” He braced his feet in what looked like a fighting stance. “And if I can do that, you can do this,” he said.
Elizabeth gave him a mild look. “I’m not learning how to fight, even if it is without guns. Colonel Sheppard tried to get me…”
“Who said anything about fighting?” Cameron interrupted.
Elizabeth indicated the colonel’s stance with small gesture of her hand.
“This… is… not fighting…” Cameron said, moving gracefully through a what looked like a martial art kata in slow motion. “This… is Tai chi chuan…”
“Colonel…”
“Cam…” he interrupted.
“What?” she asked, startled out of what she was going to say.
“Not colonel,” he explained patiently. “Cam, my name’s Cam. We’ve had this discussion. If we’re going to be stuck in a tin can in space for three months, then I’m Cam…” he continued, holding his hand to his chest a moment before giving her smile. “And you’re Lizzie.”
He grinned when she raised an eyebrow at the use of the nickname. “Would you prefer, Beth?” he offered.
“Liz then…” he amended with another lopsided grin when he saw her expression. “And as I was saying, Liz, this…” he moved again slowly. “Is not fighting…” he assured her. “Not if you choose to use it another way.”
He walked over to her and took the yoga mat from her hand before setting it aside. “And it,” he said. “Would be perfect for you.”
Again, she raised an eyebrow, but kept her eyes on him as Cameron stepped back and slowly moved through a form that flowed like water. Elizabeth watched, and found herself a little surprised to see just how graceful the colonel could be. It was like a dance, and she found herself admiring the beauty of it, even though she knew that it was an extension of combat.
Unexpectedly, she also found herself admiring the man as well. Elizabeth was fascinated by the play of muscles working smoothly beneath his skin and the way his fluid movements flowed like water. Cameron had an innate sort of grace for the controlled forms that he was showing her and a disciplined awareness of his own body and how it was meant to move.
Elizabeth was almost surprised to feel her own body respond quietly to what she was seeing, but before she could examine the reaction more closely, Cameron was walking toward her.
“Okay enough just standing there watching…come here, Liz,” he directed, startling Elizabeth by grabbing her hand and walking her over to an open space in the gym.
“Now,” he said. “First thing…”
The colonel moved to stand behind Elizabeth and reached out to lay his hands lightly over her wrists, gripping gently.
“Relax,” he prompted her lightly, and Elizabeth realized that she had tensed up when he had taken her wrists in his hands. “I don’t bite my friends,” he teased.
“What about other people?” Elizabeth asked before she could stop herself.
“Well now,” he drawled. “That depends entirely on the situation and if they’re asking for it.”
He laughed in the face of her expression and brought a hand up to smooth it lightly over her upraised bow.
“Watch out,” he said. “As my momma would say, your face is going to freeze like that,” he teased.
“Now, relax Elizabeth,” he directed, once more turning his attention back to teaching her. “And follow me.”
He moved through a fairly simple form, guiding her with his own hands and body.
“Remember, it’s all about letting your body flow and just directing it where you need it to be, like a river.”
He lead her smoothly into another form.
“Let the forms flow into each other… serenity,” he continued in a quiet tone. “But make each one clear and true to itself…”
“That’s the self discipline and concentration part,” he added, his tone taking on a note of good natured teasing.
Cameron guided Elizabeth out of the last form but didn’t move from behind her and kept his light grip on her wrists. His breath was warm against her ear.
“Cinnamon?” he asked after a moment.
“What?” she asked, bemused by the seeming non sequitur.
“Cinnamon? In your shampoo maybe?” Cameron asked again, breathing the scent in a little more deeply for a moment.
“What…oh… oh yes, it must be,” Elizabeth replied somewhat breathlessly.
“And something else,” he continued, his voice almost a murmur.
“Ahh… ylang ylang I think,” she said, suddenly trying to ignore how close his lips were to brushing her ear.
“It’s nice,” Cameron offered, speaking softly. “Different… it suits you…”
“Thank you,” she replied in a tone as quiet as his.
For a moment, they stood poised at the edge of something unexpected between them.
“So…there’s more I assume,” Elizabeth spoke first, unsure if she were trying to step into, or away from the moment.
“Oh, yeah…” Cameron replied before stepping away and walking around to stand in front of her.
Elizabeth suddenly realized that she wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or disappointed that Cameron had taken her words as a prompt to continue the lesson. But before she could consider it further, the colonel directed her attention immediately back to him.
“Now… just follow me,” he instructed, turning his efforts back to teaching Elizabeth and leading her patiently through more of the flowing forms of Tai chi chuan.
“See… I told you… perfect,” the colonel said after several minutes, watching the former Atlantean leader move with the grace that he had noticed underlay even her everyday movements.
“It is very similar to dance,” Elizabeth observed.
“That’s it,” Cameron said in sudden understanding.
“What’s it?” she asked, stopping to look at the colonel.
“Why you’re so damn graceful,” he replied. “Dancing; that’s it.”
Elizabeth didn’t know which surprised her more, the implied compliment, or that fact that Cameron must have been watching her more closely than she had thought.
“I’m guessing… ballet, right?” He gave her a grin. “You probably danced as Aurora, Clara, the whole ballet ingénue thing.”
He gave a good natured laugh at her expression. “Hey there’s more to this flyboy than meets the eye. I’m not just another pretty face you know.” Then before she could say anything he added, “Of course, so are you.” He gave her another lopsided grin. “And did you know that you do this extremely cute blushing thing when you get a compliment?” he teased gently.
Elizabeth felt the light heat of the blush on her cheeks. Cameron’s grin turned shameless. “I may have to call you pretty more often, though I’m not sure it fits, because you’re a lot closer to beautiful than just pretty.”
“Cameron Mitchell, you are a shameless flirt,” Elizabeth accused, trying to regain her equilibrium.
“In this case… true,” he replied with a laugh. “But it doesn’t make what I said any less true.” He smiled when he saw her blush again then quietly sobered when he saw her expression change.
“You’re just lucky Colonel that you’re not my type,” Elizabeth said with a slow playful smile.
“Oh…and why is that?” Cameron asked, curious to know what she would make of the question.
“Because if you were,” Elizabeth replied, still with a warm smile. Slowly she walked forward, invading his personal space. “Then I might just flirt back… and maybe…” She brought her lips to his, close enough that she could almost kiss him. “I could help you with your restlessness in all sorts of…” She paused, enjoying the way his energy changed to have her so near. “Interesting and satisfying ways…” she murmured.
Elizabeth smiled and laughed playfully when she saw him swallow. Then she turned on her heel.
“See you at breakfast, Colonel,” she said, gathering up her yoga mat and walking out of the gym.
Cameron released a breath he hadn’t know he was holding. “Sure…just as soon as I take a nice cold shower,” he said under his breath before grinning in the direction of the open doorway that Elizabeth had just left by…