"Walking Elizabeth Home" Cam/Elizabeth Fic (8/12)
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 R
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.
Cameron tried to clear the fog from his head as he answered the late night summons to his door. He rubbed his eyes clear of sleep and opened the door to see a trembling Elizabeth on the other side. He was awake immediately, concern racing through his body.
“Elizabeth… what’s wrong? Are you all right?”
She trembled. “I… I’m sorry… I just…”
Cameron was suddenly afraid. He had never seen Elizabeth so close to tears. Her summer green eyes swam with them, though they had yet to fall.
“Elizabeth, tell me. What’s wrong?”
“I just can’t… every time I close my eyes…” Her trembling increased and she hugged her arms tightly around herself, as if cold. “I didn’t know what else to do… where else to go…” Her voice shook as she tripped over her words.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have come here… I should go… I’m sorry…”
She took a step as if to leave.
“Elizabeth wait… come here,” he urged her. “Come here,” he took her arm gently and pulled her into his quarters, shutting the door behind them. “Can you tell me what happened? What’s wrong?”
“Every time that I close my eyes…” she explained in halting tones, her eyes fluttering shut as she shuddered. “I just… I can’t sleep… every time that I close my eyes…” she said in aching tones, her eyes flying back open as she spoke.
“I’m sorry,“ she said abruptly. “I shouldn’t have come here. I just… I didn’t know where else to go… who else to…”
“Shhh…” he soothed as he reached for her.
At first, she resisted, but then she let him enfold her in his arms. And suddenly, being held by him, it was too much. Elizabeth started to weep quietly, her tears warm on his skin.
“Shhh… shhh… it’s all right, Elizabeth. It’s all right,” he soothed.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled into his chest, her breath hot against him.
“Shhh… it’s all right. You don’t have to be sorry. I’m here for you. I’m right here. Shhh…” he comforted her as she continued to tremble in his arms.
“Come here.”
Carefully he lead her to his bed. She paused, hesitating.
“It’s all right,” he assured her. “Come here… come lay down with me…”
Cameron helped her into his bed and spooned himself around her. He pulled the blankets up around them both and cradled her in his arms.
“Just let me hold you,” he murmured.
She trembled in his arms.
“Shhh… “ he soothed. “It’s all right… you’re safe… I’m here… I’m right here,”
Cameron cradled her closer, proving the truth of his words.
“Cameron… I…” she said in a quiet voice, still blurred with tears.
“Shhh… Elizabeth. It’s all right,” he whispered. “Shhh…” Cameron’s words became soft sounds of reassurance and comfort that slowly lulled Elizabeth into a warm state of drowsiness.
“Sleep, Elizabeth,” he coaxed her, brushing her hair back and kissing her softly on the temple. “Just sleep…”
Again, his words became quiet, soothing sounds and he spooned himself tenderly around her, Slowly, Elizabeth let herself sink into the comfort that Cameron offered and she drifted off to sleep.
“Shhh…”
When she woke, it was with a languid sort of awareness that she was not in her own bed, but that she was still warm and safe. She let herself drift peacefully in the sensation for a moment, quietly becoming conscious of herself and her surroundings.
The first thing that she noticed was that she was embraced by the deep, rich scent of Cameron. It was like a blanket around her, keeping her every bit as warm a literal blanket. She breathed it in, let it curl through her senses before she began to be aware of the reason why she really was so warm.
Somewhere in the night, Cameron’s body had claimed possession of hers she felt the heat of it like the sun warming her own. His left leg was thrown over her hip and hers were cradled by the press of his body spooned around her. More than that, his arm had curled around her as well so that he could hold her tightly against himself.
Elizabeth shifted experimentally and she felt his hand move on her breast, his fingertips unintentionally brushing over her nipple and nearly causing her to gasp.
“No,” he mumbled in a sleep sort of voice. “Don’t go…”
He shifted, keeping her cradled against him.
“Stay…”
“I should really…” she protested softly. “I should really get back to my quarters.”
“No… no, not yet,” he countered, still in that languid voice. He shifted again and Elizabeth could feel his breath stir the curls that had slipped down over her ear. “Stay with me a little longer,” he insisted, brushing a soft kiss on her temple.
“Cameron, I should…” her words became a soft gasp when he brushed aside her hair and kissed the spot right behind her ear.
“You should stay,” he suggested, his voice low and deep, but sounding a lot less drowsy.
“Thank you for last night… for being there… for helping me,” Elizabeth said, trying to keep her voice from being breathless as she felt Cameron brush more of her hair from her neck. “But I really think that I should go now.”
“Elizabeth…” Cameron murmured, his voice soft, but fully awake. “Stay…”
Elizabeth sighed as he started to nuzzle her neck. And before she had made the conscious decision to do so, she tilted her head and arched her neck, giving him better access. She could feel his smile against her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
She gasped and then moaned as he started to use his teeth in gentle captures along the curve of her neck.
“I thought you said that you didn’t bite,” Elizabeth half moaned, half sighed.
“What I said was…” he replied, still caressing her. “That I don’t bite…my friends…” He used his teeth on a particularly sensitive spot and Elizabeth gave a breathy moan.
“And that I only bite… other people if… they’re asking for it.”
Cameron found another sensitive spot and Elizabeth arched her whole body along his as she moaned.
“And you Elizabeth…” he murmured against her skin. “Are definitely asking for it,” he teased.
“Cameron…”
He brought his attention slowly down her neck and to the curve of her shoulder, pushing aside the thin strap of her tank top.
“You like that?” he asked in a thick voice as she continued to make small sounds of pleasure. He moved his hand on her breast, his fingertips teasing her nipple through the fabric of her shirt.
“We should… I should…” she protested weakly.
He moved against her then, rocking his hips and suddenly she gasped. “Oh God…”
And before Cameron could even fully register what was happening, Elizabeth had pulled herself out of his arms and scrambled out of the bed. She turned to face him, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
“We shouldn’t do this. We can’t do this…”
“Elizabeth…” he protested, sitting up in the bed.
“We don’t know… I don’t know…” she said, her voice becoming laced with fear. “You don’t know… maybe the Asurans really did do something… Maybe…”
“Elizabeth,” he interrupted her. “Elizabeth, you’re right. We don’t know what the Asurans may have done.”
She gripped herself tighter, trembling.
“But what I know… all I know…” Cameron continued, getting out of the bed to stand in front of her. “All I know is…”
He kissed her softly on her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her.
“Is that you smell like cinnamon and flowers…”
He captured her lips briefly.
“You taste like honey and wine…”
He kissed her again, more deeply this time.
“And that I have never wanted anyone more than I want you, Elizabeth…”
He met her eyes, seeing the bright fear there, though he was uncertain how much was because of Asuran terrors, and how much was personal fear of another kind. Either way, he wanted to soothe them away. Cameron reached for her arms. But Elizabeth stepped back quickly.
“Elizabeth…”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry, Cameron.”
Then she bolted, practically running for the door and out of his quarters.
Cameron followed and considered running after her. But by this point, he knew Elizabeth Weir well enough, to know that that was unlikely to work. He let out a heavy sigh and dropped into a nearby chair with a groan.
“Way to go Mitchell; open mouth… insert foot.”
He sat there for a moment longer then got up with a sigh and headed into his bathroom for a long, cold shower…
Title: Walking Elizabeth Home
Genre: Fluff/romance; smut
Rating: This part is R
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.
Cameron tried to clear the fog from his head as he answered the late night summons to his door. He rubbed his eyes clear of sleep and opened the door to see a trembling Elizabeth on the other side. He was awake immediately, concern racing through his body.
“Elizabeth… what’s wrong? Are you all right?”
She trembled. “I… I’m sorry… I just…”
Cameron was suddenly afraid. He had never seen Elizabeth so close to tears. Her summer green eyes swam with them, though they had yet to fall.
“Elizabeth, tell me. What’s wrong?”
“I just can’t… every time I close my eyes…” Her trembling increased and she hugged her arms tightly around herself, as if cold. “I didn’t know what else to do… where else to go…” Her voice shook as she tripped over her words.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have come here… I should go… I’m sorry…”
She took a step as if to leave.
“Elizabeth wait… come here,” he urged her. “Come here,” he took her arm gently and pulled her into his quarters, shutting the door behind them. “Can you tell me what happened? What’s wrong?”
“Every time that I close my eyes…” she explained in halting tones, her eyes fluttering shut as she shuddered. “I just… I can’t sleep… every time that I close my eyes…” she said in aching tones, her eyes flying back open as she spoke.
“I’m sorry,“ she said abruptly. “I shouldn’t have come here. I just… I didn’t know where else to go… who else to…”
“Shhh…” he soothed as he reached for her.
At first, she resisted, but then she let him enfold her in his arms. And suddenly, being held by him, it was too much. Elizabeth started to weep quietly, her tears warm on his skin.
“Shhh… shhh… it’s all right, Elizabeth. It’s all right,” he soothed.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled into his chest, her breath hot against him.
“Shhh… it’s all right. You don’t have to be sorry. I’m here for you. I’m right here. Shhh…” he comforted her as she continued to tremble in his arms.
“Come here.”
Carefully he lead her to his bed. She paused, hesitating.
“It’s all right,” he assured her. “Come here… come lay down with me…”
Cameron helped her into his bed and spooned himself around her. He pulled the blankets up around them both and cradled her in his arms.
“Just let me hold you,” he murmured.
She trembled in his arms.
“Shhh… “ he soothed. “It’s all right… you’re safe… I’m here… I’m right here,”
Cameron cradled her closer, proving the truth of his words.
“Cameron… I…” she said in a quiet voice, still blurred with tears.
“Shhh… Elizabeth. It’s all right,” he whispered. “Shhh…” Cameron’s words became soft sounds of reassurance and comfort that slowly lulled Elizabeth into a warm state of drowsiness.
“Sleep, Elizabeth,” he coaxed her, brushing her hair back and kissing her softly on the temple. “Just sleep…”
Again, his words became quiet, soothing sounds and he spooned himself tenderly around her, Slowly, Elizabeth let herself sink into the comfort that Cameron offered and she drifted off to sleep.
“Shhh…”
When she woke, it was with a languid sort of awareness that she was not in her own bed, but that she was still warm and safe. She let herself drift peacefully in the sensation for a moment, quietly becoming conscious of herself and her surroundings.
The first thing that she noticed was that she was embraced by the deep, rich scent of Cameron. It was like a blanket around her, keeping her every bit as warm a literal blanket. She breathed it in, let it curl through her senses before she began to be aware of the reason why she really was so warm.
Somewhere in the night, Cameron’s body had claimed possession of hers she felt the heat of it like the sun warming her own. His left leg was thrown over her hip and hers were cradled by the press of his body spooned around her. More than that, his arm had curled around her as well so that he could hold her tightly against himself.
Elizabeth shifted experimentally and she felt his hand move on her breast, his fingertips unintentionally brushing over her nipple and nearly causing her to gasp.
“No,” he mumbled in a sleep sort of voice. “Don’t go…”
He shifted, keeping her cradled against him.
“Stay…”
“I should really…” she protested softly. “I should really get back to my quarters.”
“No… no, not yet,” he countered, still in that languid voice. He shifted again and Elizabeth could feel his breath stir the curls that had slipped down over her ear. “Stay with me a little longer,” he insisted, brushing a soft kiss on her temple.
“Cameron, I should…” her words became a soft gasp when he brushed aside her hair and kissed the spot right behind her ear.
“You should stay,” he suggested, his voice low and deep, but sounding a lot less drowsy.
“Thank you for last night… for being there… for helping me,” Elizabeth said, trying to keep her voice from being breathless as she felt Cameron brush more of her hair from her neck. “But I really think that I should go now.”
“Elizabeth…” Cameron murmured, his voice soft, but fully awake. “Stay…”
Elizabeth sighed as he started to nuzzle her neck. And before she had made the conscious decision to do so, she tilted her head and arched her neck, giving him better access. She could feel his smile against her skin.
“Elizabeth…”
She gasped and then moaned as he started to use his teeth in gentle captures along the curve of her neck.
“I thought you said that you didn’t bite,” Elizabeth half moaned, half sighed.
“What I said was…” he replied, still caressing her. “That I don’t bite…my friends…” He used his teeth on a particularly sensitive spot and Elizabeth gave a breathy moan.
“And that I only bite… other people if… they’re asking for it.”
Cameron found another sensitive spot and Elizabeth arched her whole body along his as she moaned.
“And you Elizabeth…” he murmured against her skin. “Are definitely asking for it,” he teased.
“Cameron…”
He brought his attention slowly down her neck and to the curve of her shoulder, pushing aside the thin strap of her tank top.
“You like that?” he asked in a thick voice as she continued to make small sounds of pleasure. He moved his hand on her breast, his fingertips teasing her nipple through the fabric of her shirt.
“We should… I should…” she protested weakly.
He moved against her then, rocking his hips and suddenly she gasped. “Oh God…”
And before Cameron could even fully register what was happening, Elizabeth had pulled herself out of his arms and scrambled out of the bed. She turned to face him, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
“We shouldn’t do this. We can’t do this…”
“Elizabeth…” he protested, sitting up in the bed.
“We don’t know… I don’t know…” she said, her voice becoming laced with fear. “You don’t know… maybe the Asurans really did do something… Maybe…”
“Elizabeth,” he interrupted her. “Elizabeth, you’re right. We don’t know what the Asurans may have done.”
She gripped herself tighter, trembling.
“But what I know… all I know…” Cameron continued, getting out of the bed to stand in front of her. “All I know is…”
He kissed her softly on her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her.
“Is that you smell like cinnamon and flowers…”
He captured her lips briefly.
“You taste like honey and wine…”
He kissed her again, more deeply this time.
“And that I have never wanted anyone more than I want you, Elizabeth…”
He met her eyes, seeing the bright fear there, though he was uncertain how much was because of Asuran terrors, and how much was personal fear of another kind. Either way, he wanted to soothe them away. Cameron reached for her arms. But Elizabeth stepped back quickly.
“Elizabeth…”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry, Cameron.”
Then she bolted, practically running for the door and out of his quarters.
Cameron followed and considered running after her. But by this point, he knew Elizabeth Weir well enough, to know that that was unlikely to work. He let out a heavy sigh and dropped into a nearby chair with a groan.
“Way to go Mitchell; open mouth… insert foot.”
He sat there for a moment longer then got up with a sigh and headed into his bathroom for a long, cold shower…