"Walking Elizabeth Home" Cam/Elizabeth Fic (10/12)
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Title: Walking Elizabeth Home
Genre: Fluff/romance; smut
Rating: NC-17
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 ran a hand through his tousled hair and passed it over his eyes before opening the door. A sudden sense of déjà vu hit him when he saw Elizabeth standing there, her arms wrapped around herself.
“Elizabeth, are you okay?” he asked, his voice concerned. “More nightmares?”
“No…” she said, shaking her head. “No… I just…”
And then, suddenly, she was kissing him. It took Cameron a moment to register the fact that Elizabeth was standing in his doorway in the middle of night, kissing him. But once he had, he wasted no time in responding.
“Elizabeth…”
She brushed her tongue in a feather soft whisper against his lips, a silent question. Cameron answered it by deepening the kiss, eager to taste the sweetness of her lips again. He coaxed her to open up to him and he drank in her acceptance of him.
Voices down the hall abruptly reminded them both that they were still standing in an open doorway. Cameron pulled her inside his room and shut the door behind himself. It took only the time for him to do that for Elizabeth to find his lips again.
“Wait,” he said between kisses. “Wait, Elizabeth…”
She stopped, pulling back slightly so that she could look him in the eyes.
“Elizabeth… what changed your mind?” he asked.
“I don’t want to live with the what ifs anymore,” she replied honestly. “I’ve had at least four years worth of what ifs over things that I should have changed or done. I don’t want this to be another one.”
She moved closer, running her hands down his bare chest and back up, following the path of her hands with her eyes before looking into his. “I just want you,” she admitted quietly.
Cameron smiled. “You have me,” he said softly before he kissed her.
Hopelessly, he lost himself in the kiss, seeking grace in Elizabeth, trying to find a sort of salvation in her; in her lips and her tongue; in the taste of her.
“God I could kiss you for forever,” he murmured.
“Oh, I hope not,” Elizabeth replied between kisses. “Because I was really hoping that you’d do a whole lot more to me,” she teased with a mischievous smile.
“That can be arranged,” he promised her, giving her a playfully wicked grin of his own.
Slowly, still kissing her, Cameron lead Elizabeth in the direction of his sleep rumpled bed. He stopped them short of it though and stepped back slightly in order to take the sight of her in. His eyes traveled the length of her, starting with her brilliant green eyes and slowly working their way down her body. They lingered on the rich curves of her breasts before blazing a path down to the subtle planes of her stomach. He caressed the soft curving line of her hips with his gaze before moving it down her legs to where her bare feet rested on the dark floor. Then he reversed it all and let his eyes take in every inch of her before coming back to linger on her own.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said in an almost reverent voice.
She flushed lightly and Cameron enjoyed the sight of it spreading softly across her fair skin.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he reiterated. “But you know what I wish,” he asked her sincerely.
She shook her head with a small smile. “No, what do you wish?”
“Right this very minute, I wish that I could paint,” he told her. “Because words…they just aren’t enough.
Elizabeth ducked her head, but she smiled. Then slowly she looked back into his indescribably blue eyes. “How would you paint me?”
“I’d paint you just like this, standing in the starlight in my room,” he said softly, stepping back to her. “I’d start with your hair,” he murmured, using his hands to release the strands from the tie holding it back. He slid his hands gently through its length.
“Dark strokes,” he said, tangling his hands tenderly in the curls. “With soft curling swirls and waves.”
“Then, your eyes.” He continued quietly, gently kissing her closed eyelids in turn. “But they’d be hard to capture, like stars,” he said with a small smile that she returned. “It’s always hard to chase the stars… but always worth it,” he whispered tenderly.
“Then long, light strokes for the curve of your neck,” he said, running his fingertips lightly along the path that he was describing.
Elizabeth sighed and tilted her head, giving him better access. He stroked the warm skin that she offered before sliding his fingertips to the hollow of her throat. And while his fingers lingered there, he started kissing her collarbone; small, soft kisses.
“And your freckles,” he whispered, smiling into her skin as he continued to kiss her. “Little rose petal brush strokes.”
“I’ve always wished that I could paint my freckles away,” Elizabeth confessed.
“Oh no,” Cameron murmured. “I love your freckles,” he assured her. “They’re beautiful, and I’ve wanted to do this for a while now,” he insisted, kissing more of them.
Elizabeth smiled, her own hands tracing the light freckles that nature had brushed over the warm skin of his chest as well. He shivered lightly in response and kissed her, loosing himself again for a moment in the taste of her on his tongue.
With a smile, he finally broke the kiss when they were both breathless and dizzy.
“Where were we?” Cameron asked after a moment. “Ah yes…” he continued with a smile. “After I had painted your freckles, I’d use long graceful strokes for your arms.”
The colonel proceeded to run his fingertips up and down Elizabeth’s arms until tiny shivers danced along her skin in response. Then slowly he brought his hands back to her shoulders, where he traced the thin lines of the straps of her pink tank top. He followed the path of them down the shirt’s curving neckline before letting his hands drift down lower, brushing the tips of her nipples through the fabric.
Elizabeth gasped and arched into his touch. For a moment, he teased her before moving his hands lower so that he could hook his fingers under the bottom hem. She raised her arms and Cameron swept the shirt up and off before dropping it to the floor at their feet.
“The well of your throat,” he murmured, kissing the hollow of her throat. “Would lead to liquid lines down to your breasts.” He trailed hot kisses down her skin and to the valley between her breasts. “Then heavy strokes for those,” he breathed into her skin.
With patient caresses he kissed and licked his way in a slow path around her right breast, but left her nipple untouched. Elizabeth moaned, arching into the warm pressure of his mouth. She made a low sound of disappointment when his lips moved past her nipple and over to her other breast.
“Cameron…”
He smiled into her skin, but relentlessly, repeated the pattern with her other breast.
“Please,” she gasped when again he left her nipple untouched. “Cam…”
“Oh, I’d need another brush for those,” he informed her with a smile. “Be patient,” he half-teased, half coaxed.
He repeated his pattern with her breasts until her breath started to come in soft pants.
“And now this,” he breathed over the tip of her nipple finally. “Would need small tight strokes.”
He captured one nipple gently between his teeth.
“Oh, God,” the cry escaped Elizabeth’s throat in a rush.
Still holding her nipple with his teeth, Cameron used swift, small touches of his tongue to caress her. Elizabeth gripped his shoulders and arched her back, pressing her breast into the tight pressure of his teeth. Wordless cries fell from her as he continued his attentions to first one nipple, than the other.
“Then once I had finished with those,” he said in a voice that hummed over her skin. “Thin, curving strokes like a river.”
Cameron glided his hands along the slender symmetry of her sides and traced the trim curves of her waist before splaying them wide on her hips. He smiled and turned her then so that he could walk her back towards the bed. Gently he guided her until she was laying down, leaving him poised above her.
“I’d paint your curves like a river,” he murmured again, tracing a path to her hips once more. “But of course,” he whispered, giving her a primal sort of smile before he slid down her body. “Rivers lead to pools.”
He helped her out of the rest of her clothes before nuzzling the skin of her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel in quick, liquid touches. “Small pools of color and light,” he breathed into her taut skin. “Shallow and bright like this one, and I’d paint it with a few quick brush strokes.”
“Cameron…” Elizabeth moaned his name softly, anticipating the next moments.
He smiled into her skin.
“And I couldn’t forget the graceful lines of your legs,” he teased. “So I’d have to do those next.”
He pulled his mouth away from her stomach slightly so that he could look up at her from under dark lashes as he ran caressing hands slowly down her legs.
“After all,” he continued to tease, knowing that his breath was hot on her body and just above where she really wanted him. “These legs have danced the Pas de deux, and learned Tai chi chuan, and God knows can do things in yoga that are practically unnatural.”
He smiled when Elizabeth licked her lips and titled her head back, breathing deeply and trying to be patient. And the colonel tested that patience, making her wait and tracing small circles with his thumbs over the soft skin of her hips. Then slowly, he brushed a kiss low on her inner thigh.
Elizabeth sighed and Cameron smiled into the warmth of her skin before kissing his way patiently up her inner thigh. He stopped short of any place higher on her body though and Elizabeth made a frustrated sound. Instead, he repeated his caresses along her other thigh.
“Cam…”
“They’re perfect legs… so I’d want to take my time…”
He continued with his slow kisses, climbing higher and higher until Elizabeth was writhing beneath him.
“Please, oh God, please…” she finally begged.
“You want me to finish the painting?” Cameron asked her innocently.
“Please…”
“All right,” he said in a low voice and moved as if to slide back up her body. He chuckled, a low, masculine sound when Elizabeth pushed him back down with urgent hands.
“Cameron…” she half begged, half growled.
He chuckled again and settled himself so that he could press his mouth once more into the taut skin of her stomach. “Small pools of light…” he dipped his tongue quickly into her navel again before moving lower. “Meaning that there are also quiet, secret pools of shadow.”
Cameron’s breath stirred the dark curls beneath his lips before he nuzzled the warm skin beneath them with soft, quick flicks of his tongue and the touch of his lips. “I’d start with swift curling brush strokes he murmured. And then…”
He slid a finger into her.
“Yes…” the word fell from Elizabeth’s lips in a long, slow sigh.
Cameron stroked her gently and Elizabeth shuddered and moaned.
“I would use a different brush to fill in the deepest parts.”
He caressed her with long, slow slides of his finger that made her press against the full pressure of his hand. “I’d want to convey a sense of promise and ecstasy with the steady layering of strokes.”
“But…” He lay his mouth over her and Elizabeth cried out at he tasted her. She shivered when he took a moment to murmur against her skin. “I think that I would have to add a few brush strokes here for that to be fully realized.”
He used his teeth and tongue to find where Elizabeth was most sensitive and she tangled her hands in the sheets, shuddering. “Oh God… Cameron…”
He continued to slide his finger tenderly inside of her while using lips, and tongue, and teeth in skilled touches to bring Elizabeth to a shuddering climax. Her hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets as she came with a joyous cry.
“Maybe I really should take up painting,” he murmured as she came back down. Then slowly, he moved back up her body to kiss Elizabeth. “I think I’d enjoy it.”
Elizabeth laughed, her voice almost giddy in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Of course, I’d have to practice often. What do think?”
“I think I’ve never known anyone like you,” she confessed in a moment of naked honesty.
“I told you that there was more to this flyboy than meets the eye.”
“Yes,” Elizabeth agreed. “Yes you did.”
“I’m glad that you changed your mind, Elizabeth.”
“So am I,” she admitted. “Let me show you?”
Cameron grinned and shucked off his sweats and boxers before joining her…
Cameron woke and immediately realized that he was alone in his bed. Eyes still closed, he reached to his side, seeking Elizabeth. When his blind search yielded nothing, he opened his eyes and sat up.
“Elizabeth?”
He looked around his room and saw her, wearing one of his t-shirts and looking like nothing so much as a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“Elizabeth, is everything all right?”
“Liz?” he prompted when she said nothing after a few moments. “What are you doing?” he asked, changing tact.
“I’m looking for chocolate,” she admitted in a guilty voice that was almost too low for the colonel to hear.
“What?” Cameron asked with a slightly incredulous tone. “Elizabeth, did you just say that you were looking for chocolate?”
“Well, I haven’t had it for almost two years,” she said. “And you did promise me three bars,” she rationalized.
Cameron was suddenly certain that he had never been more in love with a woman in his life. He laughed in joy with the sudden realization. Of course, she mistook his laughter and gave him a slightly aggrieved look which caused him to laugh again.
“Oh, Liz, I think I love you,” the colonel said before he could stop himself. Suddenly he froze, uncertain what the former Atlantean leader would make of the statement and almost convinced that she would suddenly find every reason to run for the hills.
Elizabeth was silent for a long moment. And it seemed like an eternity to the pilot still sitting in his bed. Then ever so slowly, she smiled. It was a quiet smile, small and shy, but it was definitely there. Cameron released a breath that he hadn’t realized that he was holding.
“Check my Tac vest,” the colonel said then, indicating where it was with a nod of his head.
Elizabeth grinned and went to where Cameron had indicated.
“Top right pocket,” he directed.
Elizabeth found the pocket and withdrew three paper and foil wrapped chocolate bars. Cameron smiled as he watched her unwrap a bar and break off a single piece to place in her mouth. Her look of absolute bliss nearly rivaled the one that she had had earlier that night.
“So you just wanted me for my chocolate after all,” the colonel teased.
“Better than sex,” Elizabeth declared with a radiant smile.
Cameron gave her a look and she laughed brightly. Then he watched, fascinated as her expression changed from purely playful, to something more wickedly sensual, if no less playful .
“Elizabeth?”
She broke off another piece of chocolate and rubbed it experimentally between her fingers, warming it with the heat of her hand. Slowly then, she brought her finger to her lips and licked it clean of chocolate with an expression that was nothing short of primal.
Cameron swallowed almost audibly and took a deep breath, suddenly certain that the room had no oxygen left in it.
“Liz…”
She smiled, slow and sensuous. She broke off another piece of chocolate and again warmed it with her fingers. Then Elizabeth walked over to where Cameron still sat in bed. She brushed the chocolate over the colonel’s lips and he resisted the urge to lick it off, curious to know what Elizabeth was going to do.
Deliberately, she leaned over and ran her tongue along Cameron’s bottom lip. Then, making certain that he was watching, she licked her own lips before leaning back to capture his in a kiss.
“Mmmm…” she murmured. “I might be wrong about the sex. Maybe we should see,” she suggested, pulling down the sheet covering Cameron.
She broke off yet another piece of chocolate and moved to straddle him, settling herself very carefully on his lap. Cameron was suddenly very conscious of the fact that all Elizabeth was wearing was his t-shirt. And then she wasn’t wearing even that.
Elizabeth smiled and brushed his lips with chocolate again. But before she could do anything, Cameron kissed her himself, burying his hands in her hair and only breaking the kiss when they were both dizzy and breathless.
“I could kiss you for forever,” Elizabeth said with a wanton smile.
“I hope not,” he echoed. “Because I was really hoping that you’d do a whole lot more to me.”
She laughed, low and soft. “Oh, I intend to Colonel.”
Elizabeth warmed more chocolate in her hand before placing it at Cameron’s pulse point. He moaned as she licked the skin clean. Then, taking her time, she moved down his body.
“Liz…” he said in a low rumble that vibrated through his body as she brushed chocolate over first one nipple, than the other. She lavished attention on each in turn until Cameron felt like his body was practically humming.
She trailed one chocolate covered finger down his midline and followed the path with her tongue. Then Elizabeth reversed direction and repeated the caress, moving slowly upward.
“Elizabeth…” he murmured, his voice thick.
“You taste like chocolate,” she breathed into his ear, gently nibbling on his earlobe. “And have I told you how much I like chocolate?”
“I’m starting to figure it out,” he replied as Elizabeth shifted so that she could trail more chocolate from his pulse point to his navel. Again she followed the sweet down his body with her lips and tongue.
By the time that Elizabeth had finally reached his erection, Cameron was certain that he couldn’t possibly be more aroused, knowing what was coming. He was wrong. When Elizabeth started finally using the chocolate to slide her hand up and down his length, he felt himself grow almost painfully hard, responding to her touch with something close to an overwhelming intensity.
“Oh, God Liz…” he looked down to her, amazed at just how much it turned him on to see her there, poised above him. She licked her lips and gave him a look so primal, that it nearly drove him senseless.
Then, when she licked along the entirety of his length, base to tip, Cameron felt himself catch on fire. He was certain that he was on fire. And when she slowly took almost all of him into her mouth, he knew that he had burned to glorious ash. Finally, when she started to suck gently, taking him in and out of her mouth with a languid passion, Cameron felt the ash that he had become, blow away.
“Oh God, ‘Lizabeth… that feels…”
She used the barest hint of teeth, and Cameron lost all power of speech. He felt himself plunge into a world where the only things he could understand were the amazing things that Elizabeth was doing to him. The whole of his world became her lips, and her tongue, and her mouth. By the time that she had licked and sucked the last of the chocolate from him, he was balanced on a razor’s edge of pleasure and pain, aching and deliriously euphoric all at once.
Cameron watched Elizabeth lick her lips, and for a moment, it became his entire focus. Then she shifted, straddling him again.
“I need you inside me,” she murmured.
He couldn’t answer her with words.
She moved so that just the tip of him was inside of her. “I need to feel you inside of me,” she repeated.
Cameron wanted nothing more than to thrust himself up inside of her, but he waited, letting her take the pleasure for herself.
“I want you,” she confessed. And slowly, she lowered herself onto him. “I love you.”
“Oh God, darlin’… Liz…” the words finally burst from him as he felt her slide tight and wet around him.
She threw back her head, arching like a bow above him, seeking her pleasure. Cameron was convinced that it was the most beautiful thing in the world that he had ever seen . His own bliss was nothing to hers. He was enraptured by just watching her, feeling her take pleasure from him and knowing that he was the cause of it.
“Oh God…” she moaned above him before looking down and capturing his gaze with her own. He watched as she was overwhelmed by ecstasy.
“Yes, darlin’…” he encouraged her.
Then she shifted and for a moment, Cameron knew that he had died. She found a new place and rhythm, taking him with her. He was surprised that he didn’t come the minute she had. But she held him in that place, finding a balance between her pleasure and his.
It was the single most amazing thing he had ever felt in his life. His hands went to her hips, but he let Elizabeth take them where she would. She moaned and ran light nails down in his chest, as lost in the sensations as Cameron was. Then, with a bright cry, her orgasm washed over her.
He watched for as long as he could as rapture transformed her from merely beautiful, to transcendent And then his own orgasm overtook him and he came with a rough cry, gripping Elizabeth’s hips and making marks that he was afraid she would be wearing the next day.
Elizabeth lay herself down when her shuddering had become simply shivers. She rested her cheek on his chest but still straddled him, keeping him buried deep within her.
“I was wrong,” she murmured. “Chocolate isn’t better than sex,” she confessed, still shivering slightly.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Cameron drawled, handing her back his black t-shirt. “I’m thinking that that was some pretty damn good chocolate.”
Elizabeth gave him a surprised laugh and slipped his t-shirt on gratefully before settling herself in his arms.
“But now I have no more chocolate,” she lamented with a smile.
“Oh, don’t look at me. I’m not giving you anymore.”
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.
“Obviously denying you chocolate is the right way to go,” Cameron explained.
“Ooh…” she hit him lightly on the shoulder.
“Ouch,” he responded in mock pain before idlyly running a hand up and down the fabric of the t-shirt that Elizabeth was wearing.
“And I suppose that I’m never getting this t-shirt back,” Cameron said conversationally.
“I might consider it, if you give me more chocolate,” Elizabeth teased.
“No deal.”
She gave him a curious look.
“You look far too amazing in my shirt,” Cameron said, recalling just how he had felt upon seeing her wearing it as he woke up.
“You are a shameless flirt, Cameron Mitchell.”
He grinned as he watched her blush.
“Well, if you just didn’t look so damn cute when I flirt with you…”
Elizabeth felt her blush spread.
He laughed lightly and shifted, holding her closer and kissing her softly on the temple.
“I should go,” Elizabeth protested quietly.
“No, not yet,” Cameron argued. “We have a few hours. Stay with me.”
“I’m not running, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Nope, I’m not worried, I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up with you in them.”
She gave him a long look.
“Didn’t know I was a hopeless romantic did you?” he asked.
“I suspected,” Elizabeth replied.
“Good… then you’ll stay?”
“I’ll stay,” she agreed.
Cameron made a contented sound and pulled her close. “Sleep,” he directed her tenderly.
Elizabeth nodded quietly against his chest and fell to sleep lulled by the gentle rhythm of Cameron’s heartbeat intertwining with her own…
Title: Walking Elizabeth Home
Genre: Fluff/romance; smut
Rating: NC-17
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 ran a hand through his tousled hair and passed it over his eyes before opening the door. A sudden sense of déjà vu hit him when he saw Elizabeth standing there, her arms wrapped around herself.
“Elizabeth, are you okay?” he asked, his voice concerned. “More nightmares?”
“No…” she said, shaking her head. “No… I just…”
And then, suddenly, she was kissing him. It took Cameron a moment to register the fact that Elizabeth was standing in his doorway in the middle of night, kissing him. But once he had, he wasted no time in responding.
“Elizabeth…”
She brushed her tongue in a feather soft whisper against his lips, a silent question. Cameron answered it by deepening the kiss, eager to taste the sweetness of her lips again. He coaxed her to open up to him and he drank in her acceptance of him.
Voices down the hall abruptly reminded them both that they were still standing in an open doorway. Cameron pulled her inside his room and shut the door behind himself. It took only the time for him to do that for Elizabeth to find his lips again.
“Wait,” he said between kisses. “Wait, Elizabeth…”
She stopped, pulling back slightly so that she could look him in the eyes.
“Elizabeth… what changed your mind?” he asked.
“I don’t want to live with the what ifs anymore,” she replied honestly. “I’ve had at least four years worth of what ifs over things that I should have changed or done. I don’t want this to be another one.”
She moved closer, running her hands down his bare chest and back up, following the path of her hands with her eyes before looking into his. “I just want you,” she admitted quietly.
Cameron smiled. “You have me,” he said softly before he kissed her.
Hopelessly, he lost himself in the kiss, seeking grace in Elizabeth, trying to find a sort of salvation in her; in her lips and her tongue; in the taste of her.
“God I could kiss you for forever,” he murmured.
“Oh, I hope not,” Elizabeth replied between kisses. “Because I was really hoping that you’d do a whole lot more to me,” she teased with a mischievous smile.
“That can be arranged,” he promised her, giving her a playfully wicked grin of his own.
Slowly, still kissing her, Cameron lead Elizabeth in the direction of his sleep rumpled bed. He stopped them short of it though and stepped back slightly in order to take the sight of her in. His eyes traveled the length of her, starting with her brilliant green eyes and slowly working their way down her body. They lingered on the rich curves of her breasts before blazing a path down to the subtle planes of her stomach. He caressed the soft curving line of her hips with his gaze before moving it down her legs to where her bare feet rested on the dark floor. Then he reversed it all and let his eyes take in every inch of her before coming back to linger on her own.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said in an almost reverent voice.
She flushed lightly and Cameron enjoyed the sight of it spreading softly across her fair skin.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he reiterated. “But you know what I wish,” he asked her sincerely.
She shook her head with a small smile. “No, what do you wish?”
“Right this very minute, I wish that I could paint,” he told her. “Because words…they just aren’t enough.
Elizabeth ducked her head, but she smiled. Then slowly she looked back into his indescribably blue eyes. “How would you paint me?”
“I’d paint you just like this, standing in the starlight in my room,” he said softly, stepping back to her. “I’d start with your hair,” he murmured, using his hands to release the strands from the tie holding it back. He slid his hands gently through its length.
“Dark strokes,” he said, tangling his hands tenderly in the curls. “With soft curling swirls and waves.”
“Then, your eyes.” He continued quietly, gently kissing her closed eyelids in turn. “But they’d be hard to capture, like stars,” he said with a small smile that she returned. “It’s always hard to chase the stars… but always worth it,” he whispered tenderly.
“Then long, light strokes for the curve of your neck,” he said, running his fingertips lightly along the path that he was describing.
Elizabeth sighed and tilted her head, giving him better access. He stroked the warm skin that she offered before sliding his fingertips to the hollow of her throat. And while his fingers lingered there, he started kissing her collarbone; small, soft kisses.
“And your freckles,” he whispered, smiling into her skin as he continued to kiss her. “Little rose petal brush strokes.”
“I’ve always wished that I could paint my freckles away,” Elizabeth confessed.
“Oh no,” Cameron murmured. “I love your freckles,” he assured her. “They’re beautiful, and I’ve wanted to do this for a while now,” he insisted, kissing more of them.
Elizabeth smiled, her own hands tracing the light freckles that nature had brushed over the warm skin of his chest as well. He shivered lightly in response and kissed her, loosing himself again for a moment in the taste of her on his tongue.
With a smile, he finally broke the kiss when they were both breathless and dizzy.
“Where were we?” Cameron asked after a moment. “Ah yes…” he continued with a smile. “After I had painted your freckles, I’d use long graceful strokes for your arms.”
The colonel proceeded to run his fingertips up and down Elizabeth’s arms until tiny shivers danced along her skin in response. Then slowly he brought his hands back to her shoulders, where he traced the thin lines of the straps of her pink tank top. He followed the path of them down the shirt’s curving neckline before letting his hands drift down lower, brushing the tips of her nipples through the fabric.
Elizabeth gasped and arched into his touch. For a moment, he teased her before moving his hands lower so that he could hook his fingers under the bottom hem. She raised her arms and Cameron swept the shirt up and off before dropping it to the floor at their feet.
“The well of your throat,” he murmured, kissing the hollow of her throat. “Would lead to liquid lines down to your breasts.” He trailed hot kisses down her skin and to the valley between her breasts. “Then heavy strokes for those,” he breathed into her skin.
With patient caresses he kissed and licked his way in a slow path around her right breast, but left her nipple untouched. Elizabeth moaned, arching into the warm pressure of his mouth. She made a low sound of disappointment when his lips moved past her nipple and over to her other breast.
“Cameron…”
He smiled into her skin, but relentlessly, repeated the pattern with her other breast.
“Please,” she gasped when again he left her nipple untouched. “Cam…”
“Oh, I’d need another brush for those,” he informed her with a smile. “Be patient,” he half-teased, half coaxed.
He repeated his pattern with her breasts until her breath started to come in soft pants.
“And now this,” he breathed over the tip of her nipple finally. “Would need small tight strokes.”
He captured one nipple gently between his teeth.
“Oh, God,” the cry escaped Elizabeth’s throat in a rush.
Still holding her nipple with his teeth, Cameron used swift, small touches of his tongue to caress her. Elizabeth gripped his shoulders and arched her back, pressing her breast into the tight pressure of his teeth. Wordless cries fell from her as he continued his attentions to first one nipple, than the other.
“Then once I had finished with those,” he said in a voice that hummed over her skin. “Thin, curving strokes like a river.”
Cameron glided his hands along the slender symmetry of her sides and traced the trim curves of her waist before splaying them wide on her hips. He smiled and turned her then so that he could walk her back towards the bed. Gently he guided her until she was laying down, leaving him poised above her.
“I’d paint your curves like a river,” he murmured again, tracing a path to her hips once more. “But of course,” he whispered, giving her a primal sort of smile before he slid down her body. “Rivers lead to pools.”
He helped her out of the rest of her clothes before nuzzling the skin of her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel in quick, liquid touches. “Small pools of color and light,” he breathed into her taut skin. “Shallow and bright like this one, and I’d paint it with a few quick brush strokes.”
“Cameron…” Elizabeth moaned his name softly, anticipating the next moments.
He smiled into her skin.
“And I couldn’t forget the graceful lines of your legs,” he teased. “So I’d have to do those next.”
He pulled his mouth away from her stomach slightly so that he could look up at her from under dark lashes as he ran caressing hands slowly down her legs.
“After all,” he continued to tease, knowing that his breath was hot on her body and just above where she really wanted him. “These legs have danced the Pas de deux, and learned Tai chi chuan, and God knows can do things in yoga that are practically unnatural.”
He smiled when Elizabeth licked her lips and titled her head back, breathing deeply and trying to be patient. And the colonel tested that patience, making her wait and tracing small circles with his thumbs over the soft skin of her hips. Then slowly, he brushed a kiss low on her inner thigh.
Elizabeth sighed and Cameron smiled into the warmth of her skin before kissing his way patiently up her inner thigh. He stopped short of any place higher on her body though and Elizabeth made a frustrated sound. Instead, he repeated his caresses along her other thigh.
“Cam…”
“They’re perfect legs… so I’d want to take my time…”
He continued with his slow kisses, climbing higher and higher until Elizabeth was writhing beneath him.
“Please, oh God, please…” she finally begged.
“You want me to finish the painting?” Cameron asked her innocently.
“Please…”
“All right,” he said in a low voice and moved as if to slide back up her body. He chuckled, a low, masculine sound when Elizabeth pushed him back down with urgent hands.
“Cameron…” she half begged, half growled.
He chuckled again and settled himself so that he could press his mouth once more into the taut skin of her stomach. “Small pools of light…” he dipped his tongue quickly into her navel again before moving lower. “Meaning that there are also quiet, secret pools of shadow.”
Cameron’s breath stirred the dark curls beneath his lips before he nuzzled the warm skin beneath them with soft, quick flicks of his tongue and the touch of his lips. “I’d start with swift curling brush strokes he murmured. And then…”
He slid a finger into her.
“Yes…” the word fell from Elizabeth’s lips in a long, slow sigh.
Cameron stroked her gently and Elizabeth shuddered and moaned.
“I would use a different brush to fill in the deepest parts.”
He caressed her with long, slow slides of his finger that made her press against the full pressure of his hand. “I’d want to convey a sense of promise and ecstasy with the steady layering of strokes.”
“But…” He lay his mouth over her and Elizabeth cried out at he tasted her. She shivered when he took a moment to murmur against her skin. “I think that I would have to add a few brush strokes here for that to be fully realized.”
He used his teeth and tongue to find where Elizabeth was most sensitive and she tangled her hands in the sheets, shuddering. “Oh God… Cameron…”
He continued to slide his finger tenderly inside of her while using lips, and tongue, and teeth in skilled touches to bring Elizabeth to a shuddering climax. Her hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets as she came with a joyous cry.
“Maybe I really should take up painting,” he murmured as she came back down. Then slowly, he moved back up her body to kiss Elizabeth. “I think I’d enjoy it.”
Elizabeth laughed, her voice almost giddy in the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Of course, I’d have to practice often. What do think?”
“I think I’ve never known anyone like you,” she confessed in a moment of naked honesty.
“I told you that there was more to this flyboy than meets the eye.”
“Yes,” Elizabeth agreed. “Yes you did.”
“I’m glad that you changed your mind, Elizabeth.”
“So am I,” she admitted. “Let me show you?”
Cameron grinned and shucked off his sweats and boxers before joining her…
Cameron woke and immediately realized that he was alone in his bed. Eyes still closed, he reached to his side, seeking Elizabeth. When his blind search yielded nothing, he opened his eyes and sat up.
“Elizabeth?”
He looked around his room and saw her, wearing one of his t-shirts and looking like nothing so much as a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“Elizabeth, is everything all right?”
“Liz?” he prompted when she said nothing after a few moments. “What are you doing?” he asked, changing tact.
“I’m looking for chocolate,” she admitted in a guilty voice that was almost too low for the colonel to hear.
“What?” Cameron asked with a slightly incredulous tone. “Elizabeth, did you just say that you were looking for chocolate?”
“Well, I haven’t had it for almost two years,” she said. “And you did promise me three bars,” she rationalized.
Cameron was suddenly certain that he had never been more in love with a woman in his life. He laughed in joy with the sudden realization. Of course, she mistook his laughter and gave him a slightly aggrieved look which caused him to laugh again.
“Oh, Liz, I think I love you,” the colonel said before he could stop himself. Suddenly he froze, uncertain what the former Atlantean leader would make of the statement and almost convinced that she would suddenly find every reason to run for the hills.
Elizabeth was silent for a long moment. And it seemed like an eternity to the pilot still sitting in his bed. Then ever so slowly, she smiled. It was a quiet smile, small and shy, but it was definitely there. Cameron released a breath that he hadn’t realized that he was holding.
“Check my Tac vest,” the colonel said then, indicating where it was with a nod of his head.
Elizabeth grinned and went to where Cameron had indicated.
“Top right pocket,” he directed.
Elizabeth found the pocket and withdrew three paper and foil wrapped chocolate bars. Cameron smiled as he watched her unwrap a bar and break off a single piece to place in her mouth. Her look of absolute bliss nearly rivaled the one that she had had earlier that night.
“So you just wanted me for my chocolate after all,” the colonel teased.
“Better than sex,” Elizabeth declared with a radiant smile.
Cameron gave her a look and she laughed brightly. Then he watched, fascinated as her expression changed from purely playful, to something more wickedly sensual, if no less playful .
“Elizabeth?”
She broke off another piece of chocolate and rubbed it experimentally between her fingers, warming it with the heat of her hand. Slowly then, she brought her finger to her lips and licked it clean of chocolate with an expression that was nothing short of primal.
Cameron swallowed almost audibly and took a deep breath, suddenly certain that the room had no oxygen left in it.
“Liz…”
She smiled, slow and sensuous. She broke off another piece of chocolate and again warmed it with her fingers. Then Elizabeth walked over to where Cameron still sat in bed. She brushed the chocolate over the colonel’s lips and he resisted the urge to lick it off, curious to know what Elizabeth was going to do.
Deliberately, she leaned over and ran her tongue along Cameron’s bottom lip. Then, making certain that he was watching, she licked her own lips before leaning back to capture his in a kiss.
“Mmmm…” she murmured. “I might be wrong about the sex. Maybe we should see,” she suggested, pulling down the sheet covering Cameron.
She broke off yet another piece of chocolate and moved to straddle him, settling herself very carefully on his lap. Cameron was suddenly very conscious of the fact that all Elizabeth was wearing was his t-shirt. And then she wasn’t wearing even that.
Elizabeth smiled and brushed his lips with chocolate again. But before she could do anything, Cameron kissed her himself, burying his hands in her hair and only breaking the kiss when they were both dizzy and breathless.
“I could kiss you for forever,” Elizabeth said with a wanton smile.
“I hope not,” he echoed. “Because I was really hoping that you’d do a whole lot more to me.”
She laughed, low and soft. “Oh, I intend to Colonel.”
Elizabeth warmed more chocolate in her hand before placing it at Cameron’s pulse point. He moaned as she licked the skin clean. Then, taking her time, she moved down his body.
“Liz…” he said in a low rumble that vibrated through his body as she brushed chocolate over first one nipple, than the other. She lavished attention on each in turn until Cameron felt like his body was practically humming.
She trailed one chocolate covered finger down his midline and followed the path with her tongue. Then Elizabeth reversed direction and repeated the caress, moving slowly upward.
“Elizabeth…” he murmured, his voice thick.
“You taste like chocolate,” she breathed into his ear, gently nibbling on his earlobe. “And have I told you how much I like chocolate?”
“I’m starting to figure it out,” he replied as Elizabeth shifted so that she could trail more chocolate from his pulse point to his navel. Again she followed the sweet down his body with her lips and tongue.
By the time that Elizabeth had finally reached his erection, Cameron was certain that he couldn’t possibly be more aroused, knowing what was coming. He was wrong. When Elizabeth started finally using the chocolate to slide her hand up and down his length, he felt himself grow almost painfully hard, responding to her touch with something close to an overwhelming intensity.
“Oh, God Liz…” he looked down to her, amazed at just how much it turned him on to see her there, poised above him. She licked her lips and gave him a look so primal, that it nearly drove him senseless.
Then, when she licked along the entirety of his length, base to tip, Cameron felt himself catch on fire. He was certain that he was on fire. And when she slowly took almost all of him into her mouth, he knew that he had burned to glorious ash. Finally, when she started to suck gently, taking him in and out of her mouth with a languid passion, Cameron felt the ash that he had become, blow away.
“Oh God, ‘Lizabeth… that feels…”
She used the barest hint of teeth, and Cameron lost all power of speech. He felt himself plunge into a world where the only things he could understand were the amazing things that Elizabeth was doing to him. The whole of his world became her lips, and her tongue, and her mouth. By the time that she had licked and sucked the last of the chocolate from him, he was balanced on a razor’s edge of pleasure and pain, aching and deliriously euphoric all at once.
Cameron watched Elizabeth lick her lips, and for a moment, it became his entire focus. Then she shifted, straddling him again.
“I need you inside me,” she murmured.
He couldn’t answer her with words.
She moved so that just the tip of him was inside of her. “I need to feel you inside of me,” she repeated.
Cameron wanted nothing more than to thrust himself up inside of her, but he waited, letting her take the pleasure for herself.
“I want you,” she confessed. And slowly, she lowered herself onto him. “I love you.”
“Oh God, darlin’… Liz…” the words finally burst from him as he felt her slide tight and wet around him.
She threw back her head, arching like a bow above him, seeking her pleasure. Cameron was convinced that it was the most beautiful thing in the world that he had ever seen . His own bliss was nothing to hers. He was enraptured by just watching her, feeling her take pleasure from him and knowing that he was the cause of it.
“Oh God…” she moaned above him before looking down and capturing his gaze with her own. He watched as she was overwhelmed by ecstasy.
“Yes, darlin’…” he encouraged her.
Then she shifted and for a moment, Cameron knew that he had died. She found a new place and rhythm, taking him with her. He was surprised that he didn’t come the minute she had. But she held him in that place, finding a balance between her pleasure and his.
It was the single most amazing thing he had ever felt in his life. His hands went to her hips, but he let Elizabeth take them where she would. She moaned and ran light nails down in his chest, as lost in the sensations as Cameron was. Then, with a bright cry, her orgasm washed over her.
He watched for as long as he could as rapture transformed her from merely beautiful, to transcendent And then his own orgasm overtook him and he came with a rough cry, gripping Elizabeth’s hips and making marks that he was afraid she would be wearing the next day.
Elizabeth lay herself down when her shuddering had become simply shivers. She rested her cheek on his chest but still straddled him, keeping him buried deep within her.
“I was wrong,” she murmured. “Chocolate isn’t better than sex,” she confessed, still shivering slightly.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Cameron drawled, handing her back his black t-shirt. “I’m thinking that that was some pretty damn good chocolate.”
Elizabeth gave him a surprised laugh and slipped his t-shirt on gratefully before settling herself in his arms.
“But now I have no more chocolate,” she lamented with a smile.
“Oh, don’t look at me. I’m not giving you anymore.”
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.
“Obviously denying you chocolate is the right way to go,” Cameron explained.
“Ooh…” she hit him lightly on the shoulder.
“Ouch,” he responded in mock pain before idlyly running a hand up and down the fabric of the t-shirt that Elizabeth was wearing.
“And I suppose that I’m never getting this t-shirt back,” Cameron said conversationally.
“I might consider it, if you give me more chocolate,” Elizabeth teased.
“No deal.”
She gave him a curious look.
“You look far too amazing in my shirt,” Cameron said, recalling just how he had felt upon seeing her wearing it as he woke up.
“You are a shameless flirt, Cameron Mitchell.”
He grinned as he watched her blush.
“Well, if you just didn’t look so damn cute when I flirt with you…”
Elizabeth felt her blush spread.
He laughed lightly and shifted, holding her closer and kissing her softly on the temple.
“I should go,” Elizabeth protested quietly.
“No, not yet,” Cameron argued. “We have a few hours. Stay with me.”
“I’m not running, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Nope, I’m not worried, I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up with you in them.”
She gave him a long look.
“Didn’t know I was a hopeless romantic did you?” he asked.
“I suspected,” Elizabeth replied.
“Good… then you’ll stay?”
“I’ll stay,” she agreed.
Cameron made a contented sound and pulled her close. “Sleep,” he directed her tenderly.
Elizabeth nodded quietly against his chest and fell to sleep lulled by the gentle rhythm of Cameron’s heartbeat intertwining with her own…