Fic: There are No Words for this (Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/OFC, M)
Title: There are no words for this
Authors: meekosan & toomuchfandom
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/OFC
Rating: M
Word count: 49.669 words
Summary: John Sheppard's incident with the iratus retrovirus is not quite gone and certainly not forgotten. When he meets one of the new doctors in the infirmary, some - instincts are awoken in not only him, but this woman as well. As they are inexplicitely bound together by their genetic code, they find that they have to discover new ways of getting to know each other when the usual boy meets girl, boy dates girl type courting doesn't apply.
Kinks: Lust at first sight, oral fixation, food, alien (dna) made them do it, masturbation, oral sex, psychic links, restraints, lion/cub syndrome (over protectiveness), mutual masturbation, voyeurism, dominance, double penetration, literal mind fucking, anal sex, biting, cock worship, domestic, ejaculate, emotional themes (insecurity, frightened), face-fucking, face-sitting, fingerfucking, foreplay, happiness, hurt/comfort, intimacy, altered states, loss of control, massage, sexual appetite, possessiveness, schmoop, sex interrupted, sex in semi-public place, sexual appetite, sexual movements, sleep and bedding themes (sex as use of exhaustion, morning sex), swallowing, striptease, talking during sex, temperamental personalities, touching, undressing, urgency for sex, voice fetishization, vulnerability, well-fucked, worry. (taken from: http://eliade.livejournal.com/472331.html)
Author's note: So, two things need to be said; 1) yes, there will be a sequel at some point (we're not done playing in this universe yet!) and 2) It's posted in chunks because LJ doesn't like bulk posting and I feel bad for chopping up the story this bad. There's a link to the next part at the end of each part.
Art: By flitter? I'm sure she'll be posting it here today too. meekosan is usually the one who posts things to communities and tracks things. I'm more the silent partner so I think I'm doing this wrong anyway. LOL
The job of a lifetime! Whatever she was thinking when she agreed to sign off on the blind commitment, Elsa had no clue. She could have claimed an alien took over her mind or body, but - then she would have really had to undergo testing after she learned that said aliens really did exist.
Okay, so space travel was possible. Wormholes and other galaxies, like on Star Trek were indeed real - although the show itself was fiction - but this? She had to draw her own blood and do the tests herself to make sure she wasn’t drugged. If she had been kept on Earth, with Stargate Command, she might be more accepting; a gradual adjustment would be easier. But no. They had to send her to Atlantis. Talk about a mental trip! Walking through from one galaxy to another was insanity.
In the end, here she was. In the mythical, lost city of Atlantis. Looking around the infirmary, her infirmary no matter what they said about her not being chief, but assistant chief, she didn’t care. Beckett said as much that he was focusing a lot of his attention on the Hoffan situation that Atlantis would be her area. She was more than capable and willing to take on that challenge now.
Most of the time, in the early days of her arrival, Elsa studied the equipment and got herself familiar to the department and city. She hadn’t yet taken a full shift, but when she finally did - everything would change. Starting with a certain member of an off world team.
John Sheppard had just returned from an off world mission with Major Lorne’s team. It had started out as a peaceful scientific mission, but for some reason Lorne’s gut feeling had been right and they had been walking right into an ambush; losing one of Lorne’s team members permanently and both Sheppard and Lorne getting grazed by arrows as they were trying to protect the rest of the scientists as Teyla and Ronon were leading the way back to the gate.
“Just get the damn arrow out,” John had muttered as they made their way to the infirmary. Their injuries hadn’t been that serious; Lorne had only been grazed, and up until Rodney pointed out that John had an arrow sticking out of his leg, Sheppard had been feeling fine. At least he didn’t take one in the butt. “Carson!”
Elsa had been dealing with familiarizing herself with the stock arrangements when she heard voices coming into the infirmary. Making her way out, she could see the nurses getting the new patients settled in on the beds and sighed. “What happened?” she asked as she went over to wash her hands before going over to inspect them closer.
John looked at the new doctor for a moment; she looked as if she didn’t belong in the infirmary, but somewhere else. He just wasn’t sure where, just that she looked great. “Unfriendly natives, who are you?”
“Enlightening,” she replied as she pulled on her gloves with a smile and eyed the man. He was - deliciously good-looking. “I’m your doctor for today. Who are you?”
“Your boss, when the boss is away,” John replied evenly. “Let’s try that again, I’m Sheppard, who are you?”
“Elsa,” she smiled as she squatted down to be more eye level with his leg, holding him still above the injury location. “Nicole? Get me sheers so that I can cut around the pants please.”
The nurse was quick to hand over a pair of the blunt ended scissors. Elsa quickly cut up the pant leg after un-tucking it from Sheppard’s boot until all that was left was the bit around the arrow. “They did a number on you Sheppard,” she said as she inspected the end sticking out to see if it would break easily so that she could push it through all the way.
“It’s just an arrow,” he replied as he looked at Lorne; he needed a distraction for some reason. Lorne was already patched up. Already? “I often get the shortest stick out of the bunch.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” Elsa asked as she started to inject around the injury site with lidocaine. “Just going to numb you up then we can push it through. You shouldn’t feel much, if anything.”
John sighed as he stared up to the ceiling with his hands behind his back. She smelled nice, better than any doctor or nurse around the infirmary did. He could feel the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin gloves and... Stop, what are you doing? he asked himself and imagined seeing Rodney pinned up against the ceiling wearing women’s underwear.
“Sheppard? Are you listening?” she repeated, having been trying to ask what he was feeling in his leg as she was ready to get the arrow out by then. “Is something wrong?”
John blinked and looked down at her. Beautiful eyes, he thought and swallowed. “Sorry, must have zoned out a bit. What was it that you were asking?”
“Your leg? Is it numb enough around where I am touching now? Are you sure you are alright? Perhaps I should order a full workup,” she said with concern as she looked at him. How could a man be so devastatingly handsome? Surely she wasn’t in his league.
“No, I’m fine and I don’t feel you touching my leg aside from some prodding fingers,” he sighed and looked up to the ceiling again. “When did you arrive on Atlantis?”
Elsa nodded slowly as she shifted to quickly push the arrow through until it was free on the other side. “I’ve been here for about a week but today is my first full shift in here. Been working on getting familiar with everything until Dr. Beckett was sure I can handle it on my own. Alright - it’s out now just to clean it and sew you up,” she smiled as she began to flush out the open holes with a saline flush before injecting an antibiotic into the area.
“Ah, so basically you still have your training wheels on?” John winced; the sensation of the fluids inside his leg was awful.
“In a way,” she shrugged. “If you are questioning my ability, I can assure you that I am well versed in treatment and surgery. It’s just the technology needs some getting used to.”
“I’m not questioning anything. Carson would be hovering if he didn’t trust you and your abilities.”
Elsa smiled up at him. “Thanks - I think. You know, since you’ve been such a great patient so far, you might have earned yourself a lolly pop,” she winked.
“Ohhh,” John looked back down again, not expecting to be caught in her eyes again. “You’re one of those doctors; trying to ply your patient with candy when there’s nothing serious going on and then hope that the patient still cooperates when the dents need to be hammered out of it.”
She finished with his stitches as she grinned. “Maybe,” she shrugged as she stood, letting the nurse finish bandaging the leg. “Of course you might never know that now,” she added, pulling a chocolate tootsie pop from her lab coat and twirled it in her fingers before putting it back in.
John shrugged. “I hate the infirmary, there’s no way you can make it more appealing to me,” he replied and was happy when the nurse was done. “Thanks for patching me up.”
Elsa frowned as she looked at him. “It’s a shame because you seem to brighten the place some,” she said before she realized what she said. “In any case, I’m sure you know the routine with stitches and not getting them wet for 24 to 48 hours. You’re free to go...” she said quickly before trying to make an embarrassing escape to the office.
He quickly walked to his quarters to get a new set of pants. If he didn’t know any better; he would have thought he had been blatantly flirting with the new girl in town. The hot, good smelling, gorgeous eyes, new girl in town. What was up with that? He could have sworn he knew her from somewhere, at least that was the feeling he got, but he couldn’t remember her face.
After getting changed in his quarters and discarding his torn pants, he made his way to his office and started on the mission report. He was going to do all of his chores, eat something and then maybe try to get some sleep.
By the time she finished with her shift, it was well past dinner time and she was nearly starved. After the gate team had been treated and discharged, she practically locked herself away in the office to deal with patient charts. Of course, her curiosity got the better of her and she had to look up the man named Sheppard. Really, she should have known who he was but she didn’t put two and two together until she saw his chart.
Still, it was out of place, her having an infatuation with the military commander in the city. So, she pushed it out as best she could but her eyes frequently drifted off to study the picture in the file. Giving up, she left with the intention of a quiet, solitary dinner in the nearly empty mess hall. She couldn’t be more grateful that it was after the initial dinner rush and finding her a quiet table on the balcony was only the icing on the cake - or so she thought.
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” John said as he saw the new doctor take place at one of the empty tables. “Especially at night, when all the lights on the tiers are on.”
Elsa looked up from her tray to the voice. How did I not notice him there? she wondered. “Oh - yeah. It is lovely,” she said, her eyes glued to him and not the scenery. Of course, now, despite her hunger for food, another, more carnal desire grew in her. What was this man doing to her?
He smiled at her as he put another fry in his mouth. “Just curious... we haven’t met before, have we? Other than today?”
“No, I don’t think so. I think I would have remembered if we had,” she replied as casually as she could. Distraction...distract yourself... she thought as she picked up one of her hot dogs and worked on it, humming at the taste of food.
For some reason, seeing Elsa’s lips around the wiener of the dog and hearing her hum, made him squirm, imagining her lips on his cock, sucking him dry. He whined and quickly took a sip of his hot coffee to make him think if that instead of her mouth.
“Something wrong?” she asked, hearing his whimper. She wiped away the ketchup that had caught on the corner of her mouth and looked at him. Why was she still talking to him? Just knowing he was a couple tables away made her body feel aflame. Not good. Not good at all.
“I’m sorry,” John said, gathering his tray and got up. “I have a gut feeling that McKay or Lorne are pulling a prank on me with something... causing me to... uhm... have a good night.” He quickly said and headed towards the exit.
“What?” she asked confused, standing from her own seat. “Wait - did I do something wrong to upset you?” Why didn’t she want him to leave? She did come out there to be alone...
“Oh, no, don’t worry,” John managed to smile. “It’s not you, it’s me.” He then rolled his eyes and shook his head. Get out now, John, he told himself. His body was betraying him, there was no way he could feel all of this for someone he had just met.
“Right - that’s really very convincing,” Elsa commented with skepticism, hurt, and disappointment. She turned back to her tray, eyeing it before shaking her head. She didn’t sit back down but instead started to clear up the area as she was no longer feeling up for food like that anymore.
“Okay, okay...” he sighed, seeing disappointment in her face. “This is the Pegasus Galaxy, weird things... happen. I think McKay and Lorne may have done something to make a complete ass out of myself in front of any new expedition member... I don’t know, maybe they spiked my can of water with something or my food.” He lifted up his tray, revealing the bulge inside his pants. “I never lose control like this. So, it’s not you, it’s me.” He placed the tray in front of him again, and walked towards Elsa. Don’t be so stupid... he sighed at himself. “You smell great, you have beautiful eyes and I just want to ravage you.” He said with a deep, sultry voice. “Thing is... I’m never this forward, and I usually wait until I get to know someone first.”
Her eyes had been fixated on his - problem until he got closer. Looking into his eyes, she swallowed hard. “I tend to be that - forward myself on occasion, but I can’t understand why I seem to make a fool of myself either - like in the infirmary,” she admitted. “And yes, you smell just as ravishing to me,” Elsa added, licking her lips.
“It feels amazing...” he cocked his head as he studied her face. “Like being an out of control drunk, but I’m fully in control... well my head is all clear, still... they must have gotten to you too!”
She leaned in unconsciously towards him. “I don’t know about that. I looked up gate logs after you left. Just a feeling. Your Dr. McKay left with another science team and wasn’t back yet when you came back.”
“Must be Lorne...” he muttered as he could smell her shampoo, it smelled amazing. “How about... we go to our quarters and see if there’s any change tomorrow?” John opted, his body screaming ‘no’.
“What would he have to gain by messing with us?” she asked with a smile. “Quarters?” she added, raising an eyebrow, her eyes were flickering down towards his lap that was hidden by the table.
“With me... you’re just a random victim,” he answered. “Yes, quarters. Sleep this off. Hopefully, most sensible option.”
Elsa shook her head. “I don’t think sleep will be an easy or painless option for you Sheppard. Not if what you just displayed for me has anything to say about it.”
John smirked. “Cold shower and my faithful right hand will do the trick, if not, I’ll be fine.”
She dropped her voice to a more a more breathy tone and looked at him through a hazy and hooded eyes. “And if it doesn’t?”
Her voice made tingles run through his body. “We can’t. It’s wrong. As much as I...”
Elsa didn’t know what she was doing, nor did she care in that moment when she leaned across the table and kissed him quickly. She needed to taste his lips, some strange instinct compelled her to just stop resisting and take him. His taste was heavenly! Glorious! Intoxicating, so much that she didn’t want to stop.
Oh God! John wanted to give in to her, but it was wrong, it felt good but it wasn’t right. He knew he could be the strongest person, he could hold off mind probes for a while, why did it feel so hard... ha, hard! to ignore the feelings he currently felt raging through his body? He could not think of rejecting this beautiful being... she tasted so good, her lips were so soft and... He mentally kicked himself, placed his hands gently on her shoulders and pulled them apart. Her eyes were dark with lust, and he knew that his were looking somewhat the same. “That was....” he took a deep breath and got up again. “Go to your quarters. I’m going to mine.”
“What?” she asked with confused delirium as she looked at him. “I don’t want to...” Elsa started to say and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to think clearly. He was right. This wasn’t right. What was? She never felt more confused and conflicted about anything, and an almost total stranger! “Go...”
He nodded and slowly backed away, feeling a strong magnetic pull towards her. “It’ll probably be over tomorrow,” he opened the door to the mess hall. “Fight it, Elsa.”
Something told her that wasn’t true, just wishful thinking but she nodded anyway and avoided looking at him. “Bye,” she said softly, clear restraint in her voice that did not hide her regret very well either.
Once John was in his quarters, he felt fine again. His usual self with a very painful boner to take care of. Which he did, underneath a cold shower for good measure. Part of him didn’t want to believe his own rationale of one of his friends having put something in his food, and Elsa’s, to literally fuck with him, and make the new girl look bad. The other part of him wanted to call for Lorne and ask for an explanation but was almost certain that he wasn’t behind all of this.
No, these feelings for Elsa, especially the other moment, were something else, something hard to control, almost primal. If this wouldn’t clear up during the night, he’d have to make sure that he wouldn’t certify for sex rehab or a mental institution, as he wanted to fuck her brains out, and he felt as if he was losing it.
It was a good thing that the SGC didn’t have a male inspect her personal belongings when she was set to leave for Atlantis. That would have been an embarrassment when the guy would discover her personal vibrator in her luggage. Something made her want to bring it with her and after dinner - she was never more than grateful the pretty blue dolphin that she pulled out of her closet.
The next morning when she dragged herself to the infirmary for her shift, she was relieved that she had another doctor on call with her because all she wanted to do was hide in the office. Elsa did not sleep well despite the multiple times she gave herself a release during the night and even then she was still very tightly wound up.
He had been spending most of the night running around Atlantis, trying to run thoughts out of his head but whenever he came near the infirmary or the mess hall, and he believed Elsa’s quarters, his head would go into overdrive because he smelled her shampoo. John eventually ended up beating the crap out of one of the boxing sacks in the gym and hadn’t slept at all when the suns eventually rose again.
Realizing that he didn’t feel any different from yesterday, apart from the bleeding hole in his leg, he reluctantly made his way over to the infirmary to get new stitches and hoped Elsa wasn’t on duty.
Elsa had been consulting with Dr. Cole about some lab work that came in and was mid-sentence when it was like she sensed Sheppard. Her face flushed with desire but quickly shook her head to try to clear it, failing. It didn’t help that when she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was him standing at the infirmary doors. “Oh lord,” she breathed out, her eyes flickering over his body and she could feel herself grow wet at the sight.
He looked at her with bewilderment in his eyes. Was she really checking him out? Was she still infected like he was? John swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “Could you check my stitches? I was careless under the shower yesterday and I ehm... ran a couple of hours last night... think I tore a few,” he managed to say in his most even, in control, sounding voice.
She nodded slowly and waved a hand towards a nearby empty bed. “Um - sure,” she said, grabbing a pair of gloves. Her eyes followed him, roaming over his body before setting their focus on the man’s tight ass. “Crap!”
“Focus,” John said as he pulled down his pants so that she wouldn’t tear another one apart, and then got onto the bed. “Think of... I don’t know... off putting things.”
“Easier said than done,” Elsa mumbled and kept her eyes closed. “I should go get Cole for you. This - you - now...what the fuck is going on?”
“Obviously not a prank,” he said and nodded. “Fine, get her. Make her fix me... then...” he gently lifted her chin with his hand and studied her face. “I think we should give in... maybe that could fix things,” he reluctantly said.
“Him, Dr. Cole is a him. Ethan Cole...” she nodded, repeating the guy’s name in her head many times over as she walked away. The man was irritable when he came to check on Sheppard while Elsa hung back and watched, her eyes glued to John.
“What do I have the pleasure with of treating you today Colonel?” Dr. Cole greeted as he eyed the man with an approving eye. Cole was rather - forward on many occasions and most of the time his attentions were unwelcome, particularly of those that did not have the same ‘preferences’.
“I tore a few stitches,” John said and pointed at his leg and sighed. “And since she...” he nodded his head towards Elsa, “stitched me up in the first place, in Carson’s absence, I want you to fix it.” He had to lie; he could not blatantly tell Cole that he’d take her there on the bed if he had to. He shot an apologetic look to Elsa.
“Yes, yes. Suturing is not one of that woman’s specialties, is it now,” the man snorted, earning a glare from his colleague. “Well I have no problem fixing it up for you. If you like, I can do some cosmetic surgery and you won’t have much of a scar!”
Elsa grumbled with what sounded like a growl from where she watched, pacing impatiently. She couldn’t sit still with John in the infirmary and the way Cole held the man’s leg and touched it, pissed her off. Why? She didn’t know. It just did.
“Just stitch me up, okay?” John glared at Cole. “I have scars all over, I don’t mind having another one and I can’t be here all day.”
Ethan looked up at him with large eyes. He nodded silently as he returned to his work but couldn’t help but smile as he noticed something growing predominately. When he was done, he patted John’s knee but his hand lingered a bit on the last pat. “You’re all finished now Colonel,” he smiled sweetly at the man.
John shot another glare at the man before hopping off the bed and getting his pants back on. “Thank you,” he managed to say and looked at Elsa. “You coming?”
She had been busy glaring at Cole’s back as he walked away when John spoke to her. “Where?” she asked, trying to see if she could shoot lasers from her eyes at the evil little man.
“Lunch?” He said sheepishly as he waited for her by the door.
Elsa quickly looked at him and for a fraction of a second; she was going to say no. “Yes!” she cried as she yanked off her lab coat and hastily followed him out.
He sure as hell hoped it would be all over once he and Elsa had sex with each other. Everything in his head, his rational mind, screamed that he shouldn’t do this, and actually recall Carson from his experiments on Hoff, but he also didn’t mind having sex. Elsa was one hot looking woman and he was going to ravage her until they both were worn out, and completely sated.
Elsa let out a breath of relief once they were away from the infirmary, staying close to John in the corridors. When he turned right instead of going straight to the transporter, she paused, looking at him in confusion. “Sheppard?”
“What?”
“Lunch?” she asked, pointing towards the transporter.
Grinning, he looked at her, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. “Lunch,” he nodded towards her.
She mouthed a silent ‘Ohh’ before grinning and picking up her step to catch up to him, walking closer to him where their arms and bodies seemed to innocently brush against one another. To the average person, it was two - friends - walking but for them... Her body lit up at that moment like a fiery blaze and the only one able to put it out was the one who started the inferno.
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Authors: meekosan & toomuchfandom
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John Sheppard/OFC
Rating: M
Word count: 49.669 words
Summary: John Sheppard's incident with the iratus retrovirus is not quite gone and certainly not forgotten. When he meets one of the new doctors in the infirmary, some - instincts are awoken in not only him, but this woman as well. As they are inexplicitely bound together by their genetic code, they find that they have to discover new ways of getting to know each other when the usual boy meets girl, boy dates girl type courting doesn't apply.
Kinks: Lust at first sight, oral fixation, food, alien (dna) made them do it, masturbation, oral sex, psychic links, restraints, lion/cub syndrome (over protectiveness), mutual masturbation, voyeurism, dominance, double penetration, literal mind fucking, anal sex, biting, cock worship, domestic, ejaculate, emotional themes (insecurity, frightened), face-fucking, face-sitting, fingerfucking, foreplay, happiness, hurt/comfort, intimacy, altered states, loss of control, massage, sexual appetite, possessiveness, schmoop, sex interrupted, sex in semi-public place, sexual appetite, sexual movements, sleep and bedding themes (sex as use of exhaustion, morning sex), swallowing, striptease, talking during sex, temperamental personalities, touching, undressing, urgency for sex, voice fetishization, vulnerability, well-fucked, worry. (taken from: http://eliade.livejournal.com/472331.html)
Author's note: So, two things need to be said; 1) yes, there will be a sequel at some point (we're not done playing in this universe yet!) and 2) It's posted in chunks because LJ doesn't like bulk posting and I feel bad for chopping up the story this bad. There's a link to the next part at the end of each part.
Art: By flitter? I'm sure she'll be posting it here today too. meekosan is usually the one who posts things to communities and tracks things. I'm more the silent partner so I think I'm doing this wrong anyway. LOL
The job of a lifetime! Whatever she was thinking when she agreed to sign off on the blind commitment, Elsa had no clue. She could have claimed an alien took over her mind or body, but - then she would have really had to undergo testing after she learned that said aliens really did exist.
Okay, so space travel was possible. Wormholes and other galaxies, like on Star Trek were indeed real - although the show itself was fiction - but this? She had to draw her own blood and do the tests herself to make sure she wasn’t drugged. If she had been kept on Earth, with Stargate Command, she might be more accepting; a gradual adjustment would be easier. But no. They had to send her to Atlantis. Talk about a mental trip! Walking through from one galaxy to another was insanity.
In the end, here she was. In the mythical, lost city of Atlantis. Looking around the infirmary, her infirmary no matter what they said about her not being chief, but assistant chief, she didn’t care. Beckett said as much that he was focusing a lot of his attention on the Hoffan situation that Atlantis would be her area. She was more than capable and willing to take on that challenge now.
Most of the time, in the early days of her arrival, Elsa studied the equipment and got herself familiar to the department and city. She hadn’t yet taken a full shift, but when she finally did - everything would change. Starting with a certain member of an off world team.
John Sheppard had just returned from an off world mission with Major Lorne’s team. It had started out as a peaceful scientific mission, but for some reason Lorne’s gut feeling had been right and they had been walking right into an ambush; losing one of Lorne’s team members permanently and both Sheppard and Lorne getting grazed by arrows as they were trying to protect the rest of the scientists as Teyla and Ronon were leading the way back to the gate.
“Just get the damn arrow out,” John had muttered as they made their way to the infirmary. Their injuries hadn’t been that serious; Lorne had only been grazed, and up until Rodney pointed out that John had an arrow sticking out of his leg, Sheppard had been feeling fine. At least he didn’t take one in the butt. “Carson!”
Elsa had been dealing with familiarizing herself with the stock arrangements when she heard voices coming into the infirmary. Making her way out, she could see the nurses getting the new patients settled in on the beds and sighed. “What happened?” she asked as she went over to wash her hands before going over to inspect them closer.
John looked at the new doctor for a moment; she looked as if she didn’t belong in the infirmary, but somewhere else. He just wasn’t sure where, just that she looked great. “Unfriendly natives, who are you?”
“Enlightening,” she replied as she pulled on her gloves with a smile and eyed the man. He was - deliciously good-looking. “I’m your doctor for today. Who are you?”
“Your boss, when the boss is away,” John replied evenly. “Let’s try that again, I’m Sheppard, who are you?”
“Elsa,” she smiled as she squatted down to be more eye level with his leg, holding him still above the injury location. “Nicole? Get me sheers so that I can cut around the pants please.”
The nurse was quick to hand over a pair of the blunt ended scissors. Elsa quickly cut up the pant leg after un-tucking it from Sheppard’s boot until all that was left was the bit around the arrow. “They did a number on you Sheppard,” she said as she inspected the end sticking out to see if it would break easily so that she could push it through all the way.
“It’s just an arrow,” he replied as he looked at Lorne; he needed a distraction for some reason. Lorne was already patched up. Already? “I often get the shortest stick out of the bunch.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” Elsa asked as she started to inject around the injury site with lidocaine. “Just going to numb you up then we can push it through. You shouldn’t feel much, if anything.”
John sighed as he stared up to the ceiling with his hands behind his back. She smelled nice, better than any doctor or nurse around the infirmary did. He could feel the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin gloves and... Stop, what are you doing? he asked himself and imagined seeing Rodney pinned up against the ceiling wearing women’s underwear.
“Sheppard? Are you listening?” she repeated, having been trying to ask what he was feeling in his leg as she was ready to get the arrow out by then. “Is something wrong?”
John blinked and looked down at her. Beautiful eyes, he thought and swallowed. “Sorry, must have zoned out a bit. What was it that you were asking?”
“Your leg? Is it numb enough around where I am touching now? Are you sure you are alright? Perhaps I should order a full workup,” she said with concern as she looked at him. How could a man be so devastatingly handsome? Surely she wasn’t in his league.
“No, I’m fine and I don’t feel you touching my leg aside from some prodding fingers,” he sighed and looked up to the ceiling again. “When did you arrive on Atlantis?”
Elsa nodded slowly as she shifted to quickly push the arrow through until it was free on the other side. “I’ve been here for about a week but today is my first full shift in here. Been working on getting familiar with everything until Dr. Beckett was sure I can handle it on my own. Alright - it’s out now just to clean it and sew you up,” she smiled as she began to flush out the open holes with a saline flush before injecting an antibiotic into the area.
“Ah, so basically you still have your training wheels on?” John winced; the sensation of the fluids inside his leg was awful.
“In a way,” she shrugged. “If you are questioning my ability, I can assure you that I am well versed in treatment and surgery. It’s just the technology needs some getting used to.”
“I’m not questioning anything. Carson would be hovering if he didn’t trust you and your abilities.”
Elsa smiled up at him. “Thanks - I think. You know, since you’ve been such a great patient so far, you might have earned yourself a lolly pop,” she winked.
“Ohhh,” John looked back down again, not expecting to be caught in her eyes again. “You’re one of those doctors; trying to ply your patient with candy when there’s nothing serious going on and then hope that the patient still cooperates when the dents need to be hammered out of it.”
She finished with his stitches as she grinned. “Maybe,” she shrugged as she stood, letting the nurse finish bandaging the leg. “Of course you might never know that now,” she added, pulling a chocolate tootsie pop from her lab coat and twirled it in her fingers before putting it back in.
John shrugged. “I hate the infirmary, there’s no way you can make it more appealing to me,” he replied and was happy when the nurse was done. “Thanks for patching me up.”
Elsa frowned as she looked at him. “It’s a shame because you seem to brighten the place some,” she said before she realized what she said. “In any case, I’m sure you know the routine with stitches and not getting them wet for 24 to 48 hours. You’re free to go...” she said quickly before trying to make an embarrassing escape to the office.
He quickly walked to his quarters to get a new set of pants. If he didn’t know any better; he would have thought he had been blatantly flirting with the new girl in town. The hot, good smelling, gorgeous eyes, new girl in town. What was up with that? He could have sworn he knew her from somewhere, at least that was the feeling he got, but he couldn’t remember her face.
After getting changed in his quarters and discarding his torn pants, he made his way to his office and started on the mission report. He was going to do all of his chores, eat something and then maybe try to get some sleep.
By the time she finished with her shift, it was well past dinner time and she was nearly starved. After the gate team had been treated and discharged, she practically locked herself away in the office to deal with patient charts. Of course, her curiosity got the better of her and she had to look up the man named Sheppard. Really, she should have known who he was but she didn’t put two and two together until she saw his chart.
Still, it was out of place, her having an infatuation with the military commander in the city. So, she pushed it out as best she could but her eyes frequently drifted off to study the picture in the file. Giving up, she left with the intention of a quiet, solitary dinner in the nearly empty mess hall. She couldn’t be more grateful that it was after the initial dinner rush and finding her a quiet table on the balcony was only the icing on the cake - or so she thought.
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” John said as he saw the new doctor take place at one of the empty tables. “Especially at night, when all the lights on the tiers are on.”
Elsa looked up from her tray to the voice. How did I not notice him there? she wondered. “Oh - yeah. It is lovely,” she said, her eyes glued to him and not the scenery. Of course, now, despite her hunger for food, another, more carnal desire grew in her. What was this man doing to her?
He smiled at her as he put another fry in his mouth. “Just curious... we haven’t met before, have we? Other than today?”
“No, I don’t think so. I think I would have remembered if we had,” she replied as casually as she could. Distraction...distract yourself... she thought as she picked up one of her hot dogs and worked on it, humming at the taste of food.
For some reason, seeing Elsa’s lips around the wiener of the dog and hearing her hum, made him squirm, imagining her lips on his cock, sucking him dry. He whined and quickly took a sip of his hot coffee to make him think if that instead of her mouth.
“Something wrong?” she asked, hearing his whimper. She wiped away the ketchup that had caught on the corner of her mouth and looked at him. Why was she still talking to him? Just knowing he was a couple tables away made her body feel aflame. Not good. Not good at all.
“I’m sorry,” John said, gathering his tray and got up. “I have a gut feeling that McKay or Lorne are pulling a prank on me with something... causing me to... uhm... have a good night.” He quickly said and headed towards the exit.
“What?” she asked confused, standing from her own seat. “Wait - did I do something wrong to upset you?” Why didn’t she want him to leave? She did come out there to be alone...
“Oh, no, don’t worry,” John managed to smile. “It’s not you, it’s me.” He then rolled his eyes and shook his head. Get out now, John, he told himself. His body was betraying him, there was no way he could feel all of this for someone he had just met.
“Right - that’s really very convincing,” Elsa commented with skepticism, hurt, and disappointment. She turned back to her tray, eyeing it before shaking her head. She didn’t sit back down but instead started to clear up the area as she was no longer feeling up for food like that anymore.
“Okay, okay...” he sighed, seeing disappointment in her face. “This is the Pegasus Galaxy, weird things... happen. I think McKay and Lorne may have done something to make a complete ass out of myself in front of any new expedition member... I don’t know, maybe they spiked my can of water with something or my food.” He lifted up his tray, revealing the bulge inside his pants. “I never lose control like this. So, it’s not you, it’s me.” He placed the tray in front of him again, and walked towards Elsa. Don’t be so stupid... he sighed at himself. “You smell great, you have beautiful eyes and I just want to ravage you.” He said with a deep, sultry voice. “Thing is... I’m never this forward, and I usually wait until I get to know someone first.”
Her eyes had been fixated on his - problem until he got closer. Looking into his eyes, she swallowed hard. “I tend to be that - forward myself on occasion, but I can’t understand why I seem to make a fool of myself either - like in the infirmary,” she admitted. “And yes, you smell just as ravishing to me,” Elsa added, licking her lips.
“It feels amazing...” he cocked his head as he studied her face. “Like being an out of control drunk, but I’m fully in control... well my head is all clear, still... they must have gotten to you too!”
She leaned in unconsciously towards him. “I don’t know about that. I looked up gate logs after you left. Just a feeling. Your Dr. McKay left with another science team and wasn’t back yet when you came back.”
“Must be Lorne...” he muttered as he could smell her shampoo, it smelled amazing. “How about... we go to our quarters and see if there’s any change tomorrow?” John opted, his body screaming ‘no’.
“What would he have to gain by messing with us?” she asked with a smile. “Quarters?” she added, raising an eyebrow, her eyes were flickering down towards his lap that was hidden by the table.
“With me... you’re just a random victim,” he answered. “Yes, quarters. Sleep this off. Hopefully, most sensible option.”
Elsa shook her head. “I don’t think sleep will be an easy or painless option for you Sheppard. Not if what you just displayed for me has anything to say about it.”
John smirked. “Cold shower and my faithful right hand will do the trick, if not, I’ll be fine.”
She dropped her voice to a more a more breathy tone and looked at him through a hazy and hooded eyes. “And if it doesn’t?”
Her voice made tingles run through his body. “We can’t. It’s wrong. As much as I...”
Elsa didn’t know what she was doing, nor did she care in that moment when she leaned across the table and kissed him quickly. She needed to taste his lips, some strange instinct compelled her to just stop resisting and take him. His taste was heavenly! Glorious! Intoxicating, so much that she didn’t want to stop.
Oh God! John wanted to give in to her, but it was wrong, it felt good but it wasn’t right. He knew he could be the strongest person, he could hold off mind probes for a while, why did it feel so hard... ha, hard! to ignore the feelings he currently felt raging through his body? He could not think of rejecting this beautiful being... she tasted so good, her lips were so soft and... He mentally kicked himself, placed his hands gently on her shoulders and pulled them apart. Her eyes were dark with lust, and he knew that his were looking somewhat the same. “That was....” he took a deep breath and got up again. “Go to your quarters. I’m going to mine.”
“What?” she asked with confused delirium as she looked at him. “I don’t want to...” Elsa started to say and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to think clearly. He was right. This wasn’t right. What was? She never felt more confused and conflicted about anything, and an almost total stranger! “Go...”
He nodded and slowly backed away, feeling a strong magnetic pull towards her. “It’ll probably be over tomorrow,” he opened the door to the mess hall. “Fight it, Elsa.”
Something told her that wasn’t true, just wishful thinking but she nodded anyway and avoided looking at him. “Bye,” she said softly, clear restraint in her voice that did not hide her regret very well either.
Once John was in his quarters, he felt fine again. His usual self with a very painful boner to take care of. Which he did, underneath a cold shower for good measure. Part of him didn’t want to believe his own rationale of one of his friends having put something in his food, and Elsa’s, to literally fuck with him, and make the new girl look bad. The other part of him wanted to call for Lorne and ask for an explanation but was almost certain that he wasn’t behind all of this.
No, these feelings for Elsa, especially the other moment, were something else, something hard to control, almost primal. If this wouldn’t clear up during the night, he’d have to make sure that he wouldn’t certify for sex rehab or a mental institution, as he wanted to fuck her brains out, and he felt as if he was losing it.
It was a good thing that the SGC didn’t have a male inspect her personal belongings when she was set to leave for Atlantis. That would have been an embarrassment when the guy would discover her personal vibrator in her luggage. Something made her want to bring it with her and after dinner - she was never more than grateful the pretty blue dolphin that she pulled out of her closet.
The next morning when she dragged herself to the infirmary for her shift, she was relieved that she had another doctor on call with her because all she wanted to do was hide in the office. Elsa did not sleep well despite the multiple times she gave herself a release during the night and even then she was still very tightly wound up.
He had been spending most of the night running around Atlantis, trying to run thoughts out of his head but whenever he came near the infirmary or the mess hall, and he believed Elsa’s quarters, his head would go into overdrive because he smelled her shampoo. John eventually ended up beating the crap out of one of the boxing sacks in the gym and hadn’t slept at all when the suns eventually rose again.
Realizing that he didn’t feel any different from yesterday, apart from the bleeding hole in his leg, he reluctantly made his way over to the infirmary to get new stitches and hoped Elsa wasn’t on duty.
Elsa had been consulting with Dr. Cole about some lab work that came in and was mid-sentence when it was like she sensed Sheppard. Her face flushed with desire but quickly shook her head to try to clear it, failing. It didn’t help that when she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was him standing at the infirmary doors. “Oh lord,” she breathed out, her eyes flickering over his body and she could feel herself grow wet at the sight.
He looked at her with bewilderment in his eyes. Was she really checking him out? Was she still infected like he was? John swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “Could you check my stitches? I was careless under the shower yesterday and I ehm... ran a couple of hours last night... think I tore a few,” he managed to say in his most even, in control, sounding voice.
She nodded slowly and waved a hand towards a nearby empty bed. “Um - sure,” she said, grabbing a pair of gloves. Her eyes followed him, roaming over his body before setting their focus on the man’s tight ass. “Crap!”
“Focus,” John said as he pulled down his pants so that she wouldn’t tear another one apart, and then got onto the bed. “Think of... I don’t know... off putting things.”
“Easier said than done,” Elsa mumbled and kept her eyes closed. “I should go get Cole for you. This - you - now...what the fuck is going on?”
“Obviously not a prank,” he said and nodded. “Fine, get her. Make her fix me... then...” he gently lifted her chin with his hand and studied her face. “I think we should give in... maybe that could fix things,” he reluctantly said.
“Him, Dr. Cole is a him. Ethan Cole...” she nodded, repeating the guy’s name in her head many times over as she walked away. The man was irritable when he came to check on Sheppard while Elsa hung back and watched, her eyes glued to John.
“What do I have the pleasure with of treating you today Colonel?” Dr. Cole greeted as he eyed the man with an approving eye. Cole was rather - forward on many occasions and most of the time his attentions were unwelcome, particularly of those that did not have the same ‘preferences’.
“I tore a few stitches,” John said and pointed at his leg and sighed. “And since she...” he nodded his head towards Elsa, “stitched me up in the first place, in Carson’s absence, I want you to fix it.” He had to lie; he could not blatantly tell Cole that he’d take her there on the bed if he had to. He shot an apologetic look to Elsa.
“Yes, yes. Suturing is not one of that woman’s specialties, is it now,” the man snorted, earning a glare from his colleague. “Well I have no problem fixing it up for you. If you like, I can do some cosmetic surgery and you won’t have much of a scar!”
Elsa grumbled with what sounded like a growl from where she watched, pacing impatiently. She couldn’t sit still with John in the infirmary and the way Cole held the man’s leg and touched it, pissed her off. Why? She didn’t know. It just did.
“Just stitch me up, okay?” John glared at Cole. “I have scars all over, I don’t mind having another one and I can’t be here all day.”
Ethan looked up at him with large eyes. He nodded silently as he returned to his work but couldn’t help but smile as he noticed something growing predominately. When he was done, he patted John’s knee but his hand lingered a bit on the last pat. “You’re all finished now Colonel,” he smiled sweetly at the man.
John shot another glare at the man before hopping off the bed and getting his pants back on. “Thank you,” he managed to say and looked at Elsa. “You coming?”
She had been busy glaring at Cole’s back as he walked away when John spoke to her. “Where?” she asked, trying to see if she could shoot lasers from her eyes at the evil little man.
“Lunch?” He said sheepishly as he waited for her by the door.
Elsa quickly looked at him and for a fraction of a second; she was going to say no. “Yes!” she cried as she yanked off her lab coat and hastily followed him out.
He sure as hell hoped it would be all over once he and Elsa had sex with each other. Everything in his head, his rational mind, screamed that he shouldn’t do this, and actually recall Carson from his experiments on Hoff, but he also didn’t mind having sex. Elsa was one hot looking woman and he was going to ravage her until they both were worn out, and completely sated.
Elsa let out a breath of relief once they were away from the infirmary, staying close to John in the corridors. When he turned right instead of going straight to the transporter, she paused, looking at him in confusion. “Sheppard?”
“What?”
“Lunch?” she asked, pointing towards the transporter.
Grinning, he looked at her, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. “Lunch,” he nodded towards her.
She mouthed a silent ‘Ohh’ before grinning and picking up her step to catch up to him, walking closer to him where their arms and bodies seemed to innocently brush against one another. To the average person, it was two - friends - walking but for them... Her body lit up at that moment like a fiery blaze and the only one able to put it out was the one who started the inferno.
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