fic: Shades of Life: Black
TITLE: Shades of Life: Black
AUTHOR: Shane Vansen
CATEGORY: Sheppard/Weir romance/fluff, smut
SPOILERS: None. Follows very loosely after SoL: Grey & SoL: Amber, but stands alone
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: He could only watch as she came apart beneath his touch.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Part three of the stagesoflove challenge: 5 colours. Thanks to quietlybemused (more for stroking my ego than actual betaing) and elvinborn (who did offer many suggestions, some of which I didn't take into account because I was feeling lazy when I edited, so remaining wacky sentences are mine).
Elizabeth was already stripped down to her bra and underwear, John to his boxers, when he backed her towards the bed. The fall to the mattress broke their kiss and John lifted his head to look down at her, wondering at their lack of awkwardness with each other as she laughed. He grinned in return and rolled to the side of the bed to give her room to make herself more comfortable.
John propped himself up on his side and leaned over to capture Elizabeth's still-smiling lips in a kiss that was slow and deep. Her eyes were closed when he pulled away and he touched his forefinger to the space between her eyebrows, running his finger down the bridge of her nose to its tip before landing on her lips. She smiled again as he spent several moments tracing her mouth before kissing her lightly.
Elizabeth's eyes opened and locked on his as he continued his exploration, his fingers moving down her neck and pausing briefly in the hollow of her throat. He kept his eyes on Elizabeth's while his hand moved lower still, following the invisible line between her breasts, and he didn't miss the flutter of her eyelids when his finger retraced its path partway and then drifted over to brush across a satin-covered nipple. A few strokes later her eyes closed entirely and John allowed his gaze to wander down to where his hand was teasing her body.
Once he had her arching into his touch he resumed his original path, his finger ghosting over her stomach, dipping into her bellybutton and continuing beyond. He paused at the edge of her underwear, black satin to match her bra, and moved back and forth, back and forth, until Elizabeth opened her eyes once more. Not looking away, he slipped his hand beneath the thin barrier.
With a quiet oh! her eyes slammed shut and her back arched off the bed as his finger slid inside her. John's gaze flicked between her face and his hand as he found a rhythm that she seemed to like. Absorbed in the sight and the feel of her, he could only watch as she came apart beneath his touch.
He withdrew his hand, letting it rest on her stomach as he watched her breathing return to normal, the flush fading from her skin. And then she was sitting up, stripping herself and him of their remaining clothing before pushing him onto his back and straddling him. She bent down to kiss him fiercely, reaching towards the bedside table at the same time, and almost before John's brain could catch up she was sheathing his erection first with the condom and then with her body.
He gasped and instinctively thrust up, Elizabeth's hands braced on his chest as she shuddered above him. John reached for her, his hands moving erratically over her body, the two of them easily finding a rhythm.
Somehow, John managed to hold back until Elizabeth climaxed, her forehead buried in the crook of his neck and her breath hot and moist against his collarbone as she gasped his name. With hands tight on her hips he thrust up a final time, a hoarse shout torn from his throat.
For several minutes they lay quietly, bodies cooling, breath evening out. Elizabeth's weight against his chest made it harder to catch his breath but John didn't even consider asking her to move, instead draping an arm over her waist to anchor her to him. Eventually, however, she slid to his side before moving to leave the bed.
"Where're you going?" he asked, surprised by the roughness of his voice.
She leaned over to press a quick kiss to his lips. "I'll be right back," she promised.
True to her word she returned from his bathroom after just a few minutes, having snagged his discarded t-shirt somewhere along the way. The soft black cotton fell to mid-thigh, slipping higher as she climbed back into bed alongside him. Sleepily, John pulled her against him and let her warmth lull him into slumber.
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AUTHOR: Shane Vansen
CATEGORY: Sheppard/Weir romance/fluff, smut
SPOILERS: None. Follows very loosely after SoL: Grey & SoL: Amber, but stands alone
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: He could only watch as she came apart beneath his touch.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Part three of the stagesoflove challenge: 5 colours. Thanks to quietlybemused (more for stroking my ego than actual betaing) and elvinborn (who did offer many suggestions, some of which I didn't take into account because I was feeling lazy when I edited, so remaining wacky sentences are mine).
Elizabeth was already stripped down to her bra and underwear, John to his boxers, when he backed her towards the bed. The fall to the mattress broke their kiss and John lifted his head to look down at her, wondering at their lack of awkwardness with each other as she laughed. He grinned in return and rolled to the side of the bed to give her room to make herself more comfortable.
John propped himself up on his side and leaned over to capture Elizabeth's still-smiling lips in a kiss that was slow and deep. Her eyes were closed when he pulled away and he touched his forefinger to the space between her eyebrows, running his finger down the bridge of her nose to its tip before landing on her lips. She smiled again as he spent several moments tracing her mouth before kissing her lightly.
Elizabeth's eyes opened and locked on his as he continued his exploration, his fingers moving down her neck and pausing briefly in the hollow of her throat. He kept his eyes on Elizabeth's while his hand moved lower still, following the invisible line between her breasts, and he didn't miss the flutter of her eyelids when his finger retraced its path partway and then drifted over to brush across a satin-covered nipple. A few strokes later her eyes closed entirely and John allowed his gaze to wander down to where his hand was teasing her body.
Once he had her arching into his touch he resumed his original path, his finger ghosting over her stomach, dipping into her bellybutton and continuing beyond. He paused at the edge of her underwear, black satin to match her bra, and moved back and forth, back and forth, until Elizabeth opened her eyes once more. Not looking away, he slipped his hand beneath the thin barrier.
With a quiet oh! her eyes slammed shut and her back arched off the bed as his finger slid inside her. John's gaze flicked between her face and his hand as he found a rhythm that she seemed to like. Absorbed in the sight and the feel of her, he could only watch as she came apart beneath his touch.
He withdrew his hand, letting it rest on her stomach as he watched her breathing return to normal, the flush fading from her skin. And then she was sitting up, stripping herself and him of their remaining clothing before pushing him onto his back and straddling him. She bent down to kiss him fiercely, reaching towards the bedside table at the same time, and almost before John's brain could catch up she was sheathing his erection first with the condom and then with her body.
He gasped and instinctively thrust up, Elizabeth's hands braced on his chest as she shuddered above him. John reached for her, his hands moving erratically over her body, the two of them easily finding a rhythm.
Somehow, John managed to hold back until Elizabeth climaxed, her forehead buried in the crook of his neck and her breath hot and moist against his collarbone as she gasped his name. With hands tight on her hips he thrust up a final time, a hoarse shout torn from his throat.
For several minutes they lay quietly, bodies cooling, breath evening out. Elizabeth's weight against his chest made it harder to catch his breath but John didn't even consider asking her to move, instead draping an arm over her waist to anchor her to him. Eventually, however, she slid to his side before moving to leave the bed.
"Where're you going?" he asked, surprised by the roughness of his voice.
She leaned over to press a quick kiss to his lips. "I'll be right back," she promised.
True to her word she returned from his bathroom after just a few minutes, having snagged his discarded t-shirt somewhere along the way. The soft black cotton fell to mid-thigh, slipping higher as she climbed back into bed alongside him. Sleepily, John pulled her against him and let her warmth lull him into slumber.
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