FIC: Pleasure in Words PG-13 Sheppard/Heightmeyer
Title: Pleasure in Words
Author: Merlin's Sister
E-mail: michemerlin1@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: The Stargate:Atlantis characters are owned by the almighty MGM. Just borrowing them for a bit of fun. No point in suing me anyway. I work in the public sector.
Pairing: Sheppard/Heightmeyer
Archive: Just ask.
Summary: John and Kate find their voices. Tiny!fic.
Feedback: Always welcome.
Author's notes: Written in about ten minutes after I woke up, with a bit of tweaking later. What can I say… yay for half term! As with all these sudden bursts of writing it's completely unbetaed, so bizarre spelling and phrasing completely down to me.
Kate was the most vocal lover John had ever had. Her cries of pleasure and gasps of his name when they first made love caught him by surprise, especially when he considered the contrast with her usual quiet, reserved demeanour. Even though he already knew by that stage how different the Kate underneath was to her image.
He wanted to ask if she had always been like that. But he knew that you never asked about previous lovers unless you had a very good medical reason for doing so. Or a death wish. Still, he wanted to know. Had they had the same effect on her as he did? Had she had the same effect on them as she did on him? Which, ultimately, was why he was so curious, his own vocal expression of pleasure becoming louder each time they made love.
Had she given her other lovers permission to let go as much as she did him?
He wondered if this was why they worked. To have found each other despite their own versions of reserve, was there something about the other that made it safe to let go? To even be able to touch another was for John enough some days, especially after years of barely touching anyone else. To have this level of intimacy now was sometimes overwhelming. But, finally, he didn’t find himself running from it.
Which meant, as they took each other, locked in her quarters away from the worries of two galaxies, the rhythm of their undressing as much a dance as any other that they did, he found the words that escaped him so often easily coming to his lips.
“I love you.”
She pauses in her moves, eyeing him carefully before smiling and whispering in her softest voice, “I love you too.”
Author: Merlin's Sister
E-mail: michemerlin1@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: The Stargate:Atlantis characters are owned by the almighty MGM. Just borrowing them for a bit of fun. No point in suing me anyway. I work in the public sector.
Pairing: Sheppard/Heightmeyer
Archive: Just ask.
Summary: John and Kate find their voices. Tiny!fic.
Feedback: Always welcome.
Author's notes: Written in about ten minutes after I woke up, with a bit of tweaking later. What can I say… yay for half term! As with all these sudden bursts of writing it's completely unbetaed, so bizarre spelling and phrasing completely down to me.
Kate was the most vocal lover John had ever had. Her cries of pleasure and gasps of his name when they first made love caught him by surprise, especially when he considered the contrast with her usual quiet, reserved demeanour. Even though he already knew by that stage how different the Kate underneath was to her image.
He wanted to ask if she had always been like that. But he knew that you never asked about previous lovers unless you had a very good medical reason for doing so. Or a death wish. Still, he wanted to know. Had they had the same effect on her as he did? Had she had the same effect on them as she did on him? Which, ultimately, was why he was so curious, his own vocal expression of pleasure becoming louder each time they made love.
Had she given her other lovers permission to let go as much as she did him?
He wondered if this was why they worked. To have found each other despite their own versions of reserve, was there something about the other that made it safe to let go? To even be able to touch another was for John enough some days, especially after years of barely touching anyone else. To have this level of intimacy now was sometimes overwhelming. But, finally, he didn’t find himself running from it.
Which meant, as they took each other, locked in her quarters away from the worries of two galaxies, the rhythm of their undressing as much a dance as any other that they did, he found the words that escaped him so often easily coming to his lips.
“I love you.”
She pauses in her moves, eyeing him carefully before smiling and whispering in her softest voice, “I love you too.”