FF: Learning to Fly - Misfortune of Warlike Men 2/2 (SGA - Sheppard/Weir)
Disclaimers, warnings, etc. in Part one.
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John opened the door, half asleep, his hair sticking up in every direction. Well, at least more so than normal. Absently, he reached up, scratching at the back of his neck.
"'Lizbeth, what are you doing here? Is something-"
He didn't finish the statement. It was kind of hard to speak with Elizabeth’s lips pressed tightly against his own. She pushed him back into the room, her arms around him as fiercely tight as they had been when he'd beamed back into the city and she'd hugged him for all the world to see.
Up until now, what few kisses she'd blessed him with had been to his cheeks or forehead - never to his lips. A kiss on the lips was far more personal, far more meaningful, and now that she was finally bestowing one on him, he understood why she had held off.
This was definitely addictive. In fact, he couldn’t imagine ever wanting to do anything but this ever again. John pulled her tight to him, swallowing a moan as she parted his lips with her tongue.
She pivoted, bringing him with her, and pressed him into the nearest wall. He started to move his hands from around her waist, but she grabbed them and pinned them down against the wall with surprising strength. "Don't move," she hissed, taking only enough time to say the words and suck in a shallow breath before she was kissing him again, her body pressed into every hard groove and curve of his own.
John willingly obeyed. It was hardly a surprise for her to be here, like this, with him. What was surprising was that it had taken either of them this long to get here.
Elizabeth kissed him harder, her lips bruising, almost devouring him with her need. He understood completely and gave himself up to the moment.
They’d come so close to losing each other, and returning to Earth held no guarantees. She needed him now, in this place, before the spell that had been cast over the city, over them both, was lost. Before real life, and all their nightmares, invaded once more.
She finally let his hands go long enough so that she could go to work on his t-shirt, dragging it over his head in one swift movement before her mouth was on his again. Teeth, sharp and invigorating, nipped at his lower lip, just a breath away from being painful, before she moved on, sucking and biting at the flesh of his neck, finding the one spot she'd marked before, and torturing it mercilessly, until John was moaning so loudly, she was surprised the entire city couldn’t hear him.
She moved lower, feasting on his body like an open buffet. Her teeth scraped over a sensitive nipple, bit, sucked hard, then bit again. John bucked hard against her, his fingers digging painfully into the wall, as she literally had her way with him.
The bed was far too small for both their bodies, but Elizabeth didn't care. She pushed John down to the mattress with a strength neither one realized she had. In an instant she was straddling him, pulling off her shirt and bra in one movement before leaning back down to kiss him once more.
He could have argued if he wanted, but he knew it was fruitless, as it always was. It didn't matter that they were in his room this time, and out of their normal zone of comfort. Elizabeth was in control and what little control John had left, he gave up in an instant. He didn't understand why it felt so good to let her take over, to let her worry about making the right moves, to let her guide his body, but as she moved against him, her mouth working its way across his chest, down his abdomen, her hands pressing his shoulders down to keep him still, he couldn't imagine doing it any other way.
She worked her way lower, her mouth feasting on every inch of him, sucking, teeth biting, marking his skin. When she bit just a little too hard on an overly sensitive patch of skin by his hip, John yelped and squirmed, a mixture of surprise and pain.
Elizabeth looked up, her green eyes dark and wild, and John felt himself still immediately. She lowered her head, this time biting harder. He didn't move; didn't utter a sound. She smiled, ferally, and continued on.
He lifted his hips to help her tear his boxers from his body; felt her breath against his cock, saw the wicked smile. He could have sworn he heard her whisper the word “mine” but her voice was low, and the blood was pounding in his ears, and a moment later she took him in her mouth and he stopped caring about everything else entirely.
Her mouth was divine. John couldn’t help but writhe under her, almost bucking up into her mouth. Elizabeth pulled away, smiled. “Think you can hold on this time?”
“As long as you want.”
“Promises, promises…”
Elizabeth stood, just long enough to shuck her pants and underwear, before moving back to the bed and straddling John’s body. She leaned over him, kissed him softly, then took his hands in her own before placing them on her breasts. “Touch me.”
John didn’t need to be told twice. His hands moved over her body, finally, touching her in all the places he’d wanted to for so long. Calloused hands sent delicious shivers through her body as he firmly kneaded her breasts.
Elizabeth moaned softly, her head falling back in pleasure as John touched her. It had been so long she’d almost forgotten what the touch of another person could feel like. John shifted beneath her, moved up, until his mouth was on her, tasting her as she had tasted him.
If there was a world that existed for him outside of that room, outside of her body, he couldn’t consider it. Nothing mattered except the taste of her skin, the hardness of her nipples, the way her muscles felt beneath his hands as she shifted and moved.
Her hips stirred against him, dragging across his cock, and ripping an incoherent moan from both of them.
“I want you inside me,” Elizabeth hissed, grinding down harder as she sucked at his neck, uncaring about the marks she was sure to leave.
“What about-”
“-Taken care of,” Elizabeth answered impatiently. “Inside me. Now.”
His hands gripped her hips lightly as she guided him inside her body. The sigh she released when he entered her completely was pure bliss. Together they moved, against each other, with each other.
John moved his hand lower, his fingers moving to circle her clit, but she brushed his hand away. “Not yet.” She was already close, closer than she imagined she could be so quickly, and she didn’t want to end this that quickly.
Harder, faster, they moved together. John shifted, sat up, and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing them even closer if possible. Elizabeth’s nail dug into his skin, scoring his back in neat lines as he drove her body higher. Closer.
“Elizabeth…” He whispered her name, his breath washing her ear. Her body tightened, exploded on the next breath, taking her by surprise.
The amount of control it took John to stop, to hold himself back, was painful. His body trembled from the effort as he continued to hold Elizabeth, who was shaking for a much different reason.
“It’s okay…” she whispered, still trembling. “Go ahead.”
The sound he made was akin to a growl as he turned them both and plunged, her body finally beneath him. If possible, her legs wrapped tighter around him, urging him on. His body jerked against hers, felt her start to tighten, but he was too far gone to take the time to let her build slowly again. He came inside her, deep, calling out incoherently as he collapsed, his arms giving out under the strain.
Gulps of air weren’t enough to satisfy John’s need for oxygen. He felt lightheaded, dizzy, as he tried to regulate his breathing, his head resting heavily on Elizabeth’s shoulder.
Beneath him, she squirmed, shifted, pushed gently at his shoulder.
“Are you okay? Am I crushing you?” John asked, clearly concerned, trying to pull away. Her legs locked around his body.
It seemed impossible after what they’d just done, but Elizabeth still found herself blushing. “No… I’m… uh…” At a loss, she grabbed his hips, pushed back against his body, moaning almost painfully. Understanding hit like a sledgehammer. His hand went between them immediately, dipping between her thighs to find the sensitive bundles of nerves.
Elizabeth clutched at him tighter as his fingers pressed firmly against her body, circling. “John… please… god…” She didn’t know what she was asking for, only that at that moment, he was the only one who could give it to her. He pressed harder, felt her bite deep into his shoulder with a moan, and nearly came all over again as she shuddered and called out as he pushed her over the edge again.
This time when John collapsed, neither of them moved for several minutes.
Elizabeth murmured something against his skin, rousing him from his pleasant post-coital buzz. Turning them both so that she was once more on top, sweat slicked bodies sticky but disengaged, John smiled languidly. “What was that?”
Elizabeth considered his ego, and the boost it was about to get, but answered anyway. “I said: ‘That was amazing.’”
Instead of the broad, self-satisfied grin she’d been expecting, John’s eyes turned serious even as he kept smiling. “I’m glad.” He brushed a soft kiss against her forehead before easing out of bed. A minute later he returned from the bathroom, a glass of water and damp cloth in his hands. “Thought you might, uh…”
Touched by his concern as much as his forethought, Elizabeth gratefully took the water and washcloth. She drained the glass in three swallows while he smirked, then ran the cool cloth over her body.
John sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over to drag up the sheets that had been kicked off, and asked with as much calmness as he could muster, “So, do I get to know what that was about?”
“Does it really matter?” Elizabeth asked, discarding the washcloth to pull the sheet over her quickly cooling body.
“No,” John answered quickly, “But it’d still be nice to know.”
She smiled softly, and considered telling him about all of her fears, for him, for herself, for all of the things that were so wretchedly out of her control. Instead, she laid a soft hand on his cheek. “You ask too many questions. I’m here because I wanted to be. That’s all you need to know.”
It wasn’t even close to what he needed to know, but John was willing to let it go. For the first time in his life he was willing to trust her completely on this, as much for himself as for her. She would tell him when she was ready, and for now that was enough.
He grinned and cast a speculative glance toward his shoulder, changing subjects. “You’ve got some wicked teeth.”
Elizabeth’s grin matched his. “And I wasn’t even trying.” She saw his eyes widen slightly, saw the quick inhale of breath as he considered just what she could do when she was trying.
John glanced at the clock. “Still got four hours before we need to be up and around. Wanna give it a try now?”
She laughed, low and throaty, and in that moment John would have done just about anything to hear her do it again. Elizabeth reached up, hooked an arm around his neck before pulling him back to the bed, once more under her body. “After that performance? I think you definitely earned it.”
*
Light slowly filtered through the covered windows of John’s room, the first rays of dawn starting to chase away the night. They'd drifted in and out of sleep, bodies pleasantly numb and humming from their earlier activities. When Elizabeth's breathing sped up slightly, no longer the consistent deep inhales of sleep, John angled his head to verify that the woman was indeed awake.
Green eyes blinked up at him sadly.
"I have to tell you something."
"Oh, that can't be good," he drawled.
She sat up, dragging what little of the sheet she was covered with up with her, leaving him feel open and exposed in more than one way. She didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want to think about what kind of weakness it showed in her, but she had to. She owed him a fragment of the honesty she’d denied him last night.
"John... I... Back on Earth..." she trailed off uncertainly, clearly at a loss. It was a rare moment for Elizabeth Weir to not know what to say. John knew it didn't bode well. "I have someone waiting back on Earth. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
John swallowed hard, and forced a half-smile. It wasn’t unexpected, but John still marveled at how it took all he had to keep his face neutral. "That Simon guy you mentioned?" Weir nodded. "I thought as much," he shrugged.
"John - I'm not one of those women who play around with things like this. I don't want you to think-"
"-I don't," he cut in.
"You didn't hear the rest of the sentence," she reasoned, brow raised.
"Don't need to,” he answered decisively. “I know you Elizabeth. I know you didn't set out to do this purposefully." Her shoulders dropped in relief. "So... he's your...?"
"Boyfriend," she supplied.
"Long-term?"
She smiled softly, "Very."
And he hasn't asked you to marry him? Idiot. "He knows what you've been up to?"
"Mostly. I got clearance to explain part of it before we left." Elizabeth stopped and took a deep breath. "I'm going to ask him to come back with me."
He'd been shot, electrocuted, crashed, and nearly had the life sucked out of him, all since coming to Atlantis, but none of that compared to the wave of pain that washed over him, making his ears ring and chest burn. Thankfully, Elizabeth was looking everywhere but at him when she spoke. He took a deep breath and forced a smile.
"He'd be crazy to say no."
"You said no," Elizabeth countered.
"And I saw the error of my ways," John smirked. "I wouldn't trade this for the entire world."
"Neither would I."
Something unspoken hung in the air, giving their words a deeper meaning than either would admit to. Finally, it was Elizabeth who looked away, breaking the moment.
There was never anything graceful about searching for pieces of clothing after sexual encounters, but John found she did it better than most. He tugged on his boxers as Elizabeth dressed, bit by bit, and struggled for something to say. Something profound, witty, completely sarcastic. Something that would mask everything he was so afraid of saying, showing, to her.
Elizabeth turned, clothed once more, and smiled.
"I'm going to miss you," he found himself saying.
This time it was she who had the glib answer. "I'm just going back down the hall."
"You know what I mean."
Elizabeth opened her mouth once more, intent to say something else sarcastic, then stopped. "I'm going to miss you too."
She walked over and leaned down to kiss him lightly on the lips. It was painfully brief, and John saw in her eyes the reason why. It would have been too easy to linger, and if she did, her resolve would have been shattered. His was already in jagged little pieces.
"I'll see you at the gate," she promised.
"With bells on."
He watched her walk out of his room, not even bothering to check the hall before striding out in her haste, and for the briefest moment he wished they had dialed the gamma site just a few seconds earlier. The city would have been destroyed. Reinforcements wouldn’t have come through. But at least then he never would have had to watch Elizabeth Weir walk out of every part of his life that had finally begun to matter again. The city had survived, but he thought the cost to him, to them both, might be too much to bear.
Finis.
The Life She Planned