FF: Disobedience 1/2 R (SGA)
Title: Disobedience
Show: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir - Sparky
Rating: R
Warnings: This is the second installment of my Sparky series. BDSM abounds, femdom and masturbation. If this squicks you, don't read on.
Feedback: Here is lovely, or at muppetmanda@livejournal.com
A/N: Let's put it this way - I'm *so* going to hell for this lol...
Enjoy! Manda~~
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John looked around Elizabeth's quarters, slightly bored. Oddly enough she hadn't seemed upset at him after he'd returned, hours later and slightly dazed, from Chaya's planet. Yet, after he'd explained all that had happened - Chaya destroying the Wraith, Chaya really being Athar - Elizabeth had still asked him to go directly to her quarters and wait for her after everyone else had left the conference room.
He glanced at his watch, and noted the lateness of the hour. Damn McKay. Rodney, still in shock somewhat that he had been right about Chaya being an Ancient, had demanded to know about every second of John's time with her. The meeting had lasted longer than his entire time on the planet.
Looking around once more, a small frame on the bedside table caught his attention. He picked it up and grinned as a much younger version of Elizabeth in cap and gown and Ph.D. paraphernalia smiled up at him, flanked by an older man and woman John assumed were her parents. He flipped it over, looking for a date, but found something far more interesting.
"To Elizabeth, Happy Birthday - Love, Mom."
Just beneath the inscription a date was written. John made a mental note to remember it, then placed the frame back in its position. A moment later he heard footsteps in the hall, and quickly moved back into the center of the room. The door slid open, allowing Elizabeth in. Her hands folded in their usual position in front of her, she gave John a curious look as the door slid shut behind him.
"I'm sorry I took so long. I got caught up talking to Kavanaugh," she sighed. "You know, I've never considered myself a violent person, and I'm opposed to all weapons on principle alone, but some days that man makes me want to pick up the nearest P-90 and just..." Elizabeth let the sentence drop off unfinished, her gesture expansive. John was glad she did. "Oh, never mind. It's my own damn fault for choosing him for the expedition team."
"Well, if the urge stops going away, let me know," John joked. "I'd be more than willing to help out."
"I'll keep that in mind Major," she answered wryly. Slightly more relaxed, Elizabeth gave him an appraising look. "Are you certain you're fine? You seemed a bit out of it when you came back. And I'm sure Rodney's grilling you on every detail didn't help much."
Sheppard shrugged. "I'm fine - it was all just a little surreal for my tastes."
"Hmm," she murmured noncommittally. "You're certain then that there's nothing you want to talk about?"
"Nah, I'll be good as new as soon as I get eight hours of rack time in."
"All right then, good night."
"Night."
John had almost made it to the door when Elizabeth's voice called out behind him. "When were you going to tell me you yelled at Rodney?"
John winced painfully, stopping dead in his tracks. He'd known this was coming, eventually, but that still hadn't helped him prepare for it. For some reason he thought he could get away with not volunteering the information as long as Elizabeth hadn't directly asked for it. Boy, had he been wrong.
When he turned back around to face Elizabeth, she was eyeing him dispassionately, her arms folded across her chest. The gesture was oddly reminiscent of the one she had displayed just the morning before when she'd given him his first extracurricular assignment. An assignment that he had utterly and completely failed.
*
Yesterday Morning...
"Good morning," John said brightly as he waltzed into the conference room.
Rodney looked up from his coffee bleary eyed and glared at Sheppard. It didn't exactly have the effect Rodney was hoping for as John just kept grinning. "What has you in such a good mood?"
"It's a beautiful day," John shrugged carelessly as he slid into his seat.
Rodney sniffed derisively. "You won't be saying that in two hours when the woefully uncultured planet we come upon turns out to be a highly militaristic society all ready to trade our lives for our weapons - and possibly our Power Bars."
"What crawled up your a-"
"-Good morning everyone," Elizabeth cut in, shooting John a quick look as she took her seat. With a bashful look, he averted his eyes. "I trust you're all up to another off-planet adventure?"
"Some of us more so than others apparently," John answered smugly.
"Where are you off to today?" Elizabeth asked, ignoring John.
"M4X-955," Rodney answered immediately, slipping into scientist mode. "The Stargate is in a controlled orbit around a planet there. We discovered that the hard way, when the MALP we sent through went drifting off into space. Again." Elizabeth grimaced. Being reminded of losing yet another priceless resource wasn't exactly her favorite past-time. "Now, we know that a Stargate in space wouldn't exactly prevent the Wraith from visiting, but it might make it more difficult. The more difficult the culling, especially when they have a ready food source on other planets, and the more time that elapses between the cullings. Which means-"
"Which means whoever is down on the planet might have had enough time to actually evolve some time past the Bronze Age," John jumped in.
Rodney shot him another glare. "Yes, yes, I was getting there, Major."
"Well, you were taking too long."
"I was simply pointing out the analytical reasoning that went into planning this mission."
"What analytical reasoning? The address was in the Ancient's little black book of planets. That's all the reasoning you need-"
"Gentlemen!" Elizabeth's voice resounded through the room, drawing everyone's attention back toward the head of the table and away from the bickering Rodney and John. With a look, this one for both men, Elizabeth waved her hand dismissively. "Is there anything else pertinent that I should know?"
"No, Dr. Weir, that is the sum of our knowledge regarding this planet," Teyla answered, giving a cautious look toward both McKay and Sheppard. It was going to be one of those days.
"Fine. You have a go."
En mass the four team members stood and started walking out of the room. Elizabeth's voice called out just in time to catch Sheppard before he could bound up the stairs toward the Jumper Bay. "Something you needed?"
Elizabeth's eyes fluttered past John's shoulder to find Rodney conferring with Peter Grodin. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair to regard John. "What I need is one peaceful mission briefing without you and Rodney biting each other's heads off. Now, normally, your little exchanges are amusing, and I use that word lightly, but today's obviously wasn't."
"He started it," John groused.
"That may be so," Elizabeth smiled, "but you should have ended it."
"I was about to."
"In a civilized manner," Weir added with a heavy sigh. "I'd like you to do me a favor."
John looked casually behind him to see how many people were in earshot, then stepped closer to Elizabeth's desk. "And by 'favor' do you mean..."
"Yes," she answered, without needing to hear the rest of the question. "If you think you're up for it?"
"Try me," John smirked.
"Okay then," she said slowly. "I want you to let Rodney speak."
"Huh?"
Elizabeth couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Today, on your mission. Whatever crazy theories he starts spouting off on, whatever wild tangents, I want you to actually let him finish and think about what he's saying before you shoot him down or agree."
"But-"
The look Elizabeth sent his way stopped all argument. "This is one of those times, John, where you show me just how much you trust me."
"By letting McKay ramble for hours? Complain?"
"By letting Rodney be Rodney," she explained simply.
John gave her a speculative look, as if trying to decipher how crazy she was. Finally he shrugged. "Okay. You're the boss."
Elizabeth grinned. "Yes, I am. Now go do your mission," she teased lightly. "And be safe."
John laughed and gave a mock-salute. "Yes ma'am."
Part 2
Show: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir - Sparky
Rating: R
Warnings: This is the second installment of my Sparky series. BDSM abounds, femdom and masturbation. If this squicks you, don't read on.
Feedback: Here is lovely, or at muppetmanda@livejournal.com
A/N: Let's put it this way - I'm *so* going to hell for this lol...
Enjoy! Manda~~
~~
John looked around Elizabeth's quarters, slightly bored. Oddly enough she hadn't seemed upset at him after he'd returned, hours later and slightly dazed, from Chaya's planet. Yet, after he'd explained all that had happened - Chaya destroying the Wraith, Chaya really being Athar - Elizabeth had still asked him to go directly to her quarters and wait for her after everyone else had left the conference room.
He glanced at his watch, and noted the lateness of the hour. Damn McKay. Rodney, still in shock somewhat that he had been right about Chaya being an Ancient, had demanded to know about every second of John's time with her. The meeting had lasted longer than his entire time on the planet.
Looking around once more, a small frame on the bedside table caught his attention. He picked it up and grinned as a much younger version of Elizabeth in cap and gown and Ph.D. paraphernalia smiled up at him, flanked by an older man and woman John assumed were her parents. He flipped it over, looking for a date, but found something far more interesting.
"To Elizabeth, Happy Birthday - Love, Mom."
Just beneath the inscription a date was written. John made a mental note to remember it, then placed the frame back in its position. A moment later he heard footsteps in the hall, and quickly moved back into the center of the room. The door slid open, allowing Elizabeth in. Her hands folded in their usual position in front of her, she gave John a curious look as the door slid shut behind him.
"I'm sorry I took so long. I got caught up talking to Kavanaugh," she sighed. "You know, I've never considered myself a violent person, and I'm opposed to all weapons on principle alone, but some days that man makes me want to pick up the nearest P-90 and just..." Elizabeth let the sentence drop off unfinished, her gesture expansive. John was glad she did. "Oh, never mind. It's my own damn fault for choosing him for the expedition team."
"Well, if the urge stops going away, let me know," John joked. "I'd be more than willing to help out."
"I'll keep that in mind Major," she answered wryly. Slightly more relaxed, Elizabeth gave him an appraising look. "Are you certain you're fine? You seemed a bit out of it when you came back. And I'm sure Rodney's grilling you on every detail didn't help much."
Sheppard shrugged. "I'm fine - it was all just a little surreal for my tastes."
"Hmm," she murmured noncommittally. "You're certain then that there's nothing you want to talk about?"
"Nah, I'll be good as new as soon as I get eight hours of rack time in."
"All right then, good night."
"Night."
John had almost made it to the door when Elizabeth's voice called out behind him. "When were you going to tell me you yelled at Rodney?"
John winced painfully, stopping dead in his tracks. He'd known this was coming, eventually, but that still hadn't helped him prepare for it. For some reason he thought he could get away with not volunteering the information as long as Elizabeth hadn't directly asked for it. Boy, had he been wrong.
When he turned back around to face Elizabeth, she was eyeing him dispassionately, her arms folded across her chest. The gesture was oddly reminiscent of the one she had displayed just the morning before when she'd given him his first extracurricular assignment. An assignment that he had utterly and completely failed.
*
Yesterday Morning...
"Good morning," John said brightly as he waltzed into the conference room.
Rodney looked up from his coffee bleary eyed and glared at Sheppard. It didn't exactly have the effect Rodney was hoping for as John just kept grinning. "What has you in such a good mood?"
"It's a beautiful day," John shrugged carelessly as he slid into his seat.
Rodney sniffed derisively. "You won't be saying that in two hours when the woefully uncultured planet we come upon turns out to be a highly militaristic society all ready to trade our lives for our weapons - and possibly our Power Bars."
"What crawled up your a-"
"-Good morning everyone," Elizabeth cut in, shooting John a quick look as she took her seat. With a bashful look, he averted his eyes. "I trust you're all up to another off-planet adventure?"
"Some of us more so than others apparently," John answered smugly.
"Where are you off to today?" Elizabeth asked, ignoring John.
"M4X-955," Rodney answered immediately, slipping into scientist mode. "The Stargate is in a controlled orbit around a planet there. We discovered that the hard way, when the MALP we sent through went drifting off into space. Again." Elizabeth grimaced. Being reminded of losing yet another priceless resource wasn't exactly her favorite past-time. "Now, we know that a Stargate in space wouldn't exactly prevent the Wraith from visiting, but it might make it more difficult. The more difficult the culling, especially when they have a ready food source on other planets, and the more time that elapses between the cullings. Which means-"
"Which means whoever is down on the planet might have had enough time to actually evolve some time past the Bronze Age," John jumped in.
Rodney shot him another glare. "Yes, yes, I was getting there, Major."
"Well, you were taking too long."
"I was simply pointing out the analytical reasoning that went into planning this mission."
"What analytical reasoning? The address was in the Ancient's little black book of planets. That's all the reasoning you need-"
"Gentlemen!" Elizabeth's voice resounded through the room, drawing everyone's attention back toward the head of the table and away from the bickering Rodney and John. With a look, this one for both men, Elizabeth waved her hand dismissively. "Is there anything else pertinent that I should know?"
"No, Dr. Weir, that is the sum of our knowledge regarding this planet," Teyla answered, giving a cautious look toward both McKay and Sheppard. It was going to be one of those days.
"Fine. You have a go."
En mass the four team members stood and started walking out of the room. Elizabeth's voice called out just in time to catch Sheppard before he could bound up the stairs toward the Jumper Bay. "Something you needed?"
Elizabeth's eyes fluttered past John's shoulder to find Rodney conferring with Peter Grodin. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back in her chair to regard John. "What I need is one peaceful mission briefing without you and Rodney biting each other's heads off. Now, normally, your little exchanges are amusing, and I use that word lightly, but today's obviously wasn't."
"He started it," John groused.
"That may be so," Elizabeth smiled, "but you should have ended it."
"I was about to."
"In a civilized manner," Weir added with a heavy sigh. "I'd like you to do me a favor."
John looked casually behind him to see how many people were in earshot, then stepped closer to Elizabeth's desk. "And by 'favor' do you mean..."
"Yes," she answered, without needing to hear the rest of the question. "If you think you're up for it?"
"Try me," John smirked.
"Okay then," she said slowly. "I want you to let Rodney speak."
"Huh?"
Elizabeth couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Today, on your mission. Whatever crazy theories he starts spouting off on, whatever wild tangents, I want you to actually let him finish and think about what he's saying before you shoot him down or agree."
"But-"
The look Elizabeth sent his way stopped all argument. "This is one of those times, John, where you show me just how much you trust me."
"By letting McKay ramble for hours? Complain?"
"By letting Rodney be Rodney," she explained simply.
John gave her a speculative look, as if trying to decipher how crazy she was. Finally he shrugged. "Okay. You're the boss."
Elizabeth grinned. "Yes, I am. Now go do your mission," she teased lightly. "And be safe."
John laughed and gave a mock-salute. "Yes ma'am."
Part 2