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Title: The Accidental Transporter
Recipient: rushingwind
Prompt: I'd like to see something with an already established Sparky relationship, pre-Sunday that involves the team returning to the Atlantis-like city featured in the episode "The Tower" for some typical research/exploration. Elizabeth and John are exploring the bowels of the Atlantis-like city, and get stuck in a hallway after one of the earthquakes that typically roll through the area (or, alternately, some other way of getting trapped for a few hours). I'd like to see some silliness on their parts as they wait to be rescued, and a kiss. (Smut would be a huge bonus, but is not required) Just generally, a happy-ish fic where they get stuck, wait to get rescued, and have a little fun in the meantime. :)
Rating: R
"Rodney? What exactly does "oops" mean?"
John snorted and he got the death glare in return. Properly chastised he wandered over to the other side of the hallway. Well, as far as he could wander. They were checking out the bottom labs of the tower when the rumbling started. He'd pushed Elizabeth into a side hallway just as the roof had caved in. Everything was fine until they reached the transporters and the doors wouldn't open. So here they were, stuck in a small hallway on Christmas Eve with no way out until McKay could get his shit together.
Which, by the sound of it, wouldn't be soon.
"I must have crossed a-"
"Rodney, I'm not really concerned with specifics. Just, fix it." Elizabeth tapped her ear piece and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"It's not that bad 'Lizbeth."
"I have a meeting with Caldwell in 45 minutes." She leaned her back against the wall and tilted her head back. She closed her eyes but she could hear John moving closer to her.
"So he'll find out from McKay that you can't make it. Stop freaking out." He reached out and leaned against his hands on either side of her. He moved closer to her neck, her head still tipped back and ran his nose up under her chin. "Look at it this way, you could have gotten stuck with McKay. At least I'm here." He pressed a light kiss on her skin and he felt her shiver. "God, you smell good."
Elizabeth drew in a quick breath that turned into a laugh when he wouldn't stop rubbing his stubble under her ear. "John...stop it!" His smile kissed her's and he pulled her into him. She moved her head back and ran her hands up his chest. "Are you trying to get lucky, Colonel Sheppard?"
"I just figured we might as well take advantage of the situation." Elizabeth could feel how much advantage he was taking. His "advantage" was rubbing up against her lower stomach. For a minute she thought about going along with it but then she pushed against his chest and he moved back. "We shouldn't be doing this now, John." She moved over to the transporter doors and crossed her arms as she leaned back against them. "What if Rodney gets the transporters fixed while we're...well you know." Her hand waved around the room to push her point.
"While we're having sex?" John smirked as he watched her blush and look away from him. It fascinated him that she was so easily rattled by "dirty talk." He went back to his previous stance, leaning over her and trapping her in his arms against the door. "Maybe I should have said, while we were making love?" He nibbled on her ear and dropped his hands to her waist. He moved back to her mouth and kissed her harder than before, pulling one hand through her hair.
John leaned his head against her's once he'd broken the kiss. They were both breathing heavily now and he could taste her morning coffee. "You know it's more than sex for me, right?" She looked up at him and that same nervousness he always got around her picked up. John had no doubts that he was way out of his league with Elizabeth Weir. He was an over-confident, cocky ass most of the time but she had the ability to turn him into a shy little boy just being in the same room with him. He may be able to talk her into almost anything but damn did the woman make him work for it.
Elizabeth watched him squirm. It was wrong of her but she couldn't deny the little thrill she got knowing she could make John Sheppard uncomfortable. This time he wasn't in trouble and trying to talk his way out of it. The part of her that still saw them dating as a bad idea, flinched. He was nervous and out of his element but she saw hope in his eyes. To say John was bad with expressing his feelings was an understatement. But he'd just tentatively reached out to her. He cut his eyes around the hall and gave her a shy smile after she didn't say anything for a bit.
She could only think of one thing to say to him that would equal the risk he had taken. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him briefly. He started to speak but she cut him off. "I love you."
It seemed like John gave her all of two seconds before she was naked and wrapped around him against the transporter door. He held her up by her backside while her fingers snaked through his messy hair. John nipped at the base of her neck as he slid into her, whispering "I love you" just loud enough for her to hear it. Her eyes started to water but she pulled him closer to her and pushed their bodies together, making him groan. His lips never broke contact with her skin as she moved up and down the door with each push. It was fierce but it was passionate and they both said things they'd never said before today. When they had finished, she was left shaking and panting, her grip on him tight in case she might fall over. John lowered her legs to the ground so she could stand but kept his grip on her hips. He buried his face in her hair and just kept her close, needing to feel her skin against his for just a little longer.
"Not exactly how I had planned to spend Christmas. But I'll take it." Her hair fluttered from his laugh and they went to separate when the door to the transporter suddenly opened and they went sprawling to the floor of the compartment.
With no time to move, let alone get their clothes back on, they were met with a stunned Rodney, data pad hanging precariously from one hand.
John grabbed his jacket and threw it over his backside, leaning down lower to cover as much of Elizabeth as he could. "Merry Christmas, Rodney."
Recipient: rushingwind
Prompt: I'd like to see something with an already established Sparky relationship, pre-Sunday that involves the team returning to the Atlantis-like city featured in the episode "The Tower" for some typical research/exploration. Elizabeth and John are exploring the bowels of the Atlantis-like city, and get stuck in a hallway after one of the earthquakes that typically roll through the area (or, alternately, some other way of getting trapped for a few hours). I'd like to see some silliness on their parts as they wait to be rescued, and a kiss. (Smut would be a huge bonus, but is not required) Just generally, a happy-ish fic where they get stuck, wait to get rescued, and have a little fun in the meantime. :)
Rating: R
"Rodney? What exactly does "oops" mean?"
John snorted and he got the death glare in return. Properly chastised he wandered over to the other side of the hallway. Well, as far as he could wander. They were checking out the bottom labs of the tower when the rumbling started. He'd pushed Elizabeth into a side hallway just as the roof had caved in. Everything was fine until they reached the transporters and the doors wouldn't open. So here they were, stuck in a small hallway on Christmas Eve with no way out until McKay could get his shit together.
Which, by the sound of it, wouldn't be soon.
"I must have crossed a-"
"Rodney, I'm not really concerned with specifics. Just, fix it." Elizabeth tapped her ear piece and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"It's not that bad 'Lizbeth."
"I have a meeting with Caldwell in 45 minutes." She leaned her back against the wall and tilted her head back. She closed her eyes but she could hear John moving closer to her.
"So he'll find out from McKay that you can't make it. Stop freaking out." He reached out and leaned against his hands on either side of her. He moved closer to her neck, her head still tipped back and ran his nose up under her chin. "Look at it this way, you could have gotten stuck with McKay. At least I'm here." He pressed a light kiss on her skin and he felt her shiver. "God, you smell good."
Elizabeth drew in a quick breath that turned into a laugh when he wouldn't stop rubbing his stubble under her ear. "John...stop it!" His smile kissed her's and he pulled her into him. She moved her head back and ran her hands up his chest. "Are you trying to get lucky, Colonel Sheppard?"
"I just figured we might as well take advantage of the situation." Elizabeth could feel how much advantage he was taking. His "advantage" was rubbing up against her lower stomach. For a minute she thought about going along with it but then she pushed against his chest and he moved back. "We shouldn't be doing this now, John." She moved over to the transporter doors and crossed her arms as she leaned back against them. "What if Rodney gets the transporters fixed while we're...well you know." Her hand waved around the room to push her point.
"While we're having sex?" John smirked as he watched her blush and look away from him. It fascinated him that she was so easily rattled by "dirty talk." He went back to his previous stance, leaning over her and trapping her in his arms against the door. "Maybe I should have said, while we were making love?" He nibbled on her ear and dropped his hands to her waist. He moved back to her mouth and kissed her harder than before, pulling one hand through her hair.
John leaned his head against her's once he'd broken the kiss. They were both breathing heavily now and he could taste her morning coffee. "You know it's more than sex for me, right?" She looked up at him and that same nervousness he always got around her picked up. John had no doubts that he was way out of his league with Elizabeth Weir. He was an over-confident, cocky ass most of the time but she had the ability to turn him into a shy little boy just being in the same room with him. He may be able to talk her into almost anything but damn did the woman make him work for it.
Elizabeth watched him squirm. It was wrong of her but she couldn't deny the little thrill she got knowing she could make John Sheppard uncomfortable. This time he wasn't in trouble and trying to talk his way out of it. The part of her that still saw them dating as a bad idea, flinched. He was nervous and out of his element but she saw hope in his eyes. To say John was bad with expressing his feelings was an understatement. But he'd just tentatively reached out to her. He cut his eyes around the hall and gave her a shy smile after she didn't say anything for a bit.
She could only think of one thing to say to him that would equal the risk he had taken. Reaching up she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him briefly. He started to speak but she cut him off. "I love you."
It seemed like John gave her all of two seconds before she was naked and wrapped around him against the transporter door. He held her up by her backside while her fingers snaked through his messy hair. John nipped at the base of her neck as he slid into her, whispering "I love you" just loud enough for her to hear it. Her eyes started to water but she pulled him closer to her and pushed their bodies together, making him groan. His lips never broke contact with her skin as she moved up and down the door with each push. It was fierce but it was passionate and they both said things they'd never said before today. When they had finished, she was left shaking and panting, her grip on him tight in case she might fall over. John lowered her legs to the ground so she could stand but kept his grip on her hips. He buried his face in her hair and just kept her close, needing to feel her skin against his for just a little longer.
"Not exactly how I had planned to spend Christmas. But I'll take it." Her hair fluttered from his laugh and they went to separate when the door to the transporter suddenly opened and they went sprawling to the floor of the compartment.
With no time to move, let alone get their clothes back on, they were met with a stunned Rodney, data pad hanging precariously from one hand.
John grabbed his jacket and threw it over his backside, leaning down lower to cover as much of Elizabeth as he could. "Merry Christmas, Rodney."