fic: After the Rain
Title: After The Rain
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Weir/Sheppard
Summary: Elizabeth and John get caught by a storm
Warnings: none
Beta: none
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: The boys and girls of "Stargate: Atlantis" belong to a lot of people who are not me. No harm intended, just some not-for-profit fun.
Author's Notes: Now you'll understand why the "is Elizabeth a virgin" question was important. *g*
Feedback: Is like peanut butter and chocolate together
They just barely made it to the cover of the Miller's old barn before the wind kicked up and a sheet of rain came roaring across the field.
John was struggling to calm the horse as the storm raged outside. If the animal bolted, they would be stranded out here with a very long and possibly dangerous walk ahead of them to get back to town.
Elizabeth dropped the basket and the blanket from their picnic onto an old pile of hay. The Millers had been burned out in a Wraith gang attack some years earlier, and had left Atlantis to go back east where things were safer. The barn had been the only building of the farm to survive, though one half was charred and starting to fall.
As the wind bent the trees outside, Elizabeth prayed the rest of the building was still solid.
John got the horse tethered and was stroking it soothingly. Elizabeth huddled in the corner of the barn, watching as the rain fell so heavily it obscured the trees at the far end of the yard from sight. The wind was gusting, the roar of it audible even above the crashing of the rain against the leaves and the barn roof. Bolt after bolt of lightning flickered across the sky and the thunder was a continuous, roaring growl.
She'd seen storms like this before, of course, but there was an almost menacing quality to this one that was frightening. She could feel her heart beating furiously and she couldn't help crossing her arms protectively as the cool air blew into the barn.
There was a blinding flash of light followed immediately by a clap of thunder that she felt rattling her bones. All three of them, including the horse, jumped.
The animal reared, flailing and John suddenly grabbed her and pushed her back to the wall, away from the flying hooves. For a moment she was sure the horse would pull free and run but it didn't.
The horse stopped flailing but it shifted nervously from foot to foot. She realized John was still standing close.
"Elizabeth?" John's fingers touched her face. His hands felt warm against her skin, and there was a look in his eye she couldn't identify. "You're shaking."
She shivered, though she didn't think it was from the chill in the air. "I'm a bit cold," she admitted.
John was looking down at her, his knuckles stroking her cheek softly. She realized his eyes were fixed on her mouth a moment before he leaned down and kissed her.
This wasn't a polite kiss by any stretch of the imagination. The handful of times John had kissed her before this had been simple, polite kisses. This kiss, though, was full of heat and hunger. His lips pressed against hers urgently, and his hand slid around her neck. Elizabeth's body went slightly limp and she could do little else but kiss him back.
The excitement of the storm seemed to have moved into them both. His arm was wrapped around her waist and she was fully aware of the way her whole body was molded against his. He sucked on her bottom lip, making her gasp, and when her lips parted his tongue brushed against hers. Elizabeth knew it wasn't proper, but a surge of want raced through her. She buried her fingers in his hair and opened herself to him.
John pushed her again, so that she was flat up against the wall of the barn, and he was right there, pinning her tightly. He kissed her again and again until she was grateful for the support of the wall and his body. Otherwise she might have fallen to the ground from dizziness.
His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, trailing light kisses against her skin. His hand slid up and down her arm, encouraging her as she let herself touch him. She absorbed the feeling of his thick hair, soft around her fingers, then smoothed her hands down his neck and along his shoulders. She could feel how solid his body was. Even though he appeared so slim, he was strong.
His mouth reached her ear and Elizabeth gasped again as pleasure spiked through her. Her body instinctively pushed out towards his.
John's hand crept gently down her front, stroking lightly over her breast. Elizabeth's body tightened in response and she moaned.
She became aware that she could feel him against her leg, through the layers of her skirt and petticoat and his trousers. Even as he nibbled on her ear, even as his fingers teased her bosom, she felt a tingling heat coming from where his thigh was just slightly insinuated between her legs.
This, she realized, was what she had been craving since she first met him. Not perhaps consciously, but her body was full of what she now recognized as desire. No man, not Simon or any other, had made her feel this way before.
Her cheeks were flushed, both from what she was feeling and the realization that she was so wantonly entangled with John. They were alone out here, cut off by the storm, where no one could see them. Where no one would know what had happened. That thought tantalized and unnerved her.
John's mouth came back to hers but he kissed her more gently now. His hand rested against her breast, unmoving but warm. Finally he pulled away, and she understood now that the look in his eyes was one of wanting.
He wanted to take her to his bed. And she wanted, dear God, she wanted to let him.
Her eyes flickered to the doorway as she tried to collect herself. The worst of the storm was over. The rain was now falling steadily, but without the horrible gusts of wind driving it. She knew she should be feeling shame for letting him paw at her and for encouraging him, but she didn't. In her whole life she had never met a man who could make her feel so much, in every sense. Besides, this felt right. Perhaps not precisely like this, but having John's hands on her felt like something she had been waiting for for a long time.
John settled his hands more decorously at her waist. He looked flustered and worried, and she knew that he was afraid he had been too forward with her. Without removing her arms from about his neck, Elizabeth nodded towards the doors. "I don't think the rain will last too much longer."
"No," he agreed, searching her face anxiously.
"So we have a little more time before we need to get back." He nodded and she smiled.
Then she leaned in and kissed him. She felt him smile against her lips, felt the breath as he chuckled before kissing her back in earnest.
***
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Weir/Sheppard
Summary: Elizabeth and John get caught by a storm
Warnings: none
Beta: none
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: The boys and girls of "Stargate: Atlantis" belong to a lot of people who are not me. No harm intended, just some not-for-profit fun.
Author's Notes: Now you'll understand why the "is Elizabeth a virgin" question was important. *g*
Feedback: Is like peanut butter and chocolate together
They just barely made it to the cover of the Miller's old barn before the wind kicked up and a sheet of rain came roaring across the field.
John was struggling to calm the horse as the storm raged outside. If the animal bolted, they would be stranded out here with a very long and possibly dangerous walk ahead of them to get back to town.
Elizabeth dropped the basket and the blanket from their picnic onto an old pile of hay. The Millers had been burned out in a Wraith gang attack some years earlier, and had left Atlantis to go back east where things were safer. The barn had been the only building of the farm to survive, though one half was charred and starting to fall.
As the wind bent the trees outside, Elizabeth prayed the rest of the building was still solid.
John got the horse tethered and was stroking it soothingly. Elizabeth huddled in the corner of the barn, watching as the rain fell so heavily it obscured the trees at the far end of the yard from sight. The wind was gusting, the roar of it audible even above the crashing of the rain against the leaves and the barn roof. Bolt after bolt of lightning flickered across the sky and the thunder was a continuous, roaring growl.
She'd seen storms like this before, of course, but there was an almost menacing quality to this one that was frightening. She could feel her heart beating furiously and she couldn't help crossing her arms protectively as the cool air blew into the barn.
There was a blinding flash of light followed immediately by a clap of thunder that she felt rattling her bones. All three of them, including the horse, jumped.
The animal reared, flailing and John suddenly grabbed her and pushed her back to the wall, away from the flying hooves. For a moment she was sure the horse would pull free and run but it didn't.
The horse stopped flailing but it shifted nervously from foot to foot. She realized John was still standing close.
"Elizabeth?" John's fingers touched her face. His hands felt warm against her skin, and there was a look in his eye she couldn't identify. "You're shaking."
She shivered, though she didn't think it was from the chill in the air. "I'm a bit cold," she admitted.
John was looking down at her, his knuckles stroking her cheek softly. She realized his eyes were fixed on her mouth a moment before he leaned down and kissed her.
This wasn't a polite kiss by any stretch of the imagination. The handful of times John had kissed her before this had been simple, polite kisses. This kiss, though, was full of heat and hunger. His lips pressed against hers urgently, and his hand slid around her neck. Elizabeth's body went slightly limp and she could do little else but kiss him back.
The excitement of the storm seemed to have moved into them both. His arm was wrapped around her waist and she was fully aware of the way her whole body was molded against his. He sucked on her bottom lip, making her gasp, and when her lips parted his tongue brushed against hers. Elizabeth knew it wasn't proper, but a surge of want raced through her. She buried her fingers in his hair and opened herself to him.
John pushed her again, so that she was flat up against the wall of the barn, and he was right there, pinning her tightly. He kissed her again and again until she was grateful for the support of the wall and his body. Otherwise she might have fallen to the ground from dizziness.
His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, trailing light kisses against her skin. His hand slid up and down her arm, encouraging her as she let herself touch him. She absorbed the feeling of his thick hair, soft around her fingers, then smoothed her hands down his neck and along his shoulders. She could feel how solid his body was. Even though he appeared so slim, he was strong.
His mouth reached her ear and Elizabeth gasped again as pleasure spiked through her. Her body instinctively pushed out towards his.
John's hand crept gently down her front, stroking lightly over her breast. Elizabeth's body tightened in response and she moaned.
She became aware that she could feel him against her leg, through the layers of her skirt and petticoat and his trousers. Even as he nibbled on her ear, even as his fingers teased her bosom, she felt a tingling heat coming from where his thigh was just slightly insinuated between her legs.
This, she realized, was what she had been craving since she first met him. Not perhaps consciously, but her body was full of what she now recognized as desire. No man, not Simon or any other, had made her feel this way before.
Her cheeks were flushed, both from what she was feeling and the realization that she was so wantonly entangled with John. They were alone out here, cut off by the storm, where no one could see them. Where no one would know what had happened. That thought tantalized and unnerved her.
John's mouth came back to hers but he kissed her more gently now. His hand rested against her breast, unmoving but warm. Finally he pulled away, and she understood now that the look in his eyes was one of wanting.
He wanted to take her to his bed. And she wanted, dear God, she wanted to let him.
Her eyes flickered to the doorway as she tried to collect herself. The worst of the storm was over. The rain was now falling steadily, but without the horrible gusts of wind driving it. She knew she should be feeling shame for letting him paw at her and for encouraging him, but she didn't. In her whole life she had never met a man who could make her feel so much, in every sense. Besides, this felt right. Perhaps not precisely like this, but having John's hands on her felt like something she had been waiting for for a long time.
John settled his hands more decorously at her waist. He looked flustered and worried, and she knew that he was afraid he had been too forward with her. Without removing her arms from about his neck, Elizabeth nodded towards the doors. "I don't think the rain will last too much longer."
"No," he agreed, searching her face anxiously.
"So we have a little more time before we need to get back." He nodded and she smiled.
Then she leaned in and kissed him. She felt him smile against her lips, felt the breath as he chuckled before kissing her back in earnest.
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