FIC: After Tea and Cakes and Ices
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swficathonTitle: After Tea and Cakes and Ices
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atomicpagan
Written fortaylorkate
Rating: R
Spoilers: Mentions of Season 2 characters.
Summary: "Get away from me, Weir."
Disclaimer: Not mine. Come get me.
Feedback: You bet.
1000 thank yous toanr and ancient_immie for the mad quick betas.
A/N: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
swficathon. taylorkate requested a minor bit of plot, an inside joke and a mention of Johnny Cash. Random optionals were joy, pain and tuna sandwiches. I have *no* idea how T.S. Eliot showed up. Hope you like.
After Tea and Cakes and Ices
"You’re not going to complain about the cold. You're thinking about complaining about the long walk, however. The forest is stunning covered in snow. You’re glad the Chief on PX3-945 will only deal with you on his turf. Atlantis is...you love Atlantis, you like being that comfortable. Even when hell occurs, you’re impossibly home. But when the village chief demanded you meet him face to face, your annoyance was half-hearted and fleeting and mostly weather-induced anyway. Today you want to eat the peach. OK, you at least want to nibble on the peach. You just wish that T.S. Eliot had sent you thermal underwear with your morning audacity. But small joys are sweet. Small, freezing, mind-numbingly cold joys.
“Why am I even here?”
“You’re an invaluable member of this team, Rodney.” You offer, knowing that won’t help.
“The chief’s daughter thinks you’re cute.” Sheppard says.
Way to go, John.
“Really?” Then Rodney commences with his 'It-was-way-warmer-on-Antarctica' rant, which leads into, "I clearly remember the locals saying the weather was mild.”
Colonel Sheppard looks back at him, “Maybe this is mild for them.”
“Penguins wouldn’t hang out on this planet. I’m freezing my onions off!”
“McKay.”
“Sorry, Elizabeth.”
Ronon glances at Sheppard. Onions?
Later.
You smile. You’re well aware. Some of your own 'vegetables' are numb as well. To make things worse, the locals have this weird thing about not wearing gloves. They explained to you that they need to shake hands with us as brothers, with no barriers. Everyone tried to wear them out of eyesight, despite Teyla’s protests, but you’ve been caught once, and as Teyla pointed out, it really annoys them. So you’ve all abandoned the gloves in the interest of diplomacy. What’s a little frostbite amongst allies?
Two children that appear to be sisters and a gray dog you could probably ride, come galloping up beside your party. You stop to pat the horse-dog. You are rewarded with a handful of drool and several happy licks.
“He likes you,” the young girl says.
“I like him too.” You wipe your hands on your pants. You suspect they’ve been dispatched to check on the glove situation. Thank you, Teyla. Colonel Sheppard bends down for his share of slime. You can hear Ronon threatening McKay if he doesn’t stop complaining about the cold. The older girl hands you a handful of something that looks a lot like mulch.
“Uh, thank you.” She pours it into your hands.
The girls grin. “It’s Drenkan bark. It smells nice. See?”
You sniff it. It smells like cinnamon, sort of.
“Well, thanks ladies.”
Colonel Sheppard walks over to us. “Hey, where’s mine?”
The space dog has started sniffing McKay’s crotch and you can hear some commotion. Ronon pipes in with an onion comment that doesn’t quite make sense, and you’re glad you’re up here, with the handful of spicy bark. Your hands start to tingle a bit.The older sister gestures towards you and says to Colonel Sheppard, “I’m sure she’ll share hers with you.” Her courage extinguished, she charges off with her little sister and dog in tow.
He looks you in the eye. “*I* never get any mulch.” You hand him a small piece. He flashes that smile you don’t care about, at all, and walks beside you. You sniff the bark one last time and shuffle it in your hands when you realize you’re not freezing anymore. Maybe this planet isn’t so bad after all, you think, as you lose your footing on the icy surface. Suddenly you find yourself in very big arms.
“Thanks, Ronon.” Where the hell did he come from? He nods, helps you to your feet and heads back toward Teyla and Rodney. That wasn’t *too* humiliating. HI! I’m the leader of Atlantis. I can’t walk in a straight line. I play with tree bark. You brush the snow off yourself, and take the dropped bark out of the Colonel's hands. You give him credit for not saying anything, which you decide is very bad. You must have looked ridiculous.
“You know what my horoscope said today?” You finally ask him.
“Tell me.”
“Get a black cat and smear fish paste in your slippers. Lucky Sag can’t lose!”
He starts rummaging through his pockets, then his pack, all seriousness, and curses under his breath.
“Colonel?”
“I’m sorry, Elizabeth.”
Your pulse races a little. “What is it?”
He sighs. “I left all my fish paste on Atlantis.”
“Just my luck.” It really is warming up. You unzip your jacket. Then your boot gets caught on a hidden root, you fall face-first into a tree, and you hear a loud CRACK. You reach for your face and feel the blood that’s trickling down your nose. You groan, and then you snicker, and by then everyone has caught up to see if you’re ok, and more importantly, if you’ve lost your mind. While you’re laughing, you don’t notice the nice, warm hands that caught you around your waist. Much. Not the previous big hands, but new, nice warm hands. The right hands. The right hands? Maybe you do have a head injury.
Colonel Sheppard looks concerned, more because of the laughter than the blood. “What are you laughing about?” He looks like he's wondering how hard you hit your head.
You can’t stop giggling. “Lucky sag can’t lose!” He grins and slowly hauls you to your feet.
“Are you ok?” I was ok until the nice hands went away. “I’m fine.” What is wrong with you? You wipe the blood off your nose. He’s not convinced. Neither are you. You feel dizzy.
“Elizabeth.” He tilts your head up by your chin and eyes you suspiciously.
“Really. It’s worse than it looks.”
Teyla hands you a cloth, when you hear Rodney complaining about a 'brontasaurus', and you’re grateful for the distraction. The dog is back, and is very interested in Rodney’s pants. Ronon offers him no help whatsoever.
“Knock it off! Aren’t there any leash laws on PX3-945? C’MON!” The dog starts to chew on his pocket, as the girls come running over the hill.
Sheppard looks at you. Want to pretend you don’t see this?
You return the look and rub your head. Oh, most definitely.
There's barking, then swearing, then you hear Teyla intervene. “He just likes you, Dr. McKay.” You and John both turn around to continue walking.
“What do you think that was all about?" You push a stray hair out of your face.
“I imagine it was the tuna sandwich I put in his jacket this morning.”
“Colonel.”
“It’s a puppy.”
“It’s a *huge* puppy.” His grin is unrepentant. “It’s also a waste of perfectly good tuna.”
“We live on the ocean.”
“True. You know, that was my favorite kind of sandwich when I was a kid. I never tried anything different for years. I was convinced nothing could be as fabulous.”
“So, who got you to eat outside the box, Elizabeth?”
“My Western Civ. professor.”
“Really?” He nudges your shoulder.
“Forget it.”
“I’ll tell you about the girl who taught me to drive a stick when I was 12.”
“We’re talking about a car, right?”
“Maybe. It was at a Johnny Cash concert.”
“Tempting, but no.”
“She was 17…”
You consider it, but then you remember that all night study session with your professor and--oh god, no. Regretfully, you have to decline.
He stares at you. "Well?" You shake your head.
He launches into 'I’ve Been Everywhere'. First humming, then singing.
I’ve been everywhere, man.
You ignore him, and feel your head. You think it’s getting warmer.
I’ve breathed mountain air, man.
“Forget it.” You’re not finding this funny. At all. How long can it possibly be to this village?
Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota, Antarctica, Athosia, Pegasus, Daedalus...
You can’t stop yourself from laughing.
A disheveled Rodney comes running up along side of you. “I’m glad you two are having so much fun while I’m getting mauled to death by this wooly mammoth.”
“It’s a dog, McKay.”
“A homicidal dog. Do I look a mailman? Why am I even here?”
Ronon saunters up. “Chief’s daughter.”
“Thinks you’re adorable,” offers Teyla.
John turns to a totally amused Teyla. “Could you please give Rodney a hand?”
“I’ll give him a hand.” Ronon looks a little too eager to help. Fortunately for Rodney, you turn to see Koden, the Chief’s aid, waving and coming towards you.
“Good day!” He grasps your hands, delighted you’ve finally done what you were asked. His hands are ice cold. Or, yours are just really warm. You look down, embarrassed you tried to weasel out of such a simple custom. It really was freezing this morning. You fidget with the bark in your pocket. You watch Rodney’s face as he meets Koden and simultaneously discovers the tuna in his jacket. You catch the look on John's face on the sly, shaking your head. Koden makes the rounds shaking everyone’s hands, and returns to you, grasping your hands a final time.
“Thank you for arranging a meeting so quickly, Koden. I understand this is a busy time of year for your people."
Koden’s smile fades a bit, and he still hasn’t let go of your hand. “Dr. Weir, you are warm.” Then he notices the scratch under your nose. “Was your journey safe?”
“We met some new friends. It was fine. I just lost my footing.” You smile, hoping to change the subject. Elizabeth Weir: Intergalactic Explorer!
He pauses. “Did the children give you Drenkan bark, by any chance?”
“Well, yes. It was very sweet of them.” Oh, this can’t be good.
Colonel Sheppard steps over. “Why?”
“My apologies.” Great.
Sheppard says, “What?!"
“The bark isn’t to be handled with your bare hands.”
“Why?”
“Well, it's absorbed throught the skin. We use it to make tea.”
McKay jogs up. “I could go for some tea. No, maybe cocoa. With those little marshmallows.”
John smiles. “Tea is good. We like tea. No problem.”
You wait for it.
“It’s a powerful…” Koden clearly wishes he could disappear into the woods with the dog and the girls.
You look at him. “Koden?”
“It makes a powerful tea that's given to couples on their wedding night so they will produce many children."
Lucky, lucky Sag.
Koden continued. "It sometimes has the same effect of intoxication on off-worlders in addition to its....other properties. I’m really very sorry. I’ll make sure the children are punished.”
Beaten, drawn and quartered, please. “No, that’s not necessary.” You sigh.
John is amused. Ronon has suddenly become very interested in a nearby rock. Teyla appears to have become interested in Ronon’s rock, but Ronon’s not having it. You catch the look he flashes Teyla. Get your own rock.
Koden is whiter than the snow now, and is trying to reassure you with, “It usually wears off in a day or two.”
Teyla inches closer to Ronon, in desperation. Please can I share the rock?
Koden’s getting anxious. “Never more than three days.” He offers a terrified smile and hurries after the children.
Now Ronon, Teyla and Rodney are staring at the rock, waiting for you to do whatever it is you’re going to do. They look at each other and silently agree to follow Koden, the drooling dog, a herd of dinosaurs, ten wraith hive ships---anything going in that direction is fine with them.
You hear Rodney ask, “So, what’s the chief’s daughter look like?” as they walk away.
"I guess we should try to—“ You don’t get to finish your sentence because your jacket catches on a branch and you find yourself sprawled on Lt. Colonel Sheppard, flat out, on the ground. Your head is throbbing, but all you notice is how his stubble feels. This planet is great. Wait, no--
“Hey. Lucky sag.... those planets aren’t even affecting us in the Pegasus galaxy, are they?” He says, not moving to get up.
You don’t move to untangle yourself either, delighted that this is his response. “No, I guess not. Jupiter rules Sagitarius and it's too far away to cause--"
"Fish paste issues?"
"Exactly."
“Elizabeth?”
“Mmm?”
“Wanna go to this meeting?”
You lift your head up. “I do.”
“Ok, good.”
You’re still lying on top of him.
He cautiously adds, “Did you want to go soon?”
An unauthorized hand runs through his hair. You avoid his eyes and lean in close. He caresses your face and doesn’t avoid your eyes. You brush your lips across his. It’s a kiss of air, but lethal enough, because you can feel him squirm beneath you.
“Are you sure we--?” You aren’t sure of anything, except that he needs to stop talking. Although, you do appreciate the pronoun 'we' instead of 'you'. You kiss him deeply, with cinnamon bravery, not caring that it wasn’t your own. His other arm rises around you and pulls you close, and the thought that you’re groping a member of your team, on a diplomatic mission, off-world, enters your mind, but your brain is no longer on your side. You breathe deep and slide your other hand between your bodies and begin to rub his dick through his pants. You increase the pace and you suck on his bottom lip and he groans something into your mouth that could be 'Elizabeth'. As long as it isn’t 'stop' or 'Rodney' you don’t much care. You hear him grunt and his tongue sweeps through your mouth and oh god, he smells so good. Like snow, and sweat, and him. You melt into him and you feel his hand in your hair while his other hand tugs your shirt out of your pants. He never stops those slow, wet kisses. You feel his hand slide under your shirt, cupping your breast and you finally look into his eyes.
“We should go,” you whisper, like he’s the one who's been holding you up. He nods, but he doesn’t stop massaging your breast, or devouring your mouth, or reaching for your belt. You're sucking on his lip and grinding your body into his, again and again. Then you give him one, long last kiss that he won’t forget anytime soon. You try to release his lips, but he doesn't want to, and his fist is painfully tight in your hair and you like it. His eyes are closed, but he finally takes a deep breath and starts to make the painful journey back to reality.
“Jesus, Elizabeth.”
You watch him try to straighten out your shirt and jacket. You'd prefer that he took off your jacket, and that you could take care of his hard-on yourself instead of sending him into the woods, but you can't help that. Allies. Mission. Wraith.
“Right.” He says. You slide off him, cruelly rubbing yourself on him again, and he pulls you to your feet. He's holding you by your shoulders. You don’t mean to smile. “Sorry about that,” you say, looking down at his erection. You give him a sympathetic smile and glance toward the path that leads to the village.
He releases you. “I’ll catch up with you." He closes his eyes. "Eventually."
You move to kiss him, but he steps back. “Get away from me, Weir.”
You laugh out loud and watch him hurry away. You’re not thinking about how to explain where you were. You’re thinking of the shivers have taken over your spine.
He doesn't turn around or stop walking, but calls, "Elizabeth!"
"Yes?"
"I was just thinking that you should come off-world more often." He keeps walking into the woods.
You watch him pick up his pace. You smile, glad you woke up this morning in a mood to disturb the universe.
Fin.
Author:
atomicpaganWritten for
taylorkateRating: R
Spoilers: Mentions of Season 2 characters.
Summary: "Get away from me, Weir."
Disclaimer: Not mine. Come get me.
Feedback: You bet.
1000 thank yous to
anr and ancient_immie for the mad quick betas.A/N: For the
swficathon. taylorkate requested a minor bit of plot, an inside joke and a mention of Johnny Cash. Random optionals were joy, pain and tuna sandwiches. I have *no* idea how T.S. Eliot showed up. Hope you like.After Tea and Cakes and Ices
"You’re not going to complain about the cold. You're thinking about complaining about the long walk, however. The forest is stunning covered in snow. You’re glad the Chief on PX3-945 will only deal with you on his turf. Atlantis is...you love Atlantis, you like being that comfortable. Even when hell occurs, you’re impossibly home. But when the village chief demanded you meet him face to face, your annoyance was half-hearted and fleeting and mostly weather-induced anyway. Today you want to eat the peach. OK, you at least want to nibble on the peach. You just wish that T.S. Eliot had sent you thermal underwear with your morning audacity. But small joys are sweet. Small, freezing, mind-numbingly cold joys.
“Why am I even here?”
“You’re an invaluable member of this team, Rodney.” You offer, knowing that won’t help.
“The chief’s daughter thinks you’re cute.” Sheppard says.
Way to go, John.
“Really?” Then Rodney commences with his 'It-was-way-warmer-on-Antarctica' rant, which leads into, "I clearly remember the locals saying the weather was mild.”
Colonel Sheppard looks back at him, “Maybe this is mild for them.”
“Penguins wouldn’t hang out on this planet. I’m freezing my onions off!”
“McKay.”
“Sorry, Elizabeth.”
Ronon glances at Sheppard. Onions?
Later.
You smile. You’re well aware. Some of your own 'vegetables' are numb as well. To make things worse, the locals have this weird thing about not wearing gloves. They explained to you that they need to shake hands with us as brothers, with no barriers. Everyone tried to wear them out of eyesight, despite Teyla’s protests, but you’ve been caught once, and as Teyla pointed out, it really annoys them. So you’ve all abandoned the gloves in the interest of diplomacy. What’s a little frostbite amongst allies?
Two children that appear to be sisters and a gray dog you could probably ride, come galloping up beside your party. You stop to pat the horse-dog. You are rewarded with a handful of drool and several happy licks.
“He likes you,” the young girl says.
“I like him too.” You wipe your hands on your pants. You suspect they’ve been dispatched to check on the glove situation. Thank you, Teyla. Colonel Sheppard bends down for his share of slime. You can hear Ronon threatening McKay if he doesn’t stop complaining about the cold. The older girl hands you a handful of something that looks a lot like mulch.
“Uh, thank you.” She pours it into your hands.
The girls grin. “It’s Drenkan bark. It smells nice. See?”
You sniff it. It smells like cinnamon, sort of.
“Well, thanks ladies.”
Colonel Sheppard walks over to us. “Hey, where’s mine?”
The space dog has started sniffing McKay’s crotch and you can hear some commotion. Ronon pipes in with an onion comment that doesn’t quite make sense, and you’re glad you’re up here, with the handful of spicy bark. Your hands start to tingle a bit.The older sister gestures towards you and says to Colonel Sheppard, “I’m sure she’ll share hers with you.” Her courage extinguished, she charges off with her little sister and dog in tow.
He looks you in the eye. “*I* never get any mulch.” You hand him a small piece. He flashes that smile you don’t care about, at all, and walks beside you. You sniff the bark one last time and shuffle it in your hands when you realize you’re not freezing anymore. Maybe this planet isn’t so bad after all, you think, as you lose your footing on the icy surface. Suddenly you find yourself in very big arms.
“Thanks, Ronon.” Where the hell did he come from? He nods, helps you to your feet and heads back toward Teyla and Rodney. That wasn’t *too* humiliating. HI! I’m the leader of Atlantis. I can’t walk in a straight line. I play with tree bark. You brush the snow off yourself, and take the dropped bark out of the Colonel's hands. You give him credit for not saying anything, which you decide is very bad. You must have looked ridiculous.
“You know what my horoscope said today?” You finally ask him.
“Tell me.”
“Get a black cat and smear fish paste in your slippers. Lucky Sag can’t lose!”
He starts rummaging through his pockets, then his pack, all seriousness, and curses under his breath.
“Colonel?”
“I’m sorry, Elizabeth.”
Your pulse races a little. “What is it?”
He sighs. “I left all my fish paste on Atlantis.”
“Just my luck.” It really is warming up. You unzip your jacket. Then your boot gets caught on a hidden root, you fall face-first into a tree, and you hear a loud CRACK. You reach for your face and feel the blood that’s trickling down your nose. You groan, and then you snicker, and by then everyone has caught up to see if you’re ok, and more importantly, if you’ve lost your mind. While you’re laughing, you don’t notice the nice, warm hands that caught you around your waist. Much. Not the previous big hands, but new, nice warm hands. The right hands. The right hands? Maybe you do have a head injury.
Colonel Sheppard looks concerned, more because of the laughter than the blood. “What are you laughing about?” He looks like he's wondering how hard you hit your head.
You can’t stop giggling. “Lucky sag can’t lose!” He grins and slowly hauls you to your feet.
“Are you ok?” I was ok until the nice hands went away. “I’m fine.” What is wrong with you? You wipe the blood off your nose. He’s not convinced. Neither are you. You feel dizzy.
“Elizabeth.” He tilts your head up by your chin and eyes you suspiciously.
“Really. It’s worse than it looks.”
Teyla hands you a cloth, when you hear Rodney complaining about a 'brontasaurus', and you’re grateful for the distraction. The dog is back, and is very interested in Rodney’s pants. Ronon offers him no help whatsoever.
“Knock it off! Aren’t there any leash laws on PX3-945? C’MON!” The dog starts to chew on his pocket, as the girls come running over the hill.
Sheppard looks at you. Want to pretend you don’t see this?
You return the look and rub your head. Oh, most definitely.
There's barking, then swearing, then you hear Teyla intervene. “He just likes you, Dr. McKay.” You and John both turn around to continue walking.
“What do you think that was all about?" You push a stray hair out of your face.
“I imagine it was the tuna sandwich I put in his jacket this morning.”
“Colonel.”
“It’s a puppy.”
“It’s a *huge* puppy.” His grin is unrepentant. “It’s also a waste of perfectly good tuna.”
“We live on the ocean.”
“True. You know, that was my favorite kind of sandwich when I was a kid. I never tried anything different for years. I was convinced nothing could be as fabulous.”
“So, who got you to eat outside the box, Elizabeth?”
“My Western Civ. professor.”
“Really?” He nudges your shoulder.
“Forget it.”
“I’ll tell you about the girl who taught me to drive a stick when I was 12.”
“We’re talking about a car, right?”
“Maybe. It was at a Johnny Cash concert.”
“Tempting, but no.”
“She was 17…”
You consider it, but then you remember that all night study session with your professor and--oh god, no. Regretfully, you have to decline.
He stares at you. "Well?" You shake your head.
He launches into 'I’ve Been Everywhere'. First humming, then singing.
I’ve been everywhere, man.
You ignore him, and feel your head. You think it’s getting warmer.
I’ve breathed mountain air, man.
“Forget it.” You’re not finding this funny. At all. How long can it possibly be to this village?
Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota, Antarctica, Athosia, Pegasus, Daedalus...
You can’t stop yourself from laughing.
A disheveled Rodney comes running up along side of you. “I’m glad you two are having so much fun while I’m getting mauled to death by this wooly mammoth.”
“It’s a dog, McKay.”
“A homicidal dog. Do I look a mailman? Why am I even here?”
Ronon saunters up. “Chief’s daughter.”
“Thinks you’re adorable,” offers Teyla.
John turns to a totally amused Teyla. “Could you please give Rodney a hand?”
“I’ll give him a hand.” Ronon looks a little too eager to help. Fortunately for Rodney, you turn to see Koden, the Chief’s aid, waving and coming towards you.
“Good day!” He grasps your hands, delighted you’ve finally done what you were asked. His hands are ice cold. Or, yours are just really warm. You look down, embarrassed you tried to weasel out of such a simple custom. It really was freezing this morning. You fidget with the bark in your pocket. You watch Rodney’s face as he meets Koden and simultaneously discovers the tuna in his jacket. You catch the look on John's face on the sly, shaking your head. Koden makes the rounds shaking everyone’s hands, and returns to you, grasping your hands a final time.
“Thank you for arranging a meeting so quickly, Koden. I understand this is a busy time of year for your people."
Koden’s smile fades a bit, and he still hasn’t let go of your hand. “Dr. Weir, you are warm.” Then he notices the scratch under your nose. “Was your journey safe?”
“We met some new friends. It was fine. I just lost my footing.” You smile, hoping to change the subject. Elizabeth Weir: Intergalactic Explorer!
He pauses. “Did the children give you Drenkan bark, by any chance?”
“Well, yes. It was very sweet of them.” Oh, this can’t be good.
Colonel Sheppard steps over. “Why?”
“My apologies.” Great.
Sheppard says, “What?!"
“The bark isn’t to be handled with your bare hands.”
“Why?”
“Well, it's absorbed throught the skin. We use it to make tea.”
McKay jogs up. “I could go for some tea. No, maybe cocoa. With those little marshmallows.”
John smiles. “Tea is good. We like tea. No problem.”
You wait for it.
“It’s a powerful…” Koden clearly wishes he could disappear into the woods with the dog and the girls.
You look at him. “Koden?”
“It makes a powerful tea that's given to couples on their wedding night so they will produce many children."
Lucky, lucky Sag.
Koden continued. "It sometimes has the same effect of intoxication on off-worlders in addition to its....other properties. I’m really very sorry. I’ll make sure the children are punished.”
Beaten, drawn and quartered, please. “No, that’s not necessary.” You sigh.
John is amused. Ronon has suddenly become very interested in a nearby rock. Teyla appears to have become interested in Ronon’s rock, but Ronon’s not having it. You catch the look he flashes Teyla. Get your own rock.
Koden is whiter than the snow now, and is trying to reassure you with, “It usually wears off in a day or two.”
Teyla inches closer to Ronon, in desperation. Please can I share the rock?
Koden’s getting anxious. “Never more than three days.” He offers a terrified smile and hurries after the children.
Now Ronon, Teyla and Rodney are staring at the rock, waiting for you to do whatever it is you’re going to do. They look at each other and silently agree to follow Koden, the drooling dog, a herd of dinosaurs, ten wraith hive ships---anything going in that direction is fine with them.
You hear Rodney ask, “So, what’s the chief’s daughter look like?” as they walk away.
"I guess we should try to—“ You don’t get to finish your sentence because your jacket catches on a branch and you find yourself sprawled on Lt. Colonel Sheppard, flat out, on the ground. Your head is throbbing, but all you notice is how his stubble feels. This planet is great. Wait, no--
“Hey. Lucky sag.... those planets aren’t even affecting us in the Pegasus galaxy, are they?” He says, not moving to get up.
You don’t move to untangle yourself either, delighted that this is his response. “No, I guess not. Jupiter rules Sagitarius and it's too far away to cause--"
"Fish paste issues?"
"Exactly."
“Elizabeth?”
“Mmm?”
“Wanna go to this meeting?”
You lift your head up. “I do.”
“Ok, good.”
You’re still lying on top of him.
He cautiously adds, “Did you want to go soon?”
An unauthorized hand runs through his hair. You avoid his eyes and lean in close. He caresses your face and doesn’t avoid your eyes. You brush your lips across his. It’s a kiss of air, but lethal enough, because you can feel him squirm beneath you.
“Are you sure we--?” You aren’t sure of anything, except that he needs to stop talking. Although, you do appreciate the pronoun 'we' instead of 'you'. You kiss him deeply, with cinnamon bravery, not caring that it wasn’t your own. His other arm rises around you and pulls you close, and the thought that you’re groping a member of your team, on a diplomatic mission, off-world, enters your mind, but your brain is no longer on your side. You breathe deep and slide your other hand between your bodies and begin to rub his dick through his pants. You increase the pace and you suck on his bottom lip and he groans something into your mouth that could be 'Elizabeth'. As long as it isn’t 'stop' or 'Rodney' you don’t much care. You hear him grunt and his tongue sweeps through your mouth and oh god, he smells so good. Like snow, and sweat, and him. You melt into him and you feel his hand in your hair while his other hand tugs your shirt out of your pants. He never stops those slow, wet kisses. You feel his hand slide under your shirt, cupping your breast and you finally look into his eyes.
“We should go,” you whisper, like he’s the one who's been holding you up. He nods, but he doesn’t stop massaging your breast, or devouring your mouth, or reaching for your belt. You're sucking on his lip and grinding your body into his, again and again. Then you give him one, long last kiss that he won’t forget anytime soon. You try to release his lips, but he doesn't want to, and his fist is painfully tight in your hair and you like it. His eyes are closed, but he finally takes a deep breath and starts to make the painful journey back to reality.
“Jesus, Elizabeth.”
You watch him try to straighten out your shirt and jacket. You'd prefer that he took off your jacket, and that you could take care of his hard-on yourself instead of sending him into the woods, but you can't help that. Allies. Mission. Wraith.
“Right.” He says. You slide off him, cruelly rubbing yourself on him again, and he pulls you to your feet. He's holding you by your shoulders. You don’t mean to smile. “Sorry about that,” you say, looking down at his erection. You give him a sympathetic smile and glance toward the path that leads to the village.
He releases you. “I’ll catch up with you." He closes his eyes. "Eventually."
You move to kiss him, but he steps back. “Get away from me, Weir.”
You laugh out loud and watch him hurry away. You’re not thinking about how to explain where you were. You’re thinking of the shivers have taken over your spine.
He doesn't turn around or stop walking, but calls, "Elizabeth!"
"Yes?"
"I was just thinking that you should come off-world more often." He keeps walking into the woods.
You watch him pick up his pace. You smile, glad you woke up this morning in a mood to disturb the universe.
Fin.
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