John Sheppard had a ton of reports to finish. At first, he retreated to a quiet corner of the mess hall, holding his laptop in one arm and a tray with a turkey sandwich in the other.
Scientist after lieutenant after scientist came up to him. Apparently, no one could understand what a death glare looked like these days.
After about ten minutes, he gave up, grabbing his belongings and strutting purposefully back to his quarters, intent on locking himself inside and finishing the reports before Elizabeth had reason to gripe at him again. She already had her hands full with an experiment that Rodney wanted to run. He didn't want to make her day any worse.
After the doors closed, he raised his hand to remove the control crystal from the sensors, but decided against it. In case of an emergency, it was probably wiser to actually be able to leave his quarters without any more of a struggle than necessary.
John walked around the foot of his bed and set his laptop and food down atop the covers. Pulling one of the white chairs over, he opened the computer and began eating while glancing nonchalantly over the files.
After five minutes of staring at the screen, he wondered why he thought sitting in his quarters in a comfy chair, so close to his bed, would be a good idea.
John groaned, leaning back in the chair and covering his face with his hands as he breathed out.
Then the door rang.
He peeked through his fingers, glaring. He almost shouted “go away” until he heard a voice through the door.
“John, do you have a minute?”
He dropped his hands. “Yep. Come on in.”
The doors slid open and Elizabeth quickly stepped inside. He noticed that she had forgone her usual outfit of a simple, yet flattering, red shirt and the uniform black pants. Her Expedition jacket was zipped up, almost to her throat. John frowned quickly, then shook it away. “You found me.”
Elizabeth smiled at him. “Well, I thought that we were going to have lunch together, but when I didn’t see you in the mess hall, I assumed I was wrong.”
“Sorry,” he replied, embarrassed. “I completely forgot. I actually was there, trying to get some reports caught up, but people kept bothering me. Thought I’d get more done here.”
“And how are you doing?”
He didn‘t miss a beat with his response. “I glared at the screen for five minutes, then decided to take a break.”
She smiled again.
John bit his lip, then slapped his thighs. “If you give me a minute, I can still go with you.” Gesturing to the sandwich laying on the wrapper, he added, “I can throw this in the fridge. Save it for later.”
She pouted, shaking her head. “Actually, I was thinking we could have lunch in.”
Despite the strange request, John gritted his teeth, glancing to his right as he considered what edible food was in his room. “I don’t know if I have a--”
The rest of his sentence was suddenly cut off as Elizabeth had maneuvered around the bed and stooped in front of him, pressing her lips soundly to his as he stared wide eyed for a moment before it registered. This was definitely a head scratcher, but he shut his eyes and responded. He barely had a chance to return the kiss before she pulled back.
His eyes flew open and he craned his neck, hazel eyes darting in confusion. “Elizabeth?” his voice, unusually high, asked awkwardly.
Elizabeth Weir smirked at him.
He knew nothing good would come of this.
In a graceful manner that looked practiced, she straddled him where he sat on the chair. Her hands pushed against his chest, effectively pinning him to the chair. Any strength that could have been used to push her away immediately vanished.
She lifted her hands, tugging at the zipper, slowly pulling it down, and when John realized that the only thing she was wearing under the jacket was a small black bra, he knew there was no turning back.
“Elizabeth? Care to fill me in?” he flirted, tilting his head.
She grinned at him. “You’re an intelligent man, Colonel Sheppard.” Her lips touched his again, teasing, and he moaned. “I’m sure you can fill in the blanks.” She shifted against him, and he cursed himself for wearing so many layers.
However, it seemed Elizabeth shared his regret, and she brought her hands down to the edge of his black shirt, slowly shimmying it up his lean chest. He raised his arms as she pulled it away from him, and before he could even think, her lips latched on to his, leaving a wet trail down his neck and across his collarbone.
Remembering he had hands that he could use, they moved to her shoulders, pushing the black jacket off, leaving them both topless. John’s hands wandered around her back, and tried to undo the bra, but Elizabeth swatted his hands away. “Not yet,” she whispered close to his ear, starting a new path down the side of his neck.
The shock started to fade and he reached for her face, framing it with his hands, and he pulled her up towards him, meeting him for a toe-curling kiss that must have shocked her because she sat back for a moment, lips parted, and stared at him.
Finally, she grinned at him again.
John was getting very confused, but if that meant Elizabeth was going to take off her clothes and make out with him, then he had no problem letting her continue.
“Yeah?” he replied, leaning forward to kiss her again.
She patted him on the shoulder. “John?” she called again.
“I’m right here,” he answered, exasperated.
He lifted his head and glanced at Elizabeth.
She wasn’t straddled across his lap.
She was standing on the other side of the table in the -- mess hall?
“Are you okay?” she asked, placing her lunch tray opposite his.
John frowned, then ran a hand over his face. “Umm, yeah. Guess I just needed a cat nap.”
Elizabeth smiled, smoothing her red shirt as she sat down.
He pushed his laptop off to the side. They started their conversation. A few witty remarks, an occasional eye brow raise, and a couple of comments that could be interpreted as flirtatious.
It would’ve been a perfect lunch, had it not been for the bulge that John was now hiding under the table.
As John slammed her back against the wall, Elizabeth leaned forward to not only capture his lips again but to ensure that her head wouldn't slam into the wall. Her lips covered his, pressing forward into his as she let out a moan, and she felt him smirk.
They drew back for air and before Elizabeth even had time to fully inhale, John's lips were covering hers again, his tongue invading her mouth, but she willingly accepted and wrapped her hands behind his head, pulling him closer.
She didn't even let the knowledge that anyone could walk onto the balcony deter her.
John's hands began to move from where they were currently holding her neck, sliding agonizingly slow down her arms, to the sides of her breast, to her slender waist, but they didn't stay idle for long. His agile fingers began wrapping around the hem of her red duty shirt, and as they began to slowly -- very slowly -- work it up her pale skin, almost reaching her bra, she gasped into his mouth and pulled back. Making out, hidden behind one of the metal support posts, was one thing.
John pulling her clothes off? Welcome, but not here.
"Nuh-uh," she muttered as his hazel eyes raked over her face, clearly worried. The desire was oh so obvious that she immediately cursed herself for stopping him, but she knew the odds of someone catching them were too high to risk this. "Not here," she emphasized, hurriedly tilting her head towards the door.
John smiled cockily at her, tilting his head seductively. "I can be quick," was his only response before fastening his lips on her neck, his hands abandoning their earlier actions and now starting to find its way between her loose pants and her tender skin.
The rush of adrenaline from his wet kisses down her neck and the shudder resulting from his rough hand slipping downwards almost made her loose her balance, and she threw her body weight back against the metal pole. The coldness touching the small of her back from where John had pulled up her shirt almost her start gasping uncontrollably, but she bit her lip and --
Elizabeth opened her eyes, almost falling backwards in her chair.
She was sitting in her office, having a sexy daydream about the man who had draped himself so casually over the chair in front of her desk.
She sighed, dropping her head. "Dammit."
John frowned at her. "You okay? Looked like you were drifting off there."
She cleared her throat. "I'm fine."
As she continued her informal meeting with John, she couldn't help but glance every so often to the doors across the control room that led out to the balcony. Finally, John nodded at her with a smile, excusing himself, and she watched him saunter out of the office.
It took her about five seconds to register that yes, she had been staring at his ass, and yes, John turned around and grinned at her.
It was going to be a long night.