LOL - I just found this unfinished on my desktop.. so alas.. its been finished...
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PROMPT – Sparky Quote 31.
31. SHEPPARD: The coup was successful. Ladon Radim is the new leader of the Genii. (He sits on the edge of her desk.)
WEIR: Wow, that was fast.
SHEPPARD: Well, once people found out Cowen and his elite guard were out of the picture, his loyalists laid down their weapons. They're billing it as a bloodless coup `cause no-one died on their home soil.
WEIR: So a nuclear explosion and the lives of an entire battalion of men don't count?
SHEPPARD: Yeah, it's all spin. What d'you think the fallout's gonna be?
WEIR: Well, historically, most coups end up with the new government being about as bad as the old one.
SHEPPARD: I don't know. He seemed pretty grateful we saved his sister.
WEIR: There's that.
SHEPPARD: He did save me and my team.
WEIR: There's that too.
SHEPPARD: So I say we call it a win.
WEIR: Who's spinning now?!
SHEPPARD: Alright. Then I say we call it a night.
WEIR: That we can do!
Dr Elizabeth Weir hesitated as John finished speaking but didn't move, obviously waiting for her to join him. She rose from her chair and rounded the table, falling into step beside him as they left her office and headed for the control room. Rounding the corner John seemed to steer them towards the mess hall, smiling like a goofball at the few expedition members they encountered during the short walk.
He headed to the near empty buffet and cast his eyes over the contents and pulling his face into a frown.
" Not up to your standard?" Elizabeth commented, looking over the leftover and rather unappetizing food that was left.
" Err.. no.... I got a better idea" John's face lit up and he grabbed Elizabeth by the hand, pulling her towards the storeroom where the expeditions food stores were kept. Keying in his access code the latch popped open and he pulled her inside, allowing the door to swing shut and kissing her soundly whilst pressing her against one of the crates. Neither heard the lock reactivate....
Elizabeth stifled a moan as John left her lips and trailed kisses down her neck, leaning her head to the side to allow him better access.
" What if...someone walks in?" She gasped, breathless as John nibbled on the point where her shoulder met her neck, one of her 'on buttons' as John so called it.
" No-one's up... cept us" John mumbled, his fingers making their way to the milky flesh beneath her shirt. " And maybe Rodney... but he'll get over it"
Elizabeth giggled at the thought of Rodney's wide eyes and slack jawed response to finding them making out in a storeroom and wondered how long it would take him to recover from the sight.... hrmm... a while... Her eyes fluttered closed again as John's hands continued their exploration and her mind closed down to the sheer bliss he was causing her body.
Some time later John slumped over her, spent and dripping with sweat from the exertion of their lovemaking. It had been an experience for both of them, the risk of being caught only adding to the intensity. Slowly Elizabeth's breathing returned to normal and she cracked open an eye, giggling at the goofy expression on John's face.
" Do you always look so smug after sex?" She asked, toying with his hair as she idly looked past him for her scattered clothes. She spied her shirt, caught up in the tomato crate and reached over for it, falling miles short.
John detangled himself from her body, reaching over to snag the shirt and tossed it over to her. He found his trousers kicked under one of the freezers and dropped to his knees to retrieve them, unable to remember kicking them over there in the first place. Meanwhile Elizabeth had cleaned up the evidence of their make-out session and was still trying to find her trousers, ending up having to climb up the racking to the top crate of Athosian potatoes to retrieve them. Grabbing the offending trousers she quickly pulled them back on and couldn't resist a giggle at the sight of him trying to retrieve his shirt from the lampshade. How it had ended up there she had no idea, but the thought amused her greatly.
" I spose we should get outta here before someone comes looking for us" Elizabeth said with a resigned sigh, waiting till John was fully dressed before wandering over to the store room door and trying to open it.
Nothing happened.
" Ah... slight problem" she turned and faced him, taking in his look of surprise as he too tried to open the door. It refused to budge.
" Oh crap" John hissed as he tried to access the door controls, only to find them inoperative. His attempt to force the latch was met with failure as the door stubbornly refused to move.
" So much for not getting caught " Elizabeth lamented as she backed away from the door and started looking around the storeroom. She picked out enough fresh food to pack a small picnic for two and plonked herself down on the floor whilst John made the embarrassing call to the control room to advise them of the situation.
" All I could hear was Rodney's laughing" John explained as he pulled the earpiece from his head and tossed it to the floor. Elizabeth smirked as she heard the ruccus even from where she was sitting, knowing that her Chief Scientist was gonna have a field day.
" Oh.. wait... let me try... nope... lets try... bugger.. I'll get back you" Rodney's voice faded as the earpiece clicked off, the tapping of Rodney’s laptop dying with the voice of its operator.
" Well that's not reassuring" John quipped, plonking down on the floor next to Elizabeth and swiping the bread roll she was assembling from her hands.
" Hey!" She protested, trying to grab the roll back and only succeeding in partially spreading its contents on the floor. What was it with John and messes? He stuffed as much of the roll as possible into this mouth as if to claim victory, his smirk triumphant even around a very full mouth of food. Giving him the eye Elizabeth made herself another roll and settled back against of the crates to eat it.
An hour passed, with only one call from McKay saying he couldn't override the locking mechanism on the store room door and they would have to cut the door. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and said nothing, wondering why she had thought making love to John in a storeroom was a good idea in the first place.
A short time later the sound of a cutting torch cut through the eerie quietness the storeroom provided and both scuttled to the rear of the room in case of any problems. The eerie glow cast a strange light over their flushed faces, reddened not with passion this time, but with embarrassment.
" What's our story gonna be?" John asked, as the laser cutter neared its finishing point. They both shared a glance before Elizabeth thought for a few moments.
“ There wasn’t enough food in the mess hall left, so we decided to grab something for ourselves?” She offered, knowing that there had in fact been scant offerings left in the mess hall when they had passed through there.
“ That could work, although the fact your shirt’s on inside out could blow our cover” John quipped, pointing to the neatly stitched seams protruding over Elizabeth’s shoulder and sides.
“ Crap.. quick.. stand in front of me so I can fix it” She hissed as the sound of the laser cutter died. “ Damnit.. no time” He hissed back, wondering why he hadn’t noticed earlier than the offending shirt was on wrong. All they could do was hope the ‘rescue’ teams didn’t notice.
“ Stand Clear!” Came the muffed call through the door, shortly before a resounding clang of the cut metal dropping to the floor.
“ Took you long enough!” John retorted, making sure he kept himself between the rescue team and Elizabeth, hoping he hadn’t made it too obvious. They beat a hasty retreat, claiming they were late for a meeting, to which Rodney raised an eyebrow.
“ Hmm… I didn’t know of any meeting” He mumbled to himself before a neatly packaged sandwich on the shelf stole his attention. He grabbed it and wandered back to the mess hall, leaving the rest of the rescue team to clean up and start on replacing the door.
To their credit, said rescue team waiting until McKay was out of sight before keeling over in peeling laughter, finally having some good dirt to pay out on their respect bosses. There was nothing like good blackmail material.
“ Did you see her shirt on inside out? And the giant hickey on his neck? They are SO doing it…”
The End
31. SHEPPARD: The coup was successful. Ladon Radim is the new leader of the Genii. (He sits on the edge of her desk.)
WEIR: Wow, that was fast.
SHEPPARD: Well, once people found out Cowen and his elite guard were out of the picture, his loyalists laid down their weapons. They're billing it as a bloodless coup `cause no-one died on their home soil.
WEIR: So a nuclear explosion and the lives of an entire battalion of men don't count?
SHEPPARD: Yeah, it's all spin. What d'you think the fallout's gonna be?
WEIR: Well, historically, most coups end up with the new government being about as bad as the old one.
SHEPPARD: I don't know. He seemed pretty grateful we saved his sister.
WEIR: There's that.
SHEPPARD: He did save me and my team.
WEIR: There's that too.
SHEPPARD: So I say we call it a win.
WEIR: Who's spinning now?!
SHEPPARD: Alright. Then I say we call it a night.
WEIR: That we can do!
Dr Elizabeth Weir hesitated as John finished speaking but didn't move, obviously waiting for her to join him. She rose from her chair and rounded the table, falling into step beside him as they left her office and headed for the control room. Rounding the corner John seemed to steer them towards the mess hall, smiling like a goofball at the few expedition members they encountered during the short walk.
He headed to the near empty buffet and cast his eyes over the contents and pulling his face into a frown.
" Not up to your standard?" Elizabeth commented, looking over the leftover and rather unappetizing food that was left.
" Err.. no.... I got a better idea" John's face lit up and he grabbed Elizabeth by the hand, pulling her towards the storeroom where the expeditions food stores were kept. Keying in his access code the latch popped open and he pulled her inside, allowing the door to swing shut and kissing her soundly whilst pressing her against one of the crates. Neither heard the lock reactivate....
Elizabeth stifled a moan as John left her lips and trailed kisses down her neck, leaning her head to the side to allow him better access.
" What if...someone walks in?" She gasped, breathless as John nibbled on the point where her shoulder met her neck, one of her 'on buttons' as John so called it.
" No-one's up... cept us" John mumbled, his fingers making their way to the milky flesh beneath her shirt. " And maybe Rodney... but he'll get over it"
Elizabeth giggled at the thought of Rodney's wide eyes and slack jawed response to finding them making out in a storeroom and wondered how long it would take him to recover from the sight.... hrmm... a while... Her eyes fluttered closed again as John's hands continued their exploration and her mind closed down to the sheer bliss he was causing her body.
Some time later John slumped over her, spent and dripping with sweat from the exertion of their lovemaking. It had been an experience for both of them, the risk of being caught only adding to the intensity. Slowly Elizabeth's breathing returned to normal and she cracked open an eye, giggling at the goofy expression on John's face.
" Do you always look so smug after sex?" She asked, toying with his hair as she idly looked past him for her scattered clothes. She spied her shirt, caught up in the tomato crate and reached over for it, falling miles short.
John detangled himself from her body, reaching over to snag the shirt and tossed it over to her. He found his trousers kicked under one of the freezers and dropped to his knees to retrieve them, unable to remember kicking them over there in the first place. Meanwhile Elizabeth had cleaned up the evidence of their make-out session and was still trying to find her trousers, ending up having to climb up the racking to the top crate of Athosian potatoes to retrieve them. Grabbing the offending trousers she quickly pulled them back on and couldn't resist a giggle at the sight of him trying to retrieve his shirt from the lampshade. How it had ended up there she had no idea, but the thought amused her greatly.
" I spose we should get outta here before someone comes looking for us" Elizabeth said with a resigned sigh, waiting till John was fully dressed before wandering over to the store room door and trying to open it.
Nothing happened.
" Ah... slight problem" she turned and faced him, taking in his look of surprise as he too tried to open the door. It refused to budge.
" Oh crap" John hissed as he tried to access the door controls, only to find them inoperative. His attempt to force the latch was met with failure as the door stubbornly refused to move.
" So much for not getting caught " Elizabeth lamented as she backed away from the door and started looking around the storeroom. She picked out enough fresh food to pack a small picnic for two and plonked herself down on the floor whilst John made the embarrassing call to the control room to advise them of the situation.
" All I could hear was Rodney's laughing" John explained as he pulled the earpiece from his head and tossed it to the floor. Elizabeth smirked as she heard the ruccus even from where she was sitting, knowing that her Chief Scientist was gonna have a field day.
" Oh.. wait... let me try... nope... lets try... bugger.. I'll get back you" Rodney's voice faded as the earpiece clicked off, the tapping of Rodney’s laptop dying with the voice of its operator.
" Well that's not reassuring" John quipped, plonking down on the floor next to Elizabeth and swiping the bread roll she was assembling from her hands.
" Hey!" She protested, trying to grab the roll back and only succeeding in partially spreading its contents on the floor. What was it with John and messes? He stuffed as much of the roll as possible into this mouth as if to claim victory, his smirk triumphant even around a very full mouth of food. Giving him the eye Elizabeth made herself another roll and settled back against of the crates to eat it.
An hour passed, with only one call from McKay saying he couldn't override the locking mechanism on the store room door and they would have to cut the door. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and said nothing, wondering why she had thought making love to John in a storeroom was a good idea in the first place.
A short time later the sound of a cutting torch cut through the eerie quietness the storeroom provided and both scuttled to the rear of the room in case of any problems. The eerie glow cast a strange light over their flushed faces, reddened not with passion this time, but with embarrassment.
" What's our story gonna be?" John asked, as the laser cutter neared its finishing point. They both shared a glance before Elizabeth thought for a few moments.
“ There wasn’t enough food in the mess hall left, so we decided to grab something for ourselves?” She offered, knowing that there had in fact been scant offerings left in the mess hall when they had passed through there.
“ That could work, although the fact your shirt’s on inside out could blow our cover” John quipped, pointing to the neatly stitched seams protruding over Elizabeth’s shoulder and sides.
“ Crap.. quick.. stand in front of me so I can fix it” She hissed as the sound of the laser cutter died. “ Damnit.. no time” He hissed back, wondering why he hadn’t noticed earlier than the offending shirt was on wrong. All they could do was hope the ‘rescue’ teams didn’t notice.
“ Stand Clear!” Came the muffed call through the door, shortly before a resounding clang of the cut metal dropping to the floor.
“ Took you long enough!” John retorted, making sure he kept himself between the rescue team and Elizabeth, hoping he hadn’t made it too obvious. They beat a hasty retreat, claiming they were late for a meeting, to which Rodney raised an eyebrow.
“ Hmm… I didn’t know of any meeting” He mumbled to himself before a neatly packaged sandwich on the shelf stole his attention. He grabbed it and wandered back to the mess hall, leaving the rest of the rescue team to clean up and start on replacing the door.
To their credit, said rescue team waiting until McKay was out of sight before keeling over in peeling laughter, finally having some good dirt to pay out on their respect bosses. There was nothing like good blackmail material.
“ Did you see her shirt on inside out? And the giant hickey on his neck? They are SO doing it…”
The End
, but we went to an air show in Virginia instead. It was interesting though, so it wasn't so bad. 
Maybe next week? 
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