Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[ShipperWriter]

I just get hungry...

Fic teaser: John just started stripping in front of Elizabeth. In a non-sexual way. Although it might not be in a few minutes.

[Scary Kitty]

Fic teaser: John just started stripping in front of Elizabeth. In a non-sexual way. Although it might not be in a few minutes.

YES!!!!!! Do it, do it, do it, do it!

[ShipperWriter]

YES!!!!!! Do it, do it, do it, do it!

*laughs so hard she can't breathe*

SK, I swear, you are the worst enabler of all time!!!

[Falcon Horus]

I just started writing a beginning in my head where Kate and Teyla fought over nothing... something to do with stress... I don't think I'm in the right place for writing romance today.

[poundpuppy29]

[Scary Kitty]

*laughs so hard she can't breathe*

SK, I swear, you are the worst enabler of all time!!!

*bows* Why thank you!

I just started writing a beginning in my head where Kate and Teyla fought over nothing... something to do with stress... I don't think I'm in the right place for writing romance today.

Oooops.

: Back off, Oberoth! Lizzeh's MINE.

: Yeah, I'm totally his.

Random Replicator in the background: My lord Oberoth, I recommend we let these humans go or risk doom upon ourselves. Their hair is prettier than yours, which means if we don't let them go, we're screwed.

Oberoth (off-screen): Frak.

[ShipperWriter]

: Back off, Oberoth! Lizzeh's MINE.

: Yeah, I'm totally his.

Random Replicator in the background: My lord Oberoth, I recommend we let these humans go or risk doom upon ourselves. Their hair is prettier than yours, which means if we don't let them go, we're screwed.

Oberoth (off-screen): Frak.

*smirks*

Yep. Totally pwned.

[Scary Kitty]

*smirks*

Yep. Totally pwned.

You betcha.

[Southern Red]

I seem to be blessed with the ability to eat everything (especially sugar) and not gain weight... this is both a blessing and a curse though. I'm a skinny rat... err... lemming, I mean.

Hmmm, hum. I used to be the same way. This will all change with age, my friend. It's a good thing Sparky isn't fattening.

[ShipperWriter]

Okay, short little treat in honor of today. Kiddies, I wouldn't recommend reading.

Spoiler:

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?"

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.

I'm evil. Now back to my other fic.

[Scary Kitty]

Okay, short little treat in honor of today. Kiddies, I wouldn't recommend reading.

Spoiler:

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?"

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.

I'm evil. Now back to my other fic.

*falls out of chair* Darnit, you ARE evil! That's one delicious fic!

[ShipperWriter]

*falls out of chair* Darnit, you ARE evil! That's one delicious fic!

*humbly bows*

I aim high.

Anyhoodle, I think it's time for this shipper to get some sleep. See everybody in the morning!!!

[Scary Kitty]

*humbly bows*

I aim high.

Anyhoodle, I think it's time for this shipper to get some sleep. See everybody in the morning!!!

Heeheehee!

Nighty-night, SW, and pleasant Sparky dreams!

[mandogater]

Oh, I dunno. Between "schlepping", "complete lazy slob", and the mental image I now have of BJ darning his socks ... I'd love to be there! I love Hawkeye. *sighs*

Hawkeye was my favorite character too!!

[Southern Red]

Okay, short little treat in honor of today. Kiddies, I wouldn't recommend reading.

Spoiler:

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?"

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.

I'm evil. Now back to my other fic.

Your self assessment was right on the money. Now we need an evil smutty John!daydream.