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fic: Atlantis, Weir/Sheppard, Coming to Terms With Certain Differences In... Plane
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: R/18+, naked people, sex, het
Length: 1300
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard
Set: post-This Mortal Coil, and it's spoilery.
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qwirky, who wanted a spoiler.
eta: hey, guys? The best line in this fic is totallynique's, not mine. I just stole it. ;)
Coming to Terms With Certain Differences In... Plane
by ALC Punk!
(qwirky wanted "Lizzeh/Shep, ascended replicator sex!")
It started as sort of a joke--since they were ascended, no one could see them, unless they wanted to. And, really, Elizabeth used to fantasize about it (ok, so, not about the Colonel Carter part--that might have entered John's thoughts, though, given he was a guy). Not that she'd ever told anyone. So when they had sex on her (now Colonel Carter's) desk, with paperwork under her ass and John pausing in the middle to note that he'd always wondered if Carter's breasts were as big as they looked (which earned him a smack on the back of the head), the paperwork stayed pristine and clean, and the only people who noticed enough to be scandalized were their fellow Ascended Beings.
"You just--I can't believe it. I'm not even talking to you anymore. This is me, gone," was Rodney's reply after walking in on them in the afterglow.
Since he was invisible, too, Colonel Carter didn't seem to find anything amiss at him talking to her desk. This was probably a good thing, as the state of Rodney McKay's mind was something that gave everyone on Atlantis pause. If he snapped, they might find the city blown up.
"Well, we did," Liz replied, stretching and giving John a nice look at her breasts.
He took advantage of that fact rather happily.
Several hours later, they were resting on Liz's favorite balcony.
"I suppose we shouldn't be here," she said, not moving an inch from where she was curled against his chest.
"Yeah." John didn't seem inclined to move, either.
That was fine with her. She sucked in a breath, remembering how much she'd loved standing out here. There air smelled mostly the same, though of course, a different planet presented different chemicals in the makeup of the atmosphere. But it was still salt and sea and Ancient technology under her feet--or in this case, her bare ass.
She missed this. She knew he did, too. Even if they'd never really had it.
"McKay wasn't right, was he?" John asked suddenly, his voice vaguely curious.
Refusing to move an inch, Elizabeth raised her eyebrows and replied. "About what?"
"That his still-human self might be working on a way to detect Ancients."
"It's Rodney, what do you think?"
"I think we'd better get in several more rounds of sex before he can start noticing us."
Elizabeth had to admire a man with a plan. She grinned and tilted her head to look at him. "And here I thought you were going to relax."
"Well, I can relax later. When there's no chance of McKay walking in on us."
A laugh escaped Elizabeth. "John." She considered moving to look at him, but that would require effort, and she was happy with the whole being relaxed thing. "McKay has walked in on us. He just doesn't know it."
"GAH. Elizabeth!"
Laughing, she finally turned and straddled his lap. "Sorry, you want me to make it up to you for reminding you?"
"Well, yeah. But not here--" he waved a hand, "Carter and McKay come out here, sometimes. Not together, of course."
"Of course," Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, "And do you?"
"He does, yeah." Looking away, John shrugged, "It's a good place to think."
A good place to think. Elizabeth had to agree with that--her balcony had always seemed like the best place to pace while she considered the problems that had faced her. Sobering slightly, she wondered if John was feeling guilty about going there without her. She brushed a hand against his cheek, "Let's go somewhere else?"
Grinning, he nodded, "I know just the place, too."
-
"It's a good thing we're ascended," Elizabeth muttered as John backed her into the wall. If she'd been corporeal, she was pretty sure she'd be freezing her ass right about then. The archive room wasn't generally kept heated, after all, and most of the people who used it were wearing clothes. Unlike her. Elizabeth eyed the goosebumps rising on her skin and wondered if they were psychosomatic. Obviously, she'd have to do some more research in this vein.
Just not then.
"Yeah?"
Arching her neck to give him better access to that one spot on her throat that he liked kissing, Elizabeth stroked her hand down his back to cup his ass. "Well, for one thing, you might have shrinkage issues in this cold."
That stopped him, and he pulled back to eye her. "Elizabeth."
"John," she replied, tone innocent.
He snorted, hands grabbing her hips and pulling her into him, hard. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."
"I should hope not," she said, twining her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"AHEM. We have been looking for you, Colonel Sheppard, Doctor Weir," announced Moros as he materialized in the room behind Sheppard. He opened his mouth to continue and froze, color rising as he took in their state. "This is outrageous!"
"I know," Sheppard replied, glancing at him. "Don't you people ever knock?"
"This is appalling. I simply cannot believe that you, of all people, would desecrate this sacred space," remonstrated Moros. He'd always been kind of a stick in the mud. Elizabeth wasn't surprised that he thought sex was a desecration.
"Dude, we're ascended, everything is sacred, you assholes," Sheppard shot back.
Elizabeth, who'd mostly been keeping a straight face, broke out into giggles which she hushed by burying her face in the side of his neck. That, in turn, distracted Sheppard from his diatribe. Because, really, naked Elizabeth Weir all snug against you with her lips brushing your neck? That's a distraction. A big one.
A cough escaped Moros when it appeared that they would forget entirely that he was there. "This is still--"
"Highly unusual, yes?" asked Elizabeth, finally twisting her head to actually look at him. She hadn't liked him when she'd read about him in her own notes, or when the alternate universe version of herself had talked about him. She really didn't like him now. It was funny, if she'd been human still, the part about being naked in front of him might have been a challenge.
Instead, it was simply one more thing that made her irritated at him.
"Indeed." Frostily, he gestured, "I suggest you leave this place. The corporeal world is not your playground, after all."
"It's not?" John asked, sounding surprised, "Y'see, that was always the impression I got from you guys. We're all just toys for you to place on your chessboards. Or are you playing Parcheesi? I can never tell."
"Sorry is better," Elizabeth informed him.
"That's because you cheat."
"I do not cheat!"
"AHEM," Moros cleared his throat again, attempting to call them to order. "If you two would please behave with the decorum of your current plane of existence, this would all go so much better."
"How about, you go away, and we'll... follow in a while," suggested Sheppard.
Moros narrowed his eyes, as though sensing this were only a temporary agreement. If it were an agreement at all, "And you will endeavor to attain suitable attire?"
"We're ascended, why do we need clothes?"
"John," Elizabeth smacked his shoulder, then tried for a diplomatic smile. "We'll attain the clothing we need, yes. Now, if you'll please leave us in peace for the moment?"
Moros eyed them one last time and then disappeared in a flash of light.
Already forgetting the interruption, John pressed her back against the wall she couldn't feel. "Now, where were we?"
"I was freezing my ass off," Elizabeth informed him.
"Right!"
Even if she couldn't really do that, anymore. Not that it mattered. She could wrap her legs around John Sheppard's waist and let him rock against her until both of them were soaked in sweat that wouldn't dry in a sea breeze. And maybe that was ok.
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Rating: R/18+, naked people, sex, het
Length: 1300
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard
Set: post-This Mortal Coil, and it's spoilery.
for
qwirky, who wanted a spoiler.eta: hey, guys? The best line in this fic is totally
nique's, not mine. I just stole it. ;)Coming to Terms With Certain Differences In... Plane
by ALC Punk!
(
qwirky wanted "Lizzeh/Shep, ascended replicator sex!")It started as sort of a joke--since they were ascended, no one could see them, unless they wanted to. And, really, Elizabeth used to fantasize about it (ok, so, not about the Colonel Carter part--that might have entered John's thoughts, though, given he was a guy). Not that she'd ever told anyone. So when they had sex on her (now Colonel Carter's) desk, with paperwork under her ass and John pausing in the middle to note that he'd always wondered if Carter's breasts were as big as they looked (which earned him a smack on the back of the head), the paperwork stayed pristine and clean, and the only people who noticed enough to be scandalized were their fellow Ascended Beings.
"You just--I can't believe it. I'm not even talking to you anymore. This is me, gone," was Rodney's reply after walking in on them in the afterglow.
Since he was invisible, too, Colonel Carter didn't seem to find anything amiss at him talking to her desk. This was probably a good thing, as the state of Rodney McKay's mind was something that gave everyone on Atlantis pause. If he snapped, they might find the city blown up.
"Well, we did," Liz replied, stretching and giving John a nice look at her breasts.
He took advantage of that fact rather happily.
Several hours later, they were resting on Liz's favorite balcony.
"I suppose we shouldn't be here," she said, not moving an inch from where she was curled against his chest.
"Yeah." John didn't seem inclined to move, either.
That was fine with her. She sucked in a breath, remembering how much she'd loved standing out here. There air smelled mostly the same, though of course, a different planet presented different chemicals in the makeup of the atmosphere. But it was still salt and sea and Ancient technology under her feet--or in this case, her bare ass.
She missed this. She knew he did, too. Even if they'd never really had it.
"McKay wasn't right, was he?" John asked suddenly, his voice vaguely curious.
Refusing to move an inch, Elizabeth raised her eyebrows and replied. "About what?"
"That his still-human self might be working on a way to detect Ancients."
"It's Rodney, what do you think?"
"I think we'd better get in several more rounds of sex before he can start noticing us."
Elizabeth had to admire a man with a plan. She grinned and tilted her head to look at him. "And here I thought you were going to relax."
"Well, I can relax later. When there's no chance of McKay walking in on us."
A laugh escaped Elizabeth. "John." She considered moving to look at him, but that would require effort, and she was happy with the whole being relaxed thing. "McKay has walked in on us. He just doesn't know it."
"GAH. Elizabeth!"
Laughing, she finally turned and straddled his lap. "Sorry, you want me to make it up to you for reminding you?"
"Well, yeah. But not here--" he waved a hand, "Carter and McKay come out here, sometimes. Not together, of course."
"Of course," Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, "And do you?"
"He does, yeah." Looking away, John shrugged, "It's a good place to think."
A good place to think. Elizabeth had to agree with that--her balcony had always seemed like the best place to pace while she considered the problems that had faced her. Sobering slightly, she wondered if John was feeling guilty about going there without her. She brushed a hand against his cheek, "Let's go somewhere else?"
Grinning, he nodded, "I know just the place, too."
-
"It's a good thing we're ascended," Elizabeth muttered as John backed her into the wall. If she'd been corporeal, she was pretty sure she'd be freezing her ass right about then. The archive room wasn't generally kept heated, after all, and most of the people who used it were wearing clothes. Unlike her. Elizabeth eyed the goosebumps rising on her skin and wondered if they were psychosomatic. Obviously, she'd have to do some more research in this vein.
Just not then.
"Yeah?"
Arching her neck to give him better access to that one spot on her throat that he liked kissing, Elizabeth stroked her hand down his back to cup his ass. "Well, for one thing, you might have shrinkage issues in this cold."
That stopped him, and he pulled back to eye her. "Elizabeth."
"John," she replied, tone innocent.
He snorted, hands grabbing her hips and pulling her into him, hard. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."
"I should hope not," she said, twining her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"AHEM. We have been looking for you, Colonel Sheppard, Doctor Weir," announced Moros as he materialized in the room behind Sheppard. He opened his mouth to continue and froze, color rising as he took in their state. "This is outrageous!"
"I know," Sheppard replied, glancing at him. "Don't you people ever knock?"
"This is appalling. I simply cannot believe that you, of all people, would desecrate this sacred space," remonstrated Moros. He'd always been kind of a stick in the mud. Elizabeth wasn't surprised that he thought sex was a desecration.
"Dude, we're ascended, everything is sacred, you assholes," Sheppard shot back.
Elizabeth, who'd mostly been keeping a straight face, broke out into giggles which she hushed by burying her face in the side of his neck. That, in turn, distracted Sheppard from his diatribe. Because, really, naked Elizabeth Weir all snug against you with her lips brushing your neck? That's a distraction. A big one.
A cough escaped Moros when it appeared that they would forget entirely that he was there. "This is still--"
"Highly unusual, yes?" asked Elizabeth, finally twisting her head to actually look at him. She hadn't liked him when she'd read about him in her own notes, or when the alternate universe version of herself had talked about him. She really didn't like him now. It was funny, if she'd been human still, the part about being naked in front of him might have been a challenge.
Instead, it was simply one more thing that made her irritated at him.
"Indeed." Frostily, he gestured, "I suggest you leave this place. The corporeal world is not your playground, after all."
"It's not?" John asked, sounding surprised, "Y'see, that was always the impression I got from you guys. We're all just toys for you to place on your chessboards. Or are you playing Parcheesi? I can never tell."
"Sorry is better," Elizabeth informed him.
"That's because you cheat."
"I do not cheat!"
"AHEM," Moros cleared his throat again, attempting to call them to order. "If you two would please behave with the decorum of your current plane of existence, this would all go so much better."
"How about, you go away, and we'll... follow in a while," suggested Sheppard.
Moros narrowed his eyes, as though sensing this were only a temporary agreement. If it were an agreement at all, "And you will endeavor to attain suitable attire?"
"We're ascended, why do we need clothes?"
"John," Elizabeth smacked his shoulder, then tried for a diplomatic smile. "We'll attain the clothing we need, yes. Now, if you'll please leave us in peace for the moment?"
Moros eyed them one last time and then disappeared in a flash of light.
Already forgetting the interruption, John pressed her back against the wall she couldn't feel. "Now, where were we?"
"I was freezing my ass off," Elizabeth informed him.
"Right!"
Even if she couldn't really do that, anymore. Not that it mattered. She could wrap her legs around John Sheppard's waist and let him rock against her until both of them were soaked in sweat that wouldn't dry in a sea breeze. And maybe that was ok.
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Thank you =)
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ftw.
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Thank you =)
(and yes, I just repeated myself *blames lack of food*)
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*clings to you*
*lavishes love on you and fic!!1!!!*
*smuuuuuuuuush!*
Sparkysmutyayyy. *happy*
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*snuggles*
Now, if we could get more people to write us fic. Sigh.
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