Characters: John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir, Carson Beckett
Rating: PG-13 to R (to be on the safe side)
Category: humour, romance, adult, pwp
Disclaimer: All the characters of SGA are not mine.
Thanks to: scap3goat for the quick beta-reading. ^^
Short cut: Surprised, Elizabeth Weir looked up, only to find John’s eyes drifting nervously across the table. His hands where clasped together so tightly that the knuckles shone white. Sweat was forming on John’s forehead and his flushed cheeks.
Dedication: For my wife and my child.
Elizabeth passed the mess hall, not looking up. She was studying the report of Colonel Sheppard’s latest mission, and the further she read the more questions sprung up.
Mentally noting them she walked up to Colonel Sheppard’s office and chimed on the door. Nothing happened.
Strange, Elizabeth thought. They had arranged the meeting because she had asked for it, and so she expected John to be there. Elizabeth chimed again.
Finally the door opened.
Elizabeth caught sight of John Sheppard sitting behind his desk. He seemed to be very concentrated. His hands were clasped and his eyes were fixed on a spot on the desk before him.
Entering, Elizabeth looked out for the object of this concentration; papers, a report maybe. The desk was almost empty. The only thing that looked like reading material was a small stack of papers on the left side of the desk. But that definitely was not the reason of the Colonel’s fixation.
“Hello, John.” The colonel seemed to snap out of a daydream and finally met Elizabeth’s eyes. She frowned. His eyes looked ... strange. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but something was bothering John Sheppard.
He focused on her and drew a deep breath before speaking up with clear emphasis: “Please take a seat.”
Slightly puzzled, Elizabeth nodded, sat down accross the colonel and prepared for the talk.
“So...,” she began and shuffled through the papers, searching for the first strange passage to begin with.
“You know, Elizabeth,” John hoarsely said, “maybe we could delay this to a later meeting.”
Surprised, Elizabeth Weir looked up, only to find John’s eyes drifting nervously across the table. His hands where clasped together so tightly that the knuckles shone white. Sweat was forming on John’s forehead and his flushed cheeks.
Elizabeth was certain: Something was terribly wrong with the colonel! He needed to see the doctor immediately!
“John-“ she began, only to be interrupted by a strangled gasp that escaped the colonel’s lips. Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide with alarm. The papers forgotten she reached over the table, trying to feel his temperature.
With a sudden movement John bolted backwards, avoiding her hand and crying out loudly as if in pain.
She looked at him helplessly.
“God, John”, she whispered. She watched his flushed face. His eyes tightly shut, John tried hard to catch his ragged breath.
“I will call for medical attendance”, she informed him and reached for the comm device.
“No!” His voice was unsteady, but loud enough to startle her.
“No.” He repeated, this time more steady and a little bit softer. “I have no need for a..” He gulped, than looked her straight into the eye. “A doctor.”
She hesitated. He looked better already, she thought. His eyes where now steadily fixed on her and his breath had almost normalized.
“Fine”, she said, nodding slowly. Considering the report on the desk before her she picked it up and meant. “We will continue this tomorrow, ok?”
With this words she turned towards the door. Before opening it she addressed John once more.
“Take some time for yourself, John.”
Smiling she left, letting the door quitly slip into place behind her.
John Sheppard leaned heavily back into his chair.
The small smile playing on his lips grew into a wide grin.
“Satisfied?” The whispered question sounded amused.
John looked down at the man kneeling between his legs, still half-hidden under the desk. Still smiling, John pulled him up into a searing kiss. He still could taste himself on the other man’s lips.
Panting heavily John ended the kiss. He put his forehead against the forehead of his lover and grinning closed his eyes.
“You cannot even begin to understand what you do to me every time you kiss me. Or can you?”
The other man smiled a genuine smile, then slowly stood up and went for the door. Before leaving he turned and gave his soft answer.