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Title: Phases
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Fandom: Atlantis
Category: Smut, humor
Pairing: John/Liz
Summary: "You're really, really hot and I want to have sex with you all of the time."
Rating: Adult.
Archive: My site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them. Song’s not mine either.
Author’s notes: The things that my honey demands of me… while I’m at work, no less!
Date: 22/08/05
Copyright to Venom, 2005


He's pretty sure that they're still in the "You're really, really hot and I want to have sex with you all of the time" phase.

It doesn't take a genius to figure that out. The incident in her office the other day is more than enough evidence to convince him that they're still in that 'phase.' It's a good place to be, he thinks, even if the floor in her office is a little hard on the knees - and he did hit his head on the underside of her desk a few times.

Not that John's complaining. Oh no. It's great that, not only do they have sex pretty much every day, but they're very... creative.

He also thinks that it's possible that Elizabeth has made it her own personal mission to have her wicked way with him in every conceivable place in the city - and a few that he had never even considered, which is impressive.

While he wont say no to her often - she's hot, smart and one hell of a woman, who would? - he did draw the line at doing her against or on any surface in McKay's Lab. That would just be weird.

Unfortunately - for him - the fact that he had declared that area of the City off limits had only made it appeal to her all the more. Like Eve and an apple from the forbidden tree, Rodney's lab seemed to call to his adventurous lover.

It wasn't that he wanted to deny her anything, it was just... weird.

Freaking weird, actually.

But, doubly unfortunate - again, for him... did anyone else see a pattern here? - was the fact that he was completely and utterly whipped. Totally under her cute little thumb.

John really wished that he could say it would take her a lot to convince him, but he knew that it really wouldn't. She's pretty much just had to look at him in that way of hers and he would offer to pull his own intestines out through his navel.

She was just that good.

Damn diplomat.

Because of her apparent fascination with Rodney’s lab, he’s been avoiding the whole area. John knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that if she did manage to catch him down there and, er, ‘proposition’ him, he wouldn’t say no – not that he really needs a whole lot of convincing when it comes to getting naked with her.

But, damnit, a man has to draw some lines. Have some ethics. Wear the pants in the relationship. Be a man.


He is so gonna end up doing her over Rodney’s laptop.


It’s been a week since he told her that he wouldn’t go near the Lab and get naked with her and she hasn’t pounced on him yet.

John doesn’t think for a second that he’s safe.

He hasn’t let his guard down, though. He’s been extra vigilant in not being down there alone. Not being in the general vicinity of *there* alone. He figures that she’s less likely to jump his bones if Teyla or Ford are with him.

Okay, so he doesn’t really expect her to tranq him, drag him to the lab, tie him up and take advantage of him but… damn, that’d be hot.


She has the sweetest voice ever. “Yes?”

“I’ve been thinking….”

Uh oh. “Yes?”

“About the Lab thing?”

Double uh oh. “Yes?”

“I understand why you don’t want to do it.”

“I… you do?”

“Of course.”

“And you’re not mad?”

“Nope.” She smiles at him and that’s when John knows for sure that he’s in deep shit. “But I figured we could compromise.”

“Compromise how?” When he was growing up, ‘compromise’ meant his father bent over backwards to make his mother happy. John suspects that it will go much the same way with them, too.

“Well, why about the storage closet next to Rodney’s Lab?”

He scratches his head, thinking it over. It beats the hell out of the actual Lab itself and there’s less chance of anyone catching them. John knows that, despite her adventurous side, Elizabeth does have some measure of decorum. She doesn’t want to get caught with her pants down – literally – any more than he does. Especially since no one knows about them yet.

When they started sleeping together, almost three weeks ago now, he thinks, it was a mutual decision to keep it quiet until they could pass the "You're really, really hot and I want to have sex with you all of the time" phase. After all, it was a lot easier to sneak off together for a ‘meeting’ when people didn’t know that you were going to get naked.

Though Ford does keep asking him why he’s in trouble so much lately. Heh.




The dazzling smile on her face makes the possible humiliation almost worthwhile.



He wont admit it to her, but it’s actually quite hot having her mostly-naked – her pants are around her ankles, shirt up around her chin – and pressed up against the wall, knowing that Rodney and God knows who else is on the other side. He thanks some deity for a moment that the Ancients had the foresight to make their rooms soundproof… though they probably didn’t have this purpose in mind.

John bends a little, pulling a nipple into his mouth. He loves her skin, it’s so smooth and creamy and perfect. His fingertips run lightly up and down her side, tickling the sensitive flesh of her ribcage. They trace the groves between each rib, moving to trace the underside of the breast he’s sucking on.

Elizabeth moans above him, clutching his hair to pull him closer. She’s told him that she loves what his mouth can do, when it’s not being cynical. She’s told him a lot of things about what she likes and dislikes and he loves her just a bit more for her honesty.

His right hand moves down her belly, swirling over the soft swell of flesh there. She’s embarrassed by the ‘bump’, he loves it. Moving past a spot that he normally loves to pay homage too – the more time their down here, the more chance of getting caught there is of them getting caught – and heads straight to the waiting moisture between her thighs.

She’s more than ready for him, but he takes the time to stroke her clit until her breath hitches anyway. John wishes that they did have more time, but he’s not stupid enough to try and tease her until she’s crying from pleasure. Later, he promises himself.

Elizabeth seems to have the same thoughts, because she’s tugging at his shoulder, pulling her up to join their mouths as he slides into her. He loves that first thrust, when she takes him into her body with one stroke. Feeling her surround him in a cocoon of muscle and warmth, he doesn’t think there’s anything quite like it.

Their rhythm is slow and lazy to begin with, like they have all the time in the world. All too soon though, Elizabeth is fluttering around him and he can feel a steady pressure building, their paces quickens accordingly and his lips move to the skin of her neck to suck and bite.

There’s movement outside of the door, but he can’t bring himself to pay attention. Until…

“Holy Cow!”

John groans and hides his face in neck, but he knows that his hair alone would give him away to anyone in the city. Not to mention the fact that the other man is getting one hell of a view of his ass. “Hello McKay.”

“I feel like I just caught my parents having sex.” He can practically hear Rodney shudder. “Though I actually did once. Did I ever tell you about that? Traumatized me for year-“



“Do you think you could give us some privacy?”

“Oh. Oh. Oh! Right. Um, sure. I’ll just, go back out here and you can just go back to… what you were doing.”

The door closes again and John can’t help but laugh. “You think we’ll ever move past the ‘You're really, really hot and I want to have sex with you all of the time’ phase?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” She replies with a chuckle. “But I hope not.”