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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.
Sigh.
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.
“John?”
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.
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Yup.”
The dazzling smile on her face
makes the possible humiliation almost worthwhile.
Almost.
***
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-“
“Rodney!
“Elizabeth?”
“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.”
***
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