Title: Cravings
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Fandom: Atlantis
Category: Humor
Pairing: Shep/Weir
Rating:
Teens and up.
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.
Author’s notes: For
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frankscafe. Who wanted ShWeir goodness.
Date: 16/04/06
Copyright © to Venom, 2006
***
“No, you can't
have a gun.”
Puppy Dog Face number 3 doesn’t work on her. He’s already tried 1 and 2 and had about
the same success rate with those. “Elizabeth…”
“John, no.”
Her eyes are stern
and John doesn’t think that she could sound any more like his mother if she tried. “You don’t even know
what I want it for.” He wasn’t pouting.
Really, he wasn’t.
“I imagine that it involves
Rodney, no?”
“No! Of course not!” She cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrow. Damn, she
looked hot doing that. “Okay, maybe it does. But I have a very good reason.”
“Which is?”
“I
can’t tell you.”
“And you can’t have a gun.”
“But Liiiiiiiiiz!”
“Don’t
you ‘but Liz’ me.”
John moved behind her, his chest brushing against her back. Her hair, which she
had only recently begun to grow out, tickled his nose. His hands moved to her hips, holding them in his palms. He can feel
her hipbones against the tips of his fingers. His thumbs pulled the material of her shirt from her pans, and he slid his hands
underneath the material to rest on her stomach, before sliding up to her ribcage.
“John….”
“Yes,
Elizabeth?”
“We agreed not to do this during work hours.”
“Do what?” His voice
projects innocence but his thumbs have brushed the underside of her breasts so he doesn’t really pull it off well.
“This.”
His
lips have found that soft spot behind her neck now, caressing gently. “I’m not doing anything.”
“John…”
It’s more of a breathy moan than a warning, but he gets the idea.
“Please?” He nudges her hairline
with his tongue, and knows that in about three seconds of that she’ll agree to whatever he wants.
“No.”
“Pretty
Please?”
“No.”
OK, maybe she wont.
“What do you want it for anyway?”
“To
kill Rodney.”
“You sound so blaze about it.”
“He deserves it.”
“Why?”
“If
I tell you, it will spoil your surprise.”
“Rodney ruined something for me?”
“Yup.”
He’s abandoned her hairline now, it’s clearly a lost cause, but his hands remain on her stomach, drawing the warmth
from her.
“So what was it?”
“Hmmm?”
“My surprise, what was it?”
When
she asks him in that slightly husky bedroom voice, he knows that A – He is in serious trouble and B – he has no
chance in hell of keeping his mouth shut. “An Easter Egg.”
“Really?”
“Yep. It’s
Easter in a few days, on Earth time anyway, so I was trying to make you an egg.”
“You have chocolate?”
John
has the distinct impression that she might just give him a gun if it means getting her hands on some chocolate. He’s
been her lover for eleven months now and knows that, for one week a month, all she wants is chocolate and she is willing to
kill to get it.
“I made some with a few ingredients that Teyla gave me. I don’t know if it will taste like
the real thing especially since Rodney burnt it, but I wanted to make you an egg.”
She turns in his arms then,
a brilliant smile on her face. “You’re so sweet.” And she kisses him one, gently, to show her gratitude.
“Thank
you.”
“Now give me the chocolate.”
Oh yeah.
He’d forgotten it was
that
week.
“Rodney ruined it.”
“Then come with me.”
She’s halfway out of the
room before he has a chance to act. “Where are we going?”
“To get a gun!”
***
