A candy a
day
Author: wanderingsmith
July 2008
Summary: I want candy! well, who doesn't?? crack!fic'ish
Rating: PG13
Beta: comanche_rider
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me
for this.
AN: for momm2five, for making my day by being the first
to use my review form! I started something totally different that
appeared.. and then this took over! but hey, its fanfic, who am I to
complain its not the one I expected?
Oh yes! and many thanks to fanmagicks for her
inspirational video - Eyecandy! :D
Goto Chapter 2
Chapter one
"How do you survive the stress? I can't imagine having to put up
with Rodney AND the IOA..."
John was only peripherally aware of passing the games room as he read
his report; until he heard the next voice that is.
"Straight flush. Well... regular doses of eye candy help."
He froze, literally in mid-step, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open
as several female laughs and giggles broke out in response to the
words. When the shock wore off, he took a few stealthy steps and
put his back to the wall next to the door; Atlantis' weapons inventory
hanging forgotten from his hand.
"I don't know, isn't that extra distraction? I have nothing, just
a pair." That sounded like one of the scientists.
Teyla's response had an undercurrent of relaxed laughter that she
rarely displayed in front of her team, "Eye candy *can* indeed be very
distracting. It is a good thing that being shot at refocuses the
mind away from leather-clad backsides. 2 pairs." More
giggling, and now John winced and shuddered, wondering how much damage
it was going to do to his psyche if he stayed here.
"Umm, true. Although the zip in the blood *after* danger...
I don't suppose you could arrange some Scottish candy for me in the
next mission.. could you Doctor Weir? Oh, and I'm out."
"Laura!" Another of the scientists he couldn't name. And
some odd plasticky thunky noises which he assumed were made by whatever
was being gambled being shifted to the winner.
"Well *you* can talk, you work with your big brain candy all day!"
"Rodney?" Teyla sounded agog, and John couldn't help but agree.
"Of course not! Radek."
"Hey! Rodney's not so bad. And when he's gagged he's *very*
nice eye candy!"
There was a lot of silence as cards hit the table, and then the
obviously choked back laughs erupted, including one John was very
familiar with. "We're sorry, Katie. Look at it this way: you
don't
have to worry about competition..."
"What do you like about him anyway?" John wholeheartedly agreed
with Cadman on *that* one.
"He can be very sweet."
"Teyla, can I exchange you a Hershey for that lollipop?"
"Certainly, Elizabeth. I do not see the attraction of a candy
that must be lick-" It was a good thing the laughs and snorts
were loud or the women would have heard John's moan of distress at the
mental picture.
Elizabeth's laughter-threaded voice didn't *quite* 'help', "That's the
advantage of some of these new shapes they have, you can just suck on
them at your leisure instead of holding them up and licking."
This time his blushing and shuddering weren't of horror.. although he'd
pay just as dearly in meetings and at night for *these* pictures being
in his mind...
"Think we could get them to do a calendar for us? Lorne in
august.. ummm." The unknown scientist's dreamy voice made John
smirk; he'd have to tease the boy about *that* somehow!
"Carson would just laugh and ask which profile I'd like." He
could almost see Cadman shrugging confidently as she spoke.
"I believe Ronon has seen enough 'calendars' that he would immediately
strip to his trousers... umm, perhaps we *should* ask them." definitely
not the Teyla he knew!
A groan followed by the botanist's sighing voice, "Good God, Rodney
would never let us hear the end of it. 2 cards please."
"I believe Radek would be secretly pleased. And you
Elizabeth? Oh, and, 1 card for me."
John's ears were straining as he waited for the slow-to-come answer,
"..No. John would never do that. He'd be happy to tease,
but he would hate the idea." His eyes closed as his shoulders
dropped in relief; gods what a thought! "I-" John felt the
change in the atmosphere at the interrupted word and straightened, "My
apologies ladies, Katie's and Miko's 'candy' are demanding my
attention."
John had about 2 seconds to make a noisy run for it.. or... stay.
Elizabeth was still smiling cheerfully as she left the room; it was a
pleasant change to spend some time being silly with other women and the
interruption didn't sound like imminent danger. So turning into
the hallway and facing John's amused eyes was a definite shock.
Before she could say something, he put a finger to his lips and nodded
to the poker game getting back in progress.
As she headed away from the room with John at her side, she could feel
a blush burning her cheeks as she replayed her last conversation with
the girls. Oh dear god. Her only reassurance was the fact
that John wasn't wearing an evil grin... had actually seemed... happy?
Once they were well away from the door, she took a fortifying breath
and spoke quietly, staring straight ahead, "Go ahead, say it."
John's smile turned into a grin; trust Elizabeth to face the situation
head-on. "Eye candy?"
Elizabeth glanced at him with a wince, but then tilted her head in
curiosity and decreasing worry as she spotted the blush staining his
cheekbones. And the most definitely pleased expression. It was
easy to forget sometimes, especially when she was preoccupied, that the
smirking flyboy was just a cover. Unlike most Air force pilots
she'd dealt with, John didn't seem to have bought into the rep.
He still carried a little boy, puppyish half-shyness to mellow his
cocky persona. That wouldn't stop him finding a way to tease her
sooner or later.. but it did make her want to be honest with him.
"Yes. Eye candy. Very therapeutic." She kept an eye
on his reaction and was pleased to see the grin widen; she wasn't blind
to the fact that he worried about her. And she wasn't going to
object to having additional doses of eye candy offer themselves up!
"So if you get to call me eye candy.. that means I'm allowed to say
you're hot.. right?"
John bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud as it was Elizabeth's
turn to freeze in mid-step and gawk at him. "What? You mean
I'm *not* allowed? Well *that*'s hardly fair, Dr. Weir!" He
toned his response down to a gentle smile as she continued to stare at
him in shock, finally shaking his head as he stepped closer and pressed
a hand to her lower back to get her moving again, "Wakey wakey
Elizabeth.."
Elizabeth felt his arm tighten around her as she stumbled, then made
herself shake herself out of it. Her voice still squeaked on her
though, "Hot?" The streak of pleasure she felt at the thought
was.. okay, not *that* surprising; but still. Since when did it
matter to her that someone.. *John*, thought she was *hot*?
John raised a brow at her, not quite sure why she was so surprised, he
hadn't hidden that he found her attractive.. had he? "Yes,
hot. I always kind of assumed you knew that."
She just shook her head, looking away from him and turning toward the
new labs the scientists had been exploring.
After a few steps in silence, John cleared his throat, "Yeah and,
thanks for derailing that incipient idea..."
Elizabeth shot him an amused look, recovering from the realization that
*he* probably wanted *her* in a calendar. "It's a shame really;
we could make a fortune. Think about all the new equipment the
Waterkeeper's alliance could buy!"
That actually made him think for a few seconds... but then the very
notion of his picture being stared at by a pack of women.. whom he'd
then have to get to follow his orders! He shuddered, "No
way! Although, I guess if the others want to..." he
shrugged. Teyla was probably right about Ronon. And Lorne
and Carson. "Just warn me so I can come up with something
suitably deflating for McKay. Otherwise I'll probably have to
kill him."
Two days later Elizabeth was impressed with John's
self-restraint. She hadn't heard of any rumours about eye candy
or calendars, and John himself had refrained from making any comments
to her; at all. Which was probably a good thing, because the
latest 'recommendations' from the IOA were making her see red as it
was, any more annoyances and she'd be growling. Which is why she
automatically glared when John walked into her office.
Unfazed, he gave her a teasing grin and dropped into his usual chair,
putting a hand-sized cloth bag on her desk before lounging back.
By then her glare had softened to wry acknowledgement of her temper and
he nodded for her to take the bag. He waited for her to start
opening the drawstrings before speaking with blank idleness, "Wasn't
sure if you'd rather have them; or me." He was half-ready to bolt
out the door if she looked like throwing something at him, but he meant
the words seriously enough. Whatever he could provide to made the
idiocy from the Milky way easier to bear... And seeing her sit
back and give him that flirty, caring smile as she unwrapped a sweet
was just what he'd secretly hoped for!
"You last longer..." she grinned wickedly as he choked, then continued
with a laugh and a lick for her other candy, "Or so I assume..."
AN: so yes, smut
muses have apparently died... RIP Taps
Thanks Kal! yes indeed, Katie. I always forget that.. she must be a
Kate in my mind! lol
Chapter two
Oct 2008
John grinned slowly, "Doctor Weir, are you trying to seduce me?"
The shine in his eyes made her remember his voice calling her 'hot' and
a shiver coursed through her. Elizabeth licked her candy, trying
to distract herself from just how lickable his *lips* looked.
Only realizing how the gesture could be interpreted when she saw his
pupils dilate. Her breath jammed in her throat as a flash
of heat flowed outward from her core, her eyes helplessly locked with
his, peripherally aware that his grin had vanished as his body went
utterly still. The rush of her blood overran the sounds of the
control room, and yet she could hear John breathe as though he were
right besides her.
The sudden sensuality was overwhelming, destroying the veneer of
teasing that they'd hidden behind for so long. Catching each
other physically naked couldn't have done any better a job of forcing
their awareness on each other.
The need for oxygen finally made Elizabeth gasp, the soft sound
half-breaking the spell between them. They both blinked,
bodies jerking; the almost-unity of their movement only emphasizing
just how in tune their thoughts really were.
"I-"
"Elizabeth-"
Another second of staring was broken as Elizabeth suddenly had to bite
back a giggle and John responded by looking down, then aside, anywhere
but at the woman in front of him, as he chuckled, ruefully recognizing
that he'd at least dragged Elizabeth into behaving like 14-year-old
*with* him this time.
"I wasn't."
He looked up at the soft words.
Elizabeth smiled ruefully, "Trust me, flirting I can do; but
seduction? You'd know if I tried because you'd be laughing
yourself silly."
Considering what they'd *just* been doing, John couldn't help himself,
he just *had* to tease. He waggled his brows, grinning, "So you
*were* trying to seduce me!" Watching the great Elizabeth Weir,
teaser of John Sheppard extraordinaire, do a credible fish imitation
in response cracked him up all over again.
When he got himself under control Elizabeth was giving him a dry look,
"Yes, alright, shall we just agree that you're a little too easy to
seduce, John Sheppard?"
About to retort, John started to freeze again as she took another lick
at her lollipop, *just* catching himself before it took.
Whether it was deliberate or not, she *was* seducing the hell out of
him and he was already wondering what excuse he could use to take his
jacket off so he could carry it, hanging in front of him...
Damned thin-materialed pants that let every cat out of its bag.
"I think I'll plead the fifth on that one, boss."
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