Rainfall
Author: wanderingsmith
July 2008
Summary: a rainy evening
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me
for this.
AN: un betaed
Chapter one
Elizabeth stood with her head tilted up to the starlit heavens, eyes
closed as she let the warm rain run over her. She knew her clothes were
all soaked, but it was so very relaxing somehow; the gentle sting of
the
drizzle massaging the tight skin of her face, slowly loosening the
tension that always held her these days.
The air didn't smell quite the same as it had in Colorado. Or
Washington, for that matter. Sweet and fruity somehow. Odd,
considering there was nothing but ocean anywhere near. Some strange
coincidence in the chemistry of the seaweed maybe.
Her thoughts wandered even more aimlessly as she listened to the patter
of water on the alien material that made up Atlantis. An utterly silent
Atlantis at this time of night. Well, almost silent. The opening of the
door out to the balcony preceded the loosely swaggery clump of heavy
boots. Rain trickled into her mouth as she smiled with undeniable
pleasure. She didn't move otherwise, content to share her enjoyment.
Since her eyes were still closed, John gave himself permission to stare
unabashedly at the drenched red material moulding her small breast
lovingly, the outline of her bra as clear as her tight nipples... He
cleared his throat before speaking; damn, he would never be able to
look at that shirt quite the same way again! "If you like rain so much,
I know several planets you'd love," he joked, thinking of a few too
many missions spent soaked to the skin through the night; freezing.
Still running his eyes over Elizabeth, he thought that she would have
made those nights a great deal more bearable, and *warm*. "Are you sure
you're not cold?"
Elizabeth shook her head, her hair spraying John with horizontal
droplets. He laughed, complaining playfully, "Hey!"
Turning her head and opening her eyes to smirk at him, Elizabeth
pointedly looked at his now equally soaked and chest-moulding T-shirt,
"Are you?" For just a second her eyes slid lovingly over the light
cotton highlighting his muscled thighs; wishing she had an excuse to
make him turn...
John's brows rose and he grinned slowly when he caught her eyes
slipping over his body. Ha! He could get used to Elizabeth
Weir checking him out! Not to mention the way his blood was suddenly
zipping through his veins. "Actually, I'm hot."
Elizabeth saw a smirk start on his lips just before he pulled his
T-shirt over his head. Oh my! Her eyes were snagged by the curls of
short hair starting around flat male nipples and then dusting on down
his militarily flat stomach, arrowing into his body-defining pants- Her
eyes jerked up when she heard him clear his throat again, meeting
laughing eyes and starting to laugh herself, the night hiding her blush
better than it did all his lovely pale skin. "Sorry. I should be
ashamed of myself, I suppose," she was grinning as she said it though.
"Nah," he shook his head, still smirking, "If you were, then I'd have
to apologize too."
Elizabeth glanced down at her may-as-well-be-bare chest and then rolled
her eyes at him, "Just as well the rest of the population of Atlantis
is asleep. Meeting someone on the way to my quarters could be annoying."
John's nostrils flared and he suddenly frowned at the idea of one of
his young soldier's seeing Elizabeth like this. Unfair or not, right to
feel possessive or not, he wanted this vision only for himself. "Yeah,"
he growled, "Annoying."
Elizabeth's head tilted in curiosity at the snarly tone. Was that
jealousy? He seemed to realize he was being obvious at the same time as
she recognized the emotion because he straightened, putting on his
deliberately cheerful grin and fiddling with the shirt in his hands.
"Anyway. Just thought I'd try to get you to go to bed before you fell
asleep standing up out here."
It was the relaxation from the rainfall that made the devilish imp take
control, had to be. She looked him over teasingly and then drawled,
"Well, you're certainly on the right path..."
AN: I didn't mean to
be mean... but its late and I'm exhausted. just was on a chest kick..
so there might be more.. or not;p
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