Resonance
Author: wanderingsmith
dec 2009
Summary: so this is custom made for comanche_rider's
bday. for those who do not know the lovely lady, this means heavy
hint of slash, crack [the real thing this time, lol, I'm making no
attempt to be true to character and the 'plot' -snort- would fit porn
;)] and then.. some s/w smut. LOL, was tempted to not name the
other 'ship and leave any non f-listers in the dark.. but can't be
bothered. 'tis what it is. you are warned.
Warning: implied slash
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me
for this. As it is thought, so let it be said; you make the toys, I
play with 'em.
AN: 'tis rough, I'm afraid, but...lol, 'tis all yers, lovely lady.
"Radek?" Elizabeth called out into the repair bay.
"Yes?"
She turned, locating the scientist's messy head of hair popping up from
between two banks of Ancient computers.
"Where's your helper?"
"The sergeant? I'm afraid Rodney came by and threw a fit and he
stalked off, muttering that he had better things to do than deal with a
crazy Canadian's jealousy," the Czech shrugged, frowning back
down where he'd just straightened from, "I think they are both
crazy. If you will excuse me."
Shaking her head, Elizabeth elbowed the man standing besides her and
choking on snickers as Dr. Zelenka disappeared amid muttered curses and
the
clanking of some heavy tool on alien metal.
"Stop that, John. What's so funny about Rodney interfering with
repairs?"
John tried to clear his throat as they both turned and walked out,
still
chuckling, "What's funny is the jealous rants I've had to listen to
from him. I've been wondering when he'd finally snap and aim them
at the players."
Frowning quellingly at him, Elizabeth shook her head, "Jooohnn, I hope
you haven't been encouraging him..."
John blinked innocently, "Me??"
Elizabeth smiled wryly, "Where does he come up with
these notions anyway?"
John shrugged, hands in his pockets, "Couldn't guess. Can't see
Radek
going for the blond musclebound type."
The woman at his side snorted, obviously thrown by the image, "You
think the *muscle man's* given him reason to turn green?"
It was John's turn to laugh, "With everything I've heard our ex-SGC
nurses saying about the man? God no."
"Right." Elizabeth groaned softly, "Sometimes I really feel like
I'm running a
soap opera. Let's have Chuck find the poor sergeant before
our illustrious visitors start suspecting we did something to
damage the chief engineer they
kindly lent us."
####
The acoustics of the strange room at the end of the North pier made
the lightest whisper travel as though pitched for an audience.
Even the sound of rough skin sliding over fire-proof cloth sounded
loudly
right to the
doorway.
"Here??" Anywhere else, the word would have been an almost silent
mutter, deep and muffled among heavy, stumbling footsteps.
"It's been *two* bloody weeks." Just as deep, growled and
followed
by a dull thump and the wet sound of lips meeting and separating
without grace or patience.
Another thump, panted breaths and the sudden loud whir of a zipper
being lowered, "I *know* how long you've been gone. But what
about-"
What should have been a quiet hum sounded like a drawn-out moan as
Elizabeth bumped into John's back, suddenly frozen as he'd crossed the
threshold.
"Ooomf! John-"
"Shh."
"..Later." The sound of the very sexy growl from somewhere
at the back of the alcoved room Chuck had tracked their quarry
to made Elizabeth's mouth snap shut. It only took a few seconds
for her eyes to adjust to the
shadows and discern the form moving against a wall, at least 50 feet
away; hearing John swear under his breath at the same moment.
Luckily this theatre space only propagated sound in one direction, and
the two of them were at one of the receiving zones.
"That's-"
"Yeah. Err, Eliz-"
Even at a distance, it was blatantly obvious that the visiting general
and
whoever he had pinned against that wall were fumbling with each other's
clothing while holding a hard kiss. The general's dress jacket
slipped off a shoulder, revealing a large hand sliding roughly into his
white
hair, the attached bare forearm flexing and, in the context of the cool
room, giving
a disconcerting impression of naked passion. And confusing
Elizabeth slightly; she didn't remember Colonel Carter having such
large hands...
John's attempt to tug her back out of the room made Elizabeth start to
turn her head to follow him, but then movement caught her attention and
they
both
watched as the decoration-heavy jacket hit the floor with a series of
clinks. And then the general was rolled, his back hitting the
wall
with a thump that John recognized from when he'd first arrived in the
doorway just in time to hear the voice that went with the very bare,
very
*muscled* back now in their view.
"My. God..."
John nodded at Elizabeth's shocked words, still goggled himself, even
though he'd had a minute more to try to assimilate the
concept.
Short, dark blond hair, pale skin stretched over tensed
muscles and the top of a flight suit hanging down perilously low
at the waist. Numbly grateful that those hips were pressed
into-
well, that the
material wasn't going to drop, John jerked his eyes away as they both
heard a satisfied growl echo down when long tanned fingers came around
that waist to dig into a shoulder-blade.
"Elizabeth, we should-" His muttered entreaty was cut off by a
gasp and another thump and he barely caught himself from turning his
head in automatic curiosity. He hissed instead, a little
disturbed by the wide eyes she was staring with, " 'Lizabeth!"
"*Chrissst*..." That drawn out lisp from deep in the room was too
much; it was too late
for John to wish to have never heard it, but he
grabbed Elizabeth's arm and jerked her firmly out of the room, trying
to escape further damage to his psyche. Facing those two was
going to be hell as it was...
Being dragged backward made Elizabeth stumble and she had to
desperately
swing out an arm to grasp John's bicep, her eyes in the process torn
from their fascination with the sergeant's bared shoulders, as powerful
as the chest he... was.. kissing...... his way down. She hummed
distractedly, "Oh. *My*-"
John got her through the doorway, blocking the definitely beautiful
sight of a man losing himself in the pleasure of a
blowjob. The loss of that distraction made her aware that she was
breathing far too quickly herself, and felt downright weak in
the knees, resting her back on the wall next to the door as
John let her go. He stood in front of her, a thin foot between
them, and she could see his eyes as wide as hers felt; could read equal
reluctant arousal in them as had splashed through
her at the completely unexpected love scene.
"Well," John tried to catch his breath, all too aware of the sounds he
could still hear from the other room and trying hard not to let them
create any images in his mind; immensely grateful that the shadows had
hidden any actual 'action' from his view, "So much for it being a safe
bet that he's not interested in Radek."
That managed to make Elizabeth giggle and he grinned proudly,
straightening to his toes, for a moment
forgetting the uncomfortable situation.
"I don't know, John, seems to me he's already pretty tak-" They
both
twitched at the growl that came through the door, followed by a laugh
with such an obvious overtone of sexy
temptation.. Elizabeth's eyes dropped to half-mast, staring at
her own embodiment of temptation as his whole body jittered.
Another drawn out moan and John shuddered, his
eyes widening as he stared at the woman in front of him, "Elizabeth!...
You-" He could barely get the concept out, let along the words,
gapping as she turned back to him from peeking around the corner,
"You're.. you can't seriously be turned on by-"
The shocked disbelief in John's voice dragged Elizabeth's attention
firmly to him, grinning at the not-quite-prudish twist to his
lips. "Oh come on, John, you're not seriously telling me you
aren't?"
"Hell no! -I mean, *yes*!"
The fumbled response was just a little too rushed to not trigger her
radar
and Elizabeth's grin turned deliberately, teasingly, sultry, reaching a
hand out and wrapping it firmly around the giveaway bulge pushing out
his zipper, "Really?"
She leaned in, lowering her voice, still
listening to the sexy audio track surrounding them, "I'd have thought
that
watching a blowjob being thoroughly enjoyed would be pretty arousing,"
she squeezed gently, "Maybe even just a little sexy to have someone
that powerful at your knees? No?" Though he wasn't
answering, his hips rocked forward into her touch. "Isn't
watching a man get a blowjob your favourite porn scene?"
He winced, whining, "Eliiiizabethhhh." She knew very well what
scenes got to him, they'd watched enough together, "What's *your*
excuse
though. *You* don't particularly like those."
Elizabeth's head tilted, her fingers still busy, "No. But for one
thing," she nodded her head to the doorway, "*That* wasn't faked
enjoyment, which makes a world of
difference." She stepped up close to him, her free hand coming up
to play with the ends of his hair along his neck. "It reminded me
of *you*, as a matter of fact.
And, even in those few seconds, in those few touches... I
could see the very real care behind it. That's no more two
people 'fucking' than," Elizabeth grinned, quickly shifting her
weight to twist them until he landed with his back on the wall, "Than
*this* is."
" 'Lizabeth!"
She grinned at his failed attempt at censure, nipping at the soft skin
at the edge of his T-shirt as she slid both hands to his waist.
John's hands hurriedly covered hers, halting the downward slide of his
pants, trying to hiss warningly, even though his pulse was hopping with
excitement and he could feel the grin splitting his face at this
exhibitionist streak in his lover, "We're in the middle of a corridor,
madam administrator, even more in public view than *they* are."
Elizabeth wriggled her hands, unable to free them and letting her
weight
rest on his chest instead, "What happened to that cocky fellow I used
to
command?"
About to roll his eyes, a sibilant grunt from the room made his spine
twitch, swearing at Ronon's curiosity about Earth culture for the
explanation he actually *had* for the sound of palms slapping on
Ancient walls. Shit! Oh *hell* no! He sooo didn't
want to be here.
Elizabeth had obviously heard just as clearly and suddenly jerked out
of his hold and flipped herself to face the wall, peeking over her
shoulder with the wickedest come hither he'd ever seen in all his days.
"That's it." John didn't need Elizabeth's ass rubbing against his
crotch to convince him that he was done for. Taking a second to
lean
down and nip at the top of her spine, he growled, the distinct scent of
aroused Elizabeth Weir that wafted up at the close range getting
thoroughly rid of his last reservations.
Elizabeth gasped at the arm that suddenly clamped around her waist and
lifted her backward against John's chest, chuckling when he stepped
back
with sweary mutters and quickly took them into the nearest alcove,
flipping her to lay her back against the wall in the shadows. Her
laughter chopped off abruptly when he dropped to his knees and
hurriedly undid her pants, his eyes glaring up at her almost accusingly.
"I can't believe you actually want to do this."
She smiled, gentling momentarily at the familiar touch of his hands
smoothing her belly, "Want to pleasure you?"
He grinned crookedly, eyes clearing a little, "That part I'm fine
with. In a public corridor of Atlantis is a little.. unexpected."
The slow, rhythmic groans from the other room were still there, faded a
little by the alcove, or lowered tones; Elizabeth hardly cared as she
felt John's warm breath on her swollen sex. Could hardly hear at
all as he slid home and closed lips on her clit. She stared at
the dark head of hair, the vulnerable-looking strip of skin at the edge
of his forehead; yes, the power trip was beyond hot. And
*knowing* that she was almost deaf from the blood pounding in her
ears, utterly unable to hear if anyone was coming toward them, sent
urgency flooding through her system.
Gasping at the pleasure slip-sliding along her veins, she slid her
fingers into that messy mop of hair and slowly tightened her grip,
pulling him closer and tighter as the need grew unbelievably
fast.
Crazy response to porn and risk, but who cared when the pleasure
promised to be so powerful.
Shifting to send his eyes upward, John had to admit that power at his
mercy was damned arousing, and, feeling the woman under his lips
bucking and tightening, he stood up quickly, her hands feverishly
interfering with his as he tried to open his zipper.
Growling and leaning over to kiss her hard into distraction, his own
shaky
hands got his erection free and he clumsily shoved at her slacks until
they at least got down to her knees. When he lifted his lips, her
focus on him slowly melted into a quizzical grin,
eyes flicking to her rumpled pants.
He licked at his slightly sore lips, feeling predatory, "Turn."
Watching her pupils widen, he growled again, pressing at one of her
shoulders to get her moving. The gasp as she laid
her palms on the cool wall was almost as enticing as the pale globes of
her
ass, glowing in the shadows. He palmed them
greedily on his way to slotting his hands onto her hips. A quick
shift in the angle of her pelvis and he took a moment to soak in the
sight of so-feminine curves, laid out for his personal pleasure..
The slowing of his thoughts let the disquietingly deep sounds of rising
urgency slip into his awareness and he grunted, shaking his head
slightly and eyes narrowing on the beautiful woman in front of him as
he brought one hand back to grip his cock, stroking a
couple
times on the way to sliding himself between her legs.
A few seconds of shifting together and he slid home with a relieved
groan, rocking his hips hard forward as he held hers still.
Pulling
back as much as he dared, he slid back, shuddering at the oh so wet,
*tight* slide. "God, that feels good! No way I can
comprehend giving this up."
Gasping as he started moving hard and fast, Elizabeth didn't bother to
add her thanks for that, feeling the pounding thrusts hitting right
where she'd been about to drop her fingers to. She braced on her
hands and tilted her hips even harder into him, clenching on the hard
intrusion as the tingling wave appeared, low in her belly.
At the last minute, she managed to bite her lip to keep from crying
out, hearing
the garbled groan behind her as heat flooded deep inside her.
####
There wasn't much in the world that he enjoyed more than these moments
of affectionate nuzzling from his lover. He nibbled at a small
hickey, mostly hidden at the back of the other's jaw, "What had you out
here
kicking the walls, anyway?"
"It was the walls or that puffed up little prick McKay."
Chuckling at the very sleepy, skin-muffled snarl, he leaned back
against the wall,
knees locked to keep them both upright as he tightened his hold on the
unsurprisingly over-worked, and now sated-sleepy, body resting on him,
one hand gripping to his sweat-slick
mid-back, the
other twitching soothingly in his wet hair, holding his face against
his
own shoulder. "What did the good doctor do to get on your
nerves?" Memories of his own run-ins made his tone understandably
sarcastic.
"Umph. Got right in my face accusing me of making time with his
precious Zelenka."
The sergeant had to lift his head, unable to stop a small smirk, when
his resting place started jumping as his lover cracked up with laughter.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"Wish I was. Could do without the kind of images he forced into
my head before I had to walk away or beat the living shit out of
him." Rather than let the annoyance resurface, he ignored the
general's continued guffaws and resettled his hips square to his,
forearms bracketing his head on the wall and nudging his jaw up with
his lips on
his neck, sweat and stubble and not giving a damn about anything to do
with work as he got lost in the missed comfort.
####
The warm, sweaty body resting lightly against her back didn't do
anything to dull sound, though his still-rapid breathing was
distracting. Nonetheless, Elizabeth heard the footsteps coming
toward them even more clearly than the echo of tender mutters.
"Shit!"
John stiffened against her for a second, then leaned to relay into
her ear the city's info, "Colonel Carter."
She whispered back, "We have to stop her!" Reminded of the woman
she'd at first assumed to be in that room, Elizabeth jerked, about to
turn and call out to her.
"No! 'Lizabeth! You're- *We're* half naked here and I don't
really want to have to look the general of Homeworld security
in the eye and explain why I was spying on his tryst..."
Growling unaccustomed swearwords, Elizabeth couldn't decide whether to
be glad the other woman had come from the opposite direction and had
turned into the infamous room -missing *them*-, or be worried about the
possible fallout of the scene about to go down.
She and John hurriedly started sorting themselves into more presentable
states, ears straining to hear a shocked exclamation.
####
The happy sigh purred down the length of the room, riding a surprising
resonance frequency. The softly muttered tease of "Kitten" was
lower-pitched, but still travelled clearly.
"Hey, I've been *alone* these two weeks..." And they knew how he
liked to be touched.
A rough palm slid through still-damp hair and a quietly affectionate
voice replied to the almost-whine, "Wasn't arguing."
Sam's brows rose when she finally spotted them holding each other with
lazy
softness, wrinkled clothes barely-hitched back on hips. The
very image of post-coital bodies. She walked up slowly, listening
to their quiet breathing
and realizing from it's volume that acoustics had to be at play.
No doubt accounting for their not reacting to the sound of her approach.
She saw the quick flex of a muscle at a guess twitching a finger
somewhere sensitive and the resulting grunt of pain before the
half-hearted snarl huffed out, "Did you just call me **kitten**??"
She grinned, anticipating making them jump; and joining the
teasing. Maybe that crooked
jumpsuit would fall back down... "Couldn't wait for me?"
####
Elizabeth and John gapped at each other as they heard the challenge
from where they'd been standing,
inches from the doorway, waiting to see which direction they'd have to
jump to minimize any 'problems'.
As John covered his eyes, groaning under his breath, Elizabeth choked
back a laugh, shaking her head and gently taking her
second-in-command's discouraged arm to lead him away as she snickered,
"Definitely a soap opera."
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