"UHNHHHH..."
Her moan sent an electric tingle through him. He imagined he could almost feel it vibrate through him. In a conference room, in any setting, her voice gave him a sensual thrill, but nothing like what he heard today.
Elizabeth Weir bucked underneath the body of her lover, John Sheppard, lost in a moment of ecstasy that threatened to catapult the both of them over the edge. Her breath came in gasps and moans, louder and more animalistic with every reiteration.
He watched the play of light against her skin, highlighting areas covered with a slick sheen. Her hair was mussed and tumbled across the pillow, and he longed to run his hands through it, to grasp it and pull her head back in a passionate moment of release. He felt the blood pound harder in his veins with every passing second. He leaned forward, putting himself deeper into the moment as it raced towards explosive conclusion.
Her scream coincided with John's final, violent thrust. He clenched his fists in reaction, panting. The two of them lay in each other's embrace, immobile. Her lover was first to move, kissing her with tenderness and passion. Lost in the sensations she'd just experienced, for a brief moment she did nothing. Then, as her cheek was stroked with a gentle finger, she began to kiss in return, passions banked but not extinguished. "John," she murmured, kissing her lover with more fervor.
He leaned back and contemplated what he learned. His leader and his C.O., locked in a sensual embrace, presented complications to his plans.
Sergeant Bates frowned. This was a wrinkle he halfway expected, but had hoped would not come to pass. Time to contemplate options.
He turned back to the screen and watched as his C.O. and leader started anew.
[A/N: Obviously, this is going somewhere...but they haven't told me where, yet. This one may take a while for updates.]