Author: Cyclone
Rating: T
Summary: Elizabeth Weir knows all about anticipation.
Notes: A retaliatory challenge to the word 'anticipation', as thrown down by Admiral Lily.
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Elizabeth Weir knew all about anticipation. Five months of drifting off to sleep and waking up beside a naked and affectionate John Sheppard had made her an expert. But she'd reached the conclusion that too much of a good thing could be a bad thing. Because right now she was tired of playing – she wanted to get down to business.
"You like that, Elizabeth?" John asked, gauging her mood and knowing full well that she not only liked it, but that she'd physically hurt him if he even thought about stopping.
She started to respond with a terse, "You know I do," but only got as far as, "You know I –" when he flicked his tongue in her ear and she was reduced to expelling something that sounded like a cross between a moan and a gasp.
"You want more?"
"Uh huh," Elizabeth nodded with a glazed look in her eyes.
He lazily traced his fingers along her jaw line, noting in satisfaction the excited flush that coloured her cheeks, spread down her neck and stained her chest. "How bad do you want it?" he whispered into her ear as his lips nuzzled her neck.
"Stop . . . fooling . . . around," she managed to gasp.
He chuckled softly, because he wasn't done yet. "I asked you a question, Elizabeth."
"John. If you don't give me –" the threat died on her lips as he caught her skin between his teeth and tugged.
"Answer me."
"You know how much," she said from between gritted teeth.
"Close your eyes," he ordered.
She obeyed and he gave her neck one last lick as a reward.
"John?"
"Yes?"
"Now," she ordered.
John plucked another strawberry from the bowl balanced on his chest and ran it lightly across her lips. "No, I don't think so," he mused as an idea formed in his mind.
She opened her eyes in protest but then licked her lips greedily as he handed her the strawberry and proceeded to pour some chocolate sauce into his navel. Yes, Elizabeth Weir knew all about anticipation. And as he fixated on her tongue and waited for her to dip the strawberry into the sauce, John Sheppard suddenly got it too.
End.