The shipper in my mind prevailed. This is basically a series of little shippy things. I believe that so many things can be used for ship in Atlantis, this is the first one that came in my head. it's also the reason I've had a craving for Ben & Jerry's for a week. Anyway, I have at least two more, transporters and briefings, but all suggestions, as well as reviews, are welcome.
Disclaimer:I own none of it. Though I would like to own the chocolate ice cream.
Higher Purpose
Chocolate Ice Cream
Doctor Elizabeth Weir was stressed.
She had a mountain of paperwork to do. Her computer had just crashed…again. One team had arrived in 6 hours late. One hadn't reported in yet. Half of the other team that had been off world was lying in the infirmary after having an allergic reaction to something.
Doctor Elizabeth Weir was really stressed.
A stressed woman needed only one thing.
Chocolate.
Kicking her desk once more, Elizabeth got up and left her office. There was half a tub of chocolate ice cream in the freezer in the mess hall. She knew. She'd hidden it personally. Just in case.
The mess hall was empty when she got there, except for one lone scientist. Smiling courteously, she quickly moved towards the freezer. Pushing everything out of the way, she reached deep into the freezer.
It was gone.
Doctor Weir pulled back confused. A little more searching proved it. Someone had taken the chocolate ice cream. Her chocolate ice cream. She stalked back into the mess hall, debating what to do. The scientist looked up, which was, of course, a bad idea.
"Have you seen anyone other that me come in here and take anything out of the freezer?" Her voice was clipped, she needed chocolate.
"Yes."
"Who?" Her voice was now low.
"Major Sheppard."
Elizabeth's eyes glinted, and then she was off. The poor scientist didn't know what he'd done wrong.
Major John Sheppard, on the other hand, was savouring the delights of the chocolate ice cream he had found in the mess hall freezer. The tub was half empty, but he didn't mind. It was still ice cream and he hadn't had any in a long time.
A loud hammering on his door shattered his blissful state.
"Major, open this door!"
He'd wondered whose the ice cream was. Very quickly he hid it down the side of his bed next to his bedside table. Cleaning the spoon with a flick of his tongue, he shoved it his in pocket. John opened the door with a smile.
"Doctor Weir, what are you doing…"
"Where is it?" She looked angry. Pushing past him, she stalked into the room, and then turned to glare at him. Closing the door he faced he with the same fixed smile.
"Where's what?"
"You know what?"
"I'm afraid I don't."
Moving closer, she looked him clearly in the eye. He knew. She knew he knew. Sheppard was poor liar. Unfortunately, she couldn't see the ice cream tub anywhere. Elizabeth was getting desperate. If she didn't get any chocolate soon she may be facing a charge of murder of the highest ranking, and most smug, military staff member on Atlantis.
Something caught her eye. A little smudge at the edge of the Major's mouth. A smudge that could only mean one thing.
Chocolate.
Screw regulations, she needed sugar.
With no warning to John, Elizabeth grabbed him and kissed him. The shock made him gape, which gave her the chance she needed. Elizabeth swiftly pushed her tongue into his mouth seeking out every tiny droplet of the sweet, sugary nectar she needed so badly. This was wrong, and she knew it. But it was fun.
Something new caught her eye. Next to the Major's bed. She'd hit the jackpot.
Releasing him from her rather impromptu kiss, she went straight for the ice cream tub.
John tried to regain his breath, composure and his thoughts. That was highly unexpected. Spinning round, he watched her. She was stood cradling the ice cream tub close to her body.
"Give me the spoon." Elizabeth now had a mischievous grin on her face. She's got a little chocolate, and already she was perking up a little.
"What?" She'd just given him an unbelievably mind blowing kiss and now all she wanted was to eat ice cream.
"Fine." With a smirk, she dipped her finger into the now melting ice cream. A little more seductively then John would have liked she took great care to lick every trace of chocolate ice cream off her finger.
John stormed forward. Ready for a fight, Elizabeth kept the tub close to her body.
Instead, John pulled her in and pushed his lips onto her hers. Elizabeth couldn't quite believe it. He was kissing her. Properly. Not that she cared, as she began to kiss him.
The kiss was passionate and both were breathing heavily when it ended.
"Oops." Elizabeth looked at the pair of them. The tub had tipped and both of them were covered in chocolate ice cream. She groaned, this was her favourite shirt. Pale blue shirts and chocolate ice cream didn't mix.
"We could just put them in the sink in the bathroom to soak." She looked up to find John pulling off his similarly stained shirt. The sight of the Major shirtless caused a blush to rise in Elizabeth's cheeks. Then she remembered, they had just kissed. Twice.
John turned towards the bathroom to fill the sink with water. Suddenly he spun round.
"You know, you…"
He got no further as he found Elizabeth stood holding out her shirt towards him. Doctor Weir was stood in his room, in her bra. And they'd just kissed. Twice. Major Sheppard had to stop himself from gawking.
"Would you mind?" Her voice was soft and silky. John swallowed.
"Sure."
He came back in to find her eating ice cream again.
"They'll be sorted, if a bit soggy in a couple of hours."
"Everyone will be in bed, they won't notice me wandering around with a wet shirt." John moved across to where she was sat on his bed.
"All that, for ice cream. Why?"
"Chocolate, actually. I was stressed, I needed the sugar."
John smirked wickedly.
"I can think of something much better for relieving stress."
Elizabeth smirked wickedly.
"Oh really?"
"Well, we've got some time to kill. And, you've got chocolate on your trousers."
"I guess we'll have to put them to soak."
Putting the tub of ice cream to one side, Elizabeth smiled.
Chocolate ice cream was wonderful.