Elizabeth stirred awake, sighing contentedly as she stretched her body. She could feel the sun shining on her face and realized it must be morning already. Damn, she thought. I don't even remember walking to my room. She sighed, sitting up in bed, groaning softly feeling a dull ache at the back of her head. Man, I must have gotten wasted last night. Hope I didn't say or do anything too embarrassing. She thought, chuckling softly to herself, rubbing her eyes sleepily, not really noticing her surroundings.
Just as she was about to sit up from the bed, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eyes and she stiffened immediately, turning to her side abruptly, cursing softly as she feel dizziness taking over her but she ignored it, and trying to focus on the man in her bed, all the color draining from her face as she realized who it was. Oh my God, what have I done?
The man beside her was lying on his stomach with his face turned away from her. He groaned softly, turning over on his back, confirming Elizabeth's suspicion. It was John. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. She repeated to herself, biting nervously on her lower lip, trying to think of her next move. She looked over at him. He wasn't fully awake yet. Maybe I can just slip out before he sees me…Elizabeth nodded her head slowly, knowing that was the right thing to do. To get the hell outta there. She quickly but carefully slipped out of bed hoping John wouldn't wake up. She wrapped the blanket around her naked body, cursing softly under her breath as she looked around the room for her clothes. They're everywhere! She thought, outraged as she picked up the pieces of her clothes from the floor. She kept glancing back at John, making sure he was still sleeping.
After she had retrieved all her clothes, she stood up straight and looked around the room, not kn owing what he next move should be. She couldn't leave the room wrapped up in a blanket. She turned to look once more at the sun shining through the large window and sighed, defeated. It was well into the morning. She couldn't go around in a blanket on the hallways of Atlantis wrapped up in just a blanket. And what if someone saw her leaving John's room? Oh, the rumours! They could soo get in trouble for this! Yet, she couldn't stay there either, not wanting to risk having John wake up and finding her there, putting her clothes on. So what could she do?
Elizabeth sighed, knowing she didn't have a lot of time to take a decision. So she decided to just risk it and put her clothes back on. It was easier to handle John in an uncomfortable situation than the whole Atlantis population and possibly the IOA once the word got out. She knew they'd find out somehow. Things like this never went unnoticed.
Glancing once more at John, she then reluctantly placed her clothes on the closest chair. Biting nervously on her lower lip once more, she let the blanket fall to the ground, blushing furiously. She knew John was asleep but she still felt vulnerable, being naked like that. She quickly slipped on her underwear and bra. She turned to grab her pants then she froze midway, her body tensing a little as she noticed movement coming from the bed, from the corners of her eyes.
John stirred awake then he groaned softly, sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes then he stretched his body, letting out a loud sigh, feeling completely relaxed and satisfied despite the pain at the back of his head. His head quickly snapped up, noticing a figure standing there, close to the door. His eyes widened in shot at the sight.
"E-Elizabeth?" he whispered softly, unable to keep his eyes from roaming up and down her almost naked body.
Noticing the look in his eyes, Elizabeth blushed furiously then she quickly bent down and grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around her body, covering herself up.
"I-I was just leaving?" she replied, nervously, biting on her lower lip.
"L-Leaving? What are you doing here?"
"Uhm…" she looked down at the ground, fidgeting a little.
John moved to sit up then he froze, realizing he was naked. He looked up at Elizabeth, shock clear on his face. Then wrapped his own blanket around his waist and sat up then took a step closer towards Elizabeth, trying to think of what to say. He surely was not expecting to wake up in this kind of situation.
Elizabeth held up her hand, stopping John. She could see just by watching him that he was trying to think of something to say to make this less awkward. She didn't want to hear it right now. "Don't. I better go. We will just have to talk about this later when we are both...dressed appropriately." She cleared her throat looking away.
John opened his mouth to say something but before he had the change, Elizabeth grabbed her clothes then she turned around, walking quickly out of the room, not caring about being seen anymore. She was the Station Commander. She didn't need to explain herself to anyone. Right?