Spoilers: None
Theme: Romance and Fwuf
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
A/N: Well, I haven't written much of anything for a while, huh? I apologies for that, but once I thought this one up I just had to write it, lol. Partially inspired by the movie First Daughter but I only took the cake part.
Elizabeth Weir wandered aimlessly throughout the halls of Atlantis, somehow ending up in the mess hall. Figuring that she was already here, she picked up a slice of cake grabbing two forks on her way to one of the balconies. She picked at the baby pink sponge cake little by little as the door slid open revealing a Mr. John Sheppard.
"You have to match the cake with the outfit?" he said humorously, gesturing to her loose, pink pants and her little pink tee.
She turned to face him and pouted "They were out of chocolate." He walked over and picked up the other fork and scooped a bit as she continued. "Besides, you're looking very pink yourself." She said smiling as she pointed to the stain on his shirt.
"Why, you don't like it?"
"Honestly, I like your dress blues best." Elizabeth said smirking and took another bite out of the cake. She was surprised how comfortable they've been around each other considering that this was only the second week of their midnight raids. Then again, maybe they've always been this comfortable with each other and just never realized it until they were alone at the dead of night, nearing dawn talking over a slice of strawberry cake in one of their most treasured areas of Atlantis. But it wasn't like she didn't enjoy it.
…And it wasn't like he didn't either.
When he first accepted this position he hadn't expected to actually find something to live for, to keep safe no matter what. He didn't know what to make of the woman standing next to him, whether to think of her as a friend, a colleague… or something more, perhaps? He really didn't know right where their relationship was but he was enjoying himself too much right now to question such things right now.
She watched him as he held his fork absent mindedly whilst staring out into nothingness wondering what could possibly have such a hold on his attention, seeing that Colonel Sheppard wasn't always such a quiet person. But, how should she know? She's only known the man for two years and he's hardly ever spoken about his life outside of work and Antarctica. There was so much about him she didn't know, so much history that remains locked deep beneath the irises of his green eyes; history that she's willing to uncover. Willing and waiting to…
His tousled hair caught her eye as it moved in the cool summer breeze causing her to smile as she mentally depicted the image of a mini John Sheppard. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his thumb brush dangerously close to her lips, making her tense and unable to move.
"Had a little smudge there." He said simply.
She remained shocked until she began to chuckle. "Thanks."
He smiled back at her as she relaxed as they finished the last bits of the cake. Just then, a cool wind passed them by, frilling his long shirt and her pants for but a moment. "Well, it's certainly getting chilly up here." He stated, smirking mischievously.
She shot him a look. "It's the middle of August, John."
"Just come here." And out of the blue, he wrapped one arm around her waist and slowly drew her closer to him. She began to feel a certain warmth that definitely wasn't from the humid August wind, as they both watched the sun rise up above the horizon. Their relationship (and possible future) wasn't something either wanted to discuss that could very well soil this picture-perfect and immensely soothing position.
Their unspoken silence said it all; that was something, they agreed, that would have to be talked over another little slice of sugar.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Constructive criticism as well as praise is welcome.