As soon as her doors closed, his lips were on top of hers, one hand in her hair, the other attached to her hip as he pushed her up to the wall. Her hands were on his chest, half-heartedly trying to push him away as his lips started to make their way to her jaw and throat.
"John...John...we can't...oh God...we shouldn't..." Elizabeth complained breathlessly as he nipped at her neck. She could feel his hands already up her shirt, touching her bare stomach coaxing a slight whimper from her, which in turn coaxed a smug smile from John.
"I'm done waiting..." He mumbled into her neck as he quickly ripped her blouse open without a single button flying of anywhere, something Elizabeth was sure to thank him for later. And with that coherent thought, the first Elizabeth had had in the last 30 seconds, she gave John a shove backwards and her hand flew to her neck where John's lips had just been. He closed his eyes and groaned as he realised where this was going and wandered over to her bed before sitting, well more like collapsing, on to it.
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, not caring that her bra was on show. "John, you know this is not a good idea and it won't go anywhere. So, we shouldn't screw up the great friendship we have, you know." She could feel her lips were already swollen from his kisses and longed for him to touch her again, but she stood her ground.
He bowed his head in resignation and folded his hands. "I think we already screwed that up when we screwed each other the first time."
"John-" she sighed.
"No Elizabeth!" He stood and began to make his way to her. "I've come to the realisation you tend to do a lot of talking about us, this non-existent relationship we have, and the sex we shouldn't be having either..." He was mere inches away from her now and, for the first time in their 'non-existent relationship', she didn't interrupt or contradict him.
"...but there is an us, our relationship does exist and as for the sex we shouldn't be having...well...everyone should have sex." Elizabeth raised an unamused eyebrow and opened her mouth to speak before he placed her hand over her lips to silence her.
"But it isn't just sex to me, it's more than that." His eyes softened and he removed his hand. "The fact of the matter is, is that I love you Eliz-" And now it was Elizabeth's turn to shut John up as her lips assaulted his own and coaxed them open. Tongues connecting and dancing in a way they hadn't before because there hadn't been that...love.
And before either of them knew it, clothes had started to shed as John lay her down on the bed. One of his hands braced him against the bed; the other stroked up her leg, as Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled into their passionate kiss. He finally pulled back, and his eyes questioned her grin, to which she shyly shook her head and merely replied "I love you John."
He grinned back at her "I love you too, Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth?"
"Elizabeth?"
"ELIZABETH!"
Elizabeth sat up suddenly from her bed, brought out of her sweet dreams by the constant noise. Hot, extremely sweaty and very confused, she gazed round the room for the evil that had destroyed her sleep and found it in the form of the ear piece lying on her table. She grabbed it and shoved it in her ear. This better be good, she thought sourly.
"What?" She croaked from her early wake up call. She coughed. "I mean...Weir?"
"Elizabeth! Thank the Lord, I thought you weren't going to answer." Elizabeth heard Rodney's rushed reply.
She smiled sourly. "Like I could ignore you, Rodney." The guy who invented comm. devices should be shot. "How can I help you?"
"Oh well, I'm working on some devices and there's some stuff I would like you to translate."
Elizabeth perked up slightly. Translating v. Paperwork, no contest there. "Sure , let me grab some breakfast and I'll get right on it."
Elizabeth didn't miss the groan on the other side of the line. "But the mess hall doesn't open for another three hours, grab some breakfast afterwards."
Elizabeth frowned. "Rodney, what are you-" She looked over at one of her walls to see the clock. Three in the morning, son of a bitch!
"Rodney..." Elizabeth growled. "Have you seen the time?" You stupid miserable fu-
"Aaah, well, you see...these devices...très important and I need-"
"Goodnight, Rodney!" She took the device out of ear and rested it on the table before resting her head back on the pillow, hoping to get back to whatever dream she was having.
What was she dreaming about again? Ah yes, sexual encounters, Elizabeth's favourite kind of dream, but who was that guy?
She draped an arm over her head, before her eyes nearly popped out her head and rolled on to the floor.
Holy mother of God!!!
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