Evelyn POV
Tiredly I pulled the last velcro strap across the top of my sneaker. After going back to my room to change out of the patient's scrubs that Beckett gave me, I decided for myself and the rest of the team, I was off duty. As a result, I was dressing myself in civvies. I'd had to pace around my room for a while before I made move to dress, and now I was, I found myself pacing again, and struggling to regain my composure. With the Pegasus nightmare hour currently going on, I was apprehensive about going to the mess to get dinner but I needed to eat and I needed to be there for the conclusion of the powersurge mystery.
I perched on the end of my bed again, sighing and running my hand through my hair. I felt bad that Beckett had to find out John and I were seeing each other for medical reasons, rather than as our close friend. Which he was. And although John had wanted to be open about this relationship, having to out yourself because of a weird Wraith STD was very different to what I imagine he had in mind. The last 48 hours had been a complete shitshow and I found myself wondering which god I'd pissed off enough to trigger this complicated a display of karmic retribution.
Listening to my stomach angrily grumble I contemplated how long it had been since breakfast and just how long it would be until the next. I shook my head, I needed to eat. Exiting my quarters with what had to be a record number of sighs, I made my way to the mess. The hallways were much more crowded than they had been when John had escorted me home, signaling the lockdown must be over.
Entering the mess, I picked up a tray and slid it along the counter, paying little attention to what the culinary staff were loading it with. I glanced around the mess while I waited in line, trying to figure out where to sit. I spied McKay with a tray stacked high, surrounded by Alpha team and Dr Weir. I could not deal with this right now. Looking around desperately, I tried to find somewhere, anywhere, else to sit. I sighed in relief when I spotted Major Lorne sitting and eating with a few of the others I'd gone on away missions with over the past few weeks. Neither Lorne nor the rest of the team would ask me any complicated questions, and I wouldn't have to put up a front either.
"Evelyn," I heard from beside me and almost leapt through the ceiling. Biting back a startled scream, I turned to see Teyla, who looked just as surprised to see me as I did her.
"Teyla," I greeted. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."
"Likewise," she agreed with a nod. "I would have thought you would be resting after the past few days."
"Believe me, I'd like to be," I grumbled. "I fear there is no rest in this galaxy." Teyla chuckled.
"It feels like that sometimes," she told me, taking one hand off her tray and wrapping it around behind me. "Come, the others are already sitting."
Teyla used the hand she'd put behind me to guide me to the group table, leaving no possible chance and avoiding the team. She must have had enough of it the past month and decided to take action. I wanted to pivot on my heels and run at top speed towards Lorne's table, but that might actually prompt a few Qs so I opted to follow Teyla's lead. They might not actually say anything, we might just get through a group debrief and I can make a quick exit under the guise I was tired. And this would work because I am.
"Evelyn," Weir said, being the first to spot me. She also wore a look of surprise. "It's good to see you."
"Ditto," I replied, trying to surreptitiously sit down beside McKay at the head of the table, while Teyla sat between Weir and Ronon. I didn't look at John who was at my other side, instead favouring looking at the food on my tray. He seemed to be also avoiding looking in my direction, embarrassing medicals would do that to you.
"So, Rodney," I all but choked out. "What do you think this was all for?"
"Well I imagine the Genii was probably just going to be a hearty, Wraith snack," he said. "But somehow it managed to find out from her that we'd used the conduits in the floor to power the shields. I imagine neither the Genii or Wraith really understood how the technology here worked which was why they concocted this cockamamie plan."
"If he could disable our shields the Wraith could attack again and destroy us," I concluded and Rodney agreed.
"Well I guess it's a good thing they didn't understand how our technology works," John said.
"You think the Wraith was working alone?" Weir asked and I picked at the food on my plate. I sure hoped so.
"If he told anyone about his plan, I imagine they now know Atlantis is doing just fine," John said. "We gotta find out how he got here. That could tell us a lot about whether or not he was working under someone else's orders. We'll need to closely monitor the long range sensors for incoming ships."
"At least we know there was only one in Atlantis," Ronon said.
"You look disappointed Ronon," Weir commented, looking amused at his slightly sad face.
"Sheppard and O'Neill got all the fun," he shrugged. "Congrats by the way, on taking it out. Things looked pretty bloody back there."
"Not intentionally," I said, looking down at my food. "Gun jammed, had to improvise."
"Either way, letting the Wraith feed on you to get the upper hand was pretty badass," McKay said, trying to cheer me up.
"Ballsy move," Ronon agreed.
"I'm sorry, you what?" Weir asked. I looked up awkwardly from my tray.
"I mean.." I said, scooting back a little in my chair. "That's an oversimplification of what happened. It was going to feed on me regardless, I just opted to stab it in the eye while it was doing that, rather than laying down and letting it happen."
"Nevertheless," Teyla said smoothly. "We should all be very grateful there is one less Wraith out there thanks to Captain O'Neill."
"Agreed," Rodney grinned and lifted his glass.
"That's right," John said, clearing his throat. "Well done, O'Neill, I'm proud of you."
The others gave congratulations and raised their cups. I don't remember who had suggested it, but I refused the offer to stay and hang out since we'd all just had a small win. I didn't really feel much like celebrating so I made my excuses after a while. Having eaten little and mostly picked at my plate, opting to go back to my quarters and lay down for a while seemed like the best option. All the adrenalin had worn off and I was exhausted.
I was almost in the transporter when I heard John call my name. I turned and he jumped in beside me, pressing the button closest to his quarters rather presumptuously. I raised an eyebrow at him and he shook his head.
"You wanna come back to mine?" he asked as the doors closed around us."I noticed you've been a little off since this afternoon. You wanna talk about it?"
The doors to the transporter opened again and I sighed, shaking my head. Stepping out of the small box, I walked alongside John in the corridor, headed to his quarters despite having just indicated the opposite. I didn't want to talk about it, not right now. But I did want to be with him, right now.
"We've done so much talking over the past two days," I said, looking up at him as we walked. "Let's just go to bed."
"Okay," he agreed easily. I could feel his arm ghosting behind me, I know he wanted to have it wrapped around me, I did too, but I still had no idea how to make this public. To make it work if we were public.
Once we'd made it to the door he waved his hand over the lock and let us inside. It was early enough no one would think twice about my entry but I imagine they'd raise eyebrows when I exited tomorrow with the same jeans and hoodie. A tomorrow issue, for sure.
Stepping over the threshold, I didn't linger by the door. I'd been in here enough times not to feel awkward in what was essentially his bedroom. I walked purposefully over to the bed and jumped forward, allowing myself to nosedive into the plush surface.
"Ugh," I groaned when my face made contact with the mattress. John chuckled and wandered around the room for a little while, which I mostly ignored. The mattress shifted under his weight and I propped myself up to look at him. He'd changed into some pyjays already and was holding a neatly folded t-shirt in his hands.
"You planning on sleeping in those sneakers and jeans or what?" he asked, amused smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and let him help me remove my hoodie and t-shirt. His expression changed when I sat before him in just my bra and jeans and I smiled tiredly at him.
"You can look with more than just your eyes, John," I told him and he scoffed, shaking his head a little at me before reaching forward to do just that. He pinched the clasp at the front and it snapped open, cups falling to the side. He slid the straps over my shoulder and tossed the fabric onto his nightstand.
"I thought you just wanted to sleep," he commented, touching everywhere but my breasts. His fingertips trailed my back and waist lightly enough to leave goosebumps and I tried not to shudder as my nipples peaked under his intense stare.
"I do," I agreed. I looked up at him through my lashes. "Help me."
"I can do that," he said softly, leaning forward to connect our lips.
His large hands splayed out across my shoulder blades and his tongue brushed across the roof of my mouth. I let out a soft moan at the tingling sensation and let him push me down onto the mattress. Without breaking apart from me he lifted my knee up to rest on his chest where he then unfastened the velcro of my sneaker. Tossing it off the edge of the bed alongside my sock, he dropped my leg by his hip and moved to repeat his actions with the other side.
Unfastening my jeans, fingers hooked into my waistbands and pulled them down along with my panties. I reached my hand out and tugged his plaid pyjama pants down his hips and he shrugged them down as his lips gently melded with mine. I could kiss him for the rest of the night like this, it was as easy as breathing. My eyes felt heavy, I was exhausted and this was exactly what I needed.
"John," I whispered against his mouth. "Come on, I'm ready," I told him and he moaned.
"Keep it in your pants, O'Neill, haven't you heard about the art of seduction?" he replied, tugging his pants further down to his knees and his shirt over his head.
"How am I supposed to keep it in my pants when you already tossed them on the floor," I teased and he chuckled, moving down to pepper kisses all over my lips, neck and jaw. He sucked the flesh behind my ear in between his teeth to nip lightly at the skin and I moaned.
"How long have you been keeping that spot from me?" he chuckled and I shifted my hips up to rub against his.
"Please," I said softly.
"What is it baby?" he asked, staring down at me as he trailed a finger around my nipples. "What do you want?"
"I just want lazy Sunday afternoon fucking, I want to feel you, in me, slow," I said, my eyes burning into his own. "I'm so tired, I just want you. I need you."
"I got you," he told me, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He used the hand at my thigh to pull my knee up higher and wider, creating a larger gap between my thighs.
His fingertips dipped into my folds and he groaned, finding them already slick. He spread the wetness up to my clit, tracing the sensitive nub gently before wandering down again and pushing inside me. His fingers, as usual, knew exactly what to do and where. I bit my lip, my eyes shut tight.
"I got you," he whispered again as he combined scissoring his fingers with stroking the inside walls of my cunt. I whined softly. "Let me make it alright."
"Fuck me, John," I murmered back and he pulled his hand away, pushing back inside me with his cock instead.
I sighed contently at our connection and lifted my hips to meet his. Slowly he rocked against me, and held me tightly to his chest. My knees sat just under his armpits and my heels dug into his lower back as I squeezed my legs around him. One of his hands cradled my head while the other pressed down hard into the mattress as he propped us up. His mouth alternated between kissing the sensitive part of my neck and dragging tongue and teeth down my collar and breasts.
I could feel the tension slowly build across the night, eventually exploding into an intense white hot heat unlike any that I'd felt so far. I guess slow and seedy really does win the race. Glancing at the clock when I could see again, I looked at the harsh red matchstick numbers. It had been hours and I'd never felt so relaxed.
Slowly dropping my legs to the side I felt John slowly pull out and slide his pants back up his legs. He tugged the shirt he'd originally been trying to put on me over my head and I moaned softly, annoyed I wasn't allowed to go straight to sleep after that. He chuckled softly at me and pulled the blankets up over us. I rolled over so I was no longer on my back but my side, resting my head on his chest and pressing a chaste kiss to the bare skin.
John POV
There was a comfortable weight on my chest, warm breath fanning over my neck and a thigh draped over mine. Dropping in and out of consciousness I was greeted with easy, gentle dreams about everyday things. Being at a football game, sitting on a ferris wheel, sitting by a lake with a beer and a girl. Evelyn. The girl wore her face. Every dream had her, sure Teyla, Rodney and Ronon showed up at the football game but who was sitting beside me on the ferris wheel? Evelyn. Who sat in my lap on the pier overhanging the lake as the sun went down? Evelyn. And honestly? I didn't mind.
However nice things rarely last and I jerked harshly awake at the sound of my door chimes going off. I glared at the alarm clock on my bedside, having been rudely awoken at 6am Atlantis time was not on my To Do List. I sighed and decided I'd better get up and see who was visiting this early before they woke Evelyn up. She rarely slept, even though she'd been trying to do better. Even though she'd been avoiding me, I still knew. I gently shifted her off me and slid out from under the covers.
I picked my shirt up off the floor and pulled it on over my head as I padded towards the door. Glancing back at Evelyn, who was thankfully still undisturbed, I made sure to stand where she would be out of view. I waved the door open and was greeted with the sight of a very serious looking marine I didn't know the name of. I lent on the doorframe with one arm and waited for him to introduce himself, explain why the hell he was outside my door on my day off.
"Sir," they greeted. "Clean up team Delta found a Dart amongst the debris outside the east tower. What should we do?"
I sighed, leaning slightly forward and, taking the hand not currently holding me up against the door jam, pinched my nose. It was too early for this.
"Well, I guess we know how yesterday's Wraith got here and they at least came alone," I replied. "Wake McKay, and have him gather a Science team. Get them to have a look at the dart and see if anyone's inside or if they can tell if there's been any relay between it and it's mothership," I explained. "Tell McKay to get anything he can off that ship and not to wake me again until he's sure it's something that will be useful in figuring out what happened yesterday. Until then, he's in charge of the project."
"Yes sir," the Marine responded and I yawned.
"And that goes for you, too. Don't come back here unless it's an emergency," I told him and he smiled and nodded once at me.
"Yes sir," he agreed, saluting me and turning on his heel, heading back down the corridor.
I waved my hand against the door controls and it slid shut again, locking itself as I turned and walked back towards my bed. It was early and I just wanted five more minutes in beside my girlfriend. Even if she refused to acknowledge that's what she basically was.
I slid back under the covers, shifting Evelyn so she was resting her head back on me again. She stirred slightly with the movement and I leaned down to press my lips to her forehead. She mumbled something in her sleep before ceasing all noise and moevemnet. I dropped my head back down onto the pillow and sighed. A few more mornings like this wouldn't be so bad. She might not want to go public, but last night proved at least that she wanted me.
I had to be patient, she'd come around. It wouldn't be long until I could have her convinced. She'd come around, we'd go to Weir and she'd be okay with this. She'd give us her stamp of approval and we wouldn't need to sneak around anymore.
Rodney POV
"Sheppard said what?" I snapped, rubbing my eyes tiredly under the scrutinising gaze of the marine in front of me. "That'd be just like him," I grumbled. "First time he puts me in charge since the Doranda system and it's because he doesn't want to get out of bed this early on a Saturday."
"I don't like it either, sir," the marine commented and I snapped my head back to him with a glare. Oh, so now I was getting cheek? I should send him to go wake O'Neill, see how he likes being made fun of this early in the morning. If she didn't eat him alive first. Nothing on God's green Earth could get that woman to go to sleep but once she was, pray for whoever woke her back up.
"Colonel Sheppard said there might be others inside, and it might be able to explain what happened yesterday," the marine told me and I sighed. I did want to know why the Wraith tricked a Genii into helping him break into Atlantis and sabotage a random section of the corridor.
"Give me five," I sighed. "I'll meet you out there with my team."
Evelyn POV
I shifted slightly, for some reason I hadn't slept on my face last night and my shoulder was slightly stiff as a result. I also had something living and breathing tucked under my left arm and thigh. Fingertips walked my hip up to my waist and I moaned softly, not entirely convinced I wanted to be awake right now. Not yet. A different hand splayed out across my shoulder blades and gentle breath tickled the top of my head as it shifted the loose strands of hair. I blinked away the sleep and looked up at John who looked about as half asleep as I did.
"Morning," I said, voice croaking slightly.
"Hey beautiful," he replied softly. "You sleep good?"
"I slept," I murmured, surprised I'd gotten as many hours as I did.
He chuckled lightly, sound barely escaping his dry from sleep lips. I shifted so I was laying on his chest again, shutting my eyes and breathing out a gentle, content sigh. This was new, Sure I'd slept with John before, slept in his bed even, part of that time with him. But I'd never slept over before. Not even that one night stand from years ago.
"You sleep good?" I said eventually, realising I was being rude not returning the conversation.
"Yeah, until a marine came to the door and woke me up," he told me and I hummed.
"What'd they want?" I asked. His hand that had been moving over my hip slid up to my hair and ran it's fingers through the strands.
"Apparently, one of the clean up teams dealing with the fallout from the storm found a dart," he told me. "We think that's how the Wraith got in."
"If they were in a Dart, shouldn't that mean there's a ship nearby?" I asked.
"The long range sensors would have picked something up," he replied. "So either they're hiding just out of range, or he's working alone."
"That's good news," I said, snuggling in closer. I was comfortable here, while I liked talking with John, I wanted to do nothing more than get some more sleep. And I had no idea where this desire had come from. Tiredly, I looked back up at him.
"It's still early," he told me, glancing at the alarm on the nightstand. "You wanna get more sleep?"
"One thing first," I told him and he looked amused.
"What?" he asked and I pushed myself up off his chest, crawling slightly further up to place my lips on his. I kissed him deeply and he returned it, albeit a little surprised. I moved so I was sitting in his lap rather than laying on him, a thigh either side of his.
"Hey," he said, pulling back. "You said one thing, is this a kiss or something else?"
"Maybe I want you to help me sleep again," I told him and he chuckled. "I want you."
"You really are something else, you know that?" he grinned cheekily up at me, shaking his head slightly.
"I like you, stupid," I reassured. "Of course I always wanna fuck, it's one of my favourite activities. It's all the more special to get to do it with you."
"Oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "Well I'm glad I can help out."
"Shut up," I said, shaking my head and leaning down to kiss him again. Shifting under me, he pushed his hips up and slid his pants down his thighs. He dropped back down again and lazily drew circles with his thumbs on the inside of my thighs.
Kissing him gently, slowly and deeply, I let the minutes tick by like we had last night. While there was nothing more errotic than the first, frantic time we'd slept together out here, but I loved the slow and lazy fucking we'd been doing.
A hand slid further up my thigh and parted my folds with it's thumb. He drew rhythmic circles around my clit, pushing around residual wetness from last night. I could feel my arousal growing as he played with my tingling bundle of nerves and kept kissing me the way he knew I liked. I reached forward to play with his semi and he moaned into my mouth.
Having him stand at full attention I pulled back and off him, scooting forward again before I moved my hips slowly down. He pushed into me and I let out a guttural moan. Thankfully he caught most of the sound with his mouth so his neighbors wouldn't be disturbed but that didn't stop him from looking smug. I gripped his t-shirt and he buried his head in the crook of my neck, kissing and nipping at the tender skin.
"Fuck," he spat, holding on to my hips firmly. "There's my good girl, I'm already so close."
"John," I whined, pretty close myself. "Please."
"Please what?" he breathed, dragging his lips across my jaw. "You need me, baby?"
"God, I'm almost there," I told him and threw my head back. His teeth scraped along my throat and I shuddered. I felt the knot tightly pulling in my abdomen, my whole body felt like it was on fire and I was close, so close.
"I got you, beautiful," he said and brought his thumb back to my clit. I jerked forward and came with a string of whispered curses in his ear. I clenched hard around him and he let out a strained groan. A few sloppy thrusts later and he was spurting ropes into me again. Pulling me in for a searing kiss, he rolled us onto our sides and held me close as we came down from our highs.
I could already feel myself dropping off, closing my heavy lids and resting against the pillow with my legs still firmly wrapped around him. His hand came up to tuck some hair behind my ear and lips connected with my forehead.
John POV
It was after ten the next time I woke up. I had a hand behind my head and an arm around Evelyn's back as she propped herself up above me on her stump. Her fingers gently raced patterns on my chest through my t-shirt. She glanced up at me through her lashes, thoughtful look on her face.
"How long do you actually think Beckett will be able to keep us to himself?" she asked. Ah, there it was.
"He takes his doctoring pretty seriously, if he really does treat it like doctor/patient confidentiality we shouldn't have a problem," I said, thinking out loud. "But, he is also a bit of a gossip, he gets excited about these things so there is the possibility of him accidentally letting something slip."
"I thought the same thing," she sighed. The patterns she'd been drawing on my chest switched over to smaller, faster circles as thoughts swirled around inside her head. "He didn't seem to think the two of us together was a problem… Or at least he never said as much..."
"What's going on in that head of yours?" I asked and she let out a sigh before ducking her head down away from my gaze. I picked the hand I had resting on her back and brushed some hair away from her face. She leaned into my hand and shot me a distressed look. Whatever it was she was thinking about, it was clear it'd gotten her pretty wound up.
"We keep having this same conversation, do we or don't we. Do you want me? Do we do this? Do we tell everyone?" she started. "And back at the start of this I was content to just let you be my team member that I kinda thought was attractive. And then we slept together and then we decided we wanted to do things long term. And this whole time everyone else knew!"
"I guess we were too busy giving each other longing stares to be subtle," I shrugged and she sighed.
"I'm not saying I'm ready but," she pushed herself onto her knees, sitting upright in front of me. She swept some of her flyaway bedhead hairs off her face and neck. "If everyone important already knows how we feel about each other, and hasn't outwardly expressed any objections to it, maybe coming clean about this won't be so bad."
"Well, you did say, Weir has already made some comments about us," I pointed out, sitting up against the pillows. "And Beckett and Cadman had that bet."
"That we know at least Teyla and Rodney also had money on," she interjected irritatedly and I chuckled.
"That aside, out here in Atlantis, it's different," I told her again. "We're completely on our own out here, we have occasional dial ins with Stargate Command but really, it's just us. And we already know everyone else approves."
"And if that changes?" she asked, raising a brow.
"Then we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," I said, reaching out to cup her cheek again. "You're trying to get ahead of everything, Evelyn, you can't predict the future so stop worrying about it. You have to make a choice, a move before you let your whole life pass you by because you were busy making contingency plans."
"I just…" she sighed again. "I know what it's like when something completely unpredictable blows everything out of the water, and I want to be ready for it."
"I know you do," I soothed, thinking back to when she'd told me about her little brother. And if we're being honest, most missions out here had something strange and unpredictable happen blowing all plans we had right out of the water. "And sometimes, thinking about the bigger picture and about consequences is a good thing. But not if it's causing you this much stress."
"Yes dad," she sighed and slumped back down again, face directly in the pillow behind me.
"Speaking of things your father would say," I said, glancing at the clock. "It's probably about time to get up."
"Ugh," she groaned into the pillow beside me.
I chuckled and then shuffled out from under her, getting up to walk towards the bathroom. I glanced over my shoulder as I stood in the doorway and saw her eventually decide to roll over and climb out after me. I had the shower up and running before I saw her step into the bathroom. I admired her as she grumpily pulled my t-shirt up over her head and put it down beside my discarded pyjamas. She turned towards the shower, yanked the door open and stepped into the spray.
She tugged me down towards her and connected our lips, kissing me roughly under the assaulting water jets. Moments later she was jumping up to wrap her legs around my waist and knotting her fingers into my soaking wet hair.
"You know, all the time we save showering at the same time, we lose if you're gonna pull stunts like this," I teased and she rolled her eyes at me.
"Just shut up and fuck me."