Dreams Come True, Chapter 1
Summary: Part of my Conversations Universe. Weir-Sheppard. PG-13 Version.
Spoilers: I think this series went AU after Childhood's End.
Disclaimers: Stargate Atlantis and its characters do not belong to me.
Author's Note: None. Anything I say will give it away. Not sure if changing a few chapters will re-post, but I wanted to change the rating to PG-13 for more general reader access.
Elizabeth surfaces slowly from a deep sleep as morning sunlight filters through the curtains. She feels the warm weight of an arm around her waist and remembers that this morning is different from the others. She smiles and rolls over, careful not to disturb the arm wrapped around her. Her first glimpse of the man sleeping next to her makes her smile widen affectionately.
His black hair is sticking up in more directions than she can count. There's a full shadow of stubble across his cheek and chin, but she can still smell the last traces of his aftershave. Elizabeth likes to watch him sleep. Even with his eyes closed, missing that special glint, his features give off this allusion of mischief.
Elizabeth places a slender hand against his bare chest, causing him to smile in his sleep. The arm around her tightens and he pulls her closer. She is still amazed at how he reacts to her touch.
"John" Elizabeth says. "It's time to get up."
"Mmmmm," John mumbles. The hand at her back moves slowly down to her thigh and then her knee as he pulls her right leg over his left. "Have I told you how much I love your long legs?"
"Yes. Many times," Elizabeth responds throatily. She can't help her own reaction to his touch.
John's deft fingers are now tracing slow circles on her upper thigh, just at the hem of her pajama shorts. Buoyed by the sultry tone of her voice, he bends his knee, moving it between her legs and pulls her even closer to him. He still hasn't opened his eyes.
"John." Elizabeth says again, trying valiantly to remember why they shouldn't be doing this now. "It really is time to get up."
"That's what I'm trying to do. Can't you tell?" John pushes his hips lightly against hers and yes, she can feel what he's trying to do. A small giggle escapes her lips and his eyes finally open.
"Laughter isn't quite the reaction I was going for there."
Elizabeth places a hand against his cheek and kisses him to apologize for laughing. That's a mistake. The man is a damn good kisser and often uses it to his advantage. He uses it now and deepens the kiss.
John moves his hand underneath her pajama top. He runs a finger down her spine, knowing it will cause her to arch back and expose the sensitive spot at the base of her throat. He starts to trail soft kisses down her neck and she groans, her fingers burying into his hair. John breathes in the intoxicating smell of spiced vanilla that is all Elizabeth.
"John, we really don't have time for this." He smiles, because even as she's arguing, she's moving her head to the side to give him better access.
"There's always time for this."
John's kisses start to move down to her collarbone and lower, his intentions clear.
"We're not exactly alone," Elizabeth says as she arches toward him.
"They won't be up for hours."
There's suddenly a noise in the hallway. It's the sound of a door opening, followed by quick footsteps moving toward them.
"You were saying?" Elizabeth asks as she starts to disentangle herself from John. He groans and rolls over onto his stomach.
Elizabeth just has time to sit up and make sure that there's nothing exposed that shouldn't be, when someone walks into the room.
It's a little boy, about four years old with jet black hair and green eyes that are wide with excitement. He scrambles up the foot of the bed, his grin going from ear to ear.
"Mommy! Daddy! It's Christmas!"
TBC...