Title: Doesn't have one

Rating: Hard R, NC-17

Pairing: Sheppard/Weir

Beta: None

Disclaimer: Only if this is your first foray into ficdom

Summary: Who's REALLY in control?

Notes: I know its bad, that's the point. Plotless, complete sex. Thanks be

to Lani.


Episode Tag for "Hot Zone"
"That can never happen again." Elizabeth's voice was hard.

"Look, I'm sorry about…"

"I understand your expertise in military matters and I agree that I should defer to that expertise in such situations." When John went to interrupt her, she continued forcefully, "but, you are not the one who decides what is and what is not a military situation."

John Sheppard stared at Elizabeth Weir. She was furious with him and even if she was right, he'd be damned before he'd admit it. Without warning, the duo was interrupted by Doctors McKay and Zelenka.

Once the hyper scientists had left, John turned to Elizabeth.

"I'm going to bed now," he told her.

He saw the look that flashed across her eyes as she stuttered, "Wait, just a second, Major…" A feral smile crept across his lips and he stepped toward her. She blinked at the sudden change in his demeanor.

As he walked toward her, the glass walls of her office became smoky and opaque. She looked between the walls and the predatory Major that was still stalking her, circling toward her, still behind the desk.

"John, did you do that?" She asked. He nodded. "Why?"

"So, I can do this." He grabbed her by the shoulders and physically lifted her out of the chair. He loved it when she became all alpha female on him. It made his desire for her come to the front of his mind. This time, he was determined to make her understand that while she was in charge of the expedition as a whole, he would be in charge of her.

He ravaged her mouth with his, using his teeth to bite at her lips before allowing his tongue to plunge deep. Her moan and reciprocating actions caused a surge of pure male satisfaction to course through him.

He pressed her against the desk, marveling that it was the perfect height for her hips to rest on while he undid her uniform slacks. He was mindful of her fingers working the zipper on his own pants before both of them were left naked from the waist down.

He thrust into her and she threw her head back, crying out with the force of his actions. Her hips pumped against him, her pelvis hitting him in just the right spot to make her orgasm peak almost immediately.

"John," she panted. "This. Is. Not…" her breath became more ragged as his motions became more and more urgent. "A. Military…" she gasped against his neck, still concentrating more on her climax than the words she were trying to get out, "SITUATION!" She practically screamed the final word as John spilled into her, causing her own spectacular release.

It took a moment, but they separated slowly, both still panting. She bent down and retrieved her slacks and pulled them back over her hips.

Elizabeth stared at John in shock. She couldn't believe that she'd allowed the entire conversation to degenerate so quickly. She wouldn't be able to deny her attraction any longer and knew, without a doubt, that John Sheppard was in control.

She sat back down in her chair and as John walked to the door, the walls of the office

cleared once more. She looked out on Peter Grodin, who was still talking to McKay.

Neither one of them had noticed anything amiss.

"I'm going to bed now, Elizabeth," John said softly. "I trust we've reached an understanding?"

She nodded and he left the room.

END