Title- It Ain't Easy, Being a Saint
Author- Keri
Pairing- Shep/Weir
Rating- M, for language and slight sexual situations
Disclaimer- Not mine. Nuff said.
Sometimes she hated being thought of as a saint.
When she was a child, Elizabeth Weir had been the apple of her parents' eyes. She did no wrong. She never would. Their little Lizzie was perfect. She made straight A's, all her teachers adored her, and she could diffuse any tense situation with a mere look by the time she was five.
Her status of sainthood had carried on even in college. She didn't drink, she didn't party, and she certainly didn't "hook up."
Not to anyone's knowledge, anyway. Elizabeth studied. And she studied. And then she studied some more.
Even after she started dating Simon, she remained innocent and angelic. They had a good realtionship, one which she had remained faithful to. Everyone had expected her to marry him. No one had expected her to traipse off to another galaxy and leave him behind. Sometimes she likedbeing unpredictable. Being a saint all the time was kinda dull.
Here in Atlantis, she is still revered as being graceful and elegant and professional. No, Elizabeth Weir never thought dirty thoughts. She never said words like bitch or fuck. What they didn't know was that she didn't have to think dirty thoughts; she had experienced them, and she could outcuss a Marine if she needed to. All of which she was currently doing.
She wondered what they (her parents, teachers, friends, Simon, expedition members) would think if they could see her now, with John Sheppard's tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth as their lower bodies mimicked the same action of constant thrusting. She wondered what they would say if they could hear her say things like,"Fuck, John!" and "Faster. Harder. Please. Oooh...Right there."
She can instinctively tell you that her parents would die of a heart attack, her teachers would have cows, her friends would say, "There is no way that I heard that come out of her mouth.", Simon would try to clean her mouth out with soap, and her expedition members would look at her with varying degrees of awe and confusion.
She was very good at hiding her darker side from the public, but John brings out the hellion in her. He makes her want to scream with desire. He makes her want nothing more than to screw hard against a wall. But mostly, he makes her uninhibited, wild...free.
So see, it ain't easy, being a saint. And a saint is what she is... in the daylight. At night, she is wanton, a seductress, exotic, satisfied...beautiful.
And if they (her parents, teachers, friends, Simon, expedition members) have a problem with that, they can go fuck themselves.
She, however, has someone to do it for her.
