I was supposed to be getting ready for Christmas and studying some maths, but Elizabeth, my muse, insisted I finish this scene off.
Because I wanted to post it for Christmas, it hasn't been beta'ed so I hope there aren't a lot of mistakes.
Thanks for all the reviews. Do keep them coming, they keep me motivated!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. This is the first time I've written a scene of this type. I want to thank particularly the fine ladies of the Sheppard Thunk thread on Gateworld for their inspiration; particularly whoever coined the phrase "intergalactic bed head". Thanks to Melyanna - it's her fault and the other Weir/Sheppard shippers I know for writing great fic that inspires me and for listening to me witter…
Merry Christmas!
Astroxx
Rated PG for language.
I don't own these people, if I did, John Sheppard would be in my storage closet.
A Bad Case of Intergalactic Bed-HeadElizabeth couldn't find the damn control panel that would let her get into her room. Where the hell was it? For the hundredth time she cursed the lack of lighting in the hallway, however, it was extremely late, she didn't want to raise the lights just to find it and disturb the other occupants of the corridor.
It didn't help that she was having trouble keeping her eyes focused or that her arms and legs were not quite doing as she would have wished them to. She also found her mind kept wandering off and she'd suddenly find herself staring at the floor. Gathering her thoughts, again, she looked up and ran her hands along the sides of the door. "Bugger" she swore.
She froze as she heard a low chuckle behind her. She straightened and turned round. Major Sheppard was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, smirking at her. She scowled. How long had he been standing there smirking?
Damn him and his smirking. In fact, she wished he would just keep his smirking to himself. And his eyes, which were currently twinkling at her, in a way that should be definitely outlawed. In fact, she'd pass a rule tomorrow, that Major John Sheppard was to desist smirking and twinkling forthwith. And his hair. That hair was far too distracting. She'd bet her last buck he spent hours in front of the mirror trying to get it to stick out like that. The man had a bad case of intergalactic bed-head. The hair had to be sorted. And he had to shave more. That day-old bristle couldn't possibly comply with Air Force Regulations and all it did was emphasize those so-soft lips. Those lips that were now smirking at her. Curse him!
She hated him. What was he doing here, outside her quarters anyway?
"Major?" She pulled herself straight. Well as straight as she could manage, given that she wasn't quite in control of her body. Perhaps he was lost. "Are you lost?"
He continued smirking and shook his head.
Then to her complete shock, he started to sing.
"Fly me to the moon" he crooned, his voice surprisingly low and husky, and well, sexy. Her knees suddenly felt a bit on the weak side. To hide that fact, she steadied herself against the wall. He wasn't going to put her off her stride that easily. She arched an eyebrow and marshaled her face into her "I am so going to fry your butt," expression.
It didn't work. "Let me sing amongst the stars" he continued, raising his eyebrows and opening his eyes, giving him a curious look of hopeful innocence.
Elizabeth refused to soften, she'd seen that look too many times before, but a small feeling of panic started to flutter in her stomach, mixed with another feeling she tried to suppress.
"Well, yes Major" she injected as much ice as she could into the words considering her lower abdomen was trying to melt "you have an excellent singing voice. Is that what you wanted to tell me?"
"Let me see what spring is like," why, she swallowed hard, he was… looking her up and down, in a way that made her feel... She wasn't going to go there dammit! She sank back against the wall, her hands scrabbling trying desperately to find that elusive door control.
"Major?" she squeaked.
"On Jupiter and Mars" She couldn't ignore the rush of heat that suffused her whole body. She lifted her hair off the back of her neck with her hand, the movement accidentally thrusting her breasts forward and arching her back from the wall.
He must have liked what he had seen, because he grinned suddenly. He advanced forward, "In other words" he sang. Oh by god, she knew what was coming. She was doomed. There was no escape.
"Hold my hand" he took the hand that had been wrapped round her neck, looking deep into her eyes with his "you can have me if you want" expression, his pupils dark and dilated. Elizabeth couldn't help but be mesmerized, even though she knew that the man was a complete flirt-god and she should know better.
He was inches from her. She could feel his heat along her skin, and he smelt, of Sheppard, just edible. She moaned, as he softly kissed the palm of her hand, his lips incredibly soft.
"In other words," he suddenly jerked her forward and she fell against his body, solid and firm. If she'd been melting before, she was now just a puddle. "Baby kiss me" he dipped his head towards her mouth, she closed her eyes, she could feel his breath against her lips and…
The evil bastard just hovered there.
Elizabeth was beyond thinking reasonably. She finished it for him, grabbing the back of his neck with her free hand and kissing him. He released the hand he'd been holding and pulled her into him, his hand finding itself suddenly underneath her shirt.
She gasped into his mouth as his thumb slowly and lazily stroked her overheated skin, raising goosebumps and a thousand thrills along her nerve endings.
God he was an excellent kisser, his lips were full and soft with just the right amount of teasing and pressure on her lips so that they parted to allow him to.. oh god he tasted good. Elizabeth contented herself with running her hands through his hair, which if she had been being honest with herself, she'd been dying to do for ages. Bed-head. She'd give him a case of bed-head the city would be talking about for months.
They thudded against the wall, their kissing suddenly becoming more heated. Sheppard's body was pressed her into the wall, his hands roaming in areas where they shouldn't be, and his leg had somehow inserted itself between hers. She found herself pulling the shirt out from his pants, and toying with his belt buckle.
Elizabeth suddenly realized that the little grunts of pleasure she could hear were coming from him, she must have been doing something right, she thought in a rare second of coherent thought. She tugged at his hair, as he moved his mouth to that area just under her right ear and nuzzled into her neck, his hand trying to undo her bra. She was eagerly kissing the area under his ear and trying to hook her right leg around his leg when she suddenly lost her balance slightly.
Her hand shot out and by pure chance found the release for the door control mechanism.
The door to her quarters opened.
