Title: Unwarranted Addiction
Fandom:
Stargate Atlantis
Category/Rating: Romance, Angst, Introspective,
R
Spoilers: 1x17 Letters From Pegasus
Summary: You
just can't get enough. (John/Elizabeth)
A/N: This one was my
first Atlantis piece.
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It's a rarely disputed fact among the Atlantean men-- and the women who swing that way-- that Elizabeth Weir is a challenge, the kind of woman no man-- nobody-- can ever get enough of. God knows I can't. I want her more each time I see her, and it's getting increasingly difficult to concentrate when she's in the room. Which, in my position, happens to be a large chunk of the time.
Impossible lust. She is my commanding officer, the one woman that the damn rules say I cannot fraternize with, in that sense of the word. Fucking her is out of the question, making love to her even more so; that doesn't stop how I feel around her and about her when she's not here.
Too many dreams. Those, I definitely can't control, and it bothers me. Dreams of having her under me, pressing wildly against me as my lips and tongue do what I think they've probably wanted to do since the first day I saw her. I still don't have a fucking clue what that elusive quality is about her that draws me to her so. Maybe if I did I'd know how to look for it in some other woman here on Atlantis-- someone who isn't verboten for me. I've spent half the nights since we got here alone with my fantasies of her, despite McKay's insistence that I flirt with everything with a period and a pulse.
Her being attached was a barrier at first, but now that that's no longer an issue I find every night gets more frustrating. I respect her-- and, hell, love her-- too much to get her so drunk she'll forget the rules. I can be a gentleman when it comes to women I care about, believe it or not, and I care about Elizabeth way too much. Far too damned much.
So I lay down. I close my eyes. And there she is, coming to me in my dreams again.
Always in my dreams.
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