Title: Omen 2?
By: wannatee1984

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir, naturally!

Disclaimers: I don't own Stargate Atlantis or any of its characters.
Spoilers: none

Summary: The beginning of something they just can't fight

Notes: Feedback is wanted, needed and will be loved, good or bad!

And is a work in progress, so if you have any ideas for my next chapter I take them! Thanks! )

And many thanks to lj user"jeepny" , lj user"jennukes" and lj user"trinity1984" for their wonderful beta. I know there were many mistakes, but it was four in the morning and I REALLY wanted to sleep, but my muse was having none of it! thank god I was clear headed enough to get it betaed this time around! Enjoy.

As Elizabeth drifts contently back into the land of Nod, a happy little sigh is the last thing to past through her lips. Though not a very loud sound, it's loud enough in John Sheppard's ears to wake him up.

As he slowly regains consciousness, he feels Elizabeth snuggle up closer to him. Her warmth seeps out from her body and infuses heat into his body wherever bare skin touches. He can feel her chest inhale and exhale in soft rhythmic motions.

hopes that she's having the sweetest of dreams, as his arms tighten around her a little more.

He has no intention of ever moving from this spot ever again, food water and wraith be damned. His head is resting in the curve of her neck. His face is nestled in her mass of soft, silky curls, his nose inhaling the hint of jasmine that waifs over to him whenever she's nearby and that scent that could only be described as just her. His body spoons up so tight around her, so connected, that he can barely tell where he ends and she begins.

He really never, ever wants to leave his newly found haven.

He thinks to himself that if all homecomings were like this, he should get 'lost' more often. But he knows better than to worry Elizabeth too much. Well, anymore that he usually does anyway.

He knows that during his nice little visit on that god-forsaken planet, he only had one thing keeping him going. Even through the lack of food, clean water, the living in hellish conditions, the interrogations and torture, one thing still kept him sane, kept him fighting, kept him alive. Elizabeth Weir.

Not just the commander of Atlantis, not to him. Not just his 'boss'. But the woman who knew him better than anyone, the woman who always stood by his side, the woman of his dreams, the woman who had his love, his soul. The only person he would ever willingly give his heart too.

During the bleakest times, he kept his mind on Elizabeth. He wanted to see her again, needed to be able to touch her again. He ached with all the fiber of his being to be next to her again. To bask in the warm, strong, comforting, loving glow of her aura now and for the rest of his days.

He made a promise to himself that should he ever make it back to Elizabeth's side, he'd show her everything in his heart. He put his heart on the line for her and prayed to god that she'll do the same thing for him.

With Elizabeth in his heart, he had hope. Hope to survive this nightmare. Hope that his teammates will make it thought with him. Hope that he would make it back to Atlantis, and to her.

And on the 23rd day, when instead of the solider who just stood there and glared, there was a passed-out solider thanks to Ronon and a big rock, a set of keys falling from oily hands, and onto the floor within arms reach hope was fulfilled.

He'll admit that it was touch and go during their escape. Many times he thought that they'd never make it. The odds against them were just too great.

Remembering his promise to himself, of getting him and his team home and to once again be with Elizabeth and tell her everything he felt inside, gave him strength, the will to carry on and make his way home.

And they did make it, all of them in one piece, eventually.

When they spotted the Stargate, they knew they were finally going home.

The Kawoosh of the gate never sounded better, and traveling through it never felt so right.

Elizabeth was the first person he saw when he stepped out of the Stargate.

She was relieved and happy to finally see them all alive and safe again. She told them to get themselves checked out by Carson and made a hasty getaway from them as they where making their way to the infirmary.

After being poked and prodded by Beckett and given the all clear, he made his way to Elizabeth's office, determined to tell her everything he felt.

She wasn't there. Nor was she anywhere in the command room, or in the mess hall, or in the infirmary. She wasn't even on 'their' balcony.

His last choice was her quarters. He hoped to god that she was there. And thankfully she was there, with tears streaming down her face. When she noticed his presence, she tried to wipe them off.

It broke his heart.

Their eyes locked. Hazel onto green. His world narrowed down to just Elizabeth. Her tears and the sadness in her eyes pleaded to be dealt with.

He wanted to talk to her, but that could wait for now. As a man of action, not words, he did the only thing he wanted to do. He kissed her tears away. Soft brushes of his lips on her face taking away the hurt and pain he inadvertently caused when he disappeared.

But when the tears ended at her lips, he didn't. Something inside him snapped and he took her lips. He kissed her hard. Her lips where soft and supple and made him long for more. Elizabeth didn't back away, if anything she pressed towards him and when his tongue demanded to be let into her mouth, she opened her mouth and let him plunge into her, allowing the fire that for so long was avoided to consume her.

The first time was purely instinctual.

Clothes were torn, nails and teeth bit while hands and mouths explored. It was hard and fast and rough and more of an assurance of them being alive and together more than any real show of feeling towards each other.

He was more than embarrassed when he came too and realized he got release while Elizabeth was left behind.

Therefore he made sure the second time around she was not disappointed. This time he made sure she was more than satisfied.

A thousand touches and kisses were rained upon her. His gentle caresses and lingering kisses up and down her exquisite body made her writhe with undisguised pleasure. She arched into his hands when he cupped her breasts. His lips sucked lightly on the pink areola, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nipples made her moan in bliss and made her eyes flare up in desire. His lips and tongue on her throat and around her earlobes made her quiver in pure ecstasy. His touch on her clit, his thumbs making lazy circles on top of it, made her scream out her pleasure. He'd never been so turned on during foreplay with a woman before. She was so sensual and desirable; it made him hungry with want. It made him feverish with his need for her.

And the sensations were not one-sided.

Her warmth made his whole body shiver with excitement. Elizabeth's touch on his skin, her slender fingers stroking all over his body, made molten heat radiate everywhere she explored. Her mouth licking and sucking at his earlobes made sweet pleasure course down through his body and collect at his groin. When she lowered her head and trailed kisses and licks onto his head and down his whole length, he almost exploded right then and there again. She would have continued if he had let her, but he wanted to release with her this time and pulled her up kissing her thoroughly instead.

And the kisses this time weren't hard and demanding. They were gentle,tender. They lingered and they where heaven. They made his soul cry out in sheer happiness that he finally got what his heart so ardently desired.

Her eyes were so expressive and as open as a book. He couldn't help but get lost in their green glow. He stared at wonderment at all the emotions filtering through them for only him to see.

Desire, lust, happiness, joy and the one thing he ached for the most. What he wanted to see from her for so long. The one that he hoped was only directed at him from now on. Love. She loved him back too. Shining through her eyes so crystal clear that even Mckay would understand what that twinkle in her eyes meant

He only hoped that she could see his love shining through his eyes as well.

She kept that look when he drived into her warm body, as she met him thrust for thrust.

And he couldn't for the life of him tear his eyes from her.

Even when his senses finally couldn't take it anymore and reached the pinnacle of bliss, and this time taking Elizabeth along with him this time, his eyes where still locked on her. And her on his.

He cradled her up in his arms, encircling her waist with his hands, and they both drifted off to sleep.

Hours later and this is where he finds himself. Wrapped up in Elizabeth, intertwined intimately, his hands lightly stroking her smooth skin. Having all the time in the world to think about what should happen next.

And then the fears kick in. It's not fear of the love being one sided, of that he has no doubts. Not after what happen last night. There was no way they could call this just a one-night thing. It was the start of something big and exciting and he was sure that they were up to the challenge.

But it's other things that have him concerned.

He knows things about her sure. He learned a whole lot of things about her in the last few hours, but he wants to learn more.

He wants to get to know the Elizabeth that is hiding underneath the stoic façade she always presents. He wants to know what her favourite color is, what her favourite flavor of ice cream is, what her favourite book is, what her favourite song of all time is. He wants to know these things about her and more if time permits, and if she's willing to open up about herself, then it was only fair that he should open up to him too.

They needed to decide if they wanted to keep this private or go public with this new development in their lives. While he is sure that their inner-circle would have no problems with their new status, people like Caldwell would have a field-day. They have to be careful. He is pretty sure Elizabeth has an ace up her sleeve for something like this; she always seems to get away with anything she wants, so far anyway. She'll think of something.

More importantly he needed to know what she wants. If she wants to see where things could go from here, where they stand.

He has to be honest. If she walked all over him, he would never trust another woman with his heart again.

But Elizabeth would never do that to him. He was sure of it.

"John?"

She's awake again.

He looks over and sees her eyes are trying to stretch over her neck to see him.

He turns around and curls her front with his to allow her to see him without losing contact.

Her green eyes lock on to him once again and he's hopeless to look away.

"Yes Elizabeth?"

That twinkle in her eyes is back again, he holds his breath.

"I love you John."

She snuggles even tighter into his arms and the safety and securely they offer.

He thanks the gods yet again for giving him the most precious gift of Elizabeth.

He feels her tense up a bit, which draws him out of his spell and makes him realize that he should say something back to her.

"I love you too, Elizabeth."

He feels her relax again. He can feel her smile on his chest where her face is buried and can't help but smile as well.

Their talk and the real world can wait for just a little while longer.

And he can't help but think that it's an omen of things to come.

TBC

My god this is like the longest morning after ever! XD

And well, I made the sex scene more graphic cause John's a guy, and they're ALWAYS graphic like that! ;)

Making one on their 'talk'

Yay or nay?