Distractions

By: Honolulu

Elizabeth sat at her desk in her office, staring at the same folder of papers for the last half hour. To others, it would appear that she was working hard, reading all the reports that she wanted to finish. To her, all she could think about was the dream she had. After awaking from the dream, she ran to her bathroom to take a shower and cool herself down. Elizabeth was also trying to find out why she had dreamed of him. Of all the men in Atlantis, why him? It's true, he is not a bad looking man but he tries her nerves each time he arrives, pushing her buttons…. and she had a debriefing with him in another hour. She groaned. The shower did not help at all, she tried to banish the thoughts from her head but it didn't help. "Knock, knock," She looked up to see John and Teyla standing at the door.

"Hey, come on in." She straightened up in her chair. "What's up?"

"We were just wandering why you weren't in the debriefing room, is everything okay?" John asked.

"Yes, everything's fine. Why should I be in the debriefing room?" John and Teyla exchanged looks.

"Because you ordered for a debriefing." John said slowly, almost as if talking to a young child.

"Yes, but that's not till 10:30." Another exchange of glances. "What? What is it?"

"It is almost eleven Dr. Weir." Teyla spoke up in a concerned tone.

" WHAT!" Both Teyla and John jumped at her surprised shout. Elizabeth looked down at her wristwatch to see that it was indeed 10:52. She must've been so consumed in her thoughts that time had past by so quickly.

"Are you well Dr. Weir?"

" Yeah, are you okay?" She quickly shuffled up the files she needed for the meeting.

"I'm alright. I'm sorry for startling the two of you but I must have been so deep into my work that time completely slipped my mind." Teyla and John looked at her warily. Elizabeth cooled her features back and tried to make her body more relax. "I am fine, I promise. Now lets go before Rodney starts complaining." Teyla smiled, glad to see that she would be fine while John on the other hand didn't look as convinced but let it slide.

They walked into the room, Rodney already pacing in front; ready to rattle off whatever information he could about his latest discovery. Ronon was reclined back in his chair, cleaning his nails with an extremely sharp blade and Caldwell was just sitting with an annoyed expression on his face. When Elizabeth saw him, she faltered in one of her steps and nearly tripped, allowing everyone else to recognize her presence. She smiled, letting everyone see her cool façade while inside, her mind immediately flashed back to her dream. "Glad you could finally join us Doctor." Caldwell said, almost in a condescending manner. Usually that would make her blood boil in anger but today it made her body quiver, which was really scary.

"I apologize for my tardiness but instead of wasting more time with excuses, let's begin. Rodney," She took her seat at her usual spot, Caldwell sitting on her right, John at her left.

"Okay, now visiting P1X-739 we came in touch with the people called the…" Elizabeth tried to concentrate on whatever Rodney was trying to explain but with Caldwell sitting right next to her, she was having a hell of a time. To her embarressment, she could feel her body reacting, her minds eye replaying the scenes of her dream last night. She crossed her legs and tried not to squirm, like a kid would do when they needed to use the bathroom only she had different needs to release.

'Think of something else, think of something else…' She kept chanting in her head while attempting to keep her cool posture. 'Focus on what Rodney is saying, Rodney, Rodney…'

"Now the Caltars had this strange device around their necks that would able their bodies to consume huge amounts of electricity…" It took every bit of focus and patience that Elizabeth learned to pay attention to him, but his words were beginning to turn incoherent. She looked at his face as he began to pass out pictures. Rodney was handsome in his own way she thought, not like Caldwell who had this hard almost Indiana Jones feel to him, Rodney was the good-looking mad scientist in horror films. All thoughts of Caldwell seemed to fly out of the window as she ran her eyes down the length of his body.

Though nowhere near in shape as John or Ronon, Rodney was not fat nor was he lithe but he was all man. He was warm and she bets that he wasn't only good in the science lab. His hands caught her most attention. Though he wasn't a fighter he did have calluses on his fingertips. Rough from inspecting all the heavy machinery and technology, having to pull things apart down from large bolts to small screws and making sure everything was in working order. If anything, Rodney was diligent. He probably didn't like it rough but most likely one to make sure nothing went untouched.

Elizabeth licked her lips as her thoughts were becoming more suggestive. Similar to the image of her with Caldwell in the science lab, this time it was with Rodney on top of his table. The debriefing room began to change in her view to her with him; she was sitting at the edge of the table, her legs dangling. He removed his lab coat as he approached her; she smiled as he ran his hands on the tops of her thighs before nudging them apart. In reality, Elizabeth uncrossed her legs, her breathing quickening. He settled himself between her legs allowing her to feel his hard on. She nudged her body forward to gain more access. He drew circles on her inner thighs before she grabbed his hands and moved them towards her boobs, not letting her take control; he brushed the tops of her breasts before placing his hands in her hair and kissing her. He lightly bit her bottom lip, seeking permission before engaging with her tongue. She too explores the cavern of his mouth and shivered as he ran his tongue across the top of her mouth.

Pulling back for air, he kissed her neck then moved south. With his hands, he pushed her shoulders down, she understood and Elizabeth rests her back against the cold table. She looked down to see him kiss across her belly reaching her pants. After unbuckling them, he pulled them down having his fingers trail down her smooth legs. He smiled at her and touched her through her pink underwear. She whimpered a bit as her panties started to become extremely wet. He nudged her panties aside and….

Elizabeth was startled at the hands at her shoulders shaking her, taking her out of her daydream. She looked wildly around the room to realize she was never in the science lab but in the debriefing room, which was occupied, with her number one team of explorers and an earth-bound military officer who were all staring at her. It was John who shook her.

"Dr. Weir, are you alright?" Caldwell asked.

"Hey, are you okay? Your face is flushed and you were…well…groaning, that and you're sweating. Do you wanna see Beckett?" Not bothering to answer any of John's questions, Elizabeth pushed herself away from him and walked out into the balcony. She gripped the railings hard and bent her head down, the wind brushing against her hot face.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' Her body was slick with a sheen of sweat and her legs were wobbly from the realistic vision. She took deep, calming breathes until she heard the door behind whoosh open and closed. Elizabeth looked over her shoulder to see John approaching her.

"Elizabeth," He took his place next to her. "What happened back there? Are you sick? If you are you should see Beckett. What's going on?"

She gave him a quick look then looked down at her shoes. How in the hell do you tell your 2IC that you nearly had an orgasm?

To be continued….

Authors Note: Well, I hope you liked that chapter…hehehe, I know I did, more is to come.