Secrets
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis or any of its characters, I just have fun with them.
Authors notes: This chapter is a set up for the events of chapter 5 after which things should get pretty interesting.
Bad Timing
Sarah's mind barely registers the soft sigh that escapes her lips as Chris's sweep over hers, or the way her eyes instinctually flutter shut, the only thing her mind can register is how right this feels.
Chris's kisses are a lot like him warm and passionate and… wonderful, and they make her feel as if every inch of her skin has suddenly developed goose bumps. The tingly sensation that sweeps over her as his fingers finally find their way into the soft thick curls of her hair, makes her shiver involuntarily.
Sarah begins to hear a low purring noise permeate her mind; obviously she isn't the only one enjoying Chris's attention and the purring quickly grows louder and more erratic as Chris's tongue gently slides across Sarah's lips silently asking permission to enter her mouth. With a little whimper Sarah's lips part for him, and Chris responds with a soft moan of his own as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slowly sliding into her mouth.
Sarah's fingers have apparently developed a mind of her own, as they curled into the soft fabric of Chris's shirt and begin gently pulling at it desperately wanting him closer. Chris is more than happy to oblige, shifting his weight to line up their bodies and she feels as if all of the warmth that seems to be coming off of Chris in waves is becoming concentrated in her chest and then slowly spreading outward to the rest of her body.
Sarah doesn't even feel it when her mind lets go, and hers and Ash's minds begin to blend together. It doesn't take much for Ash to get the baser more primal part of Sarah's brain to take over completely and she unconsciously begins to pull Chris even closer to her.
She is unsure how much time has passed since Chris begun kissing her but off in the distance Sarah thinks she hears her name being called. However, her mind just can't seem to focus on anything but the strong, warm hand running down her back and over her hip or the way that same hand is making shivers run down her spine, also there is the unimaginably intimate sensation of having Ash's thoughts and emotion swirling within her own, but then suddenly Chris pulls away from her with a gasp.
"You'd better go," Chris manages to get out in between ragged breaths.
Sarah just blinks up at him, "what?" she asks obviously not understanding why he would want her to go.
Chris gives her a little smile, but before he can answer the city wide P.A. system repeats the message it had announced only moments earlier, "medical emergency, Dr. Reilly please report to the infirmary."
Sarah's eyes widen in shock, "oh no!… well their timing sucks," she says in frustration, as she pushed Chris off of her and begins to disentangle her arms and legs from his. 'Wait! When did I end up on my back,' Sarah asks Ash, not remembering how they'd gotten like that.
Sarah felt a little wave of guilt come from her symbiote, 'I… may… have had something to do with that, but we don't have time to worry about who did what right now, we have to go save a life,' Ash replies quickly in hope of focusing Sarah's annoyance away from herself.
Sarah manages to stifle the annoyed little growl, she wants to make at Ash aka the horny little pain in the neck, and pun is so totally intended in that title.
She is up on her knees getting ready to stand by the time Ash has finished with her confession, when she feels Chris grab her arm.
Sarah find herself looking down into worried looking deep brown eyes, "this wasn't just a one time thing, right?"
The question takes both Sarah and Ash, so by surprise that all they can do was blink at him, for a few seconds but then suddenly a soft, "no," slips from Sarah's lips.
'Ash did you just say that, or did I,' Sarah asks her symbiote.
'I think we both did,' Ash responds back in just as much shock.
Chris found himself smiling in relief, even though Sarah still looked like she'd been hit by a truck. Suddenly remembering that she needed to be somewhere else Chris reminds her, "Sarah you'd better get going."
That seemed to snap her out of her shock, "right I… I'll see you later," to his surprise Sarah leans over to catch his lips in one more quick kiss and gives him a little smile before bolting for the door.
Chris smiles as he watches Sarah run past the window and down the hall toward the transporter.
Not quite ready to leave the section of balcony where he had just minutes ago been tangled in a passionate embrace with his beautiful Sarah, Chris reaches out his hand feeling the ground, and it is still warm from where her body had been pressed under his. Shifting onto his back, Chris moves himself over the spot placing one hand behind his head and the other over his chest feeling as his heart beat slowly returns to normal.
Chris's mindbecomes filled with thoughts of Sarah, her intelligence, her grace, her beauty, that quirky sense of humor, how easy she is to open up to and how passionate she had been when they were kissing and there were those odd and yet incredibly sexy little purring noises she had started making while they were kissing.
Taking in a deep breath Chris stares up at the blanket of stars spread over the inky blackness of the Atlantian night, "I think I'm in love," the words slip from his lips in a whisper, as a grin comes across his face.
Meanwhile Sarah had just arrived at the infirmary there was quite a commotion at the back in a curtained off area, immediately Sarah saw Dr. Leslie Novak jump up from the chair she was sitting in near the entrance.
"Thank God, Dr. Reilly, please hurry you have to help him," Leslie says in a rushed breath.
Not even waiting for an explanation to Leslie's statement, Sarah rushes to the back of the infirmary, Hermiod the Asgard assigned to the Deadalus is lying on an exam table unconscious. Dr. Weir, and Col. Caldwell are standing off to the side of the table and Dr. Beckett is trying to take Hermiod's vitals.
Not wasting time Sarah immediately addresses Carson, "Dr. Beckett what happened?"
Carson looks up at Sarah with big fearful eyes, "I don't know, he was fine, then suddenly he said that he felt woosie and before I could do anything he was on the ground."
Sarah grabs up a stethoscope and a pair of gloves, "did he eat anything out of the ordinary?" she asks as she is pulling on the gloves.
"Not that I know of," Carson answers pulling away to give Sarah access to one of the monitors checking Hermiods heart rate.
"Who was with him tonight?" Sarah asks looking at the monitor.
"I was," comes a small worried voice from near the entrance of the curtain.
Turning Sarah sees Leslie staring at the bed holding the unconscious alien, she looks as if she's about to burst into tears, "Leslie I need to know did he eat or drink anything out of the ordinary?"
Pushing out a labored breath Leslie answers, "no nothing that he hasn't had before, he's always so careful with that sort of thing." Leslie looks at Sarah eyes shining from barely controlled tears, and asks in a trembling voice, "is-is he going to be alright?"
Sarah looks at her with a well school expressionless face, "it's to soon to tell but he doesn't seem to be in any immediate danger, and we'll do everything that we can, I promise." Sarah casts a glance toward Dr. Weir, "I think we should contact the Asgard, admittedly I know the most about their physiology out of anyone here but I am far from an expert." Dr. Weir nods quickly before walking away to issue the order, while Sarah turns back to Carson, "in the meantime, Dr. Beckett I want to get blood work started and then get going on some scans."
