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Some serious Shweir for all you shippers...like promised. This chapter is rated for T.
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She was already in bed when she heard the soft knock coming from the door.
Sighing she turned on the lights and left the warmth of her bed, her hand running instinctively along the pajama pants and tank top she was wearing, straightening her wrinkled clothes.
John Sheppard was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed across his chest, looking very pleased with himself. He had showered too, changed into a jeans and white tee shirt.
"Did I wake you?" He asked, his voice sounding not all too sorry.
"It´s been a long day." She said softly as he walked inside.
"Did I wear you out?" There was a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Not likely, colonel, the girls and the sun did."
"Are you sure that´s all?"
"You think too highly of yourself, colonel."
"Really?"
"Really."
He stared at her. Shamelessly taking in every curve the tight tank top revealed. She swallowed as she saw his eyes darkening, and she hated him for making her feel weak just by his look.
"What do you want?" She asked softly.
"You." He answered simply and truthfully, knowing she wouldn´t turn him away. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
She felt her knees buckle.
And the little sound that left from her throat sounded a lot like a pleased moan and that was the only answer he needed. They both moved without a word, and she felt his arms around her waist, his lips crashing against hers. Her arms sneaked around his neck, pulling him even closer to her if possible.
She rubbed her body against him and he groaned against her lips. His hands sneaked under her tank top, fingers caressing the bare skin of her back.
A small whimper of objection left her lips as he pulled away, but her body reacted to his touches and her back arched bringing her closer against him, offering him a better access to everywhere he wanted to touch. He pulled her top over her head, lips trailing down from her neck to her shoulder, fingers pushing a white strap of her bra away and she couldn´t held back a moan.
He was enjoying her slowly, trying hard to make it last. Her body was tightly pressed against his, and she was moving slowly, and oh so wonderfully and his teeth nibbled her shoulder a little more harder than intended as her hand found what it was looking between their bodies.
She let out a cry that was mixed with pain and pleasure and he chuckled quietly because never in the million years he had would thought her reacting to him like that.
He had been with women before; he knew what he was doing. Knew how to please them, how to make them scream at his name. Beg him for more. But he was lost with Elizabeth Weir.
"John." She panted, pulling her lips away from his throat where she had been doing her little exploring.
"Yes?" He kept kissing her shoulder, leaving wet trail against her skin.
"Stop being such a gentleman and take me to the bed."
He pulled back, a shocked look on his face lasted only a split second before he grinned and lifted her easily in his arms and lay her down on her bed. The rest of their clothes were soon lying on the floor and the need for him was making her crazy.
"Foreplay is over." He whispered and she let out a moan that send shivers through his body. God he had never in his life wanted anyone like he wanted her.
"John." She whispered as his lips found hers again with a crashing kiss.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and he didn´t wait anymore. It didn´t take long, the need for each other too strong. She didn´t shout out his name, she buried her face against his shoulder, her teeth leaving nasty marks against his skin. He could barely say her name before collapsing on her, breathing heavily against her neck.
Her fingers ran up and down on his back as they recovered and he dropped small kisses on her face before he rolled off of her. They lie for a while in silence, hearts still racing, bodies sweaty.
He turned his head to look at her and he grinned. "That was..." He started and she nodded, because it really had been just that.
She rolled on her side, her fingers reaching to touch his bare chest. His arms pulled her close against him and he breathed in the sweet scent of her, a mixture of her soap and sweat. "God, you smell good." He whispered against her ear and she looked up, capturing his lips with hers.
His fingers brushed against her shoulder, pushing back the dark hair, and finding the spot he had left his mark. "Sorry for that." He murmured, his lips brushing gently against the sore skin.
She only smiled at his concern before trailing her long fingers on his shoulder. "I´m sorry for this."
He teased her a little for the wild side he had never thought he would see.
"There´s lots of things you don´t know about me, colonel." She smiled sweetly at him.
"But I bet it will be most interesting to find out."
She shifted her body, moving against him and he groaned. "God, Liz, I´m not that young anymore."
Her hand sneaked down on his stomach and he inhaled deeply. "No, you´re not." She whispered into his ear. "And I find it very hard to believe."
He rolled them over and captured her hands with his. "This time, Liz." She felt her shiver under him as he drawled out her name. "This time we take it slow."
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