Elizabeth hovered outside of John's door. It had been two weeks since they had found him, two weeks since she had talked to him.
John had made it out lightly! He had been a little dehydrated, his leg though cut and bloody hadn't been as bad as it had looked and he'd had a mild concussion, with a few cracked ribs rounding out his problems.
Carson had kept him in the infirmary until yesterday but he had been awake since the first day. She had desperately wanted to see him but every time she got to the infirmary she got cold feet and left. She had returned later when she knew him to be sleeping but she still hadn't gotten close. Elizabeth had checked in with Carson everyday to see how he was going but felt guilty for not actually talking to John himself.
Elizabeth sighed and lifted her hand to knock.
She knew that he would want to see her, but she hadn't received any requests. She knew that not seeing him was wrong that even as a colleague she should have been to see him but it was hard.
She knocked and waited for him to answer.
"Come in." his voice drifted through the door. A voice she hadn't heard properly in what seemed like forever.
She waved her hand in front of the sensor and walked in.
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John looked up from where he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her.
He hadn't seen her in weeks, he'd missed her. Elizabeth moved towards the bed and stood in front of him. He patted the bed next to him and motioned for her to sit which she did twisting her hands in her lap
If he admitted to himself, he had been hurt when she hadn't come to see him in the infirmary. He knew she had been checking in on him, making sure she knew how he was but that wasn't what was bugging him. John knew that she wanted to keep her distance, keep Caldwell off her back and most importantly keep it professional. He didn't know how she did it half of the time, how she stayed so strong.
John looked at Elizabeth and knew that she felt awkward
"It's okay," he whispered.
"I just don't know what to do anymore John, its just too hard" she blurted out.
At least she'd called him John, that was something.
"I wanted to see you, wanted to know that you were alright but I just couldn't…" Elizabeth stammered.
"I know you did," he nodded reaching his hand out to grab hers. At first he didn't think she was going to let him but she did and it felt good.
He could see her resolve weakening but he didn't want to push so he didn't say anything content to sit there in silence.
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They sat like that for a while until he knew he had to say something, do something.
He reached his free hand up and lightly captured her chin and turned her face to his, she tried to avert her eyes.
"Elizabeth, please look at me." he pleaded softly.
She turned head up and her eyes met his, he was surprised to find her face streaked with tears.
"Why?" he whispered indicating her face.
"I thought…You could have died." she choked out.
Everyday he went out on dangerous missions and not once had she responded to him getting injured like this.
"But I didn't," he whispered leaning in closer, using his thumbs to wipe the tears away.
"This is why I have to keep away," she whispered.
"Is it really going to help?" he questioned moving even closer.
She could feel his breath fanning her face and knew that she wanted this.
He brought his head in closer and his lips met hers softly.
The kiss was slow at first, lips just tugging at each other. It was tender and sweet but somehow they both needed more. Just a moan from Elizabeth and the kiss became frantic, like the hunger that flared between them just couldn't be satisfied. Tongues slipped in and out and her fingers started running through his hair.
John pulled back and leant his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. He looked up at her as if expecting her to start telling him how wrong this was. She just stared at him, his eyes took in her face from her ruffled hair to her pink cheeks and swollen lips. He had done that he thought proud of himself. He could actually do that to Elizabeth Weir.
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Elizabeth stared at him, why did he stop?
She knew what had just happened was wrong, that it shouldn't have happened but it didn't feel that way. She wanted more. She needed to know that he was alright, that he was still here.
She didn't want to say anything to wreck the mood so she did the opposite and captured his lips again. She knew he was surprised but she didn't even want to think about it, there would be time for that later!
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John opened his eyes, a smile crossing his face. His arm moved to the other side of the bed stunned to find it empty. He quickly sat up and looked around but there was no sounds coming from anywhere within his quarters.
He couldn't believe it, after what had happened last night, he thought it meant more, meant everything. She had left before he had woken, he wasn't really surprised.
John had a feeling that they she would just pretend that nothing had happened, maybe even try to forget it. It wasn't what he wanted but they had crossed the line and he knew she needed to get away. Just thinking this he closed his eyes as if in pain, it wasn't something he could forget easily.
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Last Night
They lay together breathing heavily, Elizabeth's head resting on John's chest. No words had been uttered between them and it just seemed right. Words always seemed to complicate things between them.
At first it had been frantic and quick, a release of all the pent up emotion and denials. After it had been slow and tender, a show of feelings.
John stoked her hair condemning himself for letting it get this far. Though he chastised himself he knew that was what he had wanted all along. However nice no words were, he still couldn't tell what she was thinking. Did she regret it? Just thinking that made him pull her closer to his body, where she fit like she was always meant to be.
The problem wasn't exactly the regulations but the people who would use a relationship between them to further themselves. John knew they would have to talk in the morning, about everything. Where they were going? Was it going to effect work? But for now he just needed sleep.
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John shook his head, they were never going to get to talk now.
He couldn't sit and dwell on it as he had a briefing for a mission. He smiled at that thought. He hadn't been on an off world mission in over a month and this was a meet and greet so what could go wrong?