Sparklyshimmer2010 - Oh, I see. Maybe it's a malfunction on the site, or something on your computer is stopping it from letting you sign in. I'm not sure what it could be. You could always just mail a lemon to MGM with a note attached with 'I support the petition' and the site address. LOL. Yes, the idea of playing with John's dream could be fun.

Ok, you're right about her being too peeved at him to go easy on him. LOL Pretty-boy or not, he was in some deep, deep doo-doo. LOL, I forgot about the leather dress, and when I went back to read on it again, I think I almost died laughing. I pictured him in a leather minidress, and just sat there giggling away. The dress would be scary, the jeans and sweater are cute.

Glad you liked it :)

Charlie Blue - Oh I agree, John Sheppard is a lot of things. Don't forget the michevous smirk. ;) LOL.

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If nothing else, I could easily say one thing for John. He's warm. Well, he's warm in many ways. First of all, he's got a kind personality, though it can often hide behind his sarcastic comebacks. And then, on a cold day, he's just warm to the touch.

His hands are warm, his face is warm, he's just plain warm.

How do I know?

Ok, in all honesty, I had no way of knowing. I mean, with the hands and face, that was all a mission. He'd been stunned by a Wraith stunner, and I'd slipped out of Ronon and Teyla's grasp at one point to grab his hands and pull him to the safety of the trees.

It had shocked me at the time. His hands felt like they were on fire, they were hot to the touch, and when I reached down to check for a pulse, despite knowing he'd been stunned, my hand brushed against his cheek, which was just as hot.

But it wasn't a fever.

No. I had Carson check him out when we got back, as I always did, to make sure there were no residual effects. When he reported, Carson pointed out there was nothing off about John. No temperature, no ill side effects, seemingly nothing was wrong.

"Elizabeth?"

Tapping my ear piece, I reclined on my bed, dressed in baggy sweat pants and a tank top. My window was open, revealing my balcony, but I couldn't go out onto it because of the rain storm we were getting. I just had the window open for the cool breeze. "I'm here. What's up?"

"Hey, it's John. I just wanted to let you know, Rodney detected a problem in one of the naqueda generators. He's going to take it offline for a while, to try and fix it, but that's going to take our heat offline. It's going to get pretty cold in here for a while."

Nodding to myself, I got up and closed my window, heading to my closet to grab a dark blue sweater. "Alright. You'd better let everyone know. Are you still going to stop by for the reports?"

There was quiet on the other end and I could hear him muttering something to someone, but he must have had his hand over the ear piece because I couldn't make out what he was saying. Then I got my response. "Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I'm done the announcement."

"Alright. See you then."

"Understood. Sheppard out."

Frowning to myself, I sighed and popped on my sweater as John's voice came over the speakers, announcing people should go to their rooms and bundle up, because the heat was going to be off for a while.

From thinking about warm, to hearing about cold.

Ironic? Maybe. Either way, I sat back down on my bed and began reading over a report.

It was funny. The lights dimmed and I heard, what I'd now come to identify as the Atlantean version of a heater, turn off. It got cold quickly. I never really imagined how much of a difference little things here in Atlantis made.

Shivering a little, I burrowed deeper into my sweater and slid my legs under my blankets. Pulling them up to my waist, I covered my hands with my sleeves and continued reading.

It wasn't long before the chime on my door beep, and I called for John to come in. I knew it was him, because he was really the only one I was expecting tonight. He came in, dressed in a black long sleeved shirt under a gray sweater, and black running pants.

I must have looked surprised, well, he was out of uniform, but he shrugged and gave me a sheepish grin.

"This is a little warmer than my uniform." He explained as he walked over and took the chair next to my bed. "How're the reports going?"

Looking down at them, I shivered again and held one out to him. "This one. Lt. Davies wasn't very thorough."

John took the report, but didn't look at it as I shivered again. "Let me guess, freezing despite the sweater?"

"Yeah, a little." I pulled my blankets up to just under my arms and grabbed the next report. Reading over it, I found it was from Captain Courtez, and he usually had thorough reports. A quick skim and I was confirmed so I put it down, trying to ignore the chill running through me. Glancing over, I found John looking absently at the report in his hands, clearly distracted. "John?"

He looked at me and blinked a moment. Then he got up and walked over, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Scoot over."

I felt my eyes widen. "What??"

It was his turn to shiver. "We're both cold, and the heat's guaranteed to be out for a couple more hours. I don't know about you, but I don't like the thought of freezing my ass off."

Thinking about it a moment, I figured he could have put that all in a nicer sense, since he was asking permission to come into my bed, with me in it. Wait, John...and me...in my bed...together.

Huh, not so cold anymore.

Scooting over as he'd mentioned, maybe it was instinct, but I shot him a look I knew was warning and he crawled under the covers. Immediately I gasped, hotter body temperature, or what, John's hand was freezing! Taking his hand, I placed it a little higher on my stomach, rather than my bared side, as he moved to sit half behind me, pulling my back against his chest.

With the two of us, together, it didn't take long for us both to warm up, and I think I noticed almost right away when the shivering stopped. Picking up another report, I tried to focus on it and ignore his warm body against mine, but I couldn't ignore the heat soaking into me. It was amazingly relaxing. Still, I did try. "This one." My eyes felt like ten pound weights. "This one's a little vague."

I felt his head come to rest on my shoulder and felt him nod. "I see." His tone was clearly drowsy and distracted.

Looking at him, I felt my face heat up as he stared at me a moment, and was struck at the intense green of his eyes. Feeling his fingers start to rub small circles on my stomach, I cleared my throat and put the report aside, in a small pile of ones I was going to suggest be improved upon. I picked up another, this one from John himself and grinned at the usual way he reported his missions. Luckily, he was surprisingly thorough, so I skimmed through it and put it aside.

The sound of deep, steady breathing alerted me to the fact that John had fallen asleep. Glancing at him, I admired the relaxed expression on his face, briefly noting he was still holding me tight, and put down the next report I'd picked up. "This can wait." I stated quietly, letting my head rest softly against his. "Just for a little while."

And nope, definitely warm now.

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