Just Married

Summary: It was supposed to be just your average alien celebration… only by morning John Sheppard will be waking up a married man to none other than Doctor Elizabeth Weir.

A/N: John and Elizabeth FINALLY confront each other about what lies between them, but it doesn't turn out exactly how either expected….

Part Six "In Marriage, Honesty's the Best Policy… Sometimes"

Elizabeth moaned, feeling him all over her, his kisses driving her mad. She'd never felt anything like it before… the way he touched her, held her, kissed her. It was like she couldn't get back control, vulnerable to him, and she liked it. He was gentle, but yet somehow rough. It was no wonder so many women had found him attractive… it wasn't just his looks that made him great. She now knew that, and she'd be damned if she ever forgot it as John kissed her lips once more, slipping his tongue between her lips to taste her. God, he was such a good kisser. She wanted to stop, in the back of her mind she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't tell him that. She couldn't do anything but moan as he pulled the last piece of clothing she was wearing off. John looked into her eyes, a gentle smile on his lips as he looked at her. "You're beautiful, you know that don't you?"

Elizabeth smiled in return. "Thanks, your not so bad yourself," she teased, moving her head forward for another kiss.

Elizabeth opened her eyes in bed, breathing a little harsher than normal after the dream she'd just had. Whoa, now that was unusual. The weird thing was… it didn't exactly feel like the normal dreams she usually had… this one felt… different. Real, it felt very, very real. Slowly she moved to get up, only to be restrained by an arm that had found its way around her, and was lying across her stomach. 'Here we go again….' This time she was on her side, with him spooned up against her. 'It's actually kinda funny; I never pegged John as the cuddling type.'

Elizabeth sighed, realizing her head was resting against his left arm. Well, at least he kept her warm at night… sometimes she missed having a warm body next to her in bed… Simon had always been one to cuddle, and she'd never minded one bit. She'd gotten used to it… so when she'd no longer had that after she left for Atlantis… it'd felt like something was missing. 'Get a grip, Elizabeth, you gotta push him off.' Elizabeth was just about to do just that when she heard John moan in his sleep, his grip on her tightening, his mouth practically right on her neck, sending tingles through her body every time he exhaled. 'Oh crap! Why oh why Mr. Sheppard must you do this to me? I seriously need to get out of this… but good God, maybe I don't!' Weir moaned as John's lips finally touched her neck, he subconsciously began to lick is lips, the wetness of his tongue grazing her neck. 'Even when he's a sleep he's still finding ways to drive me nuts! Well John, you certainly have a gift… er make that a FEW gifts!'

Suddenly after yet another moan John's eyes opened, and his grip on her loosened. "Uh… sorry Elizabeth!" he apologized, moving away from her. 'I gotta stop doing that!'

Elizabeth just rolled over, slowly moving to sit up in the bed. "It's okay, John… if it makes you feel any better, you make a better blanket than the actually blanket, not a shiver all night," she joked, hoping it would put John's mind at ease. She could sense his frustration.

John chuckled at that. Mission accomplished. "Yes well, I do aim to please."

Elizabeth smiled in amusement before getting out of bed, walking over to the door to see if it was still locked. When she realized it was, she frowned. 'Remind me to kill Haron when we get out this damn place.'

'Me first.'

Elizabeth turned around to look at him. She could tell their little connection was much stronger than it had been before, which disturbed her even more than the door being locked. 'Well, at least when we get back to Atlantis this damn connection will make it easier for me to keep an eye on you whether I'm with you or not.'

'Oh goody, there goes MY fun.'

Elizabeth grinned.

John looked over at Elizabeth for the hundredth time. She'd been drawing all day, leaving him no one to talk to… or waste a few hours with. "John, this is going to take much longer if you keep distracting me."

"What? I didn't say a word?"

Elizabeth put her pencil down and stared at him.

"Well it's kinda hard to stop thinking, Elizabeth. What do you expect from me?"

Elizabeth sighed and got back to her drawing, this small smile on her face as she drew whatever it was she was drawing. He found it strange just how little thought was put in her little project, she hadn't even thought about what she was going to draw, she'd just grabbed a pencil and paper and was off to work. Four hours had gone by and Solitare was becoming less and less amusing. Finally she stopped, a small smile on her face as she looked at it. She then looked over at John, a nervous look appearing on her face. 'He's gonna hate it….'

'I won't hate it, Elizabeth, just show it to me. I wanna see.'

Elizabeth picked up the picture and handed it to him. John was breathless when his eyes connected with her drawing, astounded by her talent, a talent he'd never expected from her.

"You actually DREW this?!"

"It's not very good, just something I always enjoyed. I never get to do it much on Atlantis. My dad got me a few drawing classes, he always believed I was going to become this famous artist. He used to say he'd have to donate some money to the Art museum so they could add on a bit for my work." Elizabeth laughed. "Then I'd retire and spent the rest of my life teaching in neighborhoods that could use good role models. He had my whole life planned."

"Elizabeth, this is beautiful," John told her, looking up for just a second before his eyes fell down to the drawing once more. She'd drawn his picture. He was sitting on the bed playing Solitare, the window behind him. She'd even cracked one of the windows where he'd shot at it, and eventually shattered his hand. Damn window. "Why didn't you pursue it?" John asked, looking up at her.

"I don't know… I guess… after Dad started getting sick… I just didn't want that dream anymore. I got so focused on him… I gave up drawing and decided to go for something practical. It was a stupid dream anyway."

"No Elizabeth, it wasn't. You have a gift… you have no idea how beautiful this is," he told her, without hesitation. 'I can't believe you actually drew this… what else don't I know about you?'

Elizabeth smiled, getting up from the desk where she'd been sitting to sit beside him. "You really think it's good?"

"Elizabeth, You're like the next Monet… you can paint right?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "I don't get to enough, but yes, I do like it. It's kind of relaxing in a way… helps me unwind. I think it may be the only time I don't have to think… just relax and enjoy myself. It may be the only time I'm ever not worrying about something."

'Oh believe me, Elizabeth. I've been in your head, it is for sure the only time you're not worrying about something!'

Elizabeth punched him in the arm, laughing along with him as he admired her picture. "Can I have it?"

"Sure, enjoy… not sure what you'd do with it though."

"Frame it; put it on my wall right next to my Johnny Cash poster… that is if we ever get back to Atlantis. I've never been so hungry in my life… think Haron had any plans of feeding us anytime soon?"

Elizabeth sighed. "Unfortunately I have no idea… my mind is linked with you… not him."

John rolled his eyes. "Well then, got any meat on those bones."

Elizabeth shook her head, getting up from the bed. "How about no?"

"I was afraid you'd say that," Sheppard muttered, making Weir laugh.

Sheppard stared up at the ceiling, the silence between him and Elizabeth driving him crazy. It'd been hours since she'd drawn the picture of him and now he found himself lying in bed, bored out of his mind while Elizabeth read some annoying Jane Austen book. When he couldn't take it any longer he finally sat up to look at her as she sat at the desk. "Okay! Okay! I think I've just gotten about as much of that book as I can handle!"

Elizabeth looked up, startled by his outburst. "Sorry… I keep forgetting whatever I think you hear… I guess being forced to read a book your not even reading can be a little too much."

"Although, I did like the commentary… I can't believe you've read it 23 times!"

"Hey! My mother gave this to me; it was one of her favorites! Okay, if you don't want me to read, then what may I ask do you want to do?"

John frowned for a second, noticing Elizabeth's eyebrows rise in surprise. "You know… we never did talk about what happened… between us."

"What about us?" Elizabeth asked with trepidation at where his thoughts were leading.

"Elizabeth, I can read your mind; you know what I'm talking about. We woke up in bed together with no memory of what happened."

Elizabeth cleared her throat. "Actually that may not be true… I had a… dream last night. It involved us… behaving in a very… contrary manner."

"In other words you and I were shacking up like a couple of horny monkeys."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly put it that way but-"

"Elizabeth… I had the same dream," John interrupted.

"What?"

"I had a dream, about us… getting together. I just figured I was having some insane fantasy… you really think what we saw… actually happened?"

"It's possible," Elizabeth told him, looking away, blushing at the idea. 'This is insane… I never should have stepped foot on this planet. I should have known better.'

"Elizabeth, you can't blame yourself, it wasn't your fault and it wasn't my fault. I just hope what happened doesn't ruin our friendship… I mean, we've been friends for a long time… in fact, I don't think I've ever made it this long… having a woman as just a friend I mean."

Elizabeth shook her head, frustrated. "John, we had sex! We can't just take it back and we certainly can't ignore it."

"Well you certainly seemed to be okay with that just a few minutes ago! Elizabeth, it was meaningless! It wasn't us!"

"It WAS us, John! That's the problem!" Elizabeth fought, standing up and pacing. "I don't DO these kinds of things! I don't just have some one night stand with someone! It's not my way! I'm not like you! I can't just do that with someone I don't care about!"

John watched her pace back and forth, obviously disturbed by what had happened… to say the least. "Why are you making such a big deal out of this? It was a mistake, it happens!"

Elizabeth stopped pacing; looking at him with what almost looked like shame. "I… it isn't some little thing we're talking about here, John. I was… exposed… that activity is not something I just share with any old person. I maybe old fashioned, but if I choose to do something like that with someone, I want to be in love with him, and I want him to love me! I want us to be in a relationship, I want it to be special!"

John sighed, looking away, he tried hard, he really did, he tried to stop himself, but it slipped before he could do a thing to stop it. 'It was special… it was you!'

Elizabeth paused, staring at John, not sure if the thought that had appeared in her mind had really come from him. "What?"

John looked away, clearing his throat. 'I… have feelings for you, Elizabeth. I mean, it wasn't on purpose… I just, couldn't help myself! I've never been so close to a woman like I am with you! You're like my best friend and… I feel for you… feel for you pretty damn hard too. I did my best to push what I felt away, I knew it could never happen, but the truth is… I don't regret that night. In fact, I don't regret any of this. I am a little hungry, and I'd certainly like to change that, but the rest… the rest I'd keep.'

Elizabeth was sure her mouth was hanging open, she knew it was. This was not the kind of confession she expected to ever hear from John Sheppard… well, she hadn't exactly heard it but-

"Elizabeth… say something."

'Well, this just keeps getting better and better,' Elizabeth thought to herself, finally closing her mouth.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Hee hee! I love the cliffies! lol Sorry guys, but I couldn't resist!!!!!!