(A/N: leans towards NC-17!)
Losing Control
Control. As leader of Atlantis, it is something she very much needs – and for the most part, has had.
She needs to be able to control the goings on in the city where possible. She needs to know that she can ask something of her colleagues and have them obey her. She needs to have the knowledge that she is not completely insignificant out in the vast expanses of the universe that she now calls home.
Control is something she relies on and without it, she's sure she'll come crashing down.
She can't let herself fall. Lives depend on it.
As John moves closer and closer to her though, and his lips brush over hers, she begins to think differently. A slight lack of control can't be all that bad, can it?
The answer comes to her quickly when his fingers creep to the waistband of her pants and slip inside, causing an involuntary moan to escape her.
Not when it feels like this.
fin.
