Title: Don’t Stop

Author: Angel Leviathan

Spoilers: Anything, everything.

Season: Late Season 1

Rating: PG-13/15

Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis, characters, concept, etc.

Notes: Well…it is what it is…I’m going to hide somewhere now.

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She’d been gone from his bed when he woke that morning. Reaching out for her, John had once again not met with the form of Elizabeth Weir. He had dealt with it the first couple of times, not even questioned her about it. But now her disappearing acts were getting ridiculous. He was going to make her pay attention. And then some.

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John first found her out on the balcony, gazing out at the ocean, once again on her own. If he admitted it, he hated to see anybody else on that balcony, especially with her. He lurked just far enough away for the door not to open for a few moments, grinning, before he stepped outside.

Elizabeth glanced back over her shoulder as she heard the door open, smiling slightly as she returned her gaze to the ocean, "What brings you here?" she asked, waiting for him to join her.

"…I don’t know…" he began, wandering across to her. He smirked before he walked up behind her, lowering his head to whisper in her ear, "…Might have something to do with what went on last night…"

Her eyes widened as she felt his hands on her hips, "Just what do you think you’re doing?" she looked back at him, with what she hoped was a glare.

"Shouldn’t that be ‘who’ do you think you’re doing?" John said quietly, smiling as she blushed.

"Major-"

"That’s not what you were moaning last night…"

"John!"

"That sounds more familiar…"

Elizabeth whirled round, freeing herself of his grip, "I don’t need this from you," she stated, voice cold. Usually he could see her heart through her eyes, but it was as if she had suddenly shut herself off from him. She stalked away from him, not looking back.

He watched her go, frown on his face. John leant back against the railings and sighed as the door shut…maybe he’d gone too far already. He shook his head; no, if he had to push her to get a reaction, he would.

What she didn’t let him see when she walked away was her hands curled into fists; taking every bit of her self control not to turn back to him and kiss him senseless.

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Next he discovered her seated in the commissary, at a table by herself. John managed to suppress his grin as he caught the wary and confused look on her face as they made eye contact. He walked to sit down opposite Elizabeth, almost daring her to walk away as he tried an innocent smile.

"What was all that about?" she demanded.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," he shovelled a fork of the day’s speciality food into his mouth.

"Don’t play with me, John," Elizabeth answered.

"I thought you liked-"

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" he raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"You know very well what."

"Make me."

She was about to reply when she felt his foot, minus the boot, creeping up her leg, "Stop. It," Elizabeth insisted.

He continued to stare innocently back at her as his foot crept further up her leg.

She fought to keep control, sorely tempted to show him two could play at whatever game he was playing. She briefly entertained the idea of grabbing his shirt and hauling him across the table to kiss her. Then again, she realised that would be much the same as holding up a glowing neon sign that read, ‘Yes, as you all suspect, we are doing it!’

"Where were you this morning?" he questioned.

"I had work to do," Elizabeth shot back, glancing around the room, attempting to ignore him.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," she said quietly, pretending to be very interested in something else. Before his foot moved again. She glared at him, "What do you want?"

"You," John replied, with a semi-shrug.

"If memory serves then you already-" she thought better of finishing that sentence and stood up, "Enjoy your meal, Major," Elizabeth once again walked away from him without hesitation. She wondered what would be the greater punishment; refusing to let him go off-world, or withholding sex.

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The fact that the walls of her office were glass and she hadn’t pulled the blinds down just made it easier to find her the third time. John walked innocently into her office, only to be met with her raised voice.

"No! Get out! Now! Don’t even think about it!" Elizabeth didn’t look up from her tablet computer.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, excuse you! Go!"

"Elizabeth…"

"No, no, no, don’t start now," she stood up and crossed around her desk, pacing toward him.

"Don’t start what?" he grinned."

"John…" her voice was little more than a low growl.

"You love it," John reached back to drop the blinds.

"I do not," she answered, stubbornly. She tried to fight him as he reached out for her, gripping her tightly as he trailed light kisses down her neck. Elizabeth gasped despite herself and briefly surrendered before trying to push him away again.

"You love it," he insisted, voice low, lips finding hers and capturing them hungrily.

She began to respond as her sensibilities kicked in once again, "…I…don’t…" her words were forced as he kissed her again, flooding her senses and leaving her breathless, "How can you be," she wove her arms around his neck and eagerly continued their embrace, "Be so…" a quiet moan escaped her as their lips met again, "Sure of yourself…?"

"Because you love me," he backed her up against the wall, "Like I love you."

Elizabeth couldn’t form the words to reply, intoxicated.

"So…" he breathed.

"I love it," she answered, trying to slow her racing heart, "and you know it," she tightened her grip on him, "You win."

John stared back at her for a moment, eyes twinkling mischievously, barely masking the desire beneath.

"Don’t stop."

That was all the encouragement he needed.

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Fin