Title: Ancient Treasure
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heimedall and angelsdee
Pairing: Elizabeth/John
Season/Spoiler: None, but set in season 3
Rating: NC-17
Beta:angelsdee
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
Summary: John finds out something unexpected about Elizabeth and somehow, its all Rodney's fault!
Notes: This story is seriosuly old, I think I started writting it last summer but never got around to finish it. There is no real connection to season 3, I guess you could call it an alternate story, so be nice :)
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
Chapter 10
John found it amusing to see Hurst stumbling around the dismay of what had just happened. He watched the man move from one dead Wraith to another and then turn and look around at the people who were cleaning up.
It seemed to John that Hurst was a little more shocked that Elizabeth had managed to not only keep things in order, but she'd done it with everyone following her orders. He turned away and watched Jack helping the medical team with the new refugees. It was a moment before he realised that the female ambassador was nowhere in the room.
He moved off from the side and up to the control room to look around, Elizabeth was talking with Teyla, probably hoping for space on the mainland for their new guests. Everyone else was where they usually were and there was still no sign of their guest.
John turned, moving over to the stairs and spotted her standing on the balcony overlooking the gate room. She looked back at him and smiled. He made his way over to her and standing tall with his friendliest smile on he asked one simple question.
'Anything I can do for you Ambassador Miles?'
'No,' she said pleasantly, 'I'm just watching how things work around here. I would ask if I can help, but I have a feeling I'd just be in the way, it looks like things are pretty well handled.'
'We've done this a few times,' John said, 'relocated people whose homes were destroyed, killed Wraith and then started again with the whole thing. We pretty much work on our own here, there are some procedures from the SGC that we still adhere to but the rules are different in this galaxy and we had to adapt to stay alive and help as many others as we can.'
He watched as she reached up with a shaky hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
'I don't suppose I can trouble someone to show me back to my room to wash up?'
'Sure,' John said and looked down to see who was free. He caught the eye of an SO on the other side of the room and motioned for him to come over. 'Right this way,' he said moving down the stairs and meeting the SO at the bottom.
With her on her way out of the room, John turned and headed back up the stairs and passed Teyla to vanish into Elizabeth's office.
~~**~~
'General?' Hurst questioned as he looked between General O'Neill and Ambassador Miles.
'I just wanted to make sure you understood what just happened here,' Jack started quietly, dropping his voice so dangerously low that both ambassadors had to strain to hear him. 'Out there, you watched a brilliant woman, do her job, a job she has done well and under extreme pressure for more than two years.'
He paused, looking between them and wondered if he could get away with calling Hurst a name or two as he said what was going through his head. He sucked in a careful breath and talked himself quickly into being civil.
'A mistake was made a few months ago,' he said, 'it was made by Doctor Rodney McKay not Doctor Elizabeth Weir and despite his admittance in this accident, she's still the one on trial. Three years ago, I put my faith in Elizabeth stepping through that gate with 50 of the best people into the unknown. There was no way to know if they would ever have communication with us again.
'One year after that, not only did they find a way to make contact with us, they sent us a data packet of information and videos from each person on the expedition. At that time, do you know how many people were killed?'
Jack didn't wait for an answer, he didn't even give a verbal one, he simply held up both hands showing only eight fingers.
'We lost at least twice that in our first year at the SGC,' he said for emphasis, 'and we only had one enemy, here, they have the Wraith and the Genii. This is the same woman who you've spent the last 24 hours complaining about. You've seen the respect she gets, the friends she has and the support that's out that door ready to help her.
'That same woman, I might add, just saved you a whole lot of pain. While you were standing there telling her how useless she was, you put the both of you in the line of fire. If you'd have been hit by that stunner, it would have hurt; you'd have been numb for hours. I'm pretty sure that if she hadn't pushed you back that would have happened. But if she'd waited just a moment more to act.'
Jack paused moving closer to Ambassador Hurst to make sure he understood the next line of his statement.
'She would have lost that baby.'
The colour in Hurst's face drained, he looked ready to pass out and Jack remembered being in the city and watching the same thing happen to Elizabeth when she found out her baby belonged to John.
'She didn't ask for it, they didn't get drunk and act stupid, they are both responsible adults and they are both the command structure of this city. People count on them to work together and they do a damn good job of it. The fact that they now have a relationship is a completely different matter and I would like to add that Sheppard admitted he's loved her for a long time; he just kept his mouth shut and his hands to himself.'
He took a step back and turned his gaze to Ambassador Miles. He gave her a smile before adding one little bit to his speech.
'He did that out of respect for her.'
It had the effect, Hurst still looked as if he was going to be ill and had hung his head to add to it and Miles was smiling fondly at him and he guessed that she would now put up a fight to keep Elizabeth in the city.
'I'll leave you two to discuss your options. Excuse me,' He turned pushed the panel of the door open and stepped out of the room.
~~**~~
Elizabeth could feel their eyes on her, watching as they passed her door; but that was the idea. She had purposely left it open, leaving the opportunity for people to step in and say their piece should they want to.
Outside in the corridor, she had seen several people pass and knew that a small group had started to gather. She ignored them, keeping her eyes downcast as she picked up the next shirt and placed it in her case.
For over two years she had slept in this room, she had picked it herself from those John had cleared in the beginning, it was spacious and simple, which was just what she liked. Throughout the years a few items had made their way in and were sitting idly on various surfaces, she kept them spread out to avoid clutter and make the room feel larger than it was, she also liked that it was almost in the middle of the tower.
She placed the last of her clothes in the suitcase and zipped it up before raising her eyes to find someone standing in her room.
'Major,' she said trying not to sound too airy in her greeting. She picked up a storage box and placed it on the bed as she took in his defensive stance.
'I just came to see if it was true,' he said and she looked up at him. 'You're leaving.'
She couldn't help the friendly smile at his words and took solace that John several levels below was probably having the same conversation with someone else.
John had been staring at Ronon for a good five minutes, their eyes locked and their jaws set since the second he stepped into the room. John refused to be the first to speak, or even look away; he wanted to see what his friend made of the situation before he spoke.
'I can kill 'em,' Ronon said bluntly. John just raised an eyebrow at him still not losing the staring contest. Despite everything, John contemplated this idea but it wouldn't be in his best interest to let Ronon go and kill them.
'Pass that over will you,' he said pointing to his guitar and giving up on the stare out. As Ronon turned to pick it up, John pulled the case from under his bed and dropped it heavily on top.
When he did look up to take the guitar from Ronon he spotted several other people milling around in the doorway. He ignored them and continued to pack the last of his things wondering if when he started to collect his boxes and bags people would help and then follow.
That thought was entertaining, especially since it was known to everyone that their guests would be leaving in an hour's time. He turned and picked up the last items from his desk and placed them in the storage box nearby.
No one had been told how the meeting ended that morning. After their new guests had been settled in the city and things had calmed down John had sat with Elizabeth in her office, waiting to be called into the last meeting.
Jack had come out after a few minutes and joined them, but he had said nothing, just sat and fiddled with the ornaments on his side of her desk. When they were finally called back in the atmosphere was tense, mostly for them and they had instantly noticed something different in their guests. The decision was made.
They had purposely not told a soul what had been said, it gave the city something to talk about, to guess at. It was somewhere between cruel and fun.
John checked his watch, it was time to leave, grab all his things and make the move that would probably start a riot. At least he hoped it would, what fun they could have with that.
'Anyone want to lend a hand with this stuff?' he asked the small group of officers hanging around in the corridor.
Several of the men stepped in and John pointed out the things that needed to be picked up before he shouldered his bag and picked up his guitar case.
'You really gonna do this?' Ronon asked stopping John from leaving the room.
'To be with Elizabeth and our baby,' he said faking contemplation, 'yeah.'
He rounded Ronon and moved out into the corridor and off to the left. The group of helping solders followed with the rest of his belongings. He let his mind wander; thinking that about now, Elizabeth was probably talking those outside her room into helping her carry her boxes.
Elizabeth flattened her hand out over her stomach and suddenly dropped her head, she hadn't paid much attention to how much she'd grown over the last few weeks; the stress of this meeting had pushed it far from her mind.
She looked up again as Radek picked up the suitcase from her bed and gave him a thankful smile. She had nothing to carry; every item in her room was in one of the many storage boxes or suitcases that were carried by various members of the expedition.
She stepped out of the room and was surprised to see that the group of people standing by chatting had doubled in the last few minutes; she turned her back to them and moved off down the corridor, leading those with her belongings towards the stairs.
It was three levels up to the bridge over to the control tower and it took Elizabeth a whole level of stairs before she realised that not only did those helping her follow, but those who had just been hanging around had followed too.
As she reached the top the stairwell merged with one on the other side and John was making his way up the last part of it.
'My group's bigger than yours,' she said playfully as he reached the top. John looked down at the group behind her.
'Yeah, but most of them were probably too lazy to climb up the stairs from level three. They cheated by starting six levels above me,' he said and Elizabeth just laughed at him. 'Shall we?' John asked and held out his free arm to her.
She hooked her hand under it and they turned together to walk not over the bridge towards the gate room, but instead back into the living area.
'So,' Jack said as they came around the corner and spotted him standing mid way down the corridor, 'as you're no longer in threat of being chucked out of the city, are you ready to see your new home?'
'You tricked us,' Lorne said looking between the three commanding officers.
'How so?' Jack asked him.
'They were packing, we thought they were leaving.'
'We were,' Elizabeth said, 'our rooms,' she gave him a wide grin and turned back to Jack. He gave them a smile and motioned to a door on his left. They moved towards it and stopped just a few steps away and waited. Elizabeth freed her arm from John and took hold of his hand instead.
Jack waited, looking around the crowd that were muttering slightly; then to John's relief he reached out and opened the door. Elizabeth stepped in first and took in the open room that greeted her.
The large reception room was bright and friendly, several pieces of furniture scattered around the room giving it a sense of welcome to everyone and anyone who wanted to enter. It was just as simply decorated, but the three windows side by side on the opposite side of the room gave it an airy feeling.
To her left a single door stood between two Athosian tapestries that resembled different viewpoints of the city. On the other side, three doors sat evenly spaced, she was ready to go and see what was in each room when a sound behind her made her turn. Lorne and the others were placing their things down on the floor in the open area and making their way out of the room.
'What's in all the rooms?' John asked as she moved away from him and over to the door on the left.
'Well,' she said having opened the door, 'I think this is our room,' she moved into the room and stopped, she couldn't believe what she was seeing just to her left. 'John,' she called a little choked and waited for him and the General to enter the room.
'Where the hell did that come from?'
'Oh just something I picked up for the first born Atlantean,' Jack said, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he gave his usual playful grin in Elizabeth's direction before adding a quick eyebrow wiggle.
Elizabeth smiled back at him before moving off to check out the crib. It was simple, but small delicate carvings in the wood made its origin well known.
'Athosian design,' she said flicking the catch on either side of the crib and letting the side drop down to the floor.
'I gave the guy a photo I borrowed from one of the women, she had a picture of her little brother in one; he did that in the seven hours I was on the mainland.'
She ran her hands over the edge of crib as John stepped up beside her; this was one more stab of reality. In just over three months, there would be a new born baby in this crib, another more delicate life she would look after; only this one would be her own child.
'I'll leave you two alone,' Jack said as John's hands came to rest on her sides.
'You okay?' John asked after the General had gone. Elizabeth leaned back against him, thankful when he moved his hands from her sides down to her hips.
'We're gonna be a family John,' she sighed.
'Hopefully this is just the beginning,' he whispered moving his hands around to rest on her swollen stomach for a moment before slipping his hands under her t-shirt and pants.
'Oh?' she questioned moving her hands to join his over her stomach. 'How many children do you want?'
'As many as I can talk you into carrying.'
Elizabeth laughed and turned in his arms to give him a kiss.
'Two,' she said.
'As in two after this one? Or two total?'
'We'll see,' she said before moving in to kiss him again. He held her close and she could feel him deepening the kiss slowly as his fingers massaged her back.
'You know,' he said coyly as they broke apart, 'we have a new bed to break in and neither of us has to work until tomorrow.'
'Are you only going to think of sex when we're here?'
'When you look this sexy, yes.'
'Oh so all I have to do when I'm not in the mood is look bad,' she smiled at him. 'Don't you want to know what's in the other rooms? And we have to see the General, Hurst and Miles off, I might let you kick Hurst through the gate if you're a good boy.'
'Ohhh,' John said with a raised brow, 'then I'll be good, but not for that fun.'
She pushed away from him and moved out of the bedroom. There was no one in the main room and all their things had been left neatly piled around near the door for them to sort out.
She moved over to the opposite wall and to the right hand door first. She stepped in to find an almost empty room, a small sofa and side table the only items in the room.
'Bedroom for the baby,' John said, his arms around her waist to rest on her belly again and he leaned in to nibble at her neck.
'Hmm,' she hummed as he continued to nibble, 'maybe the science team can make us an ancient style baby monitor.'
'Not a bad idea,' John said, 'it'll keep them out of trouble.
Elizabeth turned and John followed, he made it difficult to walk to the next room while he kept hold of her.
'Two rooms and a bathroom,' John counted as he stood behind her, hands still on her belly.
'Two bathrooms,' she corrected, 'there are another two doors in our room; I'm assuming one of them is a bathroom.'
'I bet you that the last room is another bedroom.'
'Well then we'd both win and there wouldn't be any fun in the bet.'
The last room was exactly the same as the other room, which made Elizabeth worry slightly. Their baby only had a bed to sleep in and nothing else; they had no other furniture, no clothes, no supplies... nothing!
~~**~~
John was sure he couldn't love her any more than he currently did. He stood leaning against the wall of the gate room watching as she paced the room impatiently. Back in their room she'd had a moment's slip out of her usual calm and controlled self and into the crazy world of panic.
Something had made her realise just how unprepared they were to have a baby, not just them being parents but for the city to handle such a task. She'd gone through a list of questions.
How long would she be out of work when the baby was born?
What would they do with the baby when she came back to work?
What would they do for diapers?
Baby food
Clothes for her as she got bigger
Clothes for the baby
Bed sheets
A bed when it was old enough
He had sat on the bed and watched her walk back and forth in front of him, her mind running a mile a second and her hand idly running over her raised belly.
She was in a similar state at the moment, only all her wild ranting seemed to be contained to her brain. He could see the cogs working as she turned back to face him and crossed the room.
Back in their room, he could have jumped her if he thought he could get away with it. Would have stood up, stopped her and taken her shirt off before starting a slow kissing trail down her chest. He still could in fact, but he was sure he would get in trouble for it.
He looked up, taking a quick glance at the control room looking for their guests, but there was still no sign of them. They were meant to leave ten minutes ago, but their last minute trip to the mainland seemed to be taking longer than expected.
Elizabeth had stopped pacing on the other side of the gate room with her back to him and her head down. He watched her for a moment, her arms bent telling him that both hands were now on her stomach. He pushed off the wall and moved to stand behind her.
'Elizabeth,' he said carefully resting his hands on her hips and looking over her shoulder.
She didn't answer, barely moving her head to acknowledge him she pulled in a deep breath.
'Elizabeth?' he said, now a little more worried. 'What's wrong?'
Instead of answering him, Elizabeth took his hands from her hips and moved them to her stomach. He had to take a step forward to complete the task, but he didn't mind that. He creased his brow wondering what she wanted him to feel.
'Did you feel that?'
'Feel what?'
'I think the baby's moving,' she said breathlessly. 'There!' she added pressing his hands into her stomach just a little more.
'I don't feel it.'
'Give it a week or two.'
John pulled away from Elizabeth and turned to look at Jack. They'd been lost in the moment and hadn't heard him or the ambassadors enter the room and approach them.
'You're only twenty weeks, it's just learning what movement is, before you know it, it won't stop moving.'
'It's slightly worrying that you know more about this than I do,' Elizabeth said.
'Like I told John on my last visit, I noticed everything from the time I found out Sarah was pregnant.'
Silence fell and John looked around the room wishing this moment in time was over and the ambassadors of doom were no longer in their city.
'Ready to go?' John asked after a moment of quiet.
'Trying to get rid of us?' Jack asked him giving him a cheeky grin.
'Yes,' John said coyly and caught sight of Elizabeth's almost horrified look as she turned to glare at him. Jack simply laughed at them and John knew he wanted to stay and see how they would work through all the problems that were likely to come up.
'Well, perhaps we have outstayed out welcome,' Miles said.
'We got a welcome?' Jack said with a grin and raised brow.
Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably at John's side; he knew that two days ago when she had first welcomed them, she had been in a very unpleasant mood. She had plastered a smile on her face, but they both knew that wouldn't completely hide what she was feeling at the time.
'Shall we?' Jack said after another moment's silence.
'Of course,' Elizabeth said and motioned up to the control room for the gate to be dialled. 'I hope I didn't make your stay too unpleasant,' she said sounding more honest than she looked.
'It was,' Hurst started and had to stop to think of an appropriate word, 'enlightening,' he said at last. 'I apologise for having caused you some stress to begin with.'
'Nothing more than I can handle,' she said with a smile, 'or that I get from John.'
'Hey!'
His protest was drowned out by the gate as it opened for their visitors. But the look he gave her did a good enough job of showing his faked shock at her comment.
The ambassadors stepped forward and exchanged their farewells to each of them and John took Jack's glare as a sign to walk them closer to the gate. He stopped nearby, bid them a final goodbye and watched them step through the gate.
He turned back to see Elizabeth and Jack exchange an embrace. As he pulled back from her his hand went to her stomach and John felt a moment of jealously but ignored it knowing it was a simple gesture of friendship.
'If you need anything,' Jack said quietly although John could just hear what was said, 'you just put in the requests and I'll make sure you get it,' Jack turned towards him and John forced a friendly smile on his face.
'Sir,' he said, giving a small and half-hearted salute.
'If I get one report,' he said giving John a menacing look, 'that tells me you've hurt her...' he faded off and John was thankful that his expression lightened, 'who am I kidding, it wouldn't happen and if it did you'd probably be able to beat the crap out of me first.'
John smiled, not at the words the General said, but because behind the man Elizabeth was shaking with suppressed laughter. Jack shook his hand gave him a quick pat on the back of his shoulder before stepping quickly through the gate.
John was half way to Elizabeth before the gate shut down, he didn't waste time wrapping his arms around her and was shocked at the cheer that rose around them.
~~**~~
'You should sit down.'
It was the eighth time he'd said those exact words and with each time she laughed a little more at him. He worried too much, or he was trying too hard, either way it was interesting to watch him like this.
They'd been back in their room for six hours now, sorting through all their things. They had stopped for dinner after the first hour and they had now finally finished sorting out their things.
'I'll sit down if you do,' she said giving him a coy grin. John moved away from the last storage box, the last of their boxes and the one that held her ornaments and dropped down onto the sofa.
She watched him pat the space beside him. He was cute when taking care of her and she wondered if he would be like this all the time or if he'd get used to the fact that she could still do all her own things.
She moved over to the seat but didn't sit down. She stopped dead in front of him and waited for just a moment before moving into his lap, one knee on either side of him. He raised an eyebrow as she got comfortable and it made her smile again.
'I like this seat better,' she said pushing herself close against him and leaning in to kiss at his neck. She arched into his hands as they moved up her thighs and over her back, his touch made her moan even though it was over the top of her clothes.
'What brought this on?' He asked dropping his head back and moving his hands back to her thighs.
'I don't know, but I like it,' she said moving up to kiss him and raising off his legs to reach his lips.
'Me too,' John said increasing the pleasure of their kiss and running his hands up her legs to her t-shirt. He dipped his fingers inside and Elizabeth shuddered at his touch. He continued up her back, gathering her shirt up as he moved until he had to break their kiss to remove it.
Elizabeth sat back, dropping her shirt off the back of the chair. She tugged at John's shirt and he got the hint and moved forward to help her remove it. With his shirt gone he dropped back and Elizabeth smiled at him as his eyes drifted down her chest to her full breasts.
'Won't it be fun,' she said running her hands up to her breasts, 'when I get a bra with cups that come off,' John shifted underneath her and she took advantage of his moment of weakness to thrust her chest at him. 'Would you settle for now,' she started, running her hands up his chest to his shoulders, 'for the front clasp of this one?'
'You're a rotten tease,' he said, his hands ghosting up her sides.
'You seem to be enjoying it,' she replied pushing down into his lap and feeling his erection against her own covered sex.
'There's a beautiful and very sexy woman in my lap, you get that reaction regardless,' John said as his hands moved across her breasts and easing the clip apart.
'You forgot "carrying your baby" from the list,' she said just before he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples.
'That's a bonus,' he said as he switched breasts. 'Not to mention I've been in this state since we first set foot in this room.'
He pulled her back to him and returned his attention to her breasts. She didn't complain, instead she shifted against him, pressing her belly to his and rocking her hips against the bulge in his pants.
John moaned against her and shoved her bra off her shoulders before quickly swinging her around and laying her on the sofa. She was thankful for the large chair that was already in the room, the wide seat gave plenty of room for her to lay comfortably.
'There isn't going to be a single inch of your skin that doesn't tingle when I'm finished with you!' John said with a chuckle as he kissed down from her breasts to the waistband of her pants.
'My skin or yours?'
'Cheeky,' he said placing a kiss on her belly before tugging her pants down over her hips and down her legs. Elizabeth had to laugh at him, as his nails scrapped softly down her legs.
Her laughter turned to moaning as John aimed a kiss on her thigh. He started very close to her sex and started to trail his way down her body until he could kiss at her ankle bone.
She relaxed into his touch, enjoying the fact that she could, that from now on she was free to have a relationship with him. Not just in the privacy of their room, but out in the open. Elizabeth had no intention of letting it get in the way of how the city was run; in fact she planned to just keep their private relationship, private.
John made no effort to remove her underwear as he travelled both her legs, inside and out. She watched as he moved on, taking her hand and playing with her fingers as he left wet kisses up her arms.
Elizabeth found it hard to work out which was more frustrating, that she could feel his pants still in place over his legs or the slow pace in which he was moving up her left shoulder towards her neck.
'John,' she groaned feeling the tingling sensation building in the pit of her stomach as he moved over her throat and over her other shoulder.
'Hmmm,' he hummed against her skin moving down across her chest before starting his trail down between them.
'Oh God,' she breathed feeling his lips move along the base of her right breast, circling slowly up towards the pert nipple. She couldn't help but close her eyes as he drew nearer.
Before he came in contact with the tight bud, John pulled back and Elizabeth groaned in frustration and thrust her chest towards him. He kept his hands on her sides and she could feel his eyes on her body as he squirmed slightly at his touch; when she settled back he began the process on her other breast.
Elizabeth whimpered. The last thing she wanted was the slow torture he was placing on her; she wanted nothing more than to make love to him. Show him that what they had been working so hard to keep was each other as well as the city in which they lived.
Right now, the only thing she could possibly want more than him was to hold her newborn baby in her arms. But that feeling was far in the future, something she could wait a few months for.
As expected, when he came too close to her painfully tight nipple, he pulled away and quickly placed a trail of kisses down over her belly. He lingered at the base of her belly at the spot where the growth of his child was the most prominent.
'Do you want a girl or a boy?' He asked ignoring her whimpers and pleas for more contact. She couldn't answer; the question was pointless in her mind at this moment in time.
'Either,' she said hearing the breathlessness in her own voice.
'That wasn't what I asked,' he said and pulled completely away from her body. She opened her eyes to find where he went and found him unbuckling his belt. She pushed away from the chair and reached out, running her hands up his legs and past his hands to his stomach.
Watching for the right moment, Elizabeth waited for him to release the belt buckle and quickly moved down to seize the top of his pants. She made quick work of his button and zipper and had to push his hands out of her way so she could slowly lower them and his boxer shorts.
He stood gloriously naked and maddeningly erect in front of her eyes, she wanted to devour him, in more ways than one and her impatience was pushing all sorts of sordid thoughts through her brain.
Elizabeth bit her lower lip as she trailed her fingers up his legs towards her goal, but he stopped her, taking her hands in his and pulling her to her feet.
She was thankful when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against him. His erection trapped between them and her breasts pinned to his chest. She was very aware of both facts, but neither of them overtook the flutter that started in her stomach.
'John,' she whispered as he kissed lightly at her neck, 'I think the baby's moving again.'
He released her only long enough to turn her back to his chest and placed his hands back on her stomach.
'Bare belly under my fingers,' he whispered against her neck, 'let me feel my child's linger.'
'That was terrible,' she chuckled as he started to shift, moving his feet and slowly walking them towards the bedroom.
'I know, but there's a beautiful backside pressed against me, its clouding my mind.'
'I know,' she offered feeling her legs tremble as he shifted against her in a very pleasant way. 'I want it to be somewhere else,' she breathed.
'I want to go slow,' he muttered between the kisses on her neck; 'slow and easy.'
'I can't do slow,' she said, 'I want you, right now,' the last two words were said with such conviction she knew it would take him off guard. Using that to her advantage she turned them so he had his back to the bed and pushed him back onto it.
Teasingly she crawled up him to kiss him, a slow lingering kiss that she pulled slowly back from to let her lips hover just out of reach of his. She placed her knees on either side of his hips and lowered herself down to make contact between them.
Her panties were the only barrier between them, the thin lacy black material the only thing stopping her from taking him there and then; but it wasn't going to hold out for long.
Frustrated, wound high and ready to burst from the build of his teasing, Elizabeth reached down and pushed the material to the side, took hold of his length and eased down on him.
The sensation rippled through her body like a wave spreading quickly in all directions. She leaned forward into Johns arms and curled her back to keep her pregnant belly away from him.
From the concentrated look on his face, he knew she wouldn't last long, but he also knew she needed this. His hands travelled down her back until he could move them to her hips and he pulled her up from him before forcing her back down.
She shuddered at the friction and pushed back from his chest to take up the motion, pulling up and dropping back, riding him just as she had wanted to do weeks ago when they first did this. Well since she found out she was pregnant anyway.
There was no ache in her hips this time, no pain in her thighs or knees, it felt wonderful and it only took a few hurried strokes before she came. Her walls tightening on him and her panted moans became one constant string of unintelligible babble.
She rested back on his chest, vaguely aware of his hands on her hips keeping her from dropping all the pressure on her stomach. After a few moments, he shifted and she felt his still erect member slip from inside her.
John moved, laying her on the bed and arranging her on her back beside him. He tucked one of her arms under his to place his own arm under her neck. It worked to bring her closer to him and he used the position to lean in close and kiss her passionately.
She moaned into his mouth when his other hand travelled down her cheek and neck towards her breasts. She was considering a form of punishment if he once again ignored her nipples when he ran his fingers over the top of her breast trapping one between two of his digits.
'John,' she breathed unable to believe how unbelievably turned on she still was.
'Shh,' he whispered as he moved away from her lips to tickle the bud with his tongue.
He had to shift down slightly to rest comfortably at her side but she didn't notice. She was too busy drowning in the sensation of his mouth on her hardened and aching nipples and the hand that was drawing slowly down her stomach towards her sex.
Elizabeth sucked in a deep breath as his fingers slipped easily through her pussy and dipped just inside her tunnel. Even with her eyes closed she was sure he was watching her face.
He pulled away from her body to watch and she opened her eyes to watch him in return. Elizabeth felt her heart tighten with the look he was giving her, she couldn't stop the smile, not even as she bit her lower lip, she could see the love plain and clear on his face.
'You will never know how beautiful you are to me, Elizabeth,' he breathed and she had to close her eyes for a moment to fight the overwhelming emotion that flooded her system. 'I love you.'
'Shh,' she said, bringing her hand over to place a finger over his lips. 'You don't need to tell me.'
'I want to,' he said, moving his hand to rest on her stomach again, 'I love you both.'
'Nothing is going to stop me from loving you, just like nothing will stop me living in this city, with you at my side.'
'Nothing,' he said tenderly kissing her.
'Nothing,' she breathed as he pulled back. 'Make love to me, John.'
He shifted, pulling himself between her legs and pulling her knees up to hook over his hips as he moved his hand to take hold of his length and pushed slowly inside her.
She reached up for him, and he leaned down so she could wrap her arms around his neck. He moved down at her guidance until she could kiss him. It was at this point that he began to move, thrusting slowly and pressing his hips against hers.
Even at their slow pace, they both struggled to keep their control. John's slow thrusting became slightly hurried and random as she thought not to tighten on him and let go of the peaking orgasm.
'Oh God you feel so good,' he groaned and Elizabeth squeezed her eyes closed, the pleasure in his voice adding to her own climbing release. 'Let it go, Elizabeth,' he tried but she shook her head at him, she was determined to hold out a little longer.
He shifted, dropping from his arms to his elbows at her sides and placed all his weight on one arm. Elizabeth snapped her eyes open to glare at him, she knew exactly what he was going to do and she knew it would be the end of her control.
'Don't,' she breathed at him holding his gaze. He evened out his weight over her again and leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
'You don't want me to play with your clit?' he asked in a low growl and she shuddered from head to toe. 'Maybe you're too sensitive down there,' he added and she shifted her hips without meaning to and felt him shift inside her to a beautiful spot.
'Don't,' she growled through gritted teeth.
Their breathing was all the sound they heard for a while more until John moved closer to her, resting more of his body over hers all the while mindful of how much pressure he was placing on her stomach.
'I love you more than anything, Elizabeth,' he whispered.
It was all it took, she felt her walls tighten on him and she let out one long low moan that seemed to emerge from every segment of her body and spirit.
Above her, John stopped moving and he bit down lightly on her shoulder as his body started to shake, he was holding back until the end of her orgasm and it seemed to be the hardest thing he'd ever done.
He didn't seem to manage it either, she was still shuddering, squirming on the bed beneath him when he let go. She felt his seed spill inside her warming her stomach until it felt as if it could glow.
Elizabeth used all her strength to catch him, stopping him from collapsing on her and he shifted quickly from her body to drop back onto the bed beside her. She rolled onto her side and moved in against his side.
'You're amazing,' she said knowing that would be a stroke to his ego but finding for the first time that she didn't care.
'You do realise,' he said pausing to take a few gulps of air, 'we have three more rooms and two bathrooms to christen.'
She laughed at him and slapped playfully at his chest for the comment.
'If you want more kids, John,' she replied resting her head on his shoulder and draping her arm across his stomach, 'then you'll never say that again.'
He shook with laughter for a moment before he turned onto his side slightly and wrapped his arms around her to pull her close. She vaguely felt the kiss on her forehead before she let out a contented sigh and let her eyes drift shut.
To Be Continued...
Author:
heimedall and angelsdeePairing: Elizabeth/John
Season/Spoiler: None, but set in season 3
Rating: NC-17
Beta:
angelsdeeDisclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
Summary: John finds out something unexpected about Elizabeth and somehow, its all Rodney's fault!
Notes: This story is seriosuly old, I think I started writting it last summer but never got around to finish it. There is no real connection to season 3, I guess you could call it an alternate story, so be nice :)
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
Chapter 10
John found it amusing to see Hurst stumbling around the dismay of what had just happened. He watched the man move from one dead Wraith to another and then turn and look around at the people who were cleaning up.
It seemed to John that Hurst was a little more shocked that Elizabeth had managed to not only keep things in order, but she'd done it with everyone following her orders. He turned away and watched Jack helping the medical team with the new refugees. It was a moment before he realised that the female ambassador was nowhere in the room.
He moved off from the side and up to the control room to look around, Elizabeth was talking with Teyla, probably hoping for space on the mainland for their new guests. Everyone else was where they usually were and there was still no sign of their guest.
John turned, moving over to the stairs and spotted her standing on the balcony overlooking the gate room. She looked back at him and smiled. He made his way over to her and standing tall with his friendliest smile on he asked one simple question.
'Anything I can do for you Ambassador Miles?'
'No,' she said pleasantly, 'I'm just watching how things work around here. I would ask if I can help, but I have a feeling I'd just be in the way, it looks like things are pretty well handled.'
'We've done this a few times,' John said, 'relocated people whose homes were destroyed, killed Wraith and then started again with the whole thing. We pretty much work on our own here, there are some procedures from the SGC that we still adhere to but the rules are different in this galaxy and we had to adapt to stay alive and help as many others as we can.'
He watched as she reached up with a shaky hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
'I don't suppose I can trouble someone to show me back to my room to wash up?'
'Sure,' John said and looked down to see who was free. He caught the eye of an SO on the other side of the room and motioned for him to come over. 'Right this way,' he said moving down the stairs and meeting the SO at the bottom.
With her on her way out of the room, John turned and headed back up the stairs and passed Teyla to vanish into Elizabeth's office.
~~**~~
'General?' Hurst questioned as he looked between General O'Neill and Ambassador Miles.
'I just wanted to make sure you understood what just happened here,' Jack started quietly, dropping his voice so dangerously low that both ambassadors had to strain to hear him. 'Out there, you watched a brilliant woman, do her job, a job she has done well and under extreme pressure for more than two years.'
He paused, looking between them and wondered if he could get away with calling Hurst a name or two as he said what was going through his head. He sucked in a careful breath and talked himself quickly into being civil.
'A mistake was made a few months ago,' he said, 'it was made by Doctor Rodney McKay not Doctor Elizabeth Weir and despite his admittance in this accident, she's still the one on trial. Three years ago, I put my faith in Elizabeth stepping through that gate with 50 of the best people into the unknown. There was no way to know if they would ever have communication with us again.
'One year after that, not only did they find a way to make contact with us, they sent us a data packet of information and videos from each person on the expedition. At that time, do you know how many people were killed?'
Jack didn't wait for an answer, he didn't even give a verbal one, he simply held up both hands showing only eight fingers.
'We lost at least twice that in our first year at the SGC,' he said for emphasis, 'and we only had one enemy, here, they have the Wraith and the Genii. This is the same woman who you've spent the last 24 hours complaining about. You've seen the respect she gets, the friends she has and the support that's out that door ready to help her.
'That same woman, I might add, just saved you a whole lot of pain. While you were standing there telling her how useless she was, you put the both of you in the line of fire. If you'd have been hit by that stunner, it would have hurt; you'd have been numb for hours. I'm pretty sure that if she hadn't pushed you back that would have happened. But if she'd waited just a moment more to act.'
Jack paused moving closer to Ambassador Hurst to make sure he understood the next line of his statement.
'She would have lost that baby.'
The colour in Hurst's face drained, he looked ready to pass out and Jack remembered being in the city and watching the same thing happen to Elizabeth when she found out her baby belonged to John.
'She didn't ask for it, they didn't get drunk and act stupid, they are both responsible adults and they are both the command structure of this city. People count on them to work together and they do a damn good job of it. The fact that they now have a relationship is a completely different matter and I would like to add that Sheppard admitted he's loved her for a long time; he just kept his mouth shut and his hands to himself.'
He took a step back and turned his gaze to Ambassador Miles. He gave her a smile before adding one little bit to his speech.
'He did that out of respect for her.'
It had the effect, Hurst still looked as if he was going to be ill and had hung his head to add to it and Miles was smiling fondly at him and he guessed that she would now put up a fight to keep Elizabeth in the city.
'I'll leave you two to discuss your options. Excuse me,' He turned pushed the panel of the door open and stepped out of the room.
~~**~~
Elizabeth could feel their eyes on her, watching as they passed her door; but that was the idea. She had purposely left it open, leaving the opportunity for people to step in and say their piece should they want to.
Outside in the corridor, she had seen several people pass and knew that a small group had started to gather. She ignored them, keeping her eyes downcast as she picked up the next shirt and placed it in her case.
For over two years she had slept in this room, she had picked it herself from those John had cleared in the beginning, it was spacious and simple, which was just what she liked. Throughout the years a few items had made their way in and were sitting idly on various surfaces, she kept them spread out to avoid clutter and make the room feel larger than it was, she also liked that it was almost in the middle of the tower.
She placed the last of her clothes in the suitcase and zipped it up before raising her eyes to find someone standing in her room.
'Major,' she said trying not to sound too airy in her greeting. She picked up a storage box and placed it on the bed as she took in his defensive stance.
'I just came to see if it was true,' he said and she looked up at him. 'You're leaving.'
She couldn't help the friendly smile at his words and took solace that John several levels below was probably having the same conversation with someone else.
John had been staring at Ronon for a good five minutes, their eyes locked and their jaws set since the second he stepped into the room. John refused to be the first to speak, or even look away; he wanted to see what his friend made of the situation before he spoke.
'I can kill 'em,' Ronon said bluntly. John just raised an eyebrow at him still not losing the staring contest. Despite everything, John contemplated this idea but it wouldn't be in his best interest to let Ronon go and kill them.
'Pass that over will you,' he said pointing to his guitar and giving up on the stare out. As Ronon turned to pick it up, John pulled the case from under his bed and dropped it heavily on top.
When he did look up to take the guitar from Ronon he spotted several other people milling around in the doorway. He ignored them and continued to pack the last of his things wondering if when he started to collect his boxes and bags people would help and then follow.
That thought was entertaining, especially since it was known to everyone that their guests would be leaving in an hour's time. He turned and picked up the last items from his desk and placed them in the storage box nearby.
No one had been told how the meeting ended that morning. After their new guests had been settled in the city and things had calmed down John had sat with Elizabeth in her office, waiting to be called into the last meeting.
Jack had come out after a few minutes and joined them, but he had said nothing, just sat and fiddled with the ornaments on his side of her desk. When they were finally called back in the atmosphere was tense, mostly for them and they had instantly noticed something different in their guests. The decision was made.
They had purposely not told a soul what had been said, it gave the city something to talk about, to guess at. It was somewhere between cruel and fun.
John checked his watch, it was time to leave, grab all his things and make the move that would probably start a riot. At least he hoped it would, what fun they could have with that.
'Anyone want to lend a hand with this stuff?' he asked the small group of officers hanging around in the corridor.
Several of the men stepped in and John pointed out the things that needed to be picked up before he shouldered his bag and picked up his guitar case.
'You really gonna do this?' Ronon asked stopping John from leaving the room.
'To be with Elizabeth and our baby,' he said faking contemplation, 'yeah.'
He rounded Ronon and moved out into the corridor and off to the left. The group of helping solders followed with the rest of his belongings. He let his mind wander; thinking that about now, Elizabeth was probably talking those outside her room into helping her carry her boxes.
Elizabeth flattened her hand out over her stomach and suddenly dropped her head, she hadn't paid much attention to how much she'd grown over the last few weeks; the stress of this meeting had pushed it far from her mind.
She looked up again as Radek picked up the suitcase from her bed and gave him a thankful smile. She had nothing to carry; every item in her room was in one of the many storage boxes or suitcases that were carried by various members of the expedition.
She stepped out of the room and was surprised to see that the group of people standing by chatting had doubled in the last few minutes; she turned her back to them and moved off down the corridor, leading those with her belongings towards the stairs.
It was three levels up to the bridge over to the control tower and it took Elizabeth a whole level of stairs before she realised that not only did those helping her follow, but those who had just been hanging around had followed too.
As she reached the top the stairwell merged with one on the other side and John was making his way up the last part of it.
'My group's bigger than yours,' she said playfully as he reached the top. John looked down at the group behind her.
'Yeah, but most of them were probably too lazy to climb up the stairs from level three. They cheated by starting six levels above me,' he said and Elizabeth just laughed at him. 'Shall we?' John asked and held out his free arm to her.
She hooked her hand under it and they turned together to walk not over the bridge towards the gate room, but instead back into the living area.
'So,' Jack said as they came around the corner and spotted him standing mid way down the corridor, 'as you're no longer in threat of being chucked out of the city, are you ready to see your new home?'
'You tricked us,' Lorne said looking between the three commanding officers.
'How so?' Jack asked him.
'They were packing, we thought they were leaving.'
'We were,' Elizabeth said, 'our rooms,' she gave him a wide grin and turned back to Jack. He gave them a smile and motioned to a door on his left. They moved towards it and stopped just a few steps away and waited. Elizabeth freed her arm from John and took hold of his hand instead.
Jack waited, looking around the crowd that were muttering slightly; then to John's relief he reached out and opened the door. Elizabeth stepped in first and took in the open room that greeted her.
The large reception room was bright and friendly, several pieces of furniture scattered around the room giving it a sense of welcome to everyone and anyone who wanted to enter. It was just as simply decorated, but the three windows side by side on the opposite side of the room gave it an airy feeling.
To her left a single door stood between two Athosian tapestries that resembled different viewpoints of the city. On the other side, three doors sat evenly spaced, she was ready to go and see what was in each room when a sound behind her made her turn. Lorne and the others were placing their things down on the floor in the open area and making their way out of the room.
'What's in all the rooms?' John asked as she moved away from him and over to the door on the left.
'Well,' she said having opened the door, 'I think this is our room,' she moved into the room and stopped, she couldn't believe what she was seeing just to her left. 'John,' she called a little choked and waited for him and the General to enter the room.
'Where the hell did that come from?'
'Oh just something I picked up for the first born Atlantean,' Jack said, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he gave his usual playful grin in Elizabeth's direction before adding a quick eyebrow wiggle.
Elizabeth smiled back at him before moving off to check out the crib. It was simple, but small delicate carvings in the wood made its origin well known.
'Athosian design,' she said flicking the catch on either side of the crib and letting the side drop down to the floor.
'I gave the guy a photo I borrowed from one of the women, she had a picture of her little brother in one; he did that in the seven hours I was on the mainland.'
She ran her hands over the edge of crib as John stepped up beside her; this was one more stab of reality. In just over three months, there would be a new born baby in this crib, another more delicate life she would look after; only this one would be her own child.
'I'll leave you two alone,' Jack said as John's hands came to rest on her sides.
'You okay?' John asked after the General had gone. Elizabeth leaned back against him, thankful when he moved his hands from her sides down to her hips.
'We're gonna be a family John,' she sighed.
'Hopefully this is just the beginning,' he whispered moving his hands around to rest on her swollen stomach for a moment before slipping his hands under her t-shirt and pants.
'Oh?' she questioned moving her hands to join his over her stomach. 'How many children do you want?'
'As many as I can talk you into carrying.'
Elizabeth laughed and turned in his arms to give him a kiss.
'Two,' she said.
'As in two after this one? Or two total?'
'We'll see,' she said before moving in to kiss him again. He held her close and she could feel him deepening the kiss slowly as his fingers massaged her back.
'You know,' he said coyly as they broke apart, 'we have a new bed to break in and neither of us has to work until tomorrow.'
'Are you only going to think of sex when we're here?'
'When you look this sexy, yes.'
'Oh so all I have to do when I'm not in the mood is look bad,' she smiled at him. 'Don't you want to know what's in the other rooms? And we have to see the General, Hurst and Miles off, I might let you kick Hurst through the gate if you're a good boy.'
'Ohhh,' John said with a raised brow, 'then I'll be good, but not for that fun.'
She pushed away from him and moved out of the bedroom. There was no one in the main room and all their things had been left neatly piled around near the door for them to sort out.
She moved over to the opposite wall and to the right hand door first. She stepped in to find an almost empty room, a small sofa and side table the only items in the room.
'Bedroom for the baby,' John said, his arms around her waist to rest on her belly again and he leaned in to nibble at her neck.
'Hmm,' she hummed as he continued to nibble, 'maybe the science team can make us an ancient style baby monitor.'
'Not a bad idea,' John said, 'it'll keep them out of trouble.
Elizabeth turned and John followed, he made it difficult to walk to the next room while he kept hold of her.
'Two rooms and a bathroom,' John counted as he stood behind her, hands still on her belly.
'Two bathrooms,' she corrected, 'there are another two doors in our room; I'm assuming one of them is a bathroom.'
'I bet you that the last room is another bedroom.'
'Well then we'd both win and there wouldn't be any fun in the bet.'
The last room was exactly the same as the other room, which made Elizabeth worry slightly. Their baby only had a bed to sleep in and nothing else; they had no other furniture, no clothes, no supplies... nothing!
~~**~~
John was sure he couldn't love her any more than he currently did. He stood leaning against the wall of the gate room watching as she paced the room impatiently. Back in their room she'd had a moment's slip out of her usual calm and controlled self and into the crazy world of panic.
Something had made her realise just how unprepared they were to have a baby, not just them being parents but for the city to handle such a task. She'd gone through a list of questions.
How long would she be out of work when the baby was born?
What would they do with the baby when she came back to work?
What would they do for diapers?
Baby food
Clothes for her as she got bigger
Clothes for the baby
Bed sheets
A bed when it was old enough
He had sat on the bed and watched her walk back and forth in front of him, her mind running a mile a second and her hand idly running over her raised belly.
She was in a similar state at the moment, only all her wild ranting seemed to be contained to her brain. He could see the cogs working as she turned back to face him and crossed the room.
Back in their room, he could have jumped her if he thought he could get away with it. Would have stood up, stopped her and taken her shirt off before starting a slow kissing trail down her chest. He still could in fact, but he was sure he would get in trouble for it.
He looked up, taking a quick glance at the control room looking for their guests, but there was still no sign of them. They were meant to leave ten minutes ago, but their last minute trip to the mainland seemed to be taking longer than expected.
Elizabeth had stopped pacing on the other side of the gate room with her back to him and her head down. He watched her for a moment, her arms bent telling him that both hands were now on her stomach. He pushed off the wall and moved to stand behind her.
'Elizabeth,' he said carefully resting his hands on her hips and looking over her shoulder.
She didn't answer, barely moving her head to acknowledge him she pulled in a deep breath.
'Elizabeth?' he said, now a little more worried. 'What's wrong?'
Instead of answering him, Elizabeth took his hands from her hips and moved them to her stomach. He had to take a step forward to complete the task, but he didn't mind that. He creased his brow wondering what she wanted him to feel.
'Did you feel that?'
'Feel what?'
'I think the baby's moving,' she said breathlessly. 'There!' she added pressing his hands into her stomach just a little more.
'I don't feel it.'
'Give it a week or two.'
John pulled away from Elizabeth and turned to look at Jack. They'd been lost in the moment and hadn't heard him or the ambassadors enter the room and approach them.
'You're only twenty weeks, it's just learning what movement is, before you know it, it won't stop moving.'
'It's slightly worrying that you know more about this than I do,' Elizabeth said.
'Like I told John on my last visit, I noticed everything from the time I found out Sarah was pregnant.'
Silence fell and John looked around the room wishing this moment in time was over and the ambassadors of doom were no longer in their city.
'Ready to go?' John asked after a moment of quiet.
'Trying to get rid of us?' Jack asked him giving him a cheeky grin.
'Yes,' John said coyly and caught sight of Elizabeth's almost horrified look as she turned to glare at him. Jack simply laughed at them and John knew he wanted to stay and see how they would work through all the problems that were likely to come up.
'Well, perhaps we have outstayed out welcome,' Miles said.
'We got a welcome?' Jack said with a grin and raised brow.
Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably at John's side; he knew that two days ago when she had first welcomed them, she had been in a very unpleasant mood. She had plastered a smile on her face, but they both knew that wouldn't completely hide what she was feeling at the time.
'Shall we?' Jack said after another moment's silence.
'Of course,' Elizabeth said and motioned up to the control room for the gate to be dialled. 'I hope I didn't make your stay too unpleasant,' she said sounding more honest than she looked.
'It was,' Hurst started and had to stop to think of an appropriate word, 'enlightening,' he said at last. 'I apologise for having caused you some stress to begin with.'
'Nothing more than I can handle,' she said with a smile, 'or that I get from John.'
'Hey!'
His protest was drowned out by the gate as it opened for their visitors. But the look he gave her did a good enough job of showing his faked shock at her comment.
The ambassadors stepped forward and exchanged their farewells to each of them and John took Jack's glare as a sign to walk them closer to the gate. He stopped nearby, bid them a final goodbye and watched them step through the gate.
He turned back to see Elizabeth and Jack exchange an embrace. As he pulled back from her his hand went to her stomach and John felt a moment of jealously but ignored it knowing it was a simple gesture of friendship.
'If you need anything,' Jack said quietly although John could just hear what was said, 'you just put in the requests and I'll make sure you get it,' Jack turned towards him and John forced a friendly smile on his face.
'Sir,' he said, giving a small and half-hearted salute.
'If I get one report,' he said giving John a menacing look, 'that tells me you've hurt her...' he faded off and John was thankful that his expression lightened, 'who am I kidding, it wouldn't happen and if it did you'd probably be able to beat the crap out of me first.'
John smiled, not at the words the General said, but because behind the man Elizabeth was shaking with suppressed laughter. Jack shook his hand gave him a quick pat on the back of his shoulder before stepping quickly through the gate.
John was half way to Elizabeth before the gate shut down, he didn't waste time wrapping his arms around her and was shocked at the cheer that rose around them.
~~**~~
'You should sit down.'
It was the eighth time he'd said those exact words and with each time she laughed a little more at him. He worried too much, or he was trying too hard, either way it was interesting to watch him like this.
They'd been back in their room for six hours now, sorting through all their things. They had stopped for dinner after the first hour and they had now finally finished sorting out their things.
'I'll sit down if you do,' she said giving him a coy grin. John moved away from the last storage box, the last of their boxes and the one that held her ornaments and dropped down onto the sofa.
She watched him pat the space beside him. He was cute when taking care of her and she wondered if he would be like this all the time or if he'd get used to the fact that she could still do all her own things.
She moved over to the seat but didn't sit down. She stopped dead in front of him and waited for just a moment before moving into his lap, one knee on either side of him. He raised an eyebrow as she got comfortable and it made her smile again.
'I like this seat better,' she said pushing herself close against him and leaning in to kiss at his neck. She arched into his hands as they moved up her thighs and over her back, his touch made her moan even though it was over the top of her clothes.
'What brought this on?' He asked dropping his head back and moving his hands back to her thighs.
'I don't know, but I like it,' she said moving up to kiss him and raising off his legs to reach his lips.
'Me too,' John said increasing the pleasure of their kiss and running his hands up her legs to her t-shirt. He dipped his fingers inside and Elizabeth shuddered at his touch. He continued up her back, gathering her shirt up as he moved until he had to break their kiss to remove it.
Elizabeth sat back, dropping her shirt off the back of the chair. She tugged at John's shirt and he got the hint and moved forward to help her remove it. With his shirt gone he dropped back and Elizabeth smiled at him as his eyes drifted down her chest to her full breasts.
'Won't it be fun,' she said running her hands up to her breasts, 'when I get a bra with cups that come off,' John shifted underneath her and she took advantage of his moment of weakness to thrust her chest at him. 'Would you settle for now,' she started, running her hands up his chest to his shoulders, 'for the front clasp of this one?'
'You're a rotten tease,' he said, his hands ghosting up her sides.
'You seem to be enjoying it,' she replied pushing down into his lap and feeling his erection against her own covered sex.
'There's a beautiful and very sexy woman in my lap, you get that reaction regardless,' John said as his hands moved across her breasts and easing the clip apart.
'You forgot "carrying your baby" from the list,' she said just before he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples.
'That's a bonus,' he said as he switched breasts. 'Not to mention I've been in this state since we first set foot in this room.'
He pulled her back to him and returned his attention to her breasts. She didn't complain, instead she shifted against him, pressing her belly to his and rocking her hips against the bulge in his pants.
John moaned against her and shoved her bra off her shoulders before quickly swinging her around and laying her on the sofa. She was thankful for the large chair that was already in the room, the wide seat gave plenty of room for her to lay comfortably.
'There isn't going to be a single inch of your skin that doesn't tingle when I'm finished with you!' John said with a chuckle as he kissed down from her breasts to the waistband of her pants.
'My skin or yours?'
'Cheeky,' he said placing a kiss on her belly before tugging her pants down over her hips and down her legs. Elizabeth had to laugh at him, as his nails scrapped softly down her legs.
Her laughter turned to moaning as John aimed a kiss on her thigh. He started very close to her sex and started to trail his way down her body until he could kiss at her ankle bone.
She relaxed into his touch, enjoying the fact that she could, that from now on she was free to have a relationship with him. Not just in the privacy of their room, but out in the open. Elizabeth had no intention of letting it get in the way of how the city was run; in fact she planned to just keep their private relationship, private.
John made no effort to remove her underwear as he travelled both her legs, inside and out. She watched as he moved on, taking her hand and playing with her fingers as he left wet kisses up her arms.
Elizabeth found it hard to work out which was more frustrating, that she could feel his pants still in place over his legs or the slow pace in which he was moving up her left shoulder towards her neck.
'John,' she groaned feeling the tingling sensation building in the pit of her stomach as he moved over her throat and over her other shoulder.
'Hmmm,' he hummed against her skin moving down across her chest before starting his trail down between them.
'Oh God,' she breathed feeling his lips move along the base of her right breast, circling slowly up towards the pert nipple. She couldn't help but close her eyes as he drew nearer.
Before he came in contact with the tight bud, John pulled back and Elizabeth groaned in frustration and thrust her chest towards him. He kept his hands on her sides and she could feel his eyes on her body as he squirmed slightly at his touch; when she settled back he began the process on her other breast.
Elizabeth whimpered. The last thing she wanted was the slow torture he was placing on her; she wanted nothing more than to make love to him. Show him that what they had been working so hard to keep was each other as well as the city in which they lived.
Right now, the only thing she could possibly want more than him was to hold her newborn baby in her arms. But that feeling was far in the future, something she could wait a few months for.
As expected, when he came too close to her painfully tight nipple, he pulled away and quickly placed a trail of kisses down over her belly. He lingered at the base of her belly at the spot where the growth of his child was the most prominent.
'Do you want a girl or a boy?' He asked ignoring her whimpers and pleas for more contact. She couldn't answer; the question was pointless in her mind at this moment in time.
'Either,' she said hearing the breathlessness in her own voice.
'That wasn't what I asked,' he said and pulled completely away from her body. She opened her eyes to find where he went and found him unbuckling his belt. She pushed away from the chair and reached out, running her hands up his legs and past his hands to his stomach.
Watching for the right moment, Elizabeth waited for him to release the belt buckle and quickly moved down to seize the top of his pants. She made quick work of his button and zipper and had to push his hands out of her way so she could slowly lower them and his boxer shorts.
He stood gloriously naked and maddeningly erect in front of her eyes, she wanted to devour him, in more ways than one and her impatience was pushing all sorts of sordid thoughts through her brain.
Elizabeth bit her lower lip as she trailed her fingers up his legs towards her goal, but he stopped her, taking her hands in his and pulling her to her feet.
She was thankful when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against him. His erection trapped between them and her breasts pinned to his chest. She was very aware of both facts, but neither of them overtook the flutter that started in her stomach.
'John,' she whispered as he kissed lightly at her neck, 'I think the baby's moving again.'
He released her only long enough to turn her back to his chest and placed his hands back on her stomach.
'Bare belly under my fingers,' he whispered against her neck, 'let me feel my child's linger.'
'That was terrible,' she chuckled as he started to shift, moving his feet and slowly walking them towards the bedroom.
'I know, but there's a beautiful backside pressed against me, its clouding my mind.'
'I know,' she offered feeling her legs tremble as he shifted against her in a very pleasant way. 'I want it to be somewhere else,' she breathed.
'I want to go slow,' he muttered between the kisses on her neck; 'slow and easy.'
'I can't do slow,' she said, 'I want you, right now,' the last two words were said with such conviction she knew it would take him off guard. Using that to her advantage she turned them so he had his back to the bed and pushed him back onto it.
Teasingly she crawled up him to kiss him, a slow lingering kiss that she pulled slowly back from to let her lips hover just out of reach of his. She placed her knees on either side of his hips and lowered herself down to make contact between them.
Her panties were the only barrier between them, the thin lacy black material the only thing stopping her from taking him there and then; but it wasn't going to hold out for long.
Frustrated, wound high and ready to burst from the build of his teasing, Elizabeth reached down and pushed the material to the side, took hold of his length and eased down on him.
The sensation rippled through her body like a wave spreading quickly in all directions. She leaned forward into Johns arms and curled her back to keep her pregnant belly away from him.
From the concentrated look on his face, he knew she wouldn't last long, but he also knew she needed this. His hands travelled down her back until he could move them to her hips and he pulled her up from him before forcing her back down.
She shuddered at the friction and pushed back from his chest to take up the motion, pulling up and dropping back, riding him just as she had wanted to do weeks ago when they first did this. Well since she found out she was pregnant anyway.
There was no ache in her hips this time, no pain in her thighs or knees, it felt wonderful and it only took a few hurried strokes before she came. Her walls tightening on him and her panted moans became one constant string of unintelligible babble.
She rested back on his chest, vaguely aware of his hands on her hips keeping her from dropping all the pressure on her stomach. After a few moments, he shifted and she felt his still erect member slip from inside her.
John moved, laying her on the bed and arranging her on her back beside him. He tucked one of her arms under his to place his own arm under her neck. It worked to bring her closer to him and he used the position to lean in close and kiss her passionately.
She moaned into his mouth when his other hand travelled down her cheek and neck towards her breasts. She was considering a form of punishment if he once again ignored her nipples when he ran his fingers over the top of her breast trapping one between two of his digits.
'John,' she breathed unable to believe how unbelievably turned on she still was.
'Shh,' he whispered as he moved away from her lips to tickle the bud with his tongue.
He had to shift down slightly to rest comfortably at her side but she didn't notice. She was too busy drowning in the sensation of his mouth on her hardened and aching nipples and the hand that was drawing slowly down her stomach towards her sex.
Elizabeth sucked in a deep breath as his fingers slipped easily through her pussy and dipped just inside her tunnel. Even with her eyes closed she was sure he was watching her face.
He pulled away from her body to watch and she opened her eyes to watch him in return. Elizabeth felt her heart tighten with the look he was giving her, she couldn't stop the smile, not even as she bit her lower lip, she could see the love plain and clear on his face.
'You will never know how beautiful you are to me, Elizabeth,' he breathed and she had to close her eyes for a moment to fight the overwhelming emotion that flooded her system. 'I love you.'
'Shh,' she said, bringing her hand over to place a finger over his lips. 'You don't need to tell me.'
'I want to,' he said, moving his hand to rest on her stomach again, 'I love you both.'
'Nothing is going to stop me from loving you, just like nothing will stop me living in this city, with you at my side.'
'Nothing,' he said tenderly kissing her.
'Nothing,' she breathed as he pulled back. 'Make love to me, John.'
He shifted, pulling himself between her legs and pulling her knees up to hook over his hips as he moved his hand to take hold of his length and pushed slowly inside her.
She reached up for him, and he leaned down so she could wrap her arms around his neck. He moved down at her guidance until she could kiss him. It was at this point that he began to move, thrusting slowly and pressing his hips against hers.
Even at their slow pace, they both struggled to keep their control. John's slow thrusting became slightly hurried and random as she thought not to tighten on him and let go of the peaking orgasm.
'Oh God you feel so good,' he groaned and Elizabeth squeezed her eyes closed, the pleasure in his voice adding to her own climbing release. 'Let it go, Elizabeth,' he tried but she shook her head at him, she was determined to hold out a little longer.
He shifted, dropping from his arms to his elbows at her sides and placed all his weight on one arm. Elizabeth snapped her eyes open to glare at him, she knew exactly what he was going to do and she knew it would be the end of her control.
'Don't,' she breathed at him holding his gaze. He evened out his weight over her again and leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
'You don't want me to play with your clit?' he asked in a low growl and she shuddered from head to toe. 'Maybe you're too sensitive down there,' he added and she shifted her hips without meaning to and felt him shift inside her to a beautiful spot.
'Don't,' she growled through gritted teeth.
Their breathing was all the sound they heard for a while more until John moved closer to her, resting more of his body over hers all the while mindful of how much pressure he was placing on her stomach.
'I love you more than anything, Elizabeth,' he whispered.
It was all it took, she felt her walls tighten on him and she let out one long low moan that seemed to emerge from every segment of her body and spirit.
Above her, John stopped moving and he bit down lightly on her shoulder as his body started to shake, he was holding back until the end of her orgasm and it seemed to be the hardest thing he'd ever done.
He didn't seem to manage it either, she was still shuddering, squirming on the bed beneath him when he let go. She felt his seed spill inside her warming her stomach until it felt as if it could glow.
Elizabeth used all her strength to catch him, stopping him from collapsing on her and he shifted quickly from her body to drop back onto the bed beside her. She rolled onto her side and moved in against his side.
'You're amazing,' she said knowing that would be a stroke to his ego but finding for the first time that she didn't care.
'You do realise,' he said pausing to take a few gulps of air, 'we have three more rooms and two bathrooms to christen.'
She laughed at him and slapped playfully at his chest for the comment.
'If you want more kids, John,' she replied resting her head on his shoulder and draping her arm across his stomach, 'then you'll never say that again.'
He shook with laughter for a moment before he turned onto his side slightly and wrapped his arms around her to pull her close. She vaguely felt the kiss on her forehead before she let out a contented sigh and let her eyes drift shut.
To Be Continued...
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