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23 February 2005 @ 08:41 pm
new Atlantis fic! "Intermission"  
Title: "Intermission"

Author: Little Red

Rating: that-which-is-no-longer-called-PG

Category: Sheppard/Weir friendship/UST

Spoilers: None!

Summary: Stealing a moment.

Author's Note: liminalliz pinch-beta'd for me, and I adore her. Distantly inspired by mspooh's friendship-vid, because it made me want more friendship fic. And is, of course, for aj, who ALWAYS wants more friendship!fic.


Elizabeth Weir finds Major Sheppard sleeping in the lounge.

Credits from one of the twenty-odd movies they brought with them are scrolling down the video monitor. He's sprawled uncomfortably in a position that'll probably have his neck out for days.

It doesn't take her long to identify the reason he didn't respond to McKay's earlier radio transmission. The radio earpiece they all wear -- hers feels all but grafted on nowadays, to the point where she'd feel naked without it -- is lying next to him on the couch and must have been knocked loose in his sleep.

Not exactly an emergency, she smirks. Ford had been immediately concerned, and if John had been out of radio contact for a few hours longer she probably would have authorized sending out a few actual search parties, but at the time she had merely reminded everyone that they were all tired and in need of a break. Really, she just had a hunch that he was fine. It's almost disturbing how much she relies on her intuition nowadays -- more disturbing if she acknowledges how her moments of intuition are often specifically related to John Sheppard. She doesn't like the idea that she has developed and honed a Sheppard-radar, even if it has had numerous practical, professional applications in the past.

His team gets into a hell of a lot of trouble on a nearly weekly basis. It helps to have the occasional hunch about their state and location.

Or, apparently, to have hunches that lead her to finding him in the video lounge.

"John," she calls, as his position looks truly painful and she's sure he'll sleep better in his quarters.

He snuffles, shakes his head, but doesn't wake up. He mumbles something that sounds an awful lot like "Be there in a minute," and she can't help but smile, even if it's mostly a smile of sympathy. He has been running and shooting and piloting almost non-stop on half a dozen missions in the past week alone, and she knows he must be exhausted.

He looks different when he's asleep. Younger, and obviously more relaxed, but there's something especially nice about seeing him without the subtle, everpresent edge of defensiveness to his expressions.

It's not really polite for her to be watching him sleep, but that's exactly what she's doing. There's something adorably innocent in his features, something that makes her want to sit down next to him and cradle his head while he rests. She doesn't tend to think of his face as particularly kind or sweet or hopeful when he's being belligerent in a mission briefing, but then, she has long suspected he'd be quite a bit different around her if she wasn't standing in a role of authority.

That idea appeals to her. She likes him, either in spite of their professional differences or because of the effort they've both put into resolving them. She can't help but wish that there was a nice, easy way to take off the leader hat long enough to just be around him like this.

Or... maybe he's never like this, at least, not when he's awake. His defensiveness may come in different colors when he's with Teyla or Ford, with his peers or subordinates rather than authority figures... but she has observed him with other people and thinks that he's not completely open with them, either.

John huffs out a sigh, and the sound jolts her free of her thoughts. She realizes that she has been standing there staring for a long time -- long enough that, if anyone was watching, she'd have to explain herself.

She has a feeling that he'd snap awake if she called out his rank in that voice, but he looks happy and so it seems cruel to shake him out of it so abruptly.

Instead, she takes a seat next to his head on the end of the couch.

"John..." she says again.

He smiles, literally dreamily, and it gives her a sinking feeling in her stomach that's entirely too pleasant.

Yeah. She mostly wants to be friends with him, because she suspects he'd understand her and treat her in the totally normal way she longs to be treated after so many months of uninterrupted leadership, but that face wouldn't be a bad thing to wake up to.

She tries, "Sheppard," but the attempt is half-hearted, as her voice is still too quiet to actually wake him.

He frowns and mutters a string of syllables she can't parse. It's not like he's making any sense, but it somehow amuses her considerably that he talks in his sleep (and that he sleeps like a log). That, and this really might be the closest she's come to a non-work-related conversation in far too long.

Her hand finds its way to his hairline of its own volition, and she can't help trying to smooth down an errant spike of hair. She brushes her fingers across his forehead, tracing faint worry lines that lie in a different pattern than her own but probably spring from similar causes.

He turns his head into her hand, and she freezes. He smiles in a way that looks truly comfortable despite the angle of his neck and hums something so contented that for a second -- more than a second -- she forgets and wants this to be real. She wants to see him relaxed and unguarded around her in more than just a chance, exhausted encounter.

And then he speaks, nuzzled into her skin, not quite nonsense. "... smell like..." and he all but sighs, "Elizabeth."

And suddenly, it's way too real.

He knows what she smells like, and that knowledge and that smile and that wistful tone of voice -- if sleep-talking can be ascribed emotion in the same way as normal speech -- all mean something.

"John, wake up." Her voice is still quiet, but firmer, and he sniffs a few times and blinks opens bleary eyes.

"Mmm?" He's still mostly asleep, and she knows this because -- even though his head ends up craned at an even stranger angle -- he turns his cheek closer into her palm.

She pulls her hand back. "Rise and shine, Major."

More blinking, and then he turns his head and hisses out a groan of pain. "What happened?" he asks.

"Rodney couldn't reach you on the radio," she says. "I had a hunch you might be here."

He struggles up to sitting. "'s everything okay?"

"Yes. He just wanted you to stick your head in an Ancient device to see what it did," she reports with a smirk. "He drafted someone else when you didn't answer. You're off the hook."

John awkwardly rubs at his neck and, because she's sitting right there and it would almost seem strange not to, somehow, she swats his hand away. "Here, let me."

He's still disoriented from sleep or he might have reacted with surprise, but instead he only makes a pleased moan in his throat as her fingers go to work. His muscles are knotted and tight, clearly from more than just an hour or two of awkward sleeping. He shifts how he's sitting, slightly, to give her easier access to his neck and shoulders with both hands.

It is so wonderfully good to feel warm skin that is not her own, and it makes her realize with mild horror how long it has been since she has been touched.

Not sexually, even. Just... touched.

John drops his head back slightly. "God, you're good at that."

She ignores the spark of something like electricity that curls all through her at the tone of his voice. "Practice," she replies. She's still speaking softly, like she doesn't want to wake him out of his lingering drowsiness completely with real conversation.

"With boyfriends?"

She doesn't know why he asks it, but what she can see of his face looks too blissed out from her attention to his knotted shoulders for it to be a calculated, leading question. "And co-workers."

"Shouldn't let it get out," he quirks a grin she can hear more than see, "or you'll never get any work done." He's quiet for a moment, then sighs deeply. "Not that it wouldn't be worth it."

She snickers. This feels good. Warmth is seeping into her from the points of contact -- his skin is at least a few degrees warmer than her own, but she's always had cold hands -- and it feels... normal. This is something she would have done before she became Doctor Weir, Head Of The Atlantis Expedition instead of just Elizabeth Weir.

Maybe taking off the leader hat isn't such a dramatic move, after all. She should use her Sheppard-radar to ambush him in his sleep more often.

"Good movie?" she asks, noticing that the monitor has automatically shut itself off.

"Mmm. Seen it before."

"I figured." The Atlantis equivalent of new media entertainment is a movie that got somehow misplaced for a few months and fell out of circulation.

"Nice break, though. Don't have to think for an hour."

"That sounds good."

They're quiet for a comfortable few minutes, but soon she realizes that her massage strokes are slowing and, if anything, the muscles beneath her hands are growing tenser.

"I..." John's more awake now, she can tell. Even though she's the one who started rubbing his neck without invitation, he sounds awkward. "I should probably go check on McKay."

She draws her hands back into her lap. They ball reflexively into fists. "You should sleep, Major."

He visibly starts a bit at his rank, and that somehow reminds her of the way he breathed her name -- like maybe it wasn't the first time he'd talked to her in his sleep. She wouldn't have expected that. And though it might not mean anything -- and if it does, she should be far more concerned than she is -- the thought is making her quietly happy.

"I caught a few winks. And got a massage." John looks guilty more than rested, but it's kind of hard to tell. The exaggerated carelessness in his expression is back, smoothing over genuine emotion. "I'm good."

She refrains from pressing the issue. She doesn't want him to take it as an order -- not that he ever takes those, but she knows he's always aware of them. "Okay."

He tosses her a smirk and gets up, arching his back and replacing his radio earpiece before turning to head back to the control tower.

She selfishly doesn't want him to go. She's enjoying this unplanned break from reality. It's healthy, she reminds herself, to want human connection beyond professional respect.

"John..."

He turns. He doesn't quite meet her eyes, and for a moment, she's actually afraid to ask. If she has crossed a line he isn't comfortable with, this will only make it worse.

She asks anyway.

"The next time you take a break for a movie... invite me?"

He grins at that -- a totally honest, completely unaffected smile that makes her want to laugh for worrying at such a silly request.

"Sure," he nods. John goes to walk away again, but pauses to raise an eyebrow at her. "I'll hold you to that."

Elizabeth feels like the air around her has gotten lighter and easier to breathe. "I'll look forward to it."

After he leaves, she gives herself a few seconds to just sit on the couch and smile.

Then, break over, Doctor Elizabeth Weir gets back to work.

*end*
 
 
feel: cheerfulcheerful
hear: "Love, Come Lighten My Load" - Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers
 
 
 
Rose Wilde-Irishrosewildeirish on February 24th, 2005 01:53 am (UTC)
Awww...love the subtext.
Little Red: sg - linguists - maching_monkeymylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 02:45 am (UTC)
Oooooo. Words like "subtext" applied to my stuff makes me sound smart! :)

*loves you*
Your *Mom*'s A Cylon!: Test by meastrum_presul on February 24th, 2005 02:12 am (UTC)
Awww! So sweet! I like seeing them in a friendly almost-relationship. :) Can't wait for the next movie.

Heh I wouldn't mind a neck rub right now.
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 02:46 am (UTC)
I'm sure they can't wait either! In fact, I'll bet John, while trying to act TOTALLY COOL, is totally overthinking it and planning out "omg, how many days do I wait?" like the total dork we know he secretly is.
Your *Mom*'s A Cylon!astrum_presul on February 24th, 2005 02:49 am (UTC)
hehe and that's SO going into the fic, right?! ;)
Little Red: sga - shepwhore kirk - lizmylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 02:52 am (UTC)
Ha! I *should* do the next one from Shep's POV... I always worry that I'm getting too corny and badficky... but now that we're calling it FUNFIC it'll ALL be okay. Wheeee! :)
Your *Mom*'s A Cylon!astrum_presul on February 24th, 2005 03:03 am (UTC)
damn skipping, it's funfic and we're proud of it!

Heh, hon, you write badfic better than some people write their best piece of serious fic
Danielle: smoothdivinejoker on February 24th, 2005 02:13 am (UTC)
OMG. So fluffy. *curls up on fic and sighs* Me happy now.
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 02:48 am (UTC)
Yay fluff!! :) *pets you and brings you blanket*
Danielledivinejoker on February 24th, 2005 02:53 am (UTC)
*listens to the pitterpatter of little feet and takes blanket gratefully*

Oooooooooh, what's that, muse? *whispers*

A fic? *whispers*

*pulls blanket up to chin and smirks* What a brilliant idea.
MsRavenmsraven929 on February 24th, 2005 02:18 am (UTC)
Will re-read later when I have more time, but...

And then he speaks, nuzzled into her skin, not quite nonsense. "... smell like..." and he all but sighs, "Elizabeth."

And suddenly, it's way too real.

He knows what she smells like, and that knowledge and that smile and that wistful tone of voice -- if sleep-talking can be ascribed emotion in the same way as normal speech -- all mean something.


I love that!!! Squeeeee!!
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 02:49 am (UTC)
John liiiiiiiiikes her. He loooooooooooooves her!

/kindergarten
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Little Red: sga - s/w do sex - unrehearsed_mylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 02:51 am (UTC)
Heeeee. I agree. That's what's fun about friendship!fic, or otherwise slow-burn-UST fic... which, well, I'm not all that good at because I am IMPATIENT for the sex and cuddling and undying lurve. But this was fun! Wheeee! :)
Allie O'N: Atlantis1alliesings on February 24th, 2005 02:27 pm (UTC)
slow-burn-UST fic
I love that description. I was so into this story that I forgot until half way through that I DON'T ship this couple ;) And promptly decided when he recognized her smell that I am getting sucked into this. It's so good. And your characterization of the poor touch-deprived Elizabeth is too good for words. She's so human :)
Little Red: sga - gimme hope lizzie - nostalgiamylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 02:39 pm (UTC)
Re: slow-burn-UST fic
YAY!! I have written innocuous Sheppard/Weir fic that Allie can read!! :)

She's so human :)

She is. And that's so hard. Because in some ways, she really does have to be... larger than life, and be a focus for people's hopes and frustrations. It's making me realize the complications inherent in pairing her off with anyone... but... on the other hand, she needs that more than most because of the isolation of her position.

*squeees like a total dork for having sucked you into Sheppard/Weir for the duration of fic-reading*
pellucid: s/w never far apart (made by natushka)pellucid on February 24th, 2005 02:55 am (UTC)
Oooohhh!!!! Love this!!! Mmm, neck rubs! I want one!!! And you've got some fantastic lines in this one:

That, and this really might be the closest she's come to a non-work-related conversation in far too long.

*snorts* I mean, um, poor Elizabeth!

It is so wonderfully good to feel warm skin that is not her own, and it makes her realize with mild horror how long it has been since she has been touched.

Not sexually, even. Just... touched.


Ooh, fantastic! This reminds me of a line from one of your DRR fics, actually--whichever one is my favorite. Something with Follmer and Monica, and John's all angsty, and they're cuddling on the couch (I'm doing this in hopes that the title will come to me, but it isn't working...). Anyway, some line in there where John wonders how long it has been since he has been intentionally touched--I've always loved that, and here you've got something similar with Elizabeth. That's such an important point, and really striking, I think! It is important for these poor, stressed-out workaholics to be intentionally touched and reminded that they are human--and sometimes just simple touching that is more important than sexual touching.

Anyway, loved this!!!! Yay always for Sachi!fic!!!
Little Red: sga - s/w do sex - unrehearsed_mylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 03:37 am (UTC)
*snorts* I mean, um, poor Elizabeth!

Her life is indeed pathetic in this one. Awww. But believably so, and I must intervene before she goes Janeway on us.

This reminds me of a line from one of your DRR fics, actually

Oh, crap! I forgot I'd already used that! Eep. It's... um... actually not *my* idea to begin with. There was a moment like that from "Life as a House", and holy crap, it just rocked my world so much that I think about it all the time with pairings and stuff, because these poor people often get so isolated, and touch is NECESSARY... *is tactile person, yo*. So. Um. Anyway. You may see that idea show up again. ;)

Although hopefully not in the badfic-that-won't-go-away in which John and Lizzie just make out a lot to relieve sexual tension and stress, or something. *rolls eyes at muse*
pellucid: s/w never far apart (made by natushka)pellucid on February 24th, 2005 03:45 am (UTC)
Oh, crap! I forgot I'd already used that! Eep.

I did not mean to imply that you shouldn't use it again! I like it a lot--use it whenever you want!!! I, too, am a tactile person, and these things are important! *spent half the weekend looking silly and unprofessional and probably rather lesbianish at an academic conference because kept hugging and randomly holding hands with long lost, beloved former roommate whom hadn't seen in months and months and months!!!*

Although hopefully not in the badfic-that-won't-go-away in which John and Lizzie just make out a lot to relieve sexual tension and stress, or something.

'Tis not badfic--'tis funfic!!! ;)
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 02:42 pm (UTC)
I like it a lot--use it whenever you want!!!

YAY!!! *does so* :)

And HEE re: your actions at conference... I totally randomly link arms with people at work and stuff. And people who don't know that my sister and I are sisters probably give us strange looks for periodically attacking each other with hugs and tackles and curling up together on couches because we never outgrew the puppy stage. (It was especially funny since we worked together all summer... people kept going '... did you two... know each other as kids, or something?')

Funfic YAY!!! Best. New. Term. EVER.
Pooh: timdawn friends (meg)mspooh on February 24th, 2005 03:55 am (UTC)
Friendship!fic! *fangirls you hard*

Elizabeth has Sheppard-radar - the telepathic link has got to be more proof that they are so meant to be. And if John gets his Weir-radar working, they can go around secretly stalking checking up on each other. Love how Elizabeth watches him sleep. I'd play with his hair, too... and maybe take advantage of him. But that's probably a MoreThanFriendship!Fic. Hee.

He looks different when he's asleep. Younger, and obviously more relaxed, but there's something especially nice about seeing him without the subtle, everpresent edge of defensiveness to his expressions.

It's amazing how young JF looks during Sheppard's lighter, more relaxed moments. That bit of defensiveness to him, along with the different facades he uses with different people, makes him a lot more introverted than he tries to be... which is good because otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hide the fact that he so lurrrrves Elizabeth. :)
Little Red: sga - love of a hero - lizmylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 02:10 pm (UTC)
Wheeeee! *is fangirled*

Elizabeth has Sheppard-radar - the telepathic link has got to be more proof that they are so meant to be.

I KNOW!! She really does! And this leads to potential for telepath-sex sort of!!

And if John gets his Weir-radar working, they can go around secretly stalking checking up on each other.

HEE! Totally! That would be highly amusing. In fact, I think it's a staple in a lot of recent fic -- there has been a whole bunch of fic with him watching her sleep.

That bit of defensiveness to him, along with the different facades he uses with different people, makes him a lot more introverted than he tries to be... which is good because otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hide the fact that he so lurrrrves Elizabeth. :)

Man, your COMMENTS have made me squeee like a total dork. HOW CUTE!! And yes. And awwww. He so does. And so has no clue what to do with it.
Pooh: dodgeball - effin' A (meegzi31)mspooh on February 25th, 2005 12:33 am (UTC)
HEE! Totally! That would be highly amusing. In fact, I think it's a staple in a lot of recent fic -- there has been a whole bunch of fic with him watching her sleep.

Well, I was thinking more along the lines of them using their radar for active... checking up... not just when one of them is sleeping. Or, erm... is that too much like Stalker!Fic? LOL
Little Red: sga - kinky mind sex - natushkamylittleredgirl on February 25th, 2005 02:16 pm (UTC)
I was thinking more along the lines of them using their radar for active... checking up... not just when one of them is sleeping.

Well, that's probably less like stalker!fic than when they *are* sleeping. But what do you mean? That they actually have some telepathic connection and can 'look into' each other beyond where they are and, perhaps, if they've been injured? Or just that they'll randomly show up in the mess hall at the same time always and will say a lot of "Fancy meeting you here!" "Well, THIS is a coincidence... again..."
a universal sigh: SGA - S/W - side by sidenaushika on February 24th, 2005 03:32 pm (UTC)
*squee!* I could live off a diet of your fic. *eats it* Mmm, filling. Gives my belly warm feelings. Hee.

And omg. SHEPPARD-RADAR! It's so true.
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on February 24th, 2005 03:38 pm (UTC)
Yay! Fluff is SO part of a balanced diet. :)

SHEPPARD-RADAR! It's so true.

IT REALLY IS. And the funny thing is that if you look at it *without* 'shippy undertones, it's more like mommy-radar than anything else. She walks into a room and identifies all the way John Sheppard could get himself injured or in trouble ;)
Jessij_guda on February 24th, 2005 08:33 pm (UTC)
I take a five minute break and suddenly there's fic everywhere!

God, this is lovely.

Quiet and real and wonderful.

*happy sigh*

I loved the fact that she misses being touched. Everyone does. That was perfect. (Sequel: John hugs! Not neccesarily shippy, just comforting. And smell. Elizabeth thinking about how comfortng she's come to find John's smell. *melts*)

I adore you. So. Very. Much.
Little Red: sga - sw incomplete - thetoofstermylittleredgirl on February 27th, 2005 01:22 am (UTC)
I loved the fact that she misses being touched.

As pellucid reminded me, it's a subject I keep going back to. I so agree. And Weir's position is isolating.

(Sequel: John hugs! Not neccesarily shippy, just comforting. And smell. Elizabeth thinking about how comfortng she's come to find John's smell. *melts*)

*squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!*
Tammy - never give up, never surrender: SG1 - S/J Groovy - besydbesyd on February 25th, 2005 03:33 am (UTC)
Excellent! This is fabulous!

And then he speaks, nuzzled into her skin, not quite nonsense. "... smell like..." and he all but sighs, "Elizabeth."

Mmmmm ... yum ...

He grins at that -- a totally honest, completely unaffected smile that makes her want to laugh for worrying at such a silly request.

Perfect. Totally them.

Whatever you want to call this, it's great!

Thank you!
Little Red: trek - naomi wildman - jen717mylittleredgirl on February 25th, 2005 04:53 am (UTC)
*clings*

It's just not the same without you!! :) Glad you liked it anyway, though! :)
Tammy - never give up, never surrender: SG1 - S/J Deserve - besydbesyd on February 25th, 2005 05:29 am (UTC)
[clings back]
tarkheena lizzeeen: lantis - sparky pantsliminalliz on February 25th, 2005 05:16 am (UTC)
ps. I still *love* this. ^_^
Little Red: gleee! - nenyamylittleredgirl on February 27th, 2005 01:23 am (UTC)
Wheeeeeee!! :)
anr: sheppardweir momentsanr on September 2nd, 2005 09:04 am (UTC)
Ok, before I start, I'd just like to state -- for the record -- that I ADORE this fic and that I have spent many weeks... months?... trying (and failing) to not reread it constantly. That said, here is some really belated fb. :)

more disturbing if she acknowledges how her moments of intuition are often specifically related to John Sheppard.

HEE! Yay for the shep!radar. I love this skill of hers.

He looks different when he's asleep. Younger, and obviously more relaxed, but there's something especially nice about seeing him without the subtle, everpresent edge of defensiveness to his expressions.

Oh, yes. He really is quite defensive on the show (except when he's flirting with her. heh) so commenting on a lack of that while he's asleep is beautiful. Excellent description (and very perceptive of Liz to classify it as such).

as particularly kind or sweet or hopeful when he's being belligerent in a mission briefing, but then, she has long suspected he'd be quite a bit different around her if she wasn't standing in a role of authority.

HEE!

That idea appeals to her.

Appeals to me too. ;)

She likes him, either in spite of their professional differences or because of the effort they've both put into resolving them. She can't help but wish that there was a nice, easy way to take off the leader hat long enough to just be around him like this.

Lovely. A very natural desire for her to have, especially considering how isolated she must feel sometimes from the rest of them.

than authority figures... but she has observed him with other people and thinks that he's not completely open with them, either.

I love both the idea of her observing him and, again, the fact that she sees him as somewhat guarded.

She has a feeling that he'd snap awake if she called out his rank in that voice, but he looks happy and so it seems cruel to shake him out of it so abruptly.

He would, too. He's just as tuned in to her as she is to him, and if she used his rank, he'd be front and centre in a heartbeat for her...

He smiles, literally dreamily, and it gives her a sinking feeling in her stomach that's entirely too pleasant.

*shares that entirely too pleasant feeling*

Yeah. She mostly wants to be friends with him, because she suspects he'd understand her and treat her in the totally normal way she longs to be treated after so many months of uninterrupted leadership, but that face wouldn't be a bad thing to wake up to.

eeeee!

sleeps like a log). That, and this really might be the closest she's come to a non-work-related conversation in far too long.

Aww! Poor Liz. :)

Her hand finds its way to his hairline of its own volition, and she can't help trying to smooth down an errant spike of hair. She brushes her fingers across his forehead, tracing faint worry lines that lie in a different pattern than her own but probably spring from similar causes.

Damn. You've found me out. After holding hands, hands-in-hair/hands-on-faces is entirely my second favourite kink. *dies*

comfortable despite the angle of his neck and hums something so contented that for a second -- more than a second -- she forgets and wants this to be real. She wants to see him relaxed and unguarded around her in more than just a chance, exhausted encounter.

Oh...

And then he speaks, nuzzled into her skin, not quite nonsense. "... smell like..." and he all but sighs, "Elizabeth."
And suddenly, it's way too real.


... eeeeeeee! That is just gorgeous. I love that tiny little revelation, couched in sleeptalk, and all that it represents...

He knows what she smells like, and that knowledge and that smile and that wistful tone of voice -- if sleep-talking can be ascribed emotion in the same way as normal speech -- all mean something.

... and I especially love that she realises that too.

(fb tbc)
anr: sheppardweir otpanr on September 2nd, 2005 09:05 am (UTC)
(fb tbc)

"Mmm?" He's still mostly asleep, and she knows this because -- even though his head ends up craned at an even stranger angle -- he turns his cheek closer into her palm.
She pulls her hand back. "Rise and shine, Major."


Aww. Poor John... denied his comfort. And poor Liz, too, for suddenly thinking she needs the distance.

John awkwardly rubs at his neck and, because she's sitting right there and it would almost seem strange not to, somehow, she swats his hand away. "Here, let me."

uh huh. Suuuuuuure... it's entirely normal for your CO to suddenly start giving you a massage, just because they're beside you. *cough*justification much?*cough*

It is so wonderfully good to feel warm skin that is not her own, and it makes her realize with mild horror how long it has been since she has been touched.
Not sexually, even. Just... touched.


*hums happily*

John drops his head back slightly. "God, you're good at that."
She ignores the spark of something like electricity that curls all through her at the tone of his voice. "Practice," she replies.


guh. Love his voice and her reaction and, yeah. *loves*

"With boyfriends?"

omg -- I cannot believe you had him ask that.

She doesn't know why he asks it, but what she can see of his face looks too blissed out from her attention to his knotted shoulders for it to be a calculated, leading question. "And co-workers."

HA! Oh, it may not be deliberately leading, but it's certainly not an innocent question. ;)

"Shouldn't let it get out," he quirks a grin she can hear more than see, "or you'll never get any work done." He's quiet for a moment, then sighs deeply. "Not that it wouldn't be worth it."
She snickers. This feels good.


They are too, too adorable when they're all friendly and comfortable and softly flirting with each other.

Maybe taking off the leader hat isn't such a dramatic move, after all. She should use her Sheppard-radar to ambush him in his sleep more often.

*adds vote for this*

They're quiet for a comfortable few minutes, but soon she realizes that her massage strokes are slowing and, if anything, the muscles beneath her hands are growing tenser.

Guh. I love how you imply so much by saying so very little. Gorgeous.

He visibly starts a bit at his rank, and that somehow reminds her of the way he breathed her name -- like maybe it wasn't the first time he'd talked to her in his sleep. She wouldn't have expected that. And though it might not mean anything -- and if it does, she should be far more concerned than she is -- the thought is making her quietly happy.

Definitely wasn't the first time and certainly won't be the last... a thought that makes ME happy also. ;)

He turns. He doesn't quite meet her eyes, and for a moment, she's actually afraid to ask. If she has crossed a line he isn't comfortable with, this will only make it worse.
She asks anyway.
"The next time you take a break for a movie... invite me?"


Oh, beautiful. I love her hesitation there -- and his -- and how she asks anyway.

He grins at that -- a totally honest, completely unaffected smile that makes her want to laugh for worrying at such a silly request.

HEE!

"Sure," he nods. John goes to walk away again, but pauses to raise an eyebrow at her. "I'll hold you to that."
Elizabeth feels like the air around her has gotten lighter and easier to breathe. "I'll look forward to it."
After he leaves, she gives herself a few seconds to just sit on the couch and smile.


You write the sweetest, most lovely things. I love how so much of this fic is about what is unsaid. It's about connection -- physical, otherwise -- and I love that you found this nice, easy way for Liz and John to do that. She should definitely be with him when he's all sleepy more often (preferably by sharing the same sleeping space with him. heh). ;)

*loves*