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07 March 2005 @ 11:14 pm
oh, sakuracorr...  
(This didn't fit in comments, so I'm posting it here. Since sakuracorr and I are sharing a brain tonight, I blame half of it on her. Well, the idea is *entirely* her fault, the execution is mine.)

(If you do choose to read it, it's un-read-over and definitely fluffy funfic. And Sheppard/Weir, established relationship. And I really need that Pinky and the Brain icon now that was running around recently.)


Your icon distracted me into thinking about Weir sniffing Sheppard's hair.

*is really thinking about Pinky and the Brain now*


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If Elizabeth Weir could travel back in time eighteen months to her first day on this expedition, this -- along with the coordinates to their recently acquired ZPM, of course -- would be the crucial information she'd bring back for herself.

John Sheppard -- undisciplined, troublemaker, headstrong subordinate -- is bent completely and totally to her will just by playing with his hair.

Like now, for example. Their most recent media care package from Earth is open on the floor in front of them, full of video games and action movies and the complete coverage of Superbowl XXXX, and here they are watching an art movie. In a language he doesn't speak. And all because she asked him his entertainment preference while massaging his head, and got in response only those four magic words...

"Whatever you want, Elizabeth."

Seriously. It might have seemed a little odd her first week in a new galaxy to reach across the briefing room and pet her ranking military officer behind the ears, but it would have saved her a whole lot of aggravation.

"Enjoying the film?" she can't help but tease, scratching her nails up the shorter hair on the back of his head.

"No," he all but hums, and when he drops his head back against the inside of her knee -- he's sitting on the floor in front of the couch to give her the best angle of attack -- she can see his eyes are closed. That can't possibly help with the subtitles, but then, she's not really watching the screen either. This is more about time together than about catching up on the latest Cannes winner (while hundreds of thousands of light-years away from France). Besides, the entertainment and media box will only stretch so far -- Elizabeth is absolutely certain she'll have the chance to see this movie again. And again. And again. And if she doesn't have John Sheppard melting practically in her lap at the time, making happy sounds that send sparks through her and smelling like... well... like John, she might actually pay attention to it, too.

She massages his ears with her thumbs and fingers for a moment, and then goes back to trailing her nails through his hair in a way that makes it stand up in even wilder disarray.

He moans. "I think I might love you."

She rolls her eyes, but it's sweet. He still only says it when it's absolutely clear that he's joking, but he makes a point of joking about it so often now that it's starting to feel like he's... testing the waters. "You'd say that to anyone who gave you head." She leans over and whispers that last in his ear -- the activity of playing with his hair is perfectly innocent, but their name for it isn't one she wants taken out of context by the Atlantis rumor mill. The last thing she wants to hear going around is that she was doing that to him in the video lounge -- it has only been for the past month or so that they've felt comfortable enough in their new relationship (relatively new for her, at least, but, at six months, the longest he's ever had) to put themselves even on this kind of potentially public display.

He tilts his face up to grin wickedly at her. "Ah, but you're the best at it." He points at the TV. "Are you really watching that?"

"No," she admits. Then, because as fun as public displays of hair-petting are, they only have so many nights off together, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

John snickers and, in the worst cockney accent she's ever heard, responds with, "I think so, Brain, but where are we going to find cheese at this time of night?"

"... What?" She doesn't think he's been drinking. Maybe Carson's post-mission exam wasn't thorough enough this time around. Or -- and this is much more likely -- this is an in-joke she hasn't heard yet. Being leader, she usually isn't privy to the nuances of what Atlantis finds funny from day to day until John decides to enlighten her.

"You never watched cartoons?"

Now he's two for two on unexpected statements. "Cartoons? Like... Saturday morning cartoons?"

"Nope." John turns around and props his chin on her knee, smirking up at her. One of his hands slides up to play with the inseam of her jeans -- getting rather indecently high up her thigh for a public setting -- but she's pretty sure it's unconscious. "Afternoons. Pinky and the Brain. Animaniacs? Come on, Elizabeth."

She decides not to slap his hand away. "When we were kids?"

"No. Ten years ago, maybe."

His hair is truly ridiculous in its currently spiked-out state, and it's made even more so by the goofy look underneath it. "I didn't really spend much time watching TV in the afternoons."

"Too much heavy reading?"

"Something like that." She tries to brush down the worst of the mess she's made of his hair, but doesn't succeed. "I can't picture you spending your afternoons watching cartoons, either."

He looks almost hurt, like she has accused him of something terrible. He's actually pouting. "You can't?"

She's romancing a child. This, along with the total devastation of personal morale he experienced last week when Ford and Teyla ganged up to beat his high score in some sort of video game about exploding cars and guns and skateboards or something -- not to mention the all-night gaming session he undertook to retake it -- only confirms it. Her boyfriend (if he is her boyfriend -- he's a little unclear on that) is twelve years old.

"Actually, I can picture it perfectly."

He beams. The hand on her thigh is getting awfully close to tickling, and even though his innocent expression doesn't flinch, she knows it's on purpose. "You're missing out, you know. It's educational."

"Oh, and I'm sure that's why you spent all your time watching it."

"I never do anything without a very important reason."

She smirks. "I'm sure."

He all but crawls up her body to kiss her. Somehow it's funny -- even though, she rationalizes, he still smells nice and has stopped tickling her so she should be more horny than amused -- and she can't keep from giggling as his tongue slips into her mouth.

He pulls back. "Hey!"

She's remembering his terrible accent now, and can't quite get her amusement under enough control to resume their makeout session. (And making out on the couch makes it seem like they're both twelve, but there it is.) "So... what did you call me?"

"What?"

"Brain?"

John looks slightly annoyed that she's interrupting his first proper attempt at seduction of the evening, but, as turnabout is fair play, she feels no guilt. "The Brain is... a genetically engineered mouse. Always coming up with a genius plan to take over the world."

She pouts. "Sounds more like Rodney than me."

John gets the look he gets when he's thinking up some sort of joke that Rodney McKay will hate, and Elizabeth starts shaking her head.

"No, John..."

"What?"

Best to ignore it. She pokes him in the shoulder. "So, if I'm The Brain, then who are you?"

"Well, I wouldn't say it's me. The Brain's sidekick is another mouse who messes everything up."

"Aww. So, the villain?"

"Nah. Just a lovable idiot."

She reaches up to flatten an especially ridiculous spike of hair and grins. And then, since her hand's already there, and since she's as addicted to the action as he is, she runs her fingers through his hair again. "I'd say that sounds exactly like you."

"I'm not going to stand for being insulted," he tries to look chiding, but his eyes are already heavy-lidded from what she's doing to him. She again muses on how easy he is now that she's found his weakness. Like putty in her hands.

"So what're you going to do about it?"

And there they are, the four magic words she intends to milk for a very long time:

"Whatever you want, Elizabeth."
 
 
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hear: hi-ho, do you know, the names of the US residents...
 
 
 
pellucid: s/w never far apart (made by natushka)pellucid on March 8th, 2005 04:33 am (UTC)
You're amazing, you know! *loves*
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 02:50 am (UTC)
*squeeee* thank you!!!

*twitters happily to self*
Your *Mom*'s A Cylon!: shepweir3(unrehearsed_)astrum_presul on March 8th, 2005 04:33 am (UTC)
HAAA!!! "The same thing we do every night Pinkie..."

Beautiful. ;)

And that would be an interesting... and oh so high school, rumor to have floating around Atlantis...
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 03:00 am (UTC)
The great thing is that that rumor has probably *already* gone around a few times, and John and Liz have no idea why people look at them funny periodically, and keep wondering if their shirts are on backwards or something.

And then John's all "You know, if people are already saying it-"

"No."

"Aww, come on, you didn't hear the end of my suggestion!"

"Whatever it is, no."

*pouts* "You're no fun."

*warning glare*

"We could just make out, you know. We wouldn't have to take anything off."

"Keep it up, mister, and we really won't be taking anything off."

"... can you at least muss up your hair a little bit the next time we're in a turbolift transporter?"
Bitch-extraordinaire!: Amanda looks happy!sakuracorr on March 8th, 2005 04:36 am (UTC)
*squees and dances about like an idiot* I'm happy to take my share of the credit :D

*babbles a long list of likes about the ficlet thingy* *eyes* It's cheating to use the joint brain into manipulating me into fits of glee! Do it again!
Little Red: xf - msr original 'ship - liminallizmylittleredgirl on March 8th, 2005 06:19 am (UTC)
I am *not* writing a fic about Mulder's fish!
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Pooh: VM - internet sex (by buffyx)mspooh on March 8th, 2005 04:42 am (UTC)
Weeeeeeeeeee! Fluffy funfic! So much squee. *fangirls you*

That 'head' line made me spit my Coke all over the laptop. Who knew reading funfic could be so messy. Loved all the cuteness, and John joking/not-joking about loving her and her responding eye roll. And the visual of John pulling an all-nighter to reclaim his game high score from Ford and Teyla cracks me up. They're all children. Hee.
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 07:46 pm (UTC)
*squeees* yay! I'm so glad you liked it! :)

That 'head' line made me spit my Coke all over the laptop.

BWAH HA HA... er... I mean, ew, sticky. I'm sorry! except not

and John joking/not-joking about loving her and her responding eye roll.

I'm realizing that my John and Elizabeth have very little trouble shacking up, and a whole lot of trouble with admitting that they like like each other. But they're fun that way. *evils*
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*babbles* - mylittleredgirl on March 11th, 2005 05:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
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Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 07:47 pm (UTC)
they're laboratory mice...
I AM SO EXCITED THAT YOU HAVE NOW SEEN ATLANTIS!! And very excited that I've been working on you with the Sheppard/Weir for a while now to keep you from being STOLEN by the McWeir 'shippers... mwahhaha

I LOVE THAT EPISODE!! OMG. I want Pinky and the Brain on DVD right now or something. *craves mouse shenanigans*
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Little Redmylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 07:50 pm (UTC)
a war down south in dixie!
So trueeeee!! I never really learned the country song, ALAS, but it was truly awesome too. But the President's song ROCKS, and makes me snicker whenever people are talking about actual American history. "Young and fierce was Franklin Pierce, the man without a chin..."
Rose Wilde-Irishrosewildeirish on March 8th, 2005 05:00 am (UTC)
PINKY & THE BRAIN!!! *loves*

:)
Little Red: gleee! - nenyamylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 07:50 pm (UTC)
*grins* THEY ARE THE BEST!!!
A.j.: geekyaj on March 8th, 2005 05:04 am (UTC)
*falls over laughing*
I was actually just discussing the need for Animaniacs dvd's with Mo earlier this week.

Me: "We need Animaniacs on DVD."
Mo: "Except Buttons and Mindy."
Me: "I felt bad for Buttons."
Mo: "EVERYONE felt bad for Buttons. Mindy needed to die messily."
Me: "But she was blonde and cute!"
Mo: "And roughly the same age as Paris Hilton."
Me: "...you really hate Paris Hilton, don't you?"
Mo: "Her WATCH costs $40,000."
Me: "...hate her accountant more?"
Mo: "I liked Goodfeathers."
Me: "Word."
Bitch-extraordinaire!: Jenny againsakuracorr on March 8th, 2005 05:58 am (UTC)
Re: *falls over laughing*
Goodfeathers ruled mightily!
Re: *falls over laughing* - mylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 07:53 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Little Red: sga - s/w do sex - unrehearsed_mylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 07:56 pm (UTC)
*twitters happily*

Yay! John Sheppard is indeed teh cute. *pets him*

Laaaaaa. I am pleased you like my random fic!

Thus, there must be a "Whatever you want, Elizabeth" series of ficlets. I wager they'd get progressively porny :-p

HAHAHAHAHA. You know me too well. ;) Hey, if *you'd* like to write one of them, you should feel free...
rogue equestrian: SGA:: Shweir:: so doing itelvinborn on March 8th, 2005 06:14 am (UTC)
*bg*
I now desperately want Weir to reach over during a briefing and start petting Shep.
I also adore the image of him looking up at her with his chin resting on her knee and smirking. probably with big puppy-dog eyes :)

Fluff is goood :D
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 07:57 pm (UTC)
*bwah ha ha* You know, I don't think I'd fully pictured that until right now. HA!

Ford: "Er... ma'am?"

McKay: "WHAT!? We don't... we don't need to SEE this kind of... random displays of cuteness inappropriate for the workplace!"

Teyla: *large eyes of confusion and worry*
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tarkheena lizzeeen: labyrinth - jareth laughsliminalliz on March 8th, 2005 06:15 am (UTC)
*highly disturbed but loves you MADLY for this*
Little Red: sga - sw incomplete - thetoofstermylittleredgirl on March 8th, 2005 06:17 am (UTC)
*frowns*

I SO would not have posted this if it were not for your declaration of love for my badfic earlier, yo. Why are you disturbed?
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Stef: Shep/Weir Wet - by phrenitisstef94 on March 8th, 2005 06:35 am (UTC)
*fangirls you*
I *heart* you so much. You keep feeding my Shep/Weir fic addiction with wonderfully smutty/fluffy/funficcy fic :-)

Thank you thank you thank you thank you!! :-)
Little Red: sga - love of a hero - lizmylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 08:01 pm (UTC)
Yay!!! *STARES AT YOUR ICON* er. Wow. Your icon is great. :)

And you're WELCOME! Shep/Weir smutty/fluffy/funficcy addictions are great, especially when they get fed with things. Mmmmmmmm. *craves*

*adores you*
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I'm not very interesting: He's with meastropoet on March 8th, 2005 11:34 am (UTC)
*loves* fabulous... petted Sheppard.

"Whatever you want Elizabeth"

Hee!
Little Red: sga - sw incomplete - thetoofstermylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 08:04 pm (UTC)
*grins* wheeeee! And yay. Sheppard would be so totally whipped. And trying to pretend he isn't. And it would be cute.

"I do NOT do everything Elizabeth says!"

McKay: "Oh, you do so."

John: "I DON'T!"

Ford: "Well... you do, sir."

John: "What? I disagree with her all the TIME!"

McKay: "Well, yeah, until she gives you that look that means... you know what? I'd rather not think too much about what that look means. I'm going to go... analyze something."

Ford: *snickers*

John: *sulks*

Teyla: "I believe it is sweet."

John: "Oh, I'm sure you do."
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Nikenikej on March 8th, 2005 11:34 am (UTC)
This, along with the total devastation of personal morale he experienced last week when Ford and Teyla ganged up to beat his high score in some sort of video game about exploding cars and guns and skateboards or something -- not to mention the all-night gaming session he undertook to retake it -- only confirms it.

*dies*
Little Redmylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 08:04 pm (UTC)
They totally need to have video games.
Tammy - never give up, never surrender: SG1 - Sam Hee - besydbesyd on March 9th, 2005 05:17 pm (UTC)
WHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! How fun is this?!!! You are ... amazing!!!!!

and smelling like... well... like John

[melts]

She's romancing a child.

Heeee!!! So true! And so cute!

And now I shall forever have John's new nickname for Liz in my head ... Pinkie.
Little Red: sg - s/j don't talk about love - nos'mylittleredgirl on March 9th, 2005 08:08 pm (UTC)
YAYYYY!! I am so glad you liked it!

I hope you aren't upset that I haven't been forwarding these things to you for beta -- but you've been away and I've been rather tired and hide-y lately and I'm n oticing that if I sit on stuff too long (especially fluffy funfic-y random stuff like this) I end up just... never posting it. *still totally adores you*

(But it makes sense to me that there can be two classes of fanfic, the "omg whee random posting JOY!" fic and the "I have Thought About This and Talked It Over With Smart People" fic... yes? mebbe? I do warn people which is which!)

Heeee!!! So true! And so cute!

:) He and Jack are so the same that way... except John has a good deal less of the actual grown-up-darkness. I mean, more so than your average actual human being, but less so than Jack! ... At least in my head. He's screwed up in a less dramatic way.
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