Beyond Repair, by irony_rocks (R)
Jun. 30th, 2009 09:05 pmRec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: Sheppard/Wier
Category: episode-tag, PWP
Warnings: sexual situations and language
Author on LJ:
irony_rocks
Author's Website: none that I could find
Link: Beyond Repair
Why This Must Be Read:
It's an episode tag to The Storm/The Eye, good episodes in and of themselves. Waking up after a night together, Elizabeth ponders the implications of their actions, while John is entirely relaxed about the situation. Every day they deal with being cut off from Earth and the dangers they face in the Pegasus galaxy so isn't it okay for them to find solace together?
Two days ago, the closest physical contact she’d ever had with Major John Sheppard was a lingering touch on the forearm that had lasted two seconds too long. So when Elizabeth woke up this morning to find him curled up naked against her back, arm warped tightly across her waist in a strong grip, she should have had a moment’s worth of disorientation. She should have cursed or jolted or frozen stiff at finding herself encased in this entanglement of limbs.
His face was buried in her hair and she could tell from his warm breath on her neck and ear that he was still dead to the world. His two-day-old beard stubble tickled her where it grazed against her skin, and it was strange after months of sleeping alone in her bed to suddenly wake up to find a man – John Sheppard, no less – in it with her.
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Pairing: Sheppard/Wier
Category: episode-tag, PWP
Warnings: sexual situations and language
Author on LJ:
Author's Website: none that I could find
Link: Beyond Repair
Why This Must Be Read:
It's an episode tag to The Storm/The Eye, good episodes in and of themselves. Waking up after a night together, Elizabeth ponders the implications of their actions, while John is entirely relaxed about the situation. Every day they deal with being cut off from Earth and the dangers they face in the Pegasus galaxy so isn't it okay for them to find solace together?
Two days ago, the closest physical contact she’d ever had with Major John Sheppard was a lingering touch on the forearm that had lasted two seconds too long. So when Elizabeth woke up this morning to find him curled up naked against her back, arm warped tightly across her waist in a strong grip, she should have had a moment’s worth of disorientation. She should have cursed or jolted or frozen stiff at finding herself encased in this entanglement of limbs.
His face was buried in her hair and she could tell from his warm breath on her neck and ear that he was still dead to the world. His two-day-old beard stubble tickled her where it grazed against her skin, and it was strange after months of sleeping alone in her bed to suddenly wake up to find a man – John Sheppard, no less – in it with her.
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