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stargateficrecRec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir, Mitchell/Weir
Category: angst, romance
Warnings: spoilers for "Ghost In The Machine"
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
rillarilla
Author's Website: none
Link: http://rillarilla.livejournal.com/4772.html
Why This Must Be Read:
This must be read because it's a fic about Elizabeth and John failing to find a way to make their relationship work despite their love. John's plotting when jealous of Cameron is priceless. The ending is particularly poignant.
Of the many, many fantasies John has had since he discovered girls, it’s safe to say that none ever involved his boss rooting around in his pants pocket with her toes.
After today, though, it’ll probably climb the charts.
“Got the knife yet?” he asks her, trying to keep his voice steady. It earns him a glare as she puffs her hair out of her eyes. She goes back to work and John looks away, trying to focus on their surroundings and ignore the way Elizabeth’s foot is wiggling against his inner thigh and – Jesus.
Right. Trees. Stars. Moons. Dirt. The natives who might come back to kill them. Or who might kill them by never coming back. Yuck. The totem pole thing his hands are tied behind. The matching one a few feet away that Elizabeth’s bound to. The way her lean body arches in an effort to reach the knife in his pocket. The little gasps she makes from the strain…
Panting with exertion, Elizabeth uses her other foot to hook his belt for leverage. Her heel lands on his crotch and she freezes as it becomes evident that John is not distracted at all.
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir, Mitchell/Weir
Category: angst, romance
Warnings: spoilers for "Ghost In The Machine"
Author on LJ:
rillarilla Author's Website: none
Link: http://rillarilla.livejournal.com/4772.html
Why This Must Be Read:
This must be read because it's a fic about Elizabeth and John failing to find a way to make their relationship work despite their love. John's plotting when jealous of Cameron is priceless. The ending is particularly poignant.
Of the many, many fantasies John has had since he discovered girls, it’s safe to say that none ever involved his boss rooting around in his pants pocket with her toes.
After today, though, it’ll probably climb the charts.
“Got the knife yet?” he asks her, trying to keep his voice steady. It earns him a glare as she puffs her hair out of her eyes. She goes back to work and John looks away, trying to focus on their surroundings and ignore the way Elizabeth’s foot is wiggling against his inner thigh and – Jesus.
Right. Trees. Stars. Moons. Dirt. The natives who might come back to kill them. Or who might kill them by never coming back. Yuck. The totem pole thing his hands are tied behind. The matching one a few feet away that Elizabeth’s bound to. The way her lean body arches in an effort to reach the knife in his pocket. The little gasps she makes from the strain…
Panting with exertion, Elizabeth uses her other foot to hook his belt for leverage. Her heel lands on his crotch and she freezes as it becomes evident that John is not distracted at all.
