Candy Hearts, by
hyacinthian M
Feb. 9th, 2007 02:48 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
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Rec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir
Category: Sheppard/Weir, smut
Warning: sexual situations
Author on LJ:
hyacinthian
Author's Website: ???
Link: Candy Hearts
Why This Must Be Read: Besides the fact that Valentines day is coming up soon, and thus I think this fic is perfectly appropriate for it, this fic was just hot... and slightly kinky. In a way that totally worked for me.
He meets her at ten, as she had said, for a meeting, which everyone seems to dread. Except for him. Because it’s Valentine’s Day and the meeting is Phase 1 of Operation Rescue-Valentine’s-Day-for-Lizzie. He seats himself directly across from her on purpose. The meeting begins and they’re talking about future defense plans against the Wraith and other things like that. He pays attention, but his eyes rake over her hungrily. Her eyes flit back and forth, restless. She ends the meeting early.
She retreats to her office and he follows in suit, taking his characteristic seat on the corner of her desk. She looks frustrated. “What was that?” she demands. He shrugs it off.
“What?”
“That look.”
He still plays the confused card. “What look?”
She snaps. “At the meeting! You looked like you were going to—” She stops mid-sentence, and her face flushes bright red. Composing herself, she turns to face him. “Lewdly,” she tries, weakly. “You looked at me lewdly.”
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir
Category: Sheppard/Weir, smut
Warning: sexual situations
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author's Website: ???
Link: Candy Hearts
Why This Must Be Read: Besides the fact that Valentines day is coming up soon, and thus I think this fic is perfectly appropriate for it, this fic was just hot... and slightly kinky. In a way that totally worked for me.
He meets her at ten, as she had said, for a meeting, which everyone seems to dread. Except for him. Because it’s Valentine’s Day and the meeting is Phase 1 of Operation Rescue-Valentine’s-Day-for-Lizzie. He seats himself directly across from her on purpose. The meeting begins and they’re talking about future defense plans against the Wraith and other things like that. He pays attention, but his eyes rake over her hungrily. Her eyes flit back and forth, restless. She ends the meeting early.
She retreats to her office and he follows in suit, taking his characteristic seat on the corner of her desk. She looks frustrated. “What was that?” she demands. He shrugs it off.
“What?”
“That look.”
He still plays the confused card. “What look?”
She snaps. “At the meeting! You looked like you were going to—” She stops mid-sentence, and her face flushes bright red. Composing herself, she turns to face him. “Lewdly,” she tries, weakly. “You looked at me lewdly.”