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sg_lab2Title: Moments in Time
Author: sg_lab
Characters/Pairing: Weir/Lorne
Spoiler: Mckay & Mrs. Miller, Progeny
Beta: Nope
Rating: kid friendly
Note: Finally I got this part done. I started it and it took a couple days before I deleted what I had and rewrote it.
Moment 6
It was a month later and Rodney had been back on full duty for a week. He and John were back to their usual level of snark.
It had also been a little over a month since the Daedalus had left for Earth and now that they didn’t have a ZPM it was unclear when the next time they would have any kind of contact with Earth.
Elizabeth and Marc continued to run into each other every now and then during their late night jogs. Sometimes they would continue together on their tour of the city and other times they would take a detour to the commissary to have a late night snack.
It took her awhile to work on Major Lorne, but Elizabeth managed to convince him to call her by her first name. By the end of the month they were Elizabeth and Marc in private.
Elizabeth collapsed into the nearest chair in the empty commissary. “How far did we go this time?” She asked Marc who collapsed into his own chair next to her while breathing hard.
“I don’t know, but you’re really wound up lately. Turn around,” she raised a single eyebrow and he grinned. “I thought I’d just get some of those kinks out of your shoulders…if you want,” he back pedaled.
She grinned. “All right,” his hands came to rest on her shoulders and it startled her for a moment before she began to relax. His thumbs pressed into her shoulders blades and she couldn’t stifle the groan. “That feels wonderful.”
“What’s got you all wound up anyway?” He asked as he continued.
“We’re more cut off from Earth now. The Daeadalus is overdue. We have the Wraith and now the Assurans. Take your pick.”
“You need to lean on people a little more, Elizabeth. Unload some of your worries on someone else.”
“Are you volunteering?” She felt his hands stop and rest on her shoulders so she looked up. “Marc?”
“I’d like that,” his right hand moved up her cheek and Elizabeth swallowed hard when she saw the intensity in his eyes. He stepped around her bringing his right hand around behind her head and his left hand up to cup her cheek. Their lips met in a soft tentative kiss.
She tensed for a brief moment before reaching out with her hands letting them rest on his back. The kiss intensified and Marc moved so he was now kneeling in between her legs. This gave her greater access to him and she wrapped her arms around his middle.
When neither could carry on without another breath they parted breathing hard for a completely different reason now.
Marc’s hands moved to rest on her sides and hers moved to rest on his shoulders. Their foreheads were pressed together. “What about you?” She asked.
“What do you mean?” He looked up at her.
“Do you need someone to unload your worries?”
“Yeah,” he smiled. “I think I do.”
“I think I know the perfect person.”
“I’d love for you to tell me about this person,” he was grinning.
“I will, but not tonight,” she was smirking at him. “You need a shower.”
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Author: sg_lab
Characters/Pairing: Weir/Lorne
Spoiler: Mckay & Mrs. Miller, Progeny
Beta: Nope
Rating: kid friendly
Note: Finally I got this part done. I started it and it took a couple days before I deleted what I had and rewrote it.
Moment 6
It was a month later and Rodney had been back on full duty for a week. He and John were back to their usual level of snark.
It had also been a little over a month since the Daedalus had left for Earth and now that they didn’t have a ZPM it was unclear when the next time they would have any kind of contact with Earth.
Elizabeth and Marc continued to run into each other every now and then during their late night jogs. Sometimes they would continue together on their tour of the city and other times they would take a detour to the commissary to have a late night snack.
It took her awhile to work on Major Lorne, but Elizabeth managed to convince him to call her by her first name. By the end of the month they were Elizabeth and Marc in private.
Elizabeth collapsed into the nearest chair in the empty commissary. “How far did we go this time?” She asked Marc who collapsed into his own chair next to her while breathing hard.
“I don’t know, but you’re really wound up lately. Turn around,” she raised a single eyebrow and he grinned. “I thought I’d just get some of those kinks out of your shoulders…if you want,” he back pedaled.
She grinned. “All right,” his hands came to rest on her shoulders and it startled her for a moment before she began to relax. His thumbs pressed into her shoulders blades and she couldn’t stifle the groan. “That feels wonderful.”
“What’s got you all wound up anyway?” He asked as he continued.
“We’re more cut off from Earth now. The Daeadalus is overdue. We have the Wraith and now the Assurans. Take your pick.”
“You need to lean on people a little more, Elizabeth. Unload some of your worries on someone else.”
“Are you volunteering?” She felt his hands stop and rest on her shoulders so she looked up. “Marc?”
“I’d like that,” his right hand moved up her cheek and Elizabeth swallowed hard when she saw the intensity in his eyes. He stepped around her bringing his right hand around behind her head and his left hand up to cup her cheek. Their lips met in a soft tentative kiss.
She tensed for a brief moment before reaching out with her hands letting them rest on his back. The kiss intensified and Marc moved so he was now kneeling in between her legs. This gave her greater access to him and she wrapped her arms around his middle.
When neither could carry on without another breath they parted breathing hard for a completely different reason now.
Marc’s hands moved to rest on her sides and hers moved to rest on his shoulders. Their foreheads were pressed together. “What about you?” She asked.
“What do you mean?” He looked up at her.
“Do you need someone to unload your worries?”
“Yeah,” he smiled. “I think I do.”
“I think I know the perfect person.”
“I’d love for you to tell me about this person,” he was grinning.
“I will, but not tonight,” she was smirking at him. “You need a shower.”
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Date: 2006-09-13 03:33 pm (UTC)