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sg_lab2Title: Moments in Time 8/?
Author: sg_lab
Pairing/Characters: Weir/Lorne
Rating: Teen I suppose
Spoilers: The Return
Beta: Nope
Notes: Let's just say Marcus Lorne wears out Elizabeth Weir properly. ;) Lots of angst and a good chunk of comfort
Moment 8
Elizabeth shook her head realizing her door chime had been ringing. Taking another glance out her bedroom balcony, she stepped back in and walked over to her door.
She checked her watch just before opening the door and realized she had been standing on her balcony for almost an hour.
“Marc!” She exclaimed as the door opened. She gave him her first genuine smile since a group of Ancients arrived a little over ten hours ago and told her and her expedition to leave the city.
“My team and I got back about a half hour ago. Col. Sheppard just briefed me a few minutes ago,” Marcus Lorne stepped into the room and pulled Elizabeth into a hug.
The smile had fallen from her face and Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Marc’s shoulder. The back of his jacket was bunched into her fists and he could hear a silent gasp.
Marc walked her in further so the door shut behind him. He continued to hold her as he felt small tremors course through her body. He pulled back just enough to look at her face and found her beautiful features contorted as if she were trying to hold back the tears.
“I wish I knew what I could do…” his words were cut off as she placed three fingers lightly over his lips.
“Stay with me tonight,” her eyes were hopeful.
Marc wrapped a hand around her hand that held the fingers to his lips. Pulling the fingers away only after giving them a light kiss he nodded.
He walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the foot of her bed. His arms wrapped around her middle kissing her deeply feeling her arms return to their former spot around his shoulders.
His hands began to explore and found the hem of her shirt. His fingers tunneled their way under the material and swept up her back coming to her bra.
She pulled back enough to remove her shirt. Not giving him much chance to do anything, she pulled his jacket off his shoulders dropping it to the floor; his own shirt went soon after. She proceeded to kiss his neck and throat continuing a path down his chest.
“Elizabeth,” he sighed in consternation. “I want to touch you.”
“Soon,” she said giving his well defined pecs several kisses. She came to his belly button and began to undo his pants.
He pulled her up by her shoulders pressing her close to him as he grinned in triumph.
“What now, flyboy?” She eyed him with a raised eyebrow and a gleam in her eyes.
“This,” before she knew it she was laying on her back and he was kneeling over her.
“I’m impressed,” she gave him a mock solemn look.
“What do you think of this?” He asked and removed the rest of their clothes before blanketing her with his body.
She moaned. “You’ve exceeded my expectations.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he gave her a thoughtful look. “I think I can do better than that.”
“My apologies,” Elizabeth panted sometime later. Sweat glistened off their bodies as they lay entwined together. The single sheet was bunched up barely covering either of them. Elizabeth’s head rested on Marc’s firm chest as her left hand drew lazy circles over his toned abs.
Marc’s arms were wrapped around her as his own hand drew lazy circles over her back. “What for?” He asked.
“I didn’t think you could wear me out any way other than running,” she grinned making him laugh.
“Well thank you. You’re not so bad yourself,” he kissed her forehead.
“Not so bad?” She pouted.
“You’re right,” he nudged her over to her back and proceeded to kiss her starting at her forehead and working his way down to her lips complimenting her with words after each kiss. “You were amazing,” he kissed her right cheek. “You’re smart,” he kissed her left cheek. “Sexy as hell,” he kissed her on the lips. “I love you, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth stared at him for a moment. “I love you too,” she kissed him this time before wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face against his neck.
He could feel her shaking hard now and felt wetness at his neck. He pulled back wiping the tears from her cheeks and ghosting a kiss over each eyelid.
She sniffed rubbing her eyes and leaning her head against his chest as they sat together in bed. “This place has become my home. It’s not just the place, but the people.”
“Yeah, this place and the people have a way of growing on you. Even Rodney’s growing on me,” this got a light laugh from her.
“What are you going to do when we get back to Earth?” She asked.
“Continue at the SGC probably. What about you?”
“I honestly don’t know right now. What ever it is, it will be in Colorado,” she looked up at him meeting his gaze.
“I don’t want you to throw away your career just for me.”
“Don’t worry. You’re not the only reason I’m staying,” she laid back down on her side looking at him. “I’m not ready to move any farther from my home than I’m already being forced to,” his head gave an odd tilt before the meaning of her words sunk in and he smiled.
“I think you need to get some sleep,” he said as he pulled the blanket up from the foot of the bed.
“Are you staying the night?”
“I said I would,” he assured wrapping the blanket around both of them as he spooned behind her. His arms wrapped around her waist and her own arms rested on his.
Author: sg_lab
Pairing/Characters: Weir/Lorne
Rating: Teen I suppose
Spoilers: The Return
Beta: Nope
Notes: Let's just say Marcus Lorne wears out Elizabeth Weir properly. ;) Lots of angst and a good chunk of comfort
Moment 8
Elizabeth shook her head realizing her door chime had been ringing. Taking another glance out her bedroom balcony, she stepped back in and walked over to her door.
She checked her watch just before opening the door and realized she had been standing on her balcony for almost an hour.
“Marc!” She exclaimed as the door opened. She gave him her first genuine smile since a group of Ancients arrived a little over ten hours ago and told her and her expedition to leave the city.
“My team and I got back about a half hour ago. Col. Sheppard just briefed me a few minutes ago,” Marcus Lorne stepped into the room and pulled Elizabeth into a hug.
The smile had fallen from her face and Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Marc’s shoulder. The back of his jacket was bunched into her fists and he could hear a silent gasp.
Marc walked her in further so the door shut behind him. He continued to hold her as he felt small tremors course through her body. He pulled back just enough to look at her face and found her beautiful features contorted as if she were trying to hold back the tears.
“I wish I knew what I could do…” his words were cut off as she placed three fingers lightly over his lips.
“Stay with me tonight,” her eyes were hopeful.
Marc wrapped a hand around her hand that held the fingers to his lips. Pulling the fingers away only after giving them a light kiss he nodded.
He walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the foot of her bed. His arms wrapped around her middle kissing her deeply feeling her arms return to their former spot around his shoulders.
His hands began to explore and found the hem of her shirt. His fingers tunneled their way under the material and swept up her back coming to her bra.
She pulled back enough to remove her shirt. Not giving him much chance to do anything, she pulled his jacket off his shoulders dropping it to the floor; his own shirt went soon after. She proceeded to kiss his neck and throat continuing a path down his chest.
“Elizabeth,” he sighed in consternation. “I want to touch you.”
“Soon,” she said giving his well defined pecs several kisses. She came to his belly button and began to undo his pants.
He pulled her up by her shoulders pressing her close to him as he grinned in triumph.
“What now, flyboy?” She eyed him with a raised eyebrow and a gleam in her eyes.
“This,” before she knew it she was laying on her back and he was kneeling over her.
“I’m impressed,” she gave him a mock solemn look.
“What do you think of this?” He asked and removed the rest of their clothes before blanketing her with his body.
She moaned. “You’ve exceeded my expectations.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he gave her a thoughtful look. “I think I can do better than that.”
“My apologies,” Elizabeth panted sometime later. Sweat glistened off their bodies as they lay entwined together. The single sheet was bunched up barely covering either of them. Elizabeth’s head rested on Marc’s firm chest as her left hand drew lazy circles over his toned abs.
Marc’s arms were wrapped around her as his own hand drew lazy circles over her back. “What for?” He asked.
“I didn’t think you could wear me out any way other than running,” she grinned making him laugh.
“Well thank you. You’re not so bad yourself,” he kissed her forehead.
“Not so bad?” She pouted.
“You’re right,” he nudged her over to her back and proceeded to kiss her starting at her forehead and working his way down to her lips complimenting her with words after each kiss. “You were amazing,” he kissed her right cheek. “You’re smart,” he kissed her left cheek. “Sexy as hell,” he kissed her on the lips. “I love you, Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth stared at him for a moment. “I love you too,” she kissed him this time before wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face against his neck.
He could feel her shaking hard now and felt wetness at his neck. He pulled back wiping the tears from her cheeks and ghosting a kiss over each eyelid.
She sniffed rubbing her eyes and leaning her head against his chest as they sat together in bed. “This place has become my home. It’s not just the place, but the people.”
“Yeah, this place and the people have a way of growing on you. Even Rodney’s growing on me,” this got a light laugh from her.
“What are you going to do when we get back to Earth?” She asked.
“Continue at the SGC probably. What about you?”
“I honestly don’t know right now. What ever it is, it will be in Colorado,” she looked up at him meeting his gaze.
“I don’t want you to throw away your career just for me.”
“Don’t worry. You’re not the only reason I’m staying,” she laid back down on her side looking at him. “I’m not ready to move any farther from my home than I’m already being forced to,” his head gave an odd tilt before the meaning of her words sunk in and he smiled.
“I think you need to get some sleep,” he said as he pulled the blanket up from the foot of the bed.
“Are you staying the night?”
“I said I would,” he assured wrapping the blanket around both of them as he spooned behind her. His arms wrapped around her waist and her own arms rested on his.
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Date: 2006-10-11 04:11 pm (UTC)