Title: Double Play
Author: Rose Wilde-Irish
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Rating: Mature
Summary: "John," she greeted him, pausing in her pacing to glance at the darkening glass. "Did we have a meeting scheduled?"
Notes: For mah qwirky, who has been jonesing for some Sparky, because the bunnies were biting. Thanks to mspooh for beta.


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"Elizabeth," Colonel Sheppard said as he entered the room, resting the palm of his hand against the door for a moment before walking towards her.

"John," she greeted him, pausing in her pacing to glance at the darkening glass. "Did we have a meeting scheduled?"

She regarded him with a puzzled expression as he stalked towards her, his usual smile a little darker and more...primitive, she decided. She swallowed a small thrill of fear and excitement, reminding herself that this was John before her, the same man she'd worked beside with confidence and effectiveness.

He paused, regarding her through hooded eyes, and something in his expression called up the memory of a more animalistic John, half converted from dual exposure from the Iratus bug and Ellia, hand wrapped around her throat and erection pressed against her hip. She shook her head a little, trying to clear it.

"No meeting," John said, moving forward again. "I just wanted to see you."

She smiled at him, completely at a loss. "Is there something-" she started, cut off as John continued forward, invading her space and crowding her into a wall. She gasped as his body softly impacted against hers, heat radiating between them, hardness once again at her hip.

"It's time we stopped playing games, Elizabeth," he said, voice dark and low. "Time to do what we should have done a long time ago."

"John-" she began. He cut her off with a kiss, hard and demanding. She gasped against his lips, and his tongue invaded, probing. One hand cupped the back of her head, fingers lacing, wrapping tendrils of her hair around them. The other stroked along her side, sensual and commanding. Elizabeth bit back a moan, refusing to melt into his arms, refusing to acknowledge the excitement heating her blood and sending jolts straight to her groin.

Breaking the kiss, she glared at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked, unable to keep from panting.

He smirked. "Isn't it obvious, Elizabeth? It's not like it's news to either of us that we both want this." His hand had found its way to the hem of her shirt and his fingers stroked the skin of her stomach, making her gasp. "I've seen how you look at me. You've seen how I look at you." His fingers had stroked their way up, and her head was full of alarms, telling her exactly how wrong this all was, while her body betrayed her, heating further and leaning into his touch, a decided wetness between her legs. "This was inevitable."

"This is incredibly inappropriate, Colonel," she tried. It would've been more effective if she wasn't so breathless.

The feral smile was back. "Oh, come on, Elizabeth." He leaned in, whispering directly in her ear. "We've been moving this direction since day one. Relax. Give in to what you really want to do."

His fingers had found her breast now, stroking through the soft fabric of her bra. He breathed into her ear, making her shiver, and captured her nipple between thumb and forefinger, the lightest pressure making her gasp. He traced the outline of her ear with his tongue, capturing the lobe in his teeth and sucking lightly. The gasp became a moan and she arched into him, body betraying her.

"I want you," John breathed into her ear, hand leaving her head and moving lightning quick to her hip, stroking as he shifted to allow it access between them. His fingers slipped between her legs and stroked her through her clothes. She shut her eyes, face aflame with the knowledge of what he was surely discovering. "I know you want me too," he said.

"God..." she replied. His finger pressed against her clit, rubbing. "John," she said, unable to give in completely. His hands left her body and moved to her shirt, deftly pulling it up and off. "We can't-" she began, but by then he was easing her bra off and his lips had found her nipple. "Oh, God," she said again as he sucked and lightly nipped. He separated long enough to take his own shirt off, pressing against her, bodies sliding and sending jolts of pleasure through her. She groaned, barely registering it as he opened her pants, pushing them down along with her underwear, fingers delving between her legs, teasing and stroking. She pressed against him, unable now to deny the truth of all he'd said.

"You like this," John said, and she wasn't sure if it was question or statement. He teased her, touching with not quite enough pressure, making her pant and writhe against him. His hands abruptly left her and she whimpered at the loss. "Let's see how you like this," he said, pushing his pants and boxers down and pressing his erection there instead. One hand grabbed her thigh and raised it to his hip, his hard cock sliding against her clit again and again. "Oh," he said, and she was surprised to see a look of wonder and bliss on his face. "God. So good. Elizabeth," he said as he entered her, kissing her hard and deep. She whimpered again as he filled her, hard and strong and moving quickly. Unbidden, she rocked against him, tightening around him and making him gasp. Her arms wrapped around him, hands pulling at his shoulders to help keep her on her feet as he thrust into her, leaning down to suck at her throat and collarbone, hips pistoning her against the wall as they moved together.

"John!" she cried out, feeling her orgasm build as he continued to fuck her, relentless and unyielding. "Oh God, oh God, yes!" Her world was the feel of his cock and his teeth and tongue and fingers, commanding her, possessing her. She cried out as the force of her orgasm hit her, stealing her strength as he held her up, still thrusting into her with grunts and moans. She held on as her orgasm subsided, leaning in to kiss John, feeling him come as her tongue invaded his mouth. He groaned, hands tightening against her hard enough to leave bruises.

The pounding of her blood, still singing through her veins, played in counterpoint to the pounding at the door. "Elizabeth!" came a muffled but familiar voice, and she broke her kiss with John long enough to stare at him in confusion. The door burst open and John Sheppard stepped through it, raising his weapon as he stared at the two of them in shock. Elizabeth blinked, recognizing something in the John at the door that was not present in the John still wrapped around her, face buried in her neck.

"Who are you?" she demanded, still panting as he slid free of her.

"You know who I am," he replied, gazing into her eyes with an intensity that made her shake. "If he's not brave enough...he deserves to lose you like I did."

"What?" she asked, still glancing from him to her own Colonel Sheppard, his P-90 out and aimed at his naked doppelganger, eyes colder and darker than she'd ever seen them.

Pressing a kiss to her cheek, the John who'd fucked her turned and faced her John. "Well?" he asked the man with the gun. "What now?"

Elizabeth closed her eyes and wished she had an answer. John simply tightened his grip on his weapon, eyes never leaving the smirking form beside her.

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