Unification 2/?
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angelicalangieTitle: Unification
Author: Angelicalangie(Angel)
Category: Ship Pairings > McKay/Weir
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult themes
Summary: Continuation of Unification, What becomes of dinner?
The table is set with candles and silverware, and music flows in the air. The lights are dimmed low and the smell of food cooking fills the room. It is an atmosphere filled with romance. The door chimes, and then opens on the bidding of its occupant. She walks in, uniform still on, having come from work and, upon seeing the scene, gasps.
“If I had known this was special, I would have changed,” she says, feeling uneasy.
“It doesn’t matter what you wear, so long as you are here,” he says, handing her a glass of the Champagne that he had smuggled aboard the Daedalus. She looks at it with a frown, but sips anyway.
“Is that chicken I smell?” She looks at him and smiles.
“Yes. I couldn’t think of anything, so I decided to do an English roast. I brought some foodstuffs and a refrigerator with me. I said that it could prove imperative to scientific discovery.” She smiles, he loves her smile, and it illuminates whole rooms. He is sure that if they were ever to lose power, her smile would ensure that the city remained lit.
Silence expands between them and, finally, he says something, “would you like to sit down?”
At first, she looks around and moves to the table. Then he clears his throat, “Perhaps the couch? Dinner is going to be a little while longer.” Things are strained, and she wishes that he had told her his plans; she would have been able to prepare, to dress in something other than her work casuals. She shakes her head at herself and her sudden girly thoughts.
“Are you ok? Is this ok?” He saw the head move, his voice is panicked, and his eyes are wide like a frightened animal or child. She smiles once more in reassurance and he relaxes.
“I’m fine, this is wonderful.” I really wish that I could have fixed my hair, she thinks to herself. “I just wish I could have had time to fix myself up.” He looks at her and sees her insecurity.
“I don’t think I have ever seen you not look beautiful, ‘Lizabeth. Even rain-soaked, you were beautiful.” she looks at him and blushes.
“Thank you.” They sit and stare mid-distance. They are awkward, and it feels just like a first date, and really, in a way, it is, except there is no movie. He stands up and goes to the small boombox, which all the while has been playing some classical music; he takes out the CD and flings it on the side.
“Rodney?” she calls out to him and he turns his head.
“Don’t worry, just got tired of the music,” he says, busying himself once more with the modest collection, before finding the one he wants. He inserts the disc and it begins to play.
“My Baby Just Cares for Me?” her startled voice mixes with the music.
“My first girlfriend introduced me to non-classical music and it was then I fell for Nina Simone’s voice. I will never fall out of love, do not ask me to,” mock seriousness fills his voice. She smiles.
“I understand completely, so long as you don’t borrow my Bon Jovi albums,” she says laughing, finally finding her carefree streak again.
“Bon Jovi!?” his voice is startled into the high-octave range. “Dear God, we have to teach you some taste,” he laughs with her, knowing that she is teasing. He holds a hand out to her and gallantly says, “Would you like to dance?”
She stands, she smiles, and then she laughs. “Prepare your toes for a battering,” he laughs as he pulls her to him; he is confident after last night’s admissions on both sides. It’s the day after his birthday and last night, in his moderately drunken state, he made an oath to himself. If she really liked him, he would woo her, using all the cheese in the world, if need be.
They dance, they sway, emotions fill them, but neither looks at the other. They are too busy, caught up with their feelings. Slowly, she drifts closer to him; he holds her tighter, her head lies on his shoulder and a contented sigh is heard from her. All is well and calm. Another day survived and another night of possibilities stretches before them. The song ends and silence once more fills the room. He searches her eyes, not quite believing his luck and partially not trusting himself to make the next move. She makes it for him.
As she tipped on her toes, pressing up against him and kissing him firmly, she made sure that he knew exactly what she had in mind for the evening. Rodney's cheeks became pale pink and then deep fuchsia as she used her mouth to insinuate what she could do to him. His mind, a tool of imagination, is making images appear like movies on a movie screen. Their lips separate, their breaths coming in short shuddering gasps as they remain held together.
"Wow," he finally says and pulls back slightly to look at her face. She is blushing also, but the smile on her face tells a story of its own. They lock hands together and kiss again. She deepens the kiss, and it tells him of secret talents and promises of passions hidden deep beneath the facade of a diplomat.
Realising that this is leading to another activity, he lets go gently of her hand, kissing her as he does so. “I’ll be back in a second,” he says, dashing to the small kitchenette where the food is cooking. He deftly turns it off with a shrug; he wouldn’t want to be known as the guy who burnt a 10,000 year old city down.
He moves back to Elizabeth and kisses her as she gives him a quizzical look. Thoughts are forgotten as they are, once more, swept up in the mood, and the emotion of the moment. The mood begins to take on an air of desperation, of need, and of want; he cups her face and then runs his hands through her hair. He mentally groans as his physical desire begins to make itself known. His hands slide down her arms to where her hands are gripping him around the waist and suddenly, he is once more holding her hands. Breaking apart, he leads her across the living room and towards his bedroom.
His room is sparsely decorated, having moved into it recently after a long search of ‘real estate’ within Atlantis. He has yet to move knick-knacks in and make it a space that anyone could recognise as his. Turning, he sees the look in her face; she is in love with him and he understands that now. He strokes her face and cups it gently, before tentatively kissing her. His kiss deepens until it is no longer tentative. Now the kiss is as hot as the sun, burning them with passion and desire; it doesn't take long before he begins to undress her and she, in turn, undresses him. Soon, no longer clothed, they break their kiss and appreciate the sight before them.
Elizabeth's roaming hands cause the scientist to shiver with desire. It makes him yearn for her more. I am after all, he thinks, a human man and a beautiful woman such as her should elicit this kind of response. He looks at her looking, drinking him in, and no longer can he hold himself back. He lifts her head up until she is once more looking in his eyes, and she can see his desire for her. The roiling clouds of want, of passion, of sexual need burns within them.
Pulling her to him tightly, he claims her mouth and before she can say anything, is kissing her hard. His hands smooth over her shoulders, massaging her shoulder blades lightly and sweeping down until he reaches the arch of her back. He pulls her closer to him and steals the breath from her, as he deepens the kiss, whilst his hands continue their downward travels until they reach her ass. He lifts her completely off the floor and she wraps her legs around his waist as he lowers himself to sit on the bed.
His lips part and he whispers softly to her. He trails kisses from the corner of her lips to the shell of her ear, before moving downward to her throat. It is an act of sweet intimacy that stuns her; he has never demonstrated this side of himself before, but then, when has there ever been the opportunity for it? She slowly lets her head fall back and gently she pushes her breasts to his chest, as a soft moan escapes from both of them, mingling until they no longer know which of them it is that has emitted such an erotic sound.
His ministrations continue as he switches from side to side, sometimes stopping to kiss and nip the tip of her chin. He slowly relaxes himself until he is lying on his back, her body still straddling his. He allows his hands to roam the front of her body starting with a thumb stroke over her mouth and moving slowly down her throat, past her shoulders and to her breasts. Breathing heavily, he toys with her nipples before rolling her on to her back and turning attention on them with his fingers.
Desire evident in her voice as she moans, he replaces his hands with his mouth and begins to swirl his tongue around her left nipple. She cries out as he begins to suckle harder. As he nibbles her, a groan of pleasure escapes her and he smiles. He tugs gently at her nipple as he moves to do the same once more to her other breast, eliciting more moans and legs that can no longer control themselves. She feels a deep pool of molten heat form at her womanhood, but she barely registers it as more than another arousing aspect; it all adds to making her out of her mind with ecstasy.
He ceases his ministrations to her breasts and she is left bereft, but feels him moving southward. Soon, she feels his tongue on the underside of her breasts, on her ribcage as he kisses each rib, and then down the centre of her stomach until he is at her belly button. When he sticks his tongue in and swirls it, she groans again, then he goes lower. His hands sweep slowly down her sides as he breathes on her mound, until both hands are on her hips and he kisses her femininity softly.
Then he opens her up, his finger brushing her clitoris, sending ripples of delight through her and making her buck her hips in response. He brushes his finger over her nub again and she moans louder. She is dripping wet and arousal is evident in her hips moving. He lowers his mouth to her clitoris, and swirls a tongue gently over it tasting her sweet nectar as he does; she groans in pleasure.
"Goddamnit, quit teasing me, and fuck me!" She yells lowly at him, his cock twitches; her command voice is the one thing that has helped him masturbate over the past few months of hell here.
He swirls his tongue harder over her clitoris and his groan is almost as loud as a scream as she arches her back and rolls her head. He pushes two fingers into her core and she collapses back on to the bed moaning again, her eyes closed. He feels her muscles tense, and realises that now is the time that he should kiss her. He pushes himself up the bed before lowering himself and kissing her. She kisses back hard and full of tempestuous passion boiling over; she grabs his ass and grinds against his already hard cock. He needs no more invitation, and he pushes himself slowly into her, inch by merciful inch.
He pushes into her to the hilt; he closes his eyes and sends a prayer of thanks to whatever deity gave him tonight. He withdraws almost completely, and she utters a disapproving sound before he pushes into her, harder than before and then repeats it slowly until no control is left. Her hands scratching his back and his mouth kissing and suckling on a shoulder enough to leave a mark, he pushes harder and faster until rhythm is lost. He scoops her into his arms and rolls over onto his back allowing her to ride him in her frenzied way until they reach their climaxes. She screams his name out aloud, not caring that anyone nearby can hear them.
She falls onto his chest; her face near his ear, she utters, "Just where did you learn that?"
"I did have one girlfriend," he murmurs breathlessly as he wraps his arms around her. She lifts her head and kisses him lazily. Their day had been long and neither of them had planned to cement their relationship in quite that way tonight, but both were glad that they had. Slowly, she rose from her position, only to lie gently beside him. She watches him as he lays there, eyes closed and drifting off to sleep. She leans over and places the softest, sweetest kiss on his cheek.
"This is for keeps." He mumbles as he falls deeper into slumber. She thinks about what he could mean. She hopes that he means the relationship is for keeps, and in her mind - at that moment, she felt that was the only thing he could have meant. She looks at him asleep beside her. She knows most women would be angry that he would have fallen asleep so quickly, but she is glad that he has. She knows just how precious little sleep he gets at the best of times.
On the horizon of her mind is the looming cloud of consequence. What would the consequences of their actions tonight bring them? She sighs and resolves to herself that she should put such thoughts aside until the morning. It is not so far away that a few hours respite from duty and leadership can not be warmly grasped for the remainder of the night.
Snuggling down into Rodney’s body, she resolves not to think until 0830 hours. As her eyes shut, she feels Rodney’s arm close, unconsciously, around her. It is then that she realises that she is in the right place, and that she would fight to keep this man. Her last thought is that somehow, she will make things work for them.
Author: Angelicalangie(Angel)
Category: Ship Pairings > McKay/Weir
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Rodney McKay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult themes
Summary: Continuation of Unification, What becomes of dinner?
The table is set with candles and silverware, and music flows in the air. The lights are dimmed low and the smell of food cooking fills the room. It is an atmosphere filled with romance. The door chimes, and then opens on the bidding of its occupant. She walks in, uniform still on, having come from work and, upon seeing the scene, gasps.
“If I had known this was special, I would have changed,” she says, feeling uneasy.
“It doesn’t matter what you wear, so long as you are here,” he says, handing her a glass of the Champagne that he had smuggled aboard the Daedalus. She looks at it with a frown, but sips anyway.
“Is that chicken I smell?” She looks at him and smiles.
“Yes. I couldn’t think of anything, so I decided to do an English roast. I brought some foodstuffs and a refrigerator with me. I said that it could prove imperative to scientific discovery.” She smiles, he loves her smile, and it illuminates whole rooms. He is sure that if they were ever to lose power, her smile would ensure that the city remained lit.
Silence expands between them and, finally, he says something, “would you like to sit down?”
At first, she looks around and moves to the table. Then he clears his throat, “Perhaps the couch? Dinner is going to be a little while longer.” Things are strained, and she wishes that he had told her his plans; she would have been able to prepare, to dress in something other than her work casuals. She shakes her head at herself and her sudden girly thoughts.
“Are you ok? Is this ok?” He saw the head move, his voice is panicked, and his eyes are wide like a frightened animal or child. She smiles once more in reassurance and he relaxes.
“I’m fine, this is wonderful.” I really wish that I could have fixed my hair, she thinks to herself. “I just wish I could have had time to fix myself up.” He looks at her and sees her insecurity.
“I don’t think I have ever seen you not look beautiful, ‘Lizabeth. Even rain-soaked, you were beautiful.” she looks at him and blushes.
“Thank you.” They sit and stare mid-distance. They are awkward, and it feels just like a first date, and really, in a way, it is, except there is no movie. He stands up and goes to the small boombox, which all the while has been playing some classical music; he takes out the CD and flings it on the side.
“Rodney?” she calls out to him and he turns his head.
“Don’t worry, just got tired of the music,” he says, busying himself once more with the modest collection, before finding the one he wants. He inserts the disc and it begins to play.
“My Baby Just Cares for Me?” her startled voice mixes with the music.
“My first girlfriend introduced me to non-classical music and it was then I fell for Nina Simone’s voice. I will never fall out of love, do not ask me to,” mock seriousness fills his voice. She smiles.
“I understand completely, so long as you don’t borrow my Bon Jovi albums,” she says laughing, finally finding her carefree streak again.
“Bon Jovi!?” his voice is startled into the high-octave range. “Dear God, we have to teach you some taste,” he laughs with her, knowing that she is teasing. He holds a hand out to her and gallantly says, “Would you like to dance?”
She stands, she smiles, and then she laughs. “Prepare your toes for a battering,” he laughs as he pulls her to him; he is confident after last night’s admissions on both sides. It’s the day after his birthday and last night, in his moderately drunken state, he made an oath to himself. If she really liked him, he would woo her, using all the cheese in the world, if need be.
They dance, they sway, emotions fill them, but neither looks at the other. They are too busy, caught up with their feelings. Slowly, she drifts closer to him; he holds her tighter, her head lies on his shoulder and a contented sigh is heard from her. All is well and calm. Another day survived and another night of possibilities stretches before them. The song ends and silence once more fills the room. He searches her eyes, not quite believing his luck and partially not trusting himself to make the next move. She makes it for him.
As she tipped on her toes, pressing up against him and kissing him firmly, she made sure that he knew exactly what she had in mind for the evening. Rodney's cheeks became pale pink and then deep fuchsia as she used her mouth to insinuate what she could do to him. His mind, a tool of imagination, is making images appear like movies on a movie screen. Their lips separate, their breaths coming in short shuddering gasps as they remain held together.
"Wow," he finally says and pulls back slightly to look at her face. She is blushing also, but the smile on her face tells a story of its own. They lock hands together and kiss again. She deepens the kiss, and it tells him of secret talents and promises of passions hidden deep beneath the facade of a diplomat.
Realising that this is leading to another activity, he lets go gently of her hand, kissing her as he does so. “I’ll be back in a second,” he says, dashing to the small kitchenette where the food is cooking. He deftly turns it off with a shrug; he wouldn’t want to be known as the guy who burnt a 10,000 year old city down.
He moves back to Elizabeth and kisses her as she gives him a quizzical look. Thoughts are forgotten as they are, once more, swept up in the mood, and the emotion of the moment. The mood begins to take on an air of desperation, of need, and of want; he cups her face and then runs his hands through her hair. He mentally groans as his physical desire begins to make itself known. His hands slide down her arms to where her hands are gripping him around the waist and suddenly, he is once more holding her hands. Breaking apart, he leads her across the living room and towards his bedroom.
His room is sparsely decorated, having moved into it recently after a long search of ‘real estate’ within Atlantis. He has yet to move knick-knacks in and make it a space that anyone could recognise as his. Turning, he sees the look in her face; she is in love with him and he understands that now. He strokes her face and cups it gently, before tentatively kissing her. His kiss deepens until it is no longer tentative. Now the kiss is as hot as the sun, burning them with passion and desire; it doesn't take long before he begins to undress her and she, in turn, undresses him. Soon, no longer clothed, they break their kiss and appreciate the sight before them.
Elizabeth's roaming hands cause the scientist to shiver with desire. It makes him yearn for her more. I am after all, he thinks, a human man and a beautiful woman such as her should elicit this kind of response. He looks at her looking, drinking him in, and no longer can he hold himself back. He lifts her head up until she is once more looking in his eyes, and she can see his desire for her. The roiling clouds of want, of passion, of sexual need burns within them.
Pulling her to him tightly, he claims her mouth and before she can say anything, is kissing her hard. His hands smooth over her shoulders, massaging her shoulder blades lightly and sweeping down until he reaches the arch of her back. He pulls her closer to him and steals the breath from her, as he deepens the kiss, whilst his hands continue their downward travels until they reach her ass. He lifts her completely off the floor and she wraps her legs around his waist as he lowers himself to sit on the bed.
His lips part and he whispers softly to her. He trails kisses from the corner of her lips to the shell of her ear, before moving downward to her throat. It is an act of sweet intimacy that stuns her; he has never demonstrated this side of himself before, but then, when has there ever been the opportunity for it? She slowly lets her head fall back and gently she pushes her breasts to his chest, as a soft moan escapes from both of them, mingling until they no longer know which of them it is that has emitted such an erotic sound.
His ministrations continue as he switches from side to side, sometimes stopping to kiss and nip the tip of her chin. He slowly relaxes himself until he is lying on his back, her body still straddling his. He allows his hands to roam the front of her body starting with a thumb stroke over her mouth and moving slowly down her throat, past her shoulders and to her breasts. Breathing heavily, he toys with her nipples before rolling her on to her back and turning attention on them with his fingers.
Desire evident in her voice as she moans, he replaces his hands with his mouth and begins to swirl his tongue around her left nipple. She cries out as he begins to suckle harder. As he nibbles her, a groan of pleasure escapes her and he smiles. He tugs gently at her nipple as he moves to do the same once more to her other breast, eliciting more moans and legs that can no longer control themselves. She feels a deep pool of molten heat form at her womanhood, but she barely registers it as more than another arousing aspect; it all adds to making her out of her mind with ecstasy.
He ceases his ministrations to her breasts and she is left bereft, but feels him moving southward. Soon, she feels his tongue on the underside of her breasts, on her ribcage as he kisses each rib, and then down the centre of her stomach until he is at her belly button. When he sticks his tongue in and swirls it, she groans again, then he goes lower. His hands sweep slowly down her sides as he breathes on her mound, until both hands are on her hips and he kisses her femininity softly.
Then he opens her up, his finger brushing her clitoris, sending ripples of delight through her and making her buck her hips in response. He brushes his finger over her nub again and she moans louder. She is dripping wet and arousal is evident in her hips moving. He lowers his mouth to her clitoris, and swirls a tongue gently over it tasting her sweet nectar as he does; she groans in pleasure.
"Goddamnit, quit teasing me, and fuck me!" She yells lowly at him, his cock twitches; her command voice is the one thing that has helped him masturbate over the past few months of hell here.
He swirls his tongue harder over her clitoris and his groan is almost as loud as a scream as she arches her back and rolls her head. He pushes two fingers into her core and she collapses back on to the bed moaning again, her eyes closed. He feels her muscles tense, and realises that now is the time that he should kiss her. He pushes himself up the bed before lowering himself and kissing her. She kisses back hard and full of tempestuous passion boiling over; she grabs his ass and grinds against his already hard cock. He needs no more invitation, and he pushes himself slowly into her, inch by merciful inch.
He pushes into her to the hilt; he closes his eyes and sends a prayer of thanks to whatever deity gave him tonight. He withdraws almost completely, and she utters a disapproving sound before he pushes into her, harder than before and then repeats it slowly until no control is left. Her hands scratching his back and his mouth kissing and suckling on a shoulder enough to leave a mark, he pushes harder and faster until rhythm is lost. He scoops her into his arms and rolls over onto his back allowing her to ride him in her frenzied way until they reach their climaxes. She screams his name out aloud, not caring that anyone nearby can hear them.
She falls onto his chest; her face near his ear, she utters, "Just where did you learn that?"
"I did have one girlfriend," he murmurs breathlessly as he wraps his arms around her. She lifts her head and kisses him lazily. Their day had been long and neither of them had planned to cement their relationship in quite that way tonight, but both were glad that they had. Slowly, she rose from her position, only to lie gently beside him. She watches him as he lays there, eyes closed and drifting off to sleep. She leans over and places the softest, sweetest kiss on his cheek.
"This is for keeps." He mumbles as he falls deeper into slumber. She thinks about what he could mean. She hopes that he means the relationship is for keeps, and in her mind - at that moment, she felt that was the only thing he could have meant. She looks at him asleep beside her. She knows most women would be angry that he would have fallen asleep so quickly, but she is glad that he has. She knows just how precious little sleep he gets at the best of times.
On the horizon of her mind is the looming cloud of consequence. What would the consequences of their actions tonight bring them? She sighs and resolves to herself that she should put such thoughts aside until the morning. It is not so far away that a few hours respite from duty and leadership can not be warmly grasped for the remainder of the night.
Snuggling down into Rodney’s body, she resolves not to think until 0830 hours. As her eyes shut, she feels Rodney’s arm close, unconsciously, around her. It is then that she realises that she is in the right place, and that she would fight to keep this man. Her last thought is that somehow, she will make things work for them.
