Blue (bluewillowtree) wrote in sparky_santa,

Title:Love Languages
Recipient: hihoplastic
Prompt: ...My not-so-secret second ship is Elizabeth+Languages, so if you can fit that in, I'd be giddy as a schoolgirl.
Word Count: 2002
Rating: NC-17
Beta: justmalea

John wasn't too surprised that Elizabeth wasn't in the Gate room to meet him. The trading mission had been routine with no snags, though these days, snags seemed to be a part of the routine more often than not. If they came in hot or the mission was a rough one, she made a point to be there, so he wasn't surprised she wasn't there they returned, it was more like he was disappointed. John looked forward to seeing her first thing when he returned from a mission, any mission, and it sort of irked him Elizabeth didn't have similar notions. He'd been gone three days. John thought, no hoped, he'd been missed. Then again, she could be busy, most likely was busy. In a city where crisis was as certain as breakfast, free time was a luxury.

He found her later, deep in the heart of the city in a small room filled with monitors, each one streaming data. Elizabeth darted back and forth between the monitors stopping periodically to consult her tablet. She was thoroughly engrossed in whatever was on the screens and the expression on her face brought to mind the image of a kid who'd been told they could help themselves to anything they wanted in a candy store.

"Hey, what's all this?" he asked.

Elizabeth started then turned to face him. "Oh, John, you're back! You won't believe the incredible discovery we made while you were away." The delight in her voice was evident and that made him feel a bit better.

"I'm guessing you're talking about this." He gestured around the room. "What is it? Another Ancient device granting super powers? If so I got dibs, remember?"

She laughed softly. "No, this is even better. It's the Ancient's language database," Elizabeth said.


"And it contains a vast catalogue of all the languages in the Pegasus Galaxy, including the root language of Ancient itself." Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gestured toward one of the screens. "See? It's obvious this predates Ancient by several millennia, but you can see from the breakdown of the syntax and the morphological derivations how it developed into the language we know as Ancient."

John blinked. "So, let me see if I've got this right – you're worked up because you've discovered an ancient form of Ancient?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Simply put, yes. However, it's much more complex than that. It also seems to be the root language for almost every other in Pegasus, including Wraith."

Now that got John's attention. "Wraith huh? So if you crack that, we could more easily crack their codes."

"Perhaps," Elizabeth replied distantly.

"Want to go grab some lunch and tell me more about it?" John inquired. He shoved his hands in his pockets and waited for her to respond. "Elizabeth?"

"Uh...what? Oh... lunch... sure. Just a sec."

John had to wait another half an hour before threatening to pick her up and carry her to the mess hall. That got her attention and she was finally able to pry herself away from the Language Library as she called it.

All through lunch she regaled him with her findings. John didn't understand half of what she was saying but he didn't care. It had been a long time since he'd seen her this happy and it was refreshing to see her throw herself into work she actually enjoyed instead of worrying over a life and death situation or stressing over another IOA inquiry. Plus, he had to admit she was pretty hot when she got all passionately intellectual like this.

Over the next few days, John patiently entertained Elizabeth's new obsession. Hell, he even encouraged it. The way her eyes lit up when she decoded another bit of syntax or puzzled out another phonemic grouping made it all worthwhile.

As the week wore on though, John began to feel a bit left out. He supposed there were worse things than having an ancient language as his main competition, but after two nights of finding Elizabeth asleep amidst piles of notes and X-bar syntactic diagrams, he decided enough was enough. Not that he minded carrying her to bed, tucking her in, and curling up beside her – he didn't. However, he was a man, she was very attractive woman and he couldn't help but want more. Especially considering he was used to more and was a bit hurt he hadn't been on the receiving end of their customary 'welcome back' sex for two missions now.

Elizabeth often had no idea how sexy she was and tonight as she sat on the bed going over her research, she was driving him even crazier than usual. He watched as she poured over her notes and he wished it was his hair she was twirling with her fingers and not the stylus to her tablet. The way her lips pursed while she studied a particularly difficult translation made his mouth dry and when the tip of her tongue flicked out to wet her lips he had to stifle a groan.

John shifted uncomfortably and tried for what felt like the hundredth time to start the next chapter of War and Peace. Elizabeth made a soft gasping sound and he froze. This was so not right! She should not be making sounds like that, especially not in bed, unless he was the one causing her to make them.

The time for desperate measures had arrived. He slid closer to Elizabeth and slipped his arm around her. Instinctively she leaned back against him.

John smiled. So far so good. Dipping his head, he nuzzled her neck, gratified when he felt a shiver run through her. Brushing his lips against her ear he spoke softly. "Usted es muy hermoso. No puedo guardar mis ojos de usted." (You are very beautiful. I cannot keep my eyes from you."

"Thank you," Elizabeth replied absently. "Hey wait a second." She sat up straighter and turned toward him. "Did you just speak to me in Spanish?"

"Yeah, very broken, high school Spanish, but it's the only other language I know," John replied. "I've heard it's the language of love and you love languages." He waggled his eyebrows for effect. "Win – win don't you think, mi señora hermosa?." (my beautiful lady)

Elizabeth looked down at the tablet, then back up at him. A coy smirk tugged at her lips. "Feeling neglected, Colonel?"

John gave her his best puppy dog face. "Sí."

Elizabeth cracked up.

Well that wasn't exactly the reaction he'd hoped for, but at least he had her attention. He flashed her a lopsided grin. "¿Beso?" (Kiss?)

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled as she leaned in closer to whisper against his lips. "Sí."

Then her mouth was on his, kissing him passionately. John's head swam and he could no longer think of anything to say in any language but one. Pushing aside the papers and the tablet, he lowered Elizabeth fully onto the bed, slipping his hand under her thin t-shirt as he settled himself partially on top of her.

He groaned as his fingers slid over her ribs, up to her small, firm breast, kneading it and caressing it. "Missed you, missed this," he gasped when they came up for air.

She made no reply save a strangled grunt, but it was obvious from the way she clawed his shirt off, Elizabeth had missed this too.

Not to be out done, John slipped her shirt off, capturing a nipple between his teeth as her back curled off the bed to help him get the garment over her head. For a few moments everything was a blur. John kissed every inch of exposed skin he could reach, even as he exposed more to his persistent touch.

Elizabeth's hands were everywhere -- in his hair, scraping nails along his spine, pushing his sweatpants down over his hips.

The next thing he knew, they were both naked and his hand was making a quick trail up the inside of her thigh. He moaned and Elizabeth cried out as his fingertips glided through her wet heat. Needing no further encouragement, he began to work her clit, circling it in time with the flicking of his tongue over her nipple.

Elizabeth's fingers twisted desperately in his hair, finding purchase as her hips canted wantonly against his hand. Soft, sensual sounds slipped past her lips, breathless and airy, becoming more insistent with each passing moment.

He slipped one finger inside her, then two, his cock twitching with want at the feel of her so tightly enveloping him. John brought his mouth down, kissing a wet trail over her torso. He scarcely had tasted her before she came undone, a harsh cry torn from her throat, her nails digging into his shoulder as she thrashed beneath him.

Slowly, John made his way up her body, nipping here, licking there, and kissing everywhere. He paused for a moment to enjoy the vision of Elizabeth splayed out on the mattress, creamy skin flushed with passion, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes still dark and heavy with desire.

Still gasping, she pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. Her hips thrust up, causing her soaked center to brush against his cock.

Sound choked in his throat, that brief contact almost too much for him to bear. Pushing her knees open, John settled between her thighs. One quick surge and he was inside her, moving, grinding, bucking. He gritted his teeth trying to hold back, to slow down, but Elizabeth felt so good around him and it had been so long, far too long for his liking, since they had been here in this perfect place. All too soon he was cumming, uttering a string of incoherent guttural noises.

John's arms wobbled, his strength ebbing in the wake of his explosive release. Resting his forehead against hers, he took in great gulps of air. "Sorry," he rasped. "Been a while." He could feel more than see Elizabeth smirk.

"No need to be sorry," she said. "I should be apologizing to you for neglecting you so." She nudged his nose with hers. "Forgive me?"

"No apology necessary." Kissing her, he rolled off to the side, pulling her into his arms as he settled back against the mattress. "You're close to a breakthrough; I didn't want to distract you. I know how you love that linguistics stuff."

"Not more than I love you," Elizabeth said. "You're my priority, John. I need to remember to come up for air from time to time. The work will always be there tomorrow."

"I love you too and I need to remember to tell you what I need from time to time." He kissed her softly. "Know what else will always be there tomorrow?" John asked.

Elizabeth smiled and her eyes sparkled. "You," she replied.

"Damn right. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, I want you, I need you, and I have to articulate that from time to time."

"Hmmm," she glanced up at him, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as her fingers walked up over his chest. "Honestly, I think you articulate it quite well without saying a word." Her fingertips circled his lips languidly.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Nonverbal communication. That's your forte."

"Really?" John inquired. His eyes narrowed in challenge. "What am I communicating now?"

Elizabeth grinned and rolled, over straddling him in one swift motion. She leaned forward and whispered what was on her mind... what was on both their minds.

"Damn, you're good."

She wiggled a bit, positioning herself over his rapidly hardening cock. "We're even better together," she purred, bringing her hips to bear, pressing down and taking him in again.

"God, yes sooo much better together," John rasped. She swiveled her hips, eliciting another groan and John let go. There was no longer need for words; they could express more with this communing of souls, this timeless joining of bodies than all the languages in all the universe could.

Oh yeah, nonverbal that was the way to go.

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