Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis and its characters belong to Brad Wright and Robert Cooper. Elle, however, is mine.
Summary: On her return from Earth, Elizabeth finds someone is waiting for her.
Warnings: spoilers for The Intruder.
Notes: I received a request to slash Elizabeth with an underage female. Since I can't picture our Elizabeth ever pairing with anyone not as strong as she is, this is what I came up with. Thanks to Gail for the beta and the support.
The Thousand Nights and A Night of Elizabeth Weir Part 1/1
//I should have let Teyla run interference for me.//
Elizabeth Weir, the civilian commander of Atlantis, walked into her quarters in the Ancient's city. The journey back from Earth on the Daedalus had been exhausting, not the least of which had been their narrow brush with the nanovirus that had invaded their ship's computers and taken over its controls, threatening to send them into the clutches of the Wraith.
Now she was so tired even the tips of her hair wanted to sleep.
She dropped down to the edge of her narrow bed and leaned forward to unlace her boots. When she straightened, she noticed the vase of fresh flowers scenting the air.
//How thoughtful.// She smiled for the first time since the Daedalus had left Earth. She knew who'd placed them there. "Elle."
A slight, graceful figure glided from the alcove by the windows that overlooked the ocean. Elle wore the clothing of her people. The gauzy, flowing trousers were fastened at her ankles with chains of woven metal and gemstones. An emerald nestled in her navel, and a cropped top of silk, embroidered with more gems, formed a barely-there covering for her pretty breasts, whose nipples, like rubies, could be seen through the filmy material.
Sheppard had found her on one of the many planets they'd explored in a vain search for allies and supplies, although obviously he'd had no idea what he'd found. Otherwise, Elizabeth had no doubt, he would have kept her for himself.
"Lady. I am glad to see you home."
The young woman - little more than a girl, actually - had long russet-colored hair that spilled over her shoulders and down her back to curl around the slender curve of her hips. Her almond-shaped eyes, a startling, burnished gold, seemed to caress Elizabeth's breasts, and she felt her nipples tighten. Perhaps she wasn't so tired.
"How fared your journey?"
"Well."
"And your meeting with ... with the man?" Elle's teeth sank into her lower lip, as if punishing her mouth for uttering the words. She half-turned away, her eyes avoiding Elizabeth's.
'Why are you so sad, Elle?' she had asked the night before the Daedalus was scheduled to start its journey to Earth.
'When you return, the man ... '
'Simon.'
'The man,' Elle had reiterated stubbornly, 'will be with you. You will no longer have time for me.'
'Elle...' She had gone to her and embraced the slight form.
'You are kind to me, Lady. It has been so long since anyone has been... kind... to me...'
Elizabeth hadn't felt kind, but she'd said nothing. Her thoughts had been filled with Simon.
"Not so well." Elizabeth cupped Elle's piquant chin, forcing her to meet her gaze.
"Then he has not returned with you?" Dawning hope was in the golden eyes.
"He chose not to. He's found someone."
"Then he is a fool!"
And some of the pain that had enveloped Elizabeth from the moment Simon had finally admitted he had no intention - had never had the intention - of boarding the Daedalus with her eased.
"Come. You are weary." Elle took her hand and led her into the bathing chamber.
The Ancients had loved their comforts, even when the Wraith had been breathing down their necks and on the verge of destroying this city. One wall formed a waterfall of gently cascading, scented water. With a casual wave of her hand, Elle started it flowing.
Lights twinkled through the water, sending rainbow splashes to each wall.
"I've missed this," Elizabeth murmured. She had missed Elle, more than she expected. After all...
She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, breathing in the flowery fragrance.
"I have a goblet of wine for you, Lady." Elle brought it to Elizabeth's lips and held it so she could sip from it.
Elizabeth made a pleased sound.
"I recalled you enjoyed this vintage when first I offered it to you."
A ruby drop clung to Elizabeth's lush lower lip, and Elle stretched up to catch it on her tongue.
"I thought you couldn't... "
"Some things are allowed, Lady." Elle sipped the fine wine from Elizabeth's lips and savored the taste of it. "This tastes of you!" she sighed.
Elizabeth watched her through her lashes. Elle set the goblet aside and began to undo the drab jacket of Elizabeth's uniform.
"No, let me," when Elizabeth would have unzipped the trousers. "One day I would like to see you dressed as I."
Elizabeth felt her cheeks flush. The thought of wearing those filmy garments, of the vest shifting with each movement of her body, revealing and then concealing her breasts, made them feel heavy with need - the need to have them fondled, the need to have them stroked, the need to have the swollen tips pinched and squeezed and caressed...
Breathless, Elizabeth whispered, "Perhaps."
Elle's face lit with pleasure.
Elizabeth found herself nude. She was gently crowded backward until the spray of the Ancients' shower flowed over the two of them.
The clothes that Elle wore were quickly saturated and clung to her body lovingly. The curls that shielded her femininity were visible, and Elizabeth trembled as she reached out to touch them through the soaked material.
"Open to me." Elizabeth didn't recognize her voice. Since this girl had come into her life, there was so much about herself that she no longer recognized.
"Lady." Elle rose on tiptoe to press her lips to Elizabeth's, panting as Elizabeth's fingers found her clit through the wet cloth and began to draw designs on it with a careful fingernail. "Lady!"
"You always take care of me," Elizabeth murmured into the honey-sweet mouth.
She thought of the first time Elle had knelt between her thighs, lapping at her folds, thrusting that skillful tongue into her heated core. Until that moment, Elizabeth would have sworn that she was a lover of men and that her own sex held no interest to her.
But Elle... Elle had slid two fingers into her, then three, and before Elizabeth realized it, she was pleasantly filled by a slim, golden hand. While Elle had fisted her, she'd slicked the fingers of her other hand and eased a couple past Elizabeth's anus, rubbing the thin tissue that separated the two channels and driving Elizabeth wild with the unexpected, forbidden pleasure of it.
Elle had nuzzled the top of Elizabeth's sex with a downy cheek. Soft sounds had spilled from Elle's lips, and the sounds had caressed that tender morsel even as her teeth and tongue tormented the swelling nub.
Elizabeth had managed to angle up and observe the girl busy between her thighs. The plump, pert rump had been high in the air, wriggling from side to side as slender thighs pressed restlessly together. Would those thighs glisten with her climax? Elizabeth had wondered.
She'd reclined back down on her bed, that normally chaste bed, and spread her legs wider, offering herself to her young lover. Her fingers rubbed and squeezed her nipples, and the sensation seemed to shimmer straight through her body to the place between her legs. She'd come with a gasp and a shudder.
Now she wanted the same response from this girl, this lovely gift that had been given to her at the loneliest point in her life.
As Elle lay half-sprawled across her lap on the bench in the shower, Elizabeth leaned forward and took a plump nipple between her lips. It peaked with arousal, and Elle whimpered.
"Lady!"
"I want you to enjoy this, my beautiful girl," she whispered against it and began to suckle in earnest.
The silken trousers Elle wore prevented Elizabeth from exploring the hidden treasures of her body, but within seconds they were gone, and she dipped her fingers into the moisture that was lavishly coating Elle's folds.
Elizabeth combed her fingers through the soft curls, tugging lightly at them, drew shallow circles, then began to explore her moist, clinging depths with two fingers.
Elle arched and bucked, and Elizabeth inserted an additional finger and set up a driving rhythm that pushed Elle toward her climax.
The golden eyes stared up into her face. "Is this what I made you feel?"
"This and more." Elizabeth smiled. She removed her fingers from Elle's body, and she keened their loss.
"Hush, dear one."
Keeping her eyes on Elle's, Elizabeth brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them in, one by one.
Elle's golden eyes grew huge.
Elizabeth bent forward and sealed their mouths together, letting Elle taste herself on her lips and tongue.
With one rapid movement, Elizabeth had her off her lap and sprawled on the bench of the shower. She knelt between slim thighs, spreading them wide, then parted the vermilion flesh and touched her tongue to the honey it exuded.
Elle trembled beneath the loving assault. "Oh, Lady!"
Elizabeth was pleased by the sounds that escaped Elle's lips, the breathless moans and whimpers she tried to bite back.
"Let me hear you," she pleaded. "Let me know this pleases you."
"How... how could it n... not, Lady?"
Elizabeth touched her own clit, finding the rhythm that she knew would bring her the most satisfaction, while she settled in to lick and nibble the girl's sex.
The water poured down on her back, sliding over the curve of her buttocks, over her anus, over the pouting lips of her sex.
//Was Elle controlling the direction and flow of the water?// she wondered in deep delight at the unique sensation. She angled her hips for more, scouring Elle's clit with her teeth.
"Lady!"
Elizabeth bit down gently, pressed harder on her own clit, and as Elle was hurled into the abyss of her climax, she followed her willingly.
Long, luxurious moments passed as the water soothed their heated flesh.
"That was... I never... Lady, thank you!"
"Oh, my dear girl!" Elizabeth stroked back the long russet hair, placed a gentle kiss on that lovely mouth, and then lounged back against the bench, holding her close.
The water now was barely more than a fine mist. Soon even that stopped.
Elle stretched and rose to her feet in one lithe movement. Within seconds she was dry and clothed, only the slight flush on her cheeks and the trembling of her breasts betraying the remnants of her passion.
"May I help you, Lady?"
Elizabeth took her hand and let Elle pull her to her feet. They walked into the sleeping quarters. //I feel better than I have since the Daedalus left Atlantis to journey to Earth,// she thought in some surprise. //This girl is better for me than Simon ever was!//
The banging on her door jolted her out of her musing.
"Just a second!" Elizabeth called. A diaphanous outfit was laid out upon the bed. "No," she said ruefully, and it was replaced with a more substantial robe.
She slid her arms into the sleeves and belted it. Her hair was already drying in a cap of waves. She brushed them off her face with impatient fingers.
"You must not be seen... "
A glance around the room revealed a faint trace of smoke. The slight shaking of the long-necked bottle told her Elle was safely hidden.
Elizabeth wet her lips, smoothed down the material of her robe, and pressed the plate that would activate her door, since she, herself, lacked the ATA gene.
Sheppard and McKay stood there.
"Yes, gentlemen?"
"I thought we were supposed to have a debriefing."
"And I thought we could all use the downtime before we plunged back into the routine of Atlantis."
"Are you... Is everything all right, Elizabeth?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"
"The... uh... " Sheppard couldn't seem to drag his eyes above where her robe clung damply to her breasts.
"Put your eyes back in your head, would you, Major?" McKay gave him a less than gentle nudge with his elbow.
"Ooof!" Sheppard actually turned red. "That's Lt. Colonel. Uh... No reason, ma'am."
"Then if you'll excuse me, gentlemen?" Elizabeth gave them a slight smile and stepped back, letting the door to her quarters slide shut. She stared at it thoughtfully, wondering when those two would finally realize where all their sniping and snarking was leading.
She turned away.
"They have gone." Elle stood in the alcove once more. "I will prepare a repast for you, Lady."
"Will you join me?"
"You wish me to?"
"I do. I have missed you, your company."
"Then it will be my pleasure, Lady." Elle inclined her head.
Elizabeth crossed to her and tipped her chin up until golden eyes met brown.
"No, darling girl." She took the small hand, brought it to her mouth to caress the palm, then led her toward the bed, where a veritable feast had appeared as if by magic. "It will be our pleasure."
~End~