Fic: Elizabeth Weir's 5 Most Enduring Fantasies (NC-17)

Title: Elizabeth Weir's 5 Most Enduring Fantasies
Author: miera
Summary: A "5 Things" response
Pairings: Weir/Sheppard, Weir/Dex, Weir/Zelenka, Weir/Zelenka/Lorne, Weir/Emmagan/Heightmeyer
Main characters: Everyone
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: SOME SLASH CONTENT
Spoilers: nothing past S2
Beta: none
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Feedback: Like peanut butter and chocolate together
Author's Notes: mmmchelle inspired me to indulge in a 5 Things idea of my own. There is some slash content here.



In the early months of their stay in Pegasus, there were a number of times when she thought it would be beneficial to transmute the tension between her and John into something that relieved stress instead of adding to it. She had a lot of fantasies about up-against-a-wall sex during those months. Sometimes he shoved her, sometimes she shoved him, but it always ended with John far more compliant than before.

Which, of course, was the ultimate fantasy.

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The first few months after Ronon's arrival had been interesting to say the least. She usually changed up her fantasies fairly regularly, but the one about kneeling on her bed while Ronon spread her knees apart and took her from behind lingered for a long damn time before finally losing its power.

Thankfully everyone, including Ronon, seemed to assume the way she got tongue-tied around him was just because they were so different, personality-wise.

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She always felt slightly guilty when she fantasized about Radek. Even though he didn't know, couldn't know, about it, *she* knew about his attraction to her, and that made her feel like she was somehow taking advantage of him.

Then again, before she'd been aware of his small crush, she hadn't thought him particularly attractive. After she started making note of things like how his hands moved over Ancient technology, or how his eyes looked without his glasses, she started realizing how handsome he was, in a unique way.

She fantasized about having sex with him while they were face to face. In her bed or his, him on top or her, didn't matter, as long as they were looking at one another. She couldn't help enjoying the idea of being in the position to grant him something he wanted so much. Didn't all women want to be a goddess to at least one person, at least once in their lives?

***

It was while John's team was missing, during their disastrous encounter with Ford, that her mind began to reach out for something that would keep away the fear that she'd lost the four of them. That was when Lorne began to make regular appearances in her dreams.

By the time the team has come back, she's gone a bit farther. Her favorite one is about her and Lorne and Radek together (the two people she'd leaned on the most in the previous weeks, after all). The major is naked, lying in her bed, and she's straddling him. He's buried deep in her, but neither of them are moving. Instead Radek, who could be totally polite and completely bossy at the same time she's discovered, would rub at her clit under she came so hard it made Lorne come as well. All without them having to move.

Then Radek would push her onto her back and take her while Lorne watched.

Long after the team returned, she came back to that one over and over as her standby fantasy. It never failed to get the job done.

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Her most enduring fantasy, though, is something of an old-fashioned Sapphic bacchanalia. She's learned that the Athosians have some taboos about non-reproductive sex (understandable, given living conditions in Pegasus). She likes imagining introducing Teyla to some of the pleasures that could be had aside from regular heterosexual penetrative sex. Especially with other women.

And something about the idea of watching Teyla suckling on Kate's breast, the way their skin would look lying together, made a wonderful warmth steal through her, even after three years. Or her kissing Kate while they both used their hands to make Teyla come again and again underneath them.

Thinking of how Teyla would respond to that, it just never got old.

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