Vegas: Conquest3

"To the last syllable of recorded time;"

Moira settled the baby in his crib. She bestowed soft kisses on his rosy face. She stroked his rosy cheek, and then his little arm as he cooed, entranced by his mother. His little hands grasped her long, silky hair and she gently pried his fingers open to free it. She smiled as he giggled, then yawned. "Easy, darling. Go to sleep now like a good boy. Mommy and daddy are right here. You have nothing to worry about, Johnny."

John stood in the doorway, watching the interaction between mother and child. He felt oddly like a third wheel although the woman was his wife and the child was his son. He let his gaze wander over Moira as she leaned over the crib. The green t-shirt she wore rose up a little, giving him a glimpse of her bare back. The khaki pants hugged her rear with delicious exactness. "Is he okay? You're saying he can sense the, the Wraith?" he asked, coming to stand right behind her. "Is that what you are saying?"

His sudden proximity startled Moira and she straightened, bumping into him. "Yes."

He scowled at the brevity of her answer. He looked over her shoulder at the sleeping infant. "And?" he asked, voice low, impatient. His body brushed along hers.

"Every time we were in that one lab he would get all fussy and upset. It was the only place that upset him and I couldn't figure out why. Until today when he was bawling and bawling because Carson was, was moving that thing to another floor!"

"Sorry," John said, touching her hips and subtly aligning her rear along his crotch. Her anger was arousing him and he pondered how to direct that mood to a more passionate one. "I had no idea it would affect him like that. Nor did Carson."

"That's no excuse for not telling me!" she flared, but calmed her voice and expression as the baby stirred. "Go to sleep, darling." Moira tried to ignore her husband's intimate proximity. She stroked the baby's arm.

"How?" John asked in a low voice. He looked at his son. The baby was sleeping peacefully, unperturbed by the argument between his parents. His little eyes were closed. His little mouth was open as he softly snorted, then sucked at nothing. His little hands were curled around the edges of his blue blanket.

"I'm not sure. I think it may to do with the double ATA gene…or, or something else. Something in his DNA. When we, when we were fed upon and that enzyme entered us it had to have some kind of biochemical reaction. And then when we were subjected to that process again, twice over, it had to have some kind of chemical interaction. I'm not sure. I only know that he senses that, that thing and it makes him unhappy. It scares him, John. When the Wraith are in the same building with him he can sense them and he gets scared. So, so do I," she softly admitted.

"Sorry," John repeated quietly. "I will have it removed from the premises ASAP, sweetheart, I promise. You should confer with Carson."

"Gee, ya think?" she snapped. She adjusted the blue blanket around the sleeping baby. "I will, once I'm not pissed at him anymore."

John smirked. Her anger and her tone were only exciting the lower regions of his body. "Are you still pissed at me, baby?" he asked into her ear. He ran his tongue along her earlobe.

Moira shifted, reacting to the abrasive feel of his stubble on her skin and to the warm wetness of his tongue. She moved, colliding with his very interested cock as he was all but pressing into her rear now. Intentions none too subtle. "Yes!" she managed to snap at him, but her voice was breathless as a murmur was trapped in her throat.

"Good. I was hoping you would say that," he retorted. "Moira."

Moira whirled. "Move!" She shoved past John, furious.

John smiled as his cock jerked in his pants. He stepped to the crib. "Go to sleep, buddy. Daddy is about to do mommy real good."

"No, he's not!" Moira retorted from the other room, still angry, but also anticipating a more intimate reunion with her husband. She heard his footsteps as he entered the room. She continued talking. "We may have a much more serious problem than the Wraith, John. The speed of the sudden climatic changes is only accelerating and I have analyzed the existing data and found a startling correspondence to the prehistoric climate of Earth when there was only one land mass called Pangea!" The last word came out as an exclamation as John abruptly grabbed her rear and squeezed. "John!"

He laughed, freed her to spin her round to face him. He kissed her, causing her to drop the files she had been gathering in her hands. It was a long, deep, probing kiss as his tongue thoroughly invaded her mouth; much like his cock was yearning to do at a lower point on her anatomy. The kiss went on and on and on until Moira was forced to push at him in an effort to surface for air.

"John!" she squeaked, breathless, brown eyes wide. Her body reacted almost violently to his hunger, his need, his seduction.

He licked his lips, pressing himself to her, trapping her between his very aroused body and the hard table behind her. "Now, baby. Right fucking now," he growled.

She pushed at his chest but he was immovable. "Now? Whether I like it or not?" she teased, anticipating the sex almost as much as he was.

He smiled. "Yeah, but you'll like it, baby. Believe me. You will like it a lot."

The knocking woke Moira. She stirred, hearing the persistent noise at the door. She squirmed, finding herself pleasantly pinned under John. His warmth and weight enveloped her. "Just a second!" she called. "John? John. John!" She pushed, wriggling but he snorted, adjusting himself on top of her, still asleep. Their naked bodies entwined in repose under the blankets. "John, move! John!" she snapped, shoving at him, hitting his arm, his back.

John snorted again, but slid off her at last. Muttering under his breath as he all but buried his face in the pillows.

Moira smiled at his obstinacy, at the remembered pleasure of their bodies relentlessly joining, joining until at last they had succumbed to fatigue. She scrambled out of the bed and into her clothes. The baby began to fuss, disturbed at the noise. Shoving her hair behind her shoulders she moved to the door and cautiously opened it. "Oh." She stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind her to preserve the privacy of both Johns.

Evan smiled, eying her unkempt appearance. "Sorry, Moira. I didn't mean to intrude but I can't find Sheppard anywhere so I figured he might be here. He was hell bent to see Woolsey and McKay but he hasn't spoken to them yet, and I was told he hadn't started his twenty-four."

"He hasn't, not yet, I mean…he, he was distracted by hearing Johnny and met us in the lab." She leaned against the door, hearing the baby's cries rise and then fall, then silence as he was tended by his father. "Was it important?"

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't have intruded."

The door opened and Moira almost fell, but John's solid body was there to brace her. He was dressed, holding his son as the baby gurgled happily and held onto his father's black t-shirt. "What is it?" he asked gruffly, glancing at Moira and her hasty attire. A smirk came and went.

"You haven't spoken to them yet?"

"Not yet. I was distracted by other concerns. Then Moira came onto me and what's a guy to do?"

"John!" she flared, elbowing him. The baby chortled, as if he understood the joke. She smiled at the infant, kissed him, but grew somber. "This is about the negotiation with the Queen, isn't it?"

Both men exchanged a surprised glance, and then eyed her. "Yeah," John answered.

"You know about it?" Evan asked.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" John flared.

"When did I have the chance, detective? You were far too busy serving those multiple warrants!"

John grinned. "Oh. Yeah, I was."

Moira turned from him to Evan who was eying one, then the other with baffled amusement. "Sorry. Yes, it's the talk of the base…in fact Woolsey's heading up the committee to try to convince the President not to concede. But there's worse."

"Worse?" Both men asked at the same time, glancing at each other.

Moira nodded as the baby prattled, oblivious. "Yes. They're talking about a truce."