A/N: Things heat up for Shep. Rodney gets a clue. Sgt. Bates tries to sneak back a book.

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Part 4:

With Morning

By Lady Valmar

Song Inspiration: Ecstasy (Original Airplay Mix) by ATB

Sheppard's body shook as he felt the height of an intense wave crescendo over him, taking his breath away. When he had found his way back down, the mess he had made was quite a sight.

As his breathing slowed, a lazy grin pulled at his mouth, until a knock interrupted his musings. Then without warning Rodney came bursting in.

Sheppard groped for the sheets to cover him self and managed to do so before Rodney saw anything, but what Rodney did see made his mouth drop open in shock.

"Uhh…Sheppard why is there white…Uhh eewww…I'll just be outside," said Rodney, his full of avid repugnance.

Sheppard awoke with a start, clenching the sheets up to his chin.

It was only a dream. It was only a dream. Thought Sheppard, trying hard not to stare towards the door, where in his dream Rodney had come bursting through. Quite literally actually.

Sheppard sat up his eyes darting from his bed to door a couple of times.

What a nightmare!

Sheppard stretched his legs out and jumped in surprise as pain shouted out from a certain area.

Not now! Thought Sheppard, feeling the telltale signs of the vasocongestion or otherwise known as'blue balls'.

Trying hard not to move too much he slid out of bed, it was only 3 in the morning but he couldn't sleep after that kind of dream and especially being in the condition that he was in.

There was only one way to relieve his condition and that was obvious except for the fact that he was sore…

So, he resigned to take a long, cold shower, and then afterwards to get some fresh air.

Feeling slightly refreshed and better he dressed in some old sweatpants and a blue shirt, and plucked his book up.

He wanted to read more, but he knew that it would only make things probably worse for him. So instead he dropped it back down on his bed and left.

Returning to his favorite balcony Sheppard gazed out at the horizon, feeling the cold air caress his face. The air, however, didn't stop the yearning he was feeling.

Despite the sore ache if he didn't relieve it how much worse would it be if he went to work like this?

I should probably remedy the problem soon otherwise you may not be able to focus all throughout the day, thought Sheppard to himself.

It occurred to him, that if he was careful enough he could, in a sense, relieve the stress, while on this balcony.

Just the thought alone sent excitement coursing through him, but he really didn't want another Rodney episode, only this time in real life, and then he really would be humiliated

But, he surprised himself, by drifting his hand towards the hem of the pants, keeping his eyes peeled for any onlookers or signs of Rodney. Then slowly began to unzip.

It had ended just as quickly as it had started, and he found that even though it was rather one of the more embarrassing things he had ever done, that it had helped.

Only problem was well…the mess. Sheppard raced back to his room and took another cool shower, finally relief.

As the water coursed over his hot, languid body, he began to wonder why Rodney had suddenly dropped by on his balcony the other day.

What was Rodney up to, and I have got to find out why he has a journal, could be something I could use as leverage against him telling everybody that I'm reading a romance novel, thought Sheppard, with an evil grin.

And what is going on with Ronon and Teyla are they…?

As quickly as Sheppard thought about it, it passed.

No they wouldn't, would they and why am I even thinking about this. Back to the book.

Sheppard dropped back onto his bed and tore the book up to his eyes, continuing his obsessive reading.

His only regret was that he wouldn't be able to finish off the next chapters because he had to return to gate travel later on in the day.

With that in mind, Sheppard continued onward.

I turned to the languisement when he groaned, kneeling solicitously, unbuttoning his voluminous pantaloons and taking him into my mouth. I thought that would be the undoing of him, but he surprised me, spilling me onto my back and tossing my legs into the air, performing the act of giving homage to Naamah with two years' pent vigor.

…The young man standing in the shadows behind me bowed in the traditional manner of the Cassiline Brotherhood, hands crossed before him at chest level…"Phedre no Deluanay," he said formally, "I am Joscelin Verreuil of the Cassiline Brotherhood. It is my privilege to attend."

Before the sun began to rise, Sheppard had again found the urge for another release, this time thankfully, in his own room.

Rodney had been trying, since he'd heard Radek had been seen plucking a cloud-covered book from the rec room, to find ways to get that book back.

His latest attempt had been when he had thought Radek had gone out onto the balcony but he ended up finding Sheppard reading, what he was pretty sure was a romance novel. It was actually prefect timing, the only problem was that he had forgotten about the journal and had to make a break for it when Sheppard saw it.

The last thing he wanted was for anybody to know he had some woman's diary and was reading it.

Which reminded Rodney, as he took of sip of his coffee, reclining in the plastic chair in his room that if he finished typing his summary of his latest research that he would have just enough time before the mission briefing to read some more of the diary.

Within the hour Rodney was pulling up the journal to read another entry he had skimmed yesterday without really reading.

Dr. Carson Beckett – Adorable with that demur doctor attitude. Beautiful, absolutely stunningly blue eyes and I want to suck on his lips. I must admit most of the time when he speaks to me, I end up watching his lips and I sometimes can't help but subconsciously lick my lips and I try so hard not to do that but I can't help it. Sometimes I have these fantasies or dreams about him telling me I need a very thorough examination and then he tells me to strip down and he corners me on one of those cots and he kisses me as I squeal, "Oh doctor, do you really think there is something wrong with me?" And he answers, " Oh yes, there could me something very serious wrong here, I am going to need to keep you in the infirmary for a couple of days, just to be sure," as he slides his hands down my sides and pulls off the one plastic surgical glove he has on. Carson's accent eegah! I just swoon everytime I hear it…

Rodney shook his head, what was it with women and doctors, well the medical kind anyways, sheesh!

Another entry this time with imagery.

A heroic sketching of Carson with surgical gloves performed a gynecological examine on a woman. A purple mask hid her face.

Rodney flipped the page quickly only to come across an entry titled, 'First Date.'

His eyes popped out as he read the entry.

He went out on a date. A date with her! Disgusting! Why would he want to date her! Of all people! I knew he had a thing for blondes but she isn't even blonde. Of course neither am I…but that's not the point. She may be sweet but I bet she has some deep dark secret, like maybe she was a man in a previous life.

Rodney gasped.

Whoever this woman was she was not blonde, she had wanted him, Sheppard and Carson and she knew about his date with Katie.

Reading on, Rodney tried to ignore the crude sketching of Katie getting bonked on the head with a pencil.

Today is the day, I'm going to march right up to him and confess my feelings to him. Uh. On second thought, nope. I'm just too chicken. So sue me! Ow here he comes again, his round tush jiggling. Oh! Did I actually say jiggling. Oh and nevermind his tush, that…

Rodney closed the diary and walked over to the mirror, backing up to it he walked forward, watching his backside.

Oh wow it does jiggle, thought Rodney as he found himself blushing, some woman is looking at my tush…I have got to take a cold shower.

Rodney set the diary under his pillow, picking up a new towel from his drawer, while removing his shoes.

Sgt. Bates, walked down the hallway to the infirmary. Trying hard not to make too much sound.

Swiping his hand over the crystal to the door, he stepped inside, being mindful of the light where Carson's desk was.

As he approached the desk, there sat the book, propped open by a stone paperweight. Glancing around he casually picked it up, stashing it on the inside of his jacket.

Moving forward he snuck back out, so far so good.

Then his foot hit a small box and he tripped making a pole used for I.V. drips fall over.

Dashing out of the infirmary he heard Beckett yell, "Who's there?"

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