What a messy day
The fog whirled around him. Dark and gray and gloomy, the mist was thick, almost oily. It was pitch black, beasty-cold, the icy wind prickled on his skin - John shivered, felt the cold in every bone of his body. He swore, strained to see something through the fog and caught glimpses of light and vague sounds from afar.
He listened carefully, pricked up his ears. There it was again - voices, calling him, alluring him. "John, come here, join us. What are you waiting for?" Even with the fog distorting the voices, he recognized one of them as Caitlins voice. John moved towards the light and stopped, dead in his tracks.
All his friends were there, even Ford and Sumner, sitting around an open fireplace, laughing and chatting. Caitlin smiled brightly at him, reaching out her hand:" What took you so long? We're all waiting for you." She was so beautiful. John wanted to step closer, to grab her hand, to join them, but he couldn't move one bit and his gaze went down his body. Strong heavy chains wrap round him, holding him tight, cut deep into his flesh, taking his breath away.
He watched his friends and at once he saw it. Dark shadows crawl up from the ground, swirl around them, their faces, their feet and bodies, spinning webs of charcoel gray matter. John got the impression of bony fingers, trying to grab his warning he felt every hair on his body stand up. "Watch out!" He yelled, but not one single tone left his throat. Desparetly, he tried it over and over again but he was left mute. He stared at his friends, condemned to inactivity. The terrifiying scene tossed him into a state of panic, took brutally possession of him, so hard it shook him, cold shower ran down his spine and breath caught in his throat.
Ronon was the first one. They snap his neck, just like that, and the killing sound when he broke, was excruciating, re-echoed in Johns ears. "NO!!" John screamed at the top of his voice, struggled, fought fiercely to burst his bounds - and yet had to watch deedless, how one by one got murdered. Ronon, Teyla, Rodney, Carson, Elizabeth, Sumner, Ford - all dead, their broken eyes looking reproachfully at him. John was frozen in terror, starring with wide eyes terrified in disbelief at the dead bodies - this was irrational. He was on the edge to lose his senses, his insides squirm in torture and pain, an ice-cold vice seemed to squeeze his heart and his chest felt broken into pieces.
He glanced at Caitlin. She stood very still, staring out into the dark gray mist. The fog became frenzied, whirling and spinning madly, winding around was fear on her face, her eyes wide with horror. Caitlin looked at him and called out softly: "John, you'd said you'll take care of me, always. You promised. John!" He saw the bony hands again, wrapping around her throat. A cold chill swept down his spine, his blood ran cold and his heart accelerated, he stumbled forward, trying to yank her away, but it was too late.
She screamed and pulled away, trying to run when there was nowhere to go. The pressure on her throat increased. She choked, her face deathly pale. Caitlin slumped down, fell silently to the ground, and her voice died with her, leaving back a deathful stillness. A blood-curdling scream split the air. John screamed his mind to the heavens. His blood swirled and roared in his ears, violent lightning pain flashed through his body, tearing him apart, lacerate his heart. He felt utterly and completely alone.
Something heavy smashed against his chest. He went down hard, face first, the air driven from his lungs and pain burning through his body like a hot brand. Kolyas face hunched over him and taunted him, accussing him:"It's all your fault, John. Time to pay your debts. Now!" The chains tighten, mushing his chest, he felt the burst of tearing pain. A deadly cold crawl up, the dark closed in, fighting for supremacy, trying to drag him under. He wanted it – the peace of oblivion – he wanted it so bad. John closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate, ready to leave the world.
Wind whipped around him, carrying a feminine voice, soft, entreating, enticing. "John, come back." He jerked, opened wide his eyes. It was Caitlins voice, she whispered to him as the wind ruffled his hair and caressed his nape. But that's impossible. She was dead, he saw her dying. Still he felt her smooth warm body on his, her hands and silk hair stroke over his skin, radiating warmth, spending him comfort. "John, wake up. You're dreaming."
He felt her soft lips, brushing tenderly over his face and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. John opened his eyes, looked straight into her beloved face and a warm pleasant shower ran through his body, let him shudder. "Hi, there you are. You had a nightmare, honey. It took me a lot to wake you up." Caitlin whispered and her sweet voice swashed caressing over him. She bent over him, a tender smile curled around her full lips and her soft hair brushed over his skin. Caitlin stroke with her fingers smoothly over his face and through his hair, soothing his nerves.
John let himself look around, the first rays of dawn shone through the window, enlighten the room and he recognized the familiar surrounding of Caitlins quarter. He sighed with relief, drew her closer and burried his face in her long silk hair, inhealing her intimated fragrance. "I love you," he whispered noiseless and his trembling hands stroke softly over her bare skin, reassuring himself that this was the reality. They just lay there, their bodies closely entwined, arms and legs tangled together. Caitlin broke the silence and lifted her head, her eyes resting gently on his face: "Are you okay, John? You wanna tell me your dream?"
Even she knew his answer, she had to ask him, hoping he would talk to her this time. A slow smile played around his mouth, but didn't reach his eyes:" Yes, I'm okay, Linnie. Just a stupid nightmare, that's all." John smoothed her hair back and his lips brush softly over hers, back and forth, his tongue slid over the seams of her lips, teasing her. "Just kiss me Linnie. I wanna feel you, I need to feel you," he murmured against her lips, his voice sounded desperate.
Her gaze met his. Caitlin saw his pain, hiding in the depths of his wonderful hazel green eyes, but also need, desire, hunger for her and a hot rush of love flashed through her right into her heart. She kissed him with every bit of passion and hunger and surrender she'd for him. Their tongues twine and dance, hot licks, desperate frenzied kisses, devouring one another, feeding on each others's passion. John kissed her as though his very life, his very survival depended on it. He kissed her as if he could never get enough of her or the taste of her.
Heat radiated from his body, setting hers on fire and her blood pounded in a hot rush through her veins. His hands slid over her soft skin, slowly inch by inch, his fingertips searching and finding every hot spot, teasing her until her body went soft and pliant, melting into his. Their mouths welded together so that they breathed for one another. Her fingers tangle in his hair, his fingers tangle in hers.
Caitlin moaned and pressed her body tighter against his. The feeling of his heavy erection, thick and hard, against her womb increased her desire, her body was throbbing for his. Her hips start to move, a slow erotic swirl as her fingers and lips brush over his muscly body, leaving a hot trace, burning through his skin, enlightening every nerve in his body, setting him on fire. Her fingers slid in a long caress over him, shaped the thick shaft as her fingertips ran tender over the engorged head.
John groaned with pleasure. His fist grasped the covers, throwing them from the bed onto the floor. Caitlin pulled out of his arms and knelt beside him. Her long brown hair fell in a silken cascade and brushed intimately over his stomach. The pads of her fingers stroke with infinite slowness over his strong thighs up to his hips. She looked so sexy rising above him, watching him with her emerald green eyes, eyes that had gone slumberous and seductive. "Forget what you'd dreamt, John. Don't think about anything right now." Her hands reached for his pulsing erection and his breath left his lungs in a long rush. The curve of her butt enticed him and he brought up his hands to stroke her rounded cheeks.
She suddenly bent her head, her hot mouth taking half of his erection deep into her mouth. "Oh, damn, Linnie," he gasped, his hands coming up to tangle in her hair. Her mouth was pure hot silk, tight and moist and gliding over him with wicked intent. John angled his head to get a better view of her lips sliding up and down him. She was so beautiful he wanted to weep, so sexy a part of him felt nearly animalistic in his need for her. The sight made his heart pound ferociously and drove every sane thought out of his mind.
Her tongue did some kind of swirling dance, a wild tangle and his entire body jerked. A hoarse moan left his throat. "Again," he ordered, with a strangled voice. Do it again." Sensations ripple through him and need clawed at his gut and tightened his groin until he was certain he would explode. He was on the edge of control, but he wanted to be inside of her. John took a deep controlling breath and pulled back. He dragged her head back and caught her around her waist, lifting her. "Straddle me."
Caitlin widened her thighs and settled over him with a slow, seductive wiggle that sent deep shudders of pleasure through his body. Her long hair spilled around her and brushed over his skin. She put up her hands and he took them so she could use leverage as her body rose and fell, stroking his. She threw her head back, arched back, moving differently, tightening muscles until he was certain he would explode.
"Linnie." Her name was a husky sound, excaping from his constricted throat. His lungs burn, a fire spread through his belly, centered in his groin, and gathered into a wild conflagration. He couldn't take his gaze from her. The soft morning light tangled over her face and body, her hair flashed red streaks, and her pale skin seemed made of dewy petals."You're so beautiful Linnie, I love you." Her expression on her face, deeply absorbed in the ride of lust and love and passion, shook his entire beeing.
She looked at him, her emerald green eyes glowing fierly, full of love and desire. "I love you, John." Caitlin moved with exquisite slowness, undulating her body, sending him right out of his mind. The erotic visual only increased his raging hunger for her. He could see it on her face, the passion, the intensity of the orgasm as it overtook her. Seeing her like that heightened his own pleasure, and he wanted more, wanted her flushed body to feel it again and again and bring his body to his own explosive orgasm.
He caught her hips in his hand, taking control to guiding her ride, thrusting upward hard as she slid down on him, encasing him in a fist of hot velvet. He shuddered with pleasure, feeling the pressure building relentlessly. She climaxed again, so hard this time her body shuddered and her small muscles gripped him, milking him dry, taking everything from him until there was no choice but to lose his control and empty himself into her.
Linnie collapsed over him, her head on his shoulder, her hair everywhere in a wild tangle of brown silk. Her breath came in the same rasping gasps as his did. He could feel her heart thumping like mad through her soft skin. John braught up his arms to enclose her, to wrap her tight against him. Neither wanted to move. They could only lay wrapped in each other's arms trying to find a way to breathe and calm their pounding hearts.
"I love you so very much John." she whispered softly in his ear. His fingers shoved her hair aside. "Me too, Linnie." She snuggled closer to him. "Then say it John. Say the three words. Come on, I'm all ears." He loved her drowsy, sexy voice as she teased him. "I said it to you, sweetheart." Caitlin kissed him softly. "Yes, when we're making love. I tell you all the time. There should be a rule you have to tell me at least once a day."
He shifted her gently until she was on her side with him curled around her, his favorite position to sleep. "Shush! Close your eyes and rest, Linnie. We still have more than an hour before we've to get up." He peeked with one eye over her on the floor. "Could you angle for the blanket, sweetie? I don't wanna move." Caitlin reached behind her neck to ruffle his hair. "You tossed it on the floor, remember?"
She leant forward, stretched her arm as long as possible, managed it to snatch one corner of the covers and pulled them up, throwing it over him. "You're such a lazy man, John Sheppard." He grinned as he tuck them in and nuzzled her neck: "I know, but you love me anyway." She laughed faintly, cuddling closer against him: "And cheeky too, I love you the way you're, John." Her hands stroke over his strong arms and she started a new attempt: "Do you wanna tell me about your dream now?"
John wrapped his arms tighter around her: " No. Why don't you tell me your nightmares?" Caitlin turned her head so she could look into his face, frowning at him:" What nightmares? I don't have one." He raised his head, looked pensively at her as he ask her softly: "So tell me why are you crying sometimes in your sleep. I wiped the tears off your face." Her gaze swifted away. "This is different, it isn't a nightmare."
John kissed tender her shoulder and laid his head back. "You just won't tell me, right Linnie?" She sighed deeply. "Not now, maybe one day. Is that okay for you?" There was a melancholic note in her voice that touched him deep. "Yes, it is. Come here, sweetheart." He drew her closer, just holding her tight and Caitlin felt safe and salvaged in his embrace. "I love you, John." She whispered and snuggled deeper in his arms. "I love you." He mumbled into her hair, his voice was so low, she barely could understand the words. Caitlin smiled satisfied, closed her eyes and snoozed away.
John just lay still beside her, listening to her breath. She'd managed it to calm his mind and soothe him whatever demons had held him in their grip. He knew they'll return to torture him again, but with Caitlin on his side they're more bearable. His gaze slid through the room and he smiled contented about the fact how is life had changed the last five months.
Her quarter became his home, everybody in the city knew where to find him in case of an emergency. They got used to it and accepted their relationship. Since the party he had slept only a few times in his quarter. When he came back from a mission in the middle of the night, he just wouldn't disturb her, but he hadn't count with Caitlin. She'd waited for him and when he hadn't showed up, she sneaked into his quarter searching him, moaning she couldn't sleep without him. John smiled by the memory. It had felt so darn good, when she'd slipped under the sheets, curling her smooth, warm body around his, purring like a content kitten.
Of course his small bed wasn't that comfortable as her broad bed. John still wondered, how she managed it to bring this with her, the long way from earth. He'd ask her once and she'd talked something about an uncle and connections. He hadn't really listened to her in that moment because he was more interested of exploring her body thoroughly.
Caitlins room was cozy arranged, with warm-coloured cushions and blankets evenly spread on the sofa and chair, some small fluffy carpets on the ground, even an old rockingchair stood in a corner near the window. Some pictures hung on the wall, standing on the drewer, showing her family and the countries she'd been. The air was imbueded with her peerless, delicious fragance.
The moment he entered the room, a salving, warm feeling perfused him and he knew he was home. Her quarter became his sheet anchor, his getaway spot apart from his unsteady, dangerous daily life and he savoured every precious moment he could spend in here.
On one of the drewers stood her sword on a rack and John smiled broadly as he thought back to the day he had it in his hands. "Is it sharp?" He'd asked as his thumb slided already over the blade. "Yes of course, razorsharp. What will I do with a blunt sword? Don't strike over the blade, John." But the warning came too late, his finger was already bleeding. Caitlin came and was muttering about men were like kids, touch first and ask later and that he were spreading his blood all over the floor. She'd licked the blood of his thumb because she hadn't a bandage on hand and at the end they found theirselves in bed again, making love.
John smiled blitheful, they match perfectly, in every way. He felt so complete, when they were together and he knew she was everything he ever wanted. He needed her, she was his salvation. Caitlin gave him selfless and without any doubts all her love and grace. John snuggled closer, watching her sleeping, his hands stroke softly over her skin - she became his life and he would do anything for her.
Sometimes he questioned himself. Would she still love him when she knew all of him, all his failings? Or would she turn her back on him then? That's what frightened him the most. He knew he also was often jealous without a reason, but he couldn't help it. As soon as other men made a move on her, he felt enraged, fury start to smolder inside of him and he'd trouble to control his temper. Caitlin was a very attractrive woman and he didn't trust his sudden luck entirely.
Caitlin opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Hi, you're already awake?" She stretched her body and kissed him softly. "I didn't sleep at all, I was just watching you. You're sweet when you're asleep." She cuddled against him and peeked at the watch. "What? Already after eight? Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" She jumped out of the bed and rushed into the bathroom. His eyebrow shot up and he frowned. "Why? Did you miss something important today? I thought you'd a lazy day today, like me." He shouted. John heard her muttering out from the bathroom, heard the shower and ten minutes later she showed up, all wet, searching through a drawer for a towel. "Damned, where are the towels when you need them? "
John laughed heartly at her sight:" Why are the rush? And I can be your towel." She shot a glance at him, her eyes sparkle fierly as she pointed one finger on him: "Forget it, take a cold shower, man." But she had to laugh too whilst she toweled herself, placing herself on the bed. "Because I have an appointment with Ronon at nine for practicing and I don't wanna see his cheeky smile again, when he mentioned that I'm late." Caitlin made a funny face and deepened her voice, trying to imitate him and John started to laugh again. "Well, let him smile, honey." He grabbed her and drew her closer, spreading tiny little kisses over her body.
Caitlin laughed and struggled: "Oh no, leave it. I have no time and besides that you had your share this morning." He smiled cheeky at her. "Yes I know, you were above. We can do it now the other way." She laughed again, trying to wind out of his grip. "You're a sex maniac, John Sheppard, you know that?" She almost struggled free, when he caught her again. "So, I'm a sex maniac? But you love it. Admit it, here and now, otherwise I won't let you go."
He wrapped his muscly arms around her, pressing her down on the matress until she stopped her resistance and surrendered: "Yes, I admit it. I love it, among a whole other things I love about you." Her hands ran through his wonderful dark hair and she kissed him, very softly, very gently. "I love you more than my life, John. I would do everything for you, you know?" Her soft voice embraced him and her wonderful green eyes look so intensive at him, he got the feeling she could see right into his soul. A rush of emotions wash over him, he hide his face at her neck and savoured her closeness.
They just lay there the next few minutes, caressing each other, enjoying their proximity until Caitlin moved:" I would love to lay with you here the whole day, but I must get dressed." She kissed him a last time and stood up, reluctantly. "What are your program for today besides lazy?" She slipped in her clothes, brushed her hair with long, forceful strokes and bounded it to a plaid. John lay still on the bed, watching her."Oh, nothing special. A bit paperwork, our daily briefing, a bit gun-exercise with you and your friends, by order of Elizabeth. She thinks doctors should also be able to use a gun." She looked at him, smiling broadly. "Gun excersices with us noobs? You'll be having a lot of fun, sweetheart. Specially with Jenny and Mary." John peeked at her. "Did I hear there a bit malicious joy out of your voice?"
Caitlin tried to look innocent but a slow smile tugged at her mouth, her eyes dancing . "Just a bit, honey. But you will survive us, at least I hope so." She laughed and the sound of her laughter played over his skin like a caress. He felt her touch on his body, inside, deep, where he knew he could never get her out. John shivered slightly. When she was teasing him, laughing the way she was, when the warmth in her was pouring over him, she was irresistible. " I have to go now. See you later." She kissed him briefly and turned around, but he grabbed her and pulled her back on the bed, unwilling to let her go. "John, leave me, I have to go."
She held her hand against his chest to fend him off, without the slightest chance. He circled his strong arms around her, squeezing her tightly against him. "I'll let you go, after you kissed me again. Come on, that's an order, Dr. Summer." Caitlin looked down in his amazing eyes, sparkling cheery at her. "You're very bossy, Colonel Sheppard, bossy, demanding and 're a dictator." He nodded by every word of her, smiling broadly. "That's why you love me, honey. Now kiss me."
She laughed faintly and her finger pointed at his chest. "What I'd said, such a dick – tator." Her voice sounded low and seductive. John felt her full soft lips as her mouth took possession of his and she kissed him, hot, fierly, ravenously as her hands slid gently over his body, teasing and challenging him.
John gasped for air when she pulled back. "That's a foretaste of what you can expect this evening." Caitlin whispered softly and stood up. He looked down his body. "You can't leave me like this, Linnie." An arch smile flashed over her face. "I just say two words: Cold shower! Bye John." She left the room with lightning speed and heard the bounce of a cushion flying against the door, and his laughing voice:"You little minx!"
John entered quietly the gym, leant relaxed against the wall and allowed his gaze to slide through the room. Nobody noticed his presence except for Ronon. Three of his marines were also there, all eyes were focused on Caitlin and Ronon. Caitlin was fully concentrated on Ronon, listened carefully to his explanations as he showed her the most effective way to bring her sword into action. They use wooden swords for training, similar to japanese swords.
"Come on Caitlin, try it again. Stay focused on my eyes. Let's go, attack me." Ronon stood steady as Caitlin moved slowly, watching and revolving him, looking out for the best angle to attack him. She shammed an assault from the left yet the stroke of her sword came from the right, but Ronon had seen through her deceptive maneuver. The swords clash together, he parried her attack, stroke back, blow on blow, pushing her to fully retreat. By his last strike Caitlin ducked away and jumped asight, her sword dashed down to hit his back.
But she hadn't reckoned with Ronons speed of action. He swirled around fast, grasped her arm, pulled her against him and Caitlin felt his sword on her throat. "Gotcha!" he said with a big grin on his face and let go of her. "Crap!" She threw her sword furious across the gym, swirled around and punched hard against Ronons chest. "Just one time I wanna beat you. Can't you let me win just one time, damned?" She sparkled at him, mad about herself. Seeing the big grin on his face made her laugh and she nudged him.
"No, that wouldn't be fair. But you're getting better. Maybe when I'm ninty, you'll beat me, providing you can keep your temper. Your quick-temper is one of your weak points." Ronon answered, amused. Caitlin blew a strand of hair out of her face and heaved a sigh:" I know, I'm too impatient. I'll never learn to control it. But thanks for the lesson, Ronon." She grabbed a towel, wiping it over her face.
"As I said before, women will always be the weaker ones. They can't beat us." Caitlin turned slowly around to see who had dropped the words. It was one of the marines, she never saw him before, he must be a newbie. She saw his broad, bold, provokative smile, his self-opinionated posture and her temper rose up again. Caitlin paced over to him, her eyes burning, sparkling with anger yet her voice sounded calm. "Do you really believe that, Sergeant?"
Her right hand shot up to his face, she pressed the ball of her hand straight under his nose, he couldn't help it, his head bent back automatically. At the same time, she gripped hard his arm with the left , twisting it on his back as she tangled her foot around his leg and levered him from his feet. The Sergeant slammed hard on his back, gasping for air. Caitlin bent over him and a sugar-sweet smile flashed over her face. "Maybe on earth, but certainly not here." She blinked at him, turned over to Ronon and smiled broadly:"You see, sometimes my temper is just perfect. And the fact, that I have three brothers."
A general laughter went up. Caitlin held out her hand, helped the surprised Sergeant back on his feet: "No offends, Sergeant," and turned around to grasp her jacket. "Okay, I'm out of here by now, thanks again Ronon." She said, ready to go. Her gaze fell on John, who was still leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and a broad smile linger on his face. She smiled by his sight. "Hi, when did you came in?"
Before John could answer her, the young sergeant objected: "I guess, I've learned my lesson. There are worther things than beaten by a woman. Nice move, lady. Maybe we can discuss this by a cup of coffee?" He smirked as his eyes were riveted on her back. Caitlin looked over her shoulder and shook her head: "Sorry Sergeant, nice offer, but I've to refuse it." The young man didn't let her out of his sight and stalked after her: "Just a harmless coffee, you can't argue with that!" There was a lordly tone in his voice as he moved closer, unwilling to let her fob him off so easily.
John had watched amused the whole scene so far, but seeing the regarding gaze of his soldier, his smile faded and he darted a sharp glance at the Sergeant. The last words of the young man was the final straw and his bile roused. "She said no!" He called with a constrained voice, clenched his hands and moved slowly closer. Caitlin turned her head and saw John moving, noting the grim look on his face, his eyes glowing fierly, sparkling with anger.
She sighed softly about his jealousie, positioned her body between him and the Sergeant, forcing a smile on her face:" So tell me, John. Is there a special reason you're here?" She tugged inconspicuous at his jacket until he looked at her and mouthed 'Leave it.' Nobody said a word, the air was fraught with tension.
John took his time before he answered sternly: "The gun-exercise today is canceled. Ronon, in an hour in the jumper bay, okay? Kera sent us a message, mentioning something about pirates or so. I wanna check it out." Ronon nodded his approve and Sheppard turned around to leave the gym. "Wait, I'm going with you." Caitlin chased after him. They were just about to leave the room, when he turned back:"You're new here Sergeant, right?" His voice was dangerously soft and calm, he darted a piercing glance at the sergeant.
The young man had summed up the situation at a glance and answered carefully: "Yes Sir. Sergeant Kevin Anderson, Sir. I arrived a few weeks ago." John regarded him from head to toe: "I thought so because you still have a lot to learn, Sergeant Anderson. Welcome to Atlantis." There was a warning undernote in his voice. He flicked a small grin at him and left the room. Sgt. Anderson breathed out heavily and Ronon couldn't surpress a big grin, shaking his head.
They walked down the floor and Caitlin shot a side glance at him. "Was this really necessary, John?" She asked him softly. No reaction of him. "You could at least answer me." John scowled at her: "I don't wanna talk about it now." Caitlin tried it again: "Come on, don't be so obstinate, John. Stand still and talk to me, please." She grabbed his arm but he shook her hand off and moved along. Caitlin stopped, fury shimmered through her body, gripped her hard and she lost her temper. "Okay, you won't speak with me, fine. If you change your mind, let me know." She snapped, turned around and paced furious away. John looked grimly after her and went on, swearing under his breath.
Caitlin rushed into her quarter, uttering a lot of wild curses as she stripped off her clothes to jump shortly into the shower. " Not only jealous, also obstinated. Stubborn like a mule sometimes. Jealous and stubborn, even better. About nothing, absolutly nothing. Oh damned." She hated rowings and she hated his obduracy, he showed then. Caitlin tossed the towel through the bathroom and took a deep breath.
Suddenly it crossed her mind that he'll leave Atlantis in about half an hour. She couldn't let him go like that, not in a rage. What if something happened on this mission? She was always terrified when he was out there even she tried to banish the thought of him returning back heavily wounded or worth. She had to catch him before he leave.
Caitlin slipped fast in her underwear, rushed in the bedroom for her uniform and stopped abruptly. John stood at the window, his hands tucked in the pockets of his pants, looking outside. "Yes, it was necessary. His gaze glued on your butt, he was cheeky, you must admit that." He snarled, turned around and looked reproachfully at her: "And if you hadn't encouraged him, this wouldn't be happened at all."
Caitlin gasped for air, paced the room, building herself up in front of him, her hands on her hips, and frowned: "I didn't encouraged him to anything, what are you talking about? He provoked me with his words, his attitude. Okay, I'd rather not react to him, but you know me. Hearing such macho affectations always allures me to protest vehemently."
She sighed deeply as she stroke back her hair, and stared up to him: "What are you afraid for, John? I'm not in the least interested in other men than you. Stop being so jealous. There is no reason for it." Caitlin said, with a caressingly tone in her voice and her hand stroked tender over his jaw.
John looked helpless at her and shrugged his shoulders. "I just can't help it. I'm sorry Linnie." Embarrassed, he ruffled his hair, a boyish smile flashed over his face and Caitlin melted away, like everytime he gave her his puppy dog look. She moved closer, circled her arms around his neck and kissed him briefly. "Somehow I can understand you, he was cheeky and I appriciate your protection, honey."
John smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist. "At least he know by now, he shouldn't try to sidle up to his military leaders girl." Caitlin laughed faintly by his words:"Oh yes, I believe he got the message. And I appoligize for just running away like this. That wasn't right, but I hate to argue with you, you stubborn mule. I was just on my way searching for you before you leave." He regarded her from head to toe and his eyebrow shot up: "In your underwear? I'll hope not." A funny smile flashed over her face: "No of course not, you wicecracker." She nudged him and then her face went to serious.
Caitlin framed his face with both hands and looked straight into his marveleous eyes. "I love you. And in the gym there was nothing. Okay, he was a bit perky, but I could have handled him, believe me. You've to trust me, I would never deceive you, never ever." Her fingers ran softly through his hair, lingering on his neck. "I love you with everything I have, John. I don't know how else to get you to believe me other than saying it a thousand times."
John looked into her wonderful eyes, there was so much love and honesty mirrored in them, he shivered and his heart made a curious somersault. He drew her closer, just holding her tight and his hands ran in a caress over the bare skin of her back. "Just give me some time, Linnie. I'm not so good in trusting someone implicitly. But I'm working on it." He whispered softly, his lips brush over her ear down to her neck.
Caitlin snuggled against him, savouring his fondlings. "I know and I understand you very well." He gave her a questioning look, but she rejected the subject with a wave of her hand. "It's a long story, John. I'll tell you some day, but not now. Just kiss me before you have to leave me again, my dream man. I want a long hot kiss, which hold on until I see you back this evening. "
She stuck eagerly her face towards him and a tender smile rushed over his face. His hand covered her cheek whilst his thumb stroked gently over her full lips. Caitlin shuddered, his tender touch soak through her skin as if he would touch her for the first time. His soft deep voice wrapped her in like a velvet blanket: "So I'm your dream man? You know what? Your dream man would love to love you right now, if he had the time. Come here, Linnie. I need another foretaste of this evening."
John bent his head, his mouth found hers, his lips brush gently over hers, his tongue tugging and teasing until she opened for him. He kissed her thoroughly, their tongues tangling and dancing, hot and wild and hungry as their bodies melt together, in a desperatly embrace. Caitlin was drowning in his kiss, everything around her slipped away until there was only space left for him. His lips on hers, his hands caressing softly her bare skin, the feeling of his strong, muscly body against hers let her shiver. Hot waves of desire flew through her body, centering in her womb, her body went damp in instant arousal.
John loved the way she completely surrendered to him, her abandon aroused him and a rush of heat took him, a whip of lightning dance through his body right into his groin. His blood thickened and pooled. His body hardened almost to the point of pain. He moaned with pleasure, she was so responsive and giving, merging with him so completely, wanting him with the same urgency he wanted her.
A thought of sanity rush through his mind and reluctantly, he forced his body away from hers. They both gasp for air, their bodies throbbing for each other. "I have to go, Linnie." He whispered, sorrily. Caitlin sighed deeply, her hands stroke over his beloved face. "I know. Just be careful John. I'll wait for you. I love you." John heard the caring note in her voice and closed his arms around her, squeezing her tightly. "I will, sweetheart. Don't worry. See you this evening. Bye Linnie." He kissed her a last time and left the room.
Caitlin wrapped her arms around her body as if she could catch and hold the feel and warmth of his body and a slight rush of loneliness washed over her, like everytime he had to leave her. She sighed deeply again, straightened her body and put her clothes on. Okay, back to the real world, Linnie.
But her mind and body were still lingering on him, yearning for him. John Sheppard had invaded every cell of her body, conquered her heart and took possession of her soul. She was deeply grateful for his strong love to her. The last five month were the time of her life, she wouldn't miss one second of it.
Caitlin pulled her hair carelessly up to a ponytail, her gaze fell on a picture, showing her parents. "Yes Mom and Dad, you two would love him too. I really hope you'll have the chance to meet him one day." Her fingertips skim over the picture frame and with another deep-drawn sigh she left the room, heading for the infirmary.
John met Ronon on his way to the jumper bay. "Hey buddy, everything alright?" Ronon threw a searching look at his friend. John grinned: "Sure, why not? Let's go. How faster we're there, how faster we're back." They enter the jumper bay, heading for a puddle jumper. Sheppard inspected the jumper inside and placed himself on the front seat to get ready for the start. "Are we flying alone?" Ronon raised one eyebrow. "No, Carson will join us. He wanted to bring them some new medications." Ronon sat also down. "I meant, no other marines or so? You said something about pirates. I'm just wondering, that's all."
John turned around: "Well, Keras message was, that he'd some information about pirates or so, nothing about danger or attacks. Elizabeth just wants to know for sure, maybe we get a hint to those buggers, who'd attacked us several times in the last few month. It's weird, they seemed to know exactly where we're going next. It's just if they've a spy here, I don't know. Oh, and Sgt. Perry joins us too. I sent him to help Carson with his stuff."
Ronon turned his head when he heard noise from the back and grinned: "Hey John, Carson looks much better as usual." Sheppard made a face at him and turned also his head. "Hey guys, isn't that a nice surprise?" Caitlin beamed a smile at the men, followed by Sgt. Perry, who was fully laden with several bags and boxes.
John smiled broadly by her sight: "You're right, Ronon. Carson looks a lot better today. What are you doing here?" Caitlin nudged him softly: "Nice welcome, Colonel, thanks. Carson had still work to do and thought, I can handle it as well. It's just a delivery, right?"
She plucked and pulled at her protection vest, grumbling slightly: "I'll never get used to this. Very uncomfortable, so stiffy. Do I really have to wear it? I'm feeling fat and immovible in it." John laughed about her complains and her funny face and replied: "Yes, you have to wear it. I'm in charge here, so my orders counts." Caitlin turned around to Sgt. Perry. "He is very bossy, he? Is he always like this?" Perry grinned: "I won't say anything against him. He is the boss."
She turned back to John: "A loyal man you got here. Okay, I'll bow to your command, Colonel." Her hand raised up for a sloppy salut, a cheeky smile appeared on her face and she sparkled at him. John smiled amused, somehow the mission promised to be better than he thought. "Okay, lets get out of here. Everybody sit down and the fat lady can place herself behind me."
Caitlin took the seat behind him and sizzled: "You're lucky, I'm not armed and don't grin like that. I'm getting better, ask Ronon." John, just requesting his promission to start, looked astonished at Ronon. A big grin flashed over the face of the satedan: "Yep, we'd last week a bit gun-exercise. She hit eight from ten. Caitlin, if you could manage to hold your eyes open the moment you shoot, you could hit ten of ten." Caitlin smiled cheeky at John and loud laughter went up as they left Atlantis.
The Jumper left the gate and Caitlin craned her neck to see more. She was so curious about Kera and his people. John had told her the whole story. There excist twelf villages spread over a protected part of the planet, a shield, generated by an ZPM, prevented Wraith technology from working inside. Kera and his people hadn't a clue about this ancient technology until Sheppard and his team stranded there. They believed in a ritual suicide to keep the Wraith away. Nobody wasn't allowed to be older than twenty-five, this brutal seeming ritual prevented an outhgrow beyond the shield. They could convince them about the shield and Rodney had succesfully modified the ZPM, so that it could sustain a much larger area for approximately the next fifty years. Since then they hold contact on each other and became good friends.
Caitlin leant against his back and hung her head over his shoulder to take a curious look outside. The planet had a raw countryside, a lot of forest, meadows between, here and there a small lake, it was beautiful. "It's wonderful here. So where are we landing?" She asked, eagerly. "Just a few minutes, don't be so impatient and sit down, woman." John smiled amused about her excitement, she never seemed to lose it, equal how often she flew with him. Reluctantly, Caitlin obied to him and sat back, noting very well the big grin on the mens faces. But she didn't care, that they amuse themselves on her expense. This trip was a welcoming change from the daily routine for Caitlin and she really enjoyed it.
John landed the Jumper on a broad clearing and opened the door. "Okay, Mrs. Impatient in person, now you can grab your stuff and get out." He said with a big smile on his face and stood up. Ronon was already in the back, rummaging with the boxes. Caitlin swirled around, sticking out her tongue against him, not a very adult gesture, but she was in a boisterous mood. He laughed heartly and a warm feeling spread through his body, he loved to see her like this. John caught her hand and whispered in her ear: "Wait until this evening, you little minx. Then you can use your tongue, I got some ideas." His lips brush slightly over her earlob, his warm breath stroke over her skin and Caitlin shivered slightly. She smiled conspiratorially at him and clasped unflashy his hand, squeezing him shortly.
The village was a fair way off. When they arrived, a bunch of kids surrounded and welcomed them, screaming and laughing. They discovered Kera in the middle, he plunged a path through the kids, waving and smiling: "Hello John, Ronon, it's been a while since you were here. Nice to see you again. And I see new faces." They shook hands and John replied: "Hi Kera, nice to see you again. You're right, it's been a while. But as far as I see, you're doing very well. This is Dr. Summer and Sergeant Perry." Kera looked curios.
"How is Dr. Beckett? I'll hope he is alright?" He asked. Caitlin also shook his hand and answered:"Yes he is fine, he sends his greetings. It's just, he had a lot of work, so I jumped in for him. You can call me Caitlin if you like." She liked the young friendly man, who regarded her interestedly before he welcomed Sgt. Perry too. The kids were still waiting, their eyes focused on John. He laughed heartly at them and announced: "Yes, we also brought you chocolate, you go with Caitlin and she'll give you some." That was the magical word, they wanted to hear. They captured Caitlins hands and drag her with them. Caitlin had to laugh about their wild enthusiasm: "See you later."
John waited until Caitlin was out of hearing and turned around, looking seriously at Kera: "So tell me about your pirates. What does that mean?" Kera watched him earnestly before he answered:"I don't know who they are, pirates, bandits, thiefs. I really don't know. We found them last night. Come on, I'll show you." He turned around and led them to an isolated place outlying the village.
Along the way he started to talk: "The night watch heard noise outside the bushes and took a look. Two men crouch there together, both heavily wounded. They must stepped through the gate, I don't know from where they came or who wounded them. Torgul woke me up and by the time I reached the men, one was already dead. We tried to save the other one and opened his jacket to treat his wounds. Three bullets stuck in his chest and belly, it looked very bad for him. This picture fell out of his pocket."
Kera showed them the photo, Ronon grabbed it and turned over to John:" This is a picture of you. Damn, what are they doing with a photo of you?" John took a good look, it was really him on the pic, candided on one of his missions. He frowned at Kera: "Could you ask him? Was he able to say anything?" Kera nodded, slowly. "Yes, we ask him. He looked scornfully at us. 'You're looking at a dead man.' he croaked, coughing up a lot of blood. I asked him what he meant with his remark. He tried to laugh, spit more blood and his last words were: 'Colonel Sheppard is a dead man, the others will catch him, you'll see.' Than he died. John, he even knew your name."
They reached the place where the bodies were hidden. All four men were quiet for a few moments, agonizing over the information they just heard. John ruffled his hair and sighed deeply: "Okay Kera, show us the bodies. Maybe we'll know more then." Kera pulled the blankets away, which cover the dead men and they took a look at them. "That's Genii-uniforms. Old, dirty, ragged, but definitly Genii-uniforms." Ronon called, scowling at Sheppard. "This isn't a coincidence, John. When I think back of all the attacks in the last month. They're hunting after you." He shoved his foot violently over the ground, throwing a fountain of earth on the two dead bodies."Too bad, I wasn't the one who questioned him. He'd given me the right answer." His deep voice sounded ice-cold.
John looked at his best friend, he knew Ronon was raging inside:"Calm down, buddy. This isn't the first time, someone try to get rid of me. We'll find out, who is the head of this little hunt, sooner or later. Hey, I'm still alive, am I?" He made radio contact to Atlantis and informed Elizabeth. When he'd finished, he turned over to Ronon.
"Okay, Elizabeth ordered that we should take the bodies along to Atlantis, maybe Radim is able to tell us something about them. I bet, she'll questioning him thoroughly. Hey, and not one word to Caitlin about this picture, not the slightest hint." John insistited and darted a sharp glance at the men to expressly underline his words. All three bent their heads, signaling their understanding. "Good! Ronon, could you and Perry carry the bodies to the jumper? I'll pick up Caitlin, so we can leave soon." Ronon nodded his approvment: "Sure, we meet you at the jumper then."
Kera and Sheppard return to the village. John discovered Caitlin sitting on a bank under a tree, next to a young woman and a soft smile flitted over his face by her sight. She was surrounded by a bunch of kids, laughing and joking with them. Kera had noticed his reaction, he glanced at him from aside and asked carefully: "John, is there a special relationship between you and Caitlin?" Johns eyes were still focused on her and his smile deepened, crawling up into his eyes. He answered: "Yes, you can say that. She is very special to me." Kera heard the soft tone in Sheppards voice and a slow smile appeared on his face. But he didn't went into it, knowing that John wasn't willing to say more. "I understand." Was all he said. They cross the commonplace to meet the women.
Caitlin was in a good mood, she'd a lot of fun with the kids and chatted vividly with the young woman. She looked wistful at the baby in Riannas arms. "He is wonderful, Rianna. A very healthy boy, you can be very proud of him. What's his name?" Rianna sent her a beaming smile. "Thanks Caitlin, his name is wanna hold him?" She didn't wait for an answer and put the baby into Caitlins arms.
Caitlin looked down at the little upturned face, the little waving hands with soft, perfect fingers and smiled faintly. "He is so beautiful." She bent her head and kissed the little forehead. His skin was so soft, a sweet smile curled around the little mouth, the baby was so smooth and warm, Caitlin cradled him close, trying to ignore her aching heart. She blinked back the upcoming tears, kissed him again and handed Rianna the baby back. "Thank you, Rianna. And if anything is wrong with him, call us and we come right away."
Rianna looked straight into Caitlins bleary eyes, feeling her dash of sadness and her voice was very low and soft: "We will do that, thank you. What is it, Caitlin?" Caitlin averted her gaze when she answered: "It's nothing Rianna." She saw John and Kera coming towards them and stood abruptly up: "Look who is coming. Let's hear what they have to say." Thankful for the distraction, she forced herself to smile and stepped towards the men.
"Hi you're back, great. Tell me, what do you got, good or bad news?" John had watched the whole scene and noticed her factitious behaviour: "Is something wrong, Linnie?" His eyebrow shot up and his eyes resting ruminatively on her. Caitlin felt uncomfortable under his intensive gaze. She stared on the ground and her voice sounded breathy "No, everything is fine. So, what is with the pirates?"
John shrugged and looked ostensibly calm and friendly when he answered: "Nothing special, just two dead bandits. You're ready? We've to return to Atlantis. Ronon and Perry are waiting at the jumper for us." Caitlin said nothing, just nodded her head. They took leave of Kera and his people and walk away, heading for the jumper. Both remain silent, each other in deep thought.
John clasped her hand, his fingers tangle tightly around hers, his thumb slid gently over the back of her hand, back and forth. Caitlin moved closer until her shoulder brushed his. "John, I know, you're hiding something for me. There is more than two dead bandits, am I right?" She broke the silence, asking him softly. "It's not important. Why don't you tell me what you're hiding for me? What is it, Linnie? I know there is something." John asked back, his voice low. He looked straight into her face, but she averted his gaze. "There is nothing, I'm just in a funny mood, that's all." Caitlin replied, still avoiding to look straight at him.
John pulled her to a group of trees, sheltering them from prying eyes. He pinned her against the next tree and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. "What is it?" His eyes dart a piercing glance at her. "Nothing important, John. Let's go, the others are waiting for us." She smiled faintly at him, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"Linnie, you can't cheat on me. I watched you back there and suddenly you changed. What happened? Talk to me, please." He said, lowering his voice, his hand stroke gently over her face. Caitlin swallowed the lump in her throat, her hands crawl up his chest, curling around his neck, nuzzling him. "As I said, nothing important. Something from the past came up, but now isn't the time and to be honest I don't wanna talk about it at all. I'm sorry John. Can we go now?" Her voice sounded weak. His gaze slid searchingly over her face, she looked so sad and vulnurable, so fragile, he didn't dare to penetrate deeper into her. He just took her face in both hands, smothering her with kisses until he found her soft mouth. John kissed her - a long, slow kiss full of tenderness.
He wrapped his arms tight around her and Caitlin leant her body against his, molding into his frame. She needed to feel him as close as possible, urging for his love and tenderness. His compassion becalmed and soothed her soul, she was grateful for his sensitivity. "Feeling better?" He murmured, his lips brush feather-light over her mouth, back and forth. Caitlin looked at him and heaved a soft sigh. "Much better." His hands stroke softly over her hair, his eyes resting tenderly on her face. "That's good. Come on, we go home, Linnie."
The jumper was almost in sight of them, when a volley of shots rang out. John pushed Caitlin hard, threw her to the ground, covering her with his body. His heart beat fast, and he tasted fear in his mouth. One bullet kissed his arm hard enough to knock him back, taking a chunk of flesh with it. "Aah, damn! Stay on the ground and crawl to the bushes, I cover you. Now!" John forced himself back under rigid control, knowing that if he allowed emotion to rule him, he would lose this battle. Anger began to smolder in the pit of his belly, ice-cold and clear, dangerous and deadly, the trained soldier inside him assumed control.
There were two of them and they came fast closer. He pulled his gun, rolled and came up on his feet, returning the fire. The man who'd shot him was down, the bullet having taken him between the eyes. The second was on him, swinging a gun at his head. John ducked, just not quite fast enough. The metal scraped across his cheekbone as he jerked his head out of the way. Suddenly Ronon jumped out of the shrubs. He pushed Sheppard aside and kicked hard, aiming for a kneecap, striking just above his target.
The man grunted, staggered, his leg buckling. Ronon caught him hard with a roundhouse kick to the head, driving him to the ground. The assaulter groaned painful, yet heaved his gun in Sheppards direction. Ronon kicked the man's gun arm, smashing through bone as John aimed and fired, simultaneously with Caitlin. The man's eyes went wide and the gun slipped out of his nerveless hand.
For a moment there was a dead silence. Cursing, John swirled around, scanning the whole area for more attackers, keeping an eye on every bush or tree. But there was nothing more. "What in hell was that?" He breathed heavily, wiped the blood of his face and his gaze fell on Caitlin. She just stood there, frozen in terror, her heart thundered in her ears, her whole body trembling, her eyes fixated on the gun in her hand. "Linnie, you're alright?" She heard him calling. Caitlin swallowed hard, trying to control herself, not willing to show him her fear.
She breathed a deep heave and moved closer. "Yes, I'm okay. You're wounded, John." Her voice wasn't hers, sounded hoarse. John went towards her, clenching his teeth. Now the fight was over, he felt a burning pain in his arm, on his cheek. He looked in her pale face, saw the terror in her wide open eyes and laid his arm around her shoulder, feeling her shaking. "That's nothing, Linnie. Just a view scratches." John replied.
She looked at the dead bodies on the ground. It just happened right in front of her eyes, two men were dead and John was shot. Her mind first refused to cooperate. Why hadn't they attacked Ronon and Perry? Both arrived earlier, they must have noticed them. Slowely but sureley she grasped the truth - they'd waited for him. This flash of insight shook her hard, let her insides squirming and her heart racing. "Did I hit him?" she asked Ronon, who inspected the two men. "Yep, you both hit him, in the chest." Ronon reported and took carefully the gun off Caitlins trembling hand.
"Good!" She answered. John looked worried at her, noting the cold undertone in her voice. "You're really alright Linnie?" He couldn't believe, what she'd said. Caitlin raised her head, wiped blankly some tears off her face, wondering why she didn't noticed that she was crying and why her voice sounded so cold, so emotionless. "Yes, I'm fine. It's just, they'd waited specially for us, right? They tried to kill you. I've never shot on a man before. But they wanted to kill you." Fresh tears flooded her eyes and John drew her closer. "Shush! It's okay, Linnie. I'm still alive, right? And where in hell did you get that gun? Damn, I told you to hide in the bushes!"
Caitlin leant shortly her head against Johns chest, took a deep breath and straightend her body. "I crawled over to the man, you'd hit first, grasped his gun and just shot. It happened automatically, I hadn't much thought about it." She was still in a turmoil and forced herself back to business, the only thing to prevent her from crying and shaking again.
Her gaze slid over his heavily bleeding arm up to his face, she could see he was in pain. "Let me see after your wounds, John. At least at your arm." Not waiting for his permission, she opened her bag, grabbed a compressor dressing and bandaged his arm. John jerked by her touch, cursing under his breath. "I'm sorry, but I've to stop the bleeding, I bet I'll have to stitch it when we're back. Let me see your face." Her fingers skim softly over his cheek. The bullet had only ripped his skin, she knew it wasn't a deep wound, but she urged to touch him, needed to feel his skin under her fingers. "It's only a scratch, Linnie. Come on, let's go to the jumper. You left Sergeant Perry there, right?" John grabbed her hand, squeezing her softly, and turned over to Ronon.
"Yep, we heard the gun-fire, I told him to stay at the jumper, just in case they headed into that direction and sprinted over to you." A short smile crossed Johns face. "Just in time buddy, thanks." He looked grimly at the dead: "The same like the other two. What do you think? Were they here the whole time?" Ronon watched him pensivly:"No, they must have arrived when we were in the village. And they were very good in hiding. Perry and I hadn't noticed anything unusual, not the slightest hint."
John shoved his hand through his hair and sighed deeply. "Okay, let's fly back to Atlantis. We'll better take this two also with us.I call Perry, he can help us." Ronon nodded his accent and John called Sgt. Perry over his earphone. Perry arrived quickly and all four went back to the jumper, carying the dead men between them. Caitlin was shocked when she discovered the other two dead in the jumper, wearing the same uniform as the men who had attacked them. She said nothing, but her thoughts went head over heels the whole flight back.
Elizabeth was already waiting for them in the jumper bay. As soon as the door of the jumper opened, she stepped inside, inspecting the four bodies. John reported her shortly what happened and she looked pensivley at him, her gaze slid over his arm and face. "Well, I guess I've to invite our dear friend Radim to have a look at this men. I have a lot of questions he has to answer. You better take care of your wounds, John. We can talk later in detail."
The tone of her voice tolerated no dissent, she turned around, calling for some marines to remove the bodies. John bent to her command and grabbed Caitlins hand:"Come on, let's visit the infirmary, my favourite spot in this city." He smirked encouraging at her and for the first time since the shooting a slight smile went over Caitlins face. They left the jumper bay heading for the infirmary and John put his arm around her shoulder, something that very rarely happened in public.
Carson hastened concerned towards them, a sorrowful look in his friendly eyes and asked worried:" I just heard it, oh dear. What happened? Are you both okay?" John looked at him and smiled faintly. "Yes Carson, we're fine. Nothing serious." Carson saw the wounds on Johns arm and face. "You're hit, John. Should I look after it? Come on, let me take care of it, son." Caitlin shook her head and answered Carson with a steady voice:" Thank you very much Carson, but I'll do that by my own, if you don't mind." She still was shocked and felt tired and exhausted, but she was determined to take care of him and his wounds. Nobody would be able to stop her from doing this.
Carson saw the resoluteness on her face and felt her desperation, he sensed her need to be alone with him and nodded. "Okay, if you need me, just call me, love. Go in here, you can work there in peace." He answered softly and a warm smile played around his mouth. Caitlin was grateful for his understanding and returned his smile. "Thank you Carson, I will." She closed the door from the small room and turned around. "Why don't you strip off your vest and shirt and I grab the necessary utensils I need."
Her voice steady up to now, started shaking again. Now she was alone with him in this quiet room, her mind just realized the full extent of the happening and soft weakness gripped her. John watched her, noting her anxious state of mind and stepped closer, his fingers stroke softly over her silken hair, lingering on her face: "Hey sweetheart, don't worry I'm alright. Bad weeds grow tall, you know that. It's not the first time, you stick a needle in my skin." His voice was low and gentle, he brushed a soft kiss on her forehead and lifted her chin. Caitlin looked straight in his eyes - this wonderful hazel green eyes she loved so much. Right now they look so tenderly and carefully at her, a warm rush of love washed over her body.
He was the one who was wounded and in pain and yet still concerned about her wellbeing, she couldn't allow that. Caitlin ruffled softly his hair and gave him a warm smile:"And I bet it's not the last time. So let's see how much I have to suture." She kissed him briefly and pushed him softly on the couch. John doffed his vest and shirt, by removing the bandage, his face screwed up and he jerked. Caitlin got also rid of her vest, she gloved her hands and stepped over to him, placing the necessary utensiels next to him.
She cleaned and anesthetized his arm, inspected the wound and swore gently. "This son of a bitch took a decent piece of your precious skin. This will be the next scare in your collection." John smiled amused: "I'm wondering, honey. How can such a sweet mouth say such filthy words. Shame on you." Caitlin chuckled softly whilst she stitched the wound:"Oh I was still polite, I know much better words, believe me. I've every right to be upset when someone damage my proberty." Her eyes sparkle merrily at him and John laughed:" So I'm your proberty? I didn't know that by now."
She kissed briefly his shoulder:"Yes, every inch of your body is mine. You know I'm a very possessive person." John smirked: "I have nothing against it. Maybe you can check this evening every inch of my body, just to be sure?" Caitlin laughed, finished the suture and bandaged his arm. "Cheeky again, he? So, number one is ready, now number two. Let me see after the scratch in your face." Her fingers skim softly over his skin, she wiped the dried blood from his cheek and cleaned the wound. John closed his eyes, enjoying her gentle treatment, the warm feeling of her fingertips on his skin. Her tender touches sunk through his skin right into his blood, spreading a pleasant heat over his whole body.
He felt her hands in his hair, on his face, his neck, stroking softly over his skin, caressing him. "Mhm, I like that, feels good. Don't stop it." He drew her closer, leaning his head against her chest, savouring the warm softness of her breasts and abandoned himself to her endearment. Caitlin stroke tenderly in a slow caress over his back, she needed to touch him, to feel his bare skin under her fingers. His warm body against hers let her shiver and a sense of pleasure flew through her, so strong it hurts. "I love you so very much, John." She whispered softly, bent her head and brushed a soft kiss on his temple.
John raised his head to look at her and his heart leapt by the sight of her tender smile through her tears, the love for him in her eyes, a sharp pain rushed through his chest, tearing at his heartstrings and he shuddered. "Come here Linnie." His raspy voice vibrated through her body, and she trembled. His hand curled the nape of her neck and his lips brush over her face, following the trace of her tears, kissing them away.
His mouth found hers, kissing her over and over, trying to take the fear out of her heart. Her tongue tangled with his, a dance of love that quickly grew hot with need. Heat spread from him to her, from her to him. Her hands tangle through his dark hair, Caitlin pressed her body tight against him and John felt her smooth, soft body melting under his tender touches. His hands slid gently over her back, he drew her closer still, every touch of her, her hot mouth, her exciting body inflaming his fire for her even more. The world spun away for them, their bodies clung together, flowing into each other. It was their way, to get the event out of their system, to relieve the tension.
Loud voices sweep from outside to them and John lifted his head:" What's going on out there? That's Carsons voice and the other, I know as well." Caitlin smiled brightly, her eyes start to sparkle cheery. "Oh, I know who it is, Great he is here." She brushed another kiss on his tempting mouth and was bubbling over with joy. John raised his eyebrow and flashed an astounded gaze at her, but before he could ask what she meant, the door pushed open and a tall man stepped in.
"Where is my favorite niece?" A deep voice sounded through the room and Caitlin swirled around, crossed the short distance and flung herself against the man who belonged to this voice, a beaming smile on her face. "Steven, I'm so glad to see you. What took you so long? I'm waiting for you for weeks. And next time you can knock, damned. Where are your manners?" She kissed his cheek and turned around, laughing heartly because of Johns face expression, it was priceless.
Colonel Caldwell squeezed her tight, a bright smile flashed over his face. "Hello Linnie, good to see you. I just heard what happened. You two are okay?" Caitlin nodded and answered: "Yes, we're. John got winged twice, but nothing serious." Caldwell looked seriously at John, watching him from head to toe. "Hello Colonel Sheppard, I'm glad to hear that. But you look surprised. Didn't you tell him about our family ties, Linnie?" John was still baffled and a bit abashed that the Colonel trapped them in such an intimated situation. He slipped fast his shirt over his head and stood up. "Hello Colonel Caldwell, nice to see you. And no, she didn't tell me." He scowled at Caitlin.
A cheeky smile spread over her face. "Yes I told you, but you was very unobserving at the point. I could give you a hint if you wish." She smirked about his discomfort. His mind went head over heels, suddenly a brainwave flashed up – the broad bed, uncle, connections. He returned her cheeky smile, rose from the couch, roamed closer and extended his hand toward the Colonel. "I've must overheard it, Linnie. So Colonel, you just jumped in here for Linnie?"
Caldwell shook Johns hand and watched him pensivly, his gaze slid again over Sheppards arm and face. "No that's not the only reason. Dr. Weir wants to see you in an hour in the briefing room. I'm also curious, so if you don't mind I'll join you. Let me say I have an personal interest at this case." His gaze switched between Caitlin and John. "I'm always very protective when it comes to family."
Caldwell regarded him and John stared back, returning the sharp gaze. The air was fraught with tension. Caitlin found her uncles behavior unacceptable and countered in her own way. She stepped closer to John, placing herself next to him, demonstrating her loyalty. John curled his arm around her waist, drew her possessivly closer, his eyes still focussed on Caldwell and answered with a steady, calm voice: "Sure, why not. I'll just need a short shower and change my clothes. I'll meet you there. See you later, Linnie ." He squeezed her shortly, brushed a kiss on her cheek and left the room.
Caitlin ignored Caldwell and turned around. She started to clean the room, feeling her uncles piercing gaze on her back. The silence lenghten and grew until it was unable for her to bear the tension much longer. She swirled around and her eyes sparkle angry at him as she hurled a torrent of words at him:"What is it? You rumbled in here on purpose, didn't you? And that underlining threat of family protection wasn't really necessary. This isn't your style at all, so why are you acting like that?"
She paced through the room, tossed rageous the gloves into the trash can and twirled enraged around, ranting and raving at him again. "Let me guess, you disagree our relationship. Come on, give me your sermon. Let it out. But you won't change anything, not a bit." Her voice edged with anger. Caldwell watched her, the way she stood in front of him – her chin stucked out, her hands clenched to fists, her slim body tensed like a bow and her eyes burning, sparkling fierly at him – her body language spoke louder than words, she was ready to fight back.
A warm smile crossed his face, lit up his eyes and his voice was soft and caring when he answered her calmingly: "Draw in your claws, you wild cat. Damn, you got the same temper like your mother. Come her and sit down, Linnie." He placed himself on the couch, waiting for her until she joined him and took her hand. "I'm sorry Linnie, you're absolutly right and I truly appoligize to you. It's just, Dr. Weir mentioned your relationship casually, you didn't even bother to say a word in your mails." He raised his eyebrow and glanced at her.
Caitlin shrugged her shoulders:"I didn't mentioned it, because you're all so protective. I knew how you would react and I was right. Look at you." Caldwell sighed deeply and wiped his hand over his face: "Yes, I admit that I'm not really excited about your choice. John Sheppard and I have in large parts various opinions, for example military matters, taking and obeying orders. The way how he handle things, he is the kind who means trouble."
Caitlin scowled at him, her body and her voice assumed a firm attitude, leaving no doubt that she disagreed with him: "Oh, but his unusual ways saved often enough many lifes, even yours. What do you know about him, besides what you've read in his record or heard from others? Do you know him so well, just because you met him a few times? I don't think so. And if you're honest to yourself, you know I'm right." The Colonel watched her pensively. Caitlin hold his gaze, tried to keep her temper, softened her voice to make sure that he really listened to her and continued.
"So don't make a hasty judgement over him, besides that this isn't your style either, Steven. Normally you took a good look at someone before you form your opinion. So do me a favour and do it this time too, because he deserves it. What's the matter with you? I'm adult enough, to make my own choices. Hell I'm thirty-two by now, I should know what I want and need."
Caldwell let a few moments of silence by, looked compunctious at her and sighed deeply. "Oh my, you really gave me a lecture, girl. And you're right. Linnie, I don't wanna lay down the law on you and I'm not against him, it's just…. Look, it's a dangerous job he has here and I don't wanna see you hurt, girl. You'd gone through a lot of mess in the past and I don't wanna see you ever so destroyed again. I just want the best for you, you deserve it, my love."
Caitlin wrapped her arms around him, pressed her cheek against his and whispered: " Thank you for your concern. I know you two have your issues sometimes, but believe me, he is the right one, he is the best for me. I love him very much." He squeezed her tight, pulled away and his gaze went to serious. "Okay, I accept that. But you should tell him what happened in the past, don't you think?" His voice was very soft and she looked in his familiar face. Most people just saw the stiff soldier, but he was a caring and warm person to those who are important for him. "Maybe some day I will, but not now."
Caitlin tried to squirm out of this situation and changed the subject. "So tell me, did you bring it with you? Could you manage it? Say yes, please." She glared approachfully at him and he laughed heartly about her excitement. "Yes I brought two surfboards along for you and now I know why you wanted them. And I also have some letters and new photos from your family. You became aunt again, Trisha delivered a fine, healthy girl. Your brother is very proud, they named her after you."
Caitlin smiled brightly about this good news."Oh, that's so sweet of James and Trisha. I'm so happy for them." The Colonel gave her a thick envelope and stood up. "I have to go now, but I'll stay here for a few days, so we have enough time to talk. See you later Linnie." Caitlin jumped from the couch. "Wait, I go with you. I'll grab some sandwiches in the messhall and make myself comfortable on the sofa. I need some rest, it was a messy day." They left together the infirmary, chatting and laughing until they went separate ways.
It was a short meeting. John and Ronon report detailed what happened and Elizabeth looked thoughtfully at the picture. "So we still haven't any hint who stick behind this? Well, it seems someone wants your head, John." She raised one eyebrow and looked at him. John shrugged his shoulders and answered: "I'm not really flattered, to be honest. Hey, they wore Genii-uniforms, should ask Laden about this crap." Elizabeth replied:" I contacted Radim already, he'll arrive in two days, said he couldn't manage it earlier. Pfft! I don't believe him a word." She hissed air between her teeth and took a good look around before she continued.
"From now on we've to take precautions when you're going on missions, John. I don't like it at all when someone tried to kill my military leader." Sheppard opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off before he could say a word. "If, and I emphasize, if you're going off world, you'll take enough men with you, no solo runs anymore. The best will be you'll lay low for the next time."
John sat up straight, glanced furious at her and shoved both hands through his hair, leaving it more rumpled than before, if that was possible at all. "You can't be serious. So I'm grounded? Forget it! I'm in military-charge and I certainly will not sent my people out and hide here. No way, Elizabeth." He banged his fist on the table and gave her a challenging look, unwilling to give in.
Weir watched him sharply, she knew he wasn't the type who was easily browbeaten and she admired his courage. But this time she intended to get her will. "I don't said you should hide like a coward, John. Just take it a bit slower, that's all I understand me?" Her voice sounded rigid, she looked stern at him, tolerating no dissent. Sheppard made a face, bent his head and grumbled: "Yes, I understand."
Elizabeth looked satisfied about his answer. "Teyla, maybe you can keep your ears open, ask some people you can trust if they know anything." She looked at the young athosian woman. "I know a few folks who might have some informations. Sure I'll do that." Teyla confirmed and Elizabeth finished the meeting: "Okay, I guess that's all for now, back to work. John, can we talk for a minute?"
The others stood up and left the room. Elizabeth looked at him and asked: "How is your arm? Is it bad?" John saw her concerned look and smiled faintly. "No, just a fleshwound, nothing serious. Caitlin stitched it. In a few days you'll see nothing of it anymore." He watched her and a warm feeling went through his body. He liked Elizabeth very much, there was a deep friendship, great respect and trust between them.
"That's good to hear. How is Caitlin taken it?" She gave him a questioning look. "Oh, she is shocked, but she will be okay. She is tough. Did you know that Caldwell is her uncle?" He had to ask her about that. Elizabeth smiled amused about the face he made. "Yes, I knew it. I thought you knew it as well. He wasn't very pleased about you and Caitlin. He thinks you're a chancer and a daredevil."
John frowned at her and she laughed heartly. "You can't blame him. He is concerned, she is family and from what I know she'd gone through hard times." Elizabeth smirked by her next words:"Caitlin told me once, he was also so upset about her mothers choice. Caitlins father was chopper pilot in the army when they met and in Caldwells eyes a chancer and daredevil. They are married almost fourty years by now. Not the worst choice then I guess. It seems mother and daughter have the same taste."
John smiled broadly at her about this nice information. "Now that's interesting. Thanks for the hint, Elizabeth. That's a good argument I can present to a certain person." She gave him a warm smile. "Your welcome. I like you two very much and I think you make a nice couple. You complement each other perfectly." Embarrassed, John smiled at her and ruffled his hair. She smirked about his discomfort, obviously she became to personal for him. But then his face went to serious. "Thanks Elizabeth and you're right. And it's the strongest reason for me to find out who stick behind this attacks." Elizabeth frowned at him. "So any ideas?"
He shook slowly his head and shrugged his shoulders. "No, not really. It can't be Kolya, I sent him in person to hell, but it seems somehow a matter specially against me and not against Atlantis." She heaved a deep sigh and stood up. "Maybe we know more when Radim arrived. Or Teyla gets some information. So we have to wait and see. Gosh! I need a coffee. You join me?" John nodded. "Sure why not. I also need something to eat, I'm starving." They left the room, heading for the messhall.
"Colonel Sheppard!" John heard Caldwell calling him, bent his head in resignation, heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes. Elizabeth smirked at him: "I wait for you in the messhall, have fun," and walked away. John turned around, asking himself what would come now, a hard inquisition? "What is it, Colonel?" He asked, when Caldwell caught up to him. "Don't worry, Sheppard. I'll respect Linnies choice. I won't interrogate you or interject unless you aren't serious." He watched him sharply. John screwed up his eyes, returning the gaze. "Even it isn't your matter, Colonel, it's bloody serious. Now if you excuse me, I had a rough day."
He turned around when Caldwell grabbed his arm. "She is family, so it is my matter, Colonel. She had gone through enough mess in her life. Why don't you ask her about Frank and Christopher?" John gave him a questioning look. "What does that mean?" Caldwell shrugged his shoulders. "I won't tell you, that's Linnies business. I think she should tell you, that's all." He walked away, leaving a thoughtful Sheppard behind.
Caitlin snuggled into her rockingchair, freshly showered, reading the letter of her parents and a happy smile flashed over her face. She was relieved, both were well and everything was in order. She watched the photos, her niece looked so sweet and tiny, just cute. Caitlin put letters and photos aside and closed her eyes. It was quiet and peaceful, a few candles lit up the room, bathing him in a smooth, cozy light, she relaxed, giving her thoughts full scope.
So much happened today. She still shuddered by the thought of the attempt on Johns life, and a cold shower ran down her spine. The moment she realized this man was going to kill him, she was willing to give her own life for his. The fact that she shot at a man without any hesitation, had frightened her. But she knew she would do it again if there were a simular situation. Her life was worthless without John, she wasn't able to live without him, not anymore.
Caitlin knew their life wasn't peaceful at all, but witnessing up close that he just escaped being killed is very different from waiting for his return, hoping he came back in one piece. Caitlin sighed deeply. She must learn to live with this permenantly feeling of anxiety. Today's episode had brutally visualized her how sudden their collictive life could end. But she was determined to savour conciously every precious second they spent together. The surfboards came into her mind and she smiled brightly in pleasant anticipation.
John entered the room and took a deep breath, glad about the fact that this messy day had an end and he was at home, finally. His gaze fell on Caitlin, cuddled in her rockingchair. She hadn't heard him coming in and he stepped quietly closer, standing in front of her and a soft smile played around his lips. She was curled up in a ball, her head rested on the arm of the chair, her eyes closed, obviously immersed in her toughts. John peeked again and his smile widened, she wore one of his black shirts and nothing else, he liked that.
He knelt down and watched her, the candle lights dive her beautiful body in a golden soft light, her wonderful long hair was pinned up to a knot. John memorized every beloved line and angle of her face. He banished vigorous the upcoming thoughts of this afternoon, the anxiety he'd felt during the gunfire, the fear something could happen to her, taking her away from him. He knew if he lost her, he would shatter in millions of pieces - never be able to put himself back together.
She looked so pretty, so tempting, his eyes slid slowly over her exciting curves, her bare skin and John felt the urgent need to touch her, to feel her soft skin under his hands. A bright smile flitted over her face, she opened slowly her eyes, looking straight into his and the smile deepened. "Hey sweetheart, I love that sweet smile on your face. And somehow this shirt look very familiar to me." Caitlin could feel his voice caress her skin. It seemed to sink through her skin and wind itself around her heart. "Hi John, I didn't hear you coming. I'd just thought about you. And you know I love to wear your clothes." She sat up and an arch smile appeared on her face. "It's comfortable and they belong to you. I missed you." Caitlin leant forward and her fingertips stroke gentle over his face, tracing the curve of his eyebrows, his cheekbone, his stubbly chin, caressing his sinful mouth.
He caught her wrist, his lips brush slighty over her fingers, he drew her fingertips into his mouth and then kissed them, his lips and tongue slid seductive over her palm and a slow burn spread through her body with every tender touch of him. "I love to hear that. I missed you too." He left a hot trace of kisses upon her arm until he reached her neck. "You're beautiful Linnie, and you smell so good."
He murmured against her neck, taking little nibbles and bites, his hands slid softly over her bare thighs, shaping the tempting curve of her butt, leaving a hot path on her skin. Caitlin shivered under his touch and kisses, her blood pounded through her veins and her heart beat faster. "Mmm, that felt good. Are you hungry?" Caitlin mumbled, with a sultry voice and looked at him. His eyes had turned smoky, seductive and now they smoldered with intensity and heat. "I'm very hungry, Linnie." He whispered hoarse.
His hands slip under the hem of her shirt, stroking tender over her belly up her rib cage, he cupped her breasts, teasing her nipple, feeling her response immediately. His touch sent darts of fire racing over her skin, penetrating every nerve ending until she could hardly sit still beneath his touch.. Her breath was coming in a gasp, and heat coiled deep inside her. She arched her body into his hands, her fingers tangle through his wild hair, nuzzling his neck as her lips brush over his, tongue and teeth teasing him, begging for admittance.
John kissed her hard, his mouth claiming hers. A ravenous hunger burst through him, over him. He poured everything he felt into his kiss. Suddenly she was swamped with heat, her body flushed and alive and in desperate need. John pulled her up, tugging her against him and tightened his arms around her. He was predatory in his approach, devouring voraciously her mouth, her throat down her neck and back to her sinful lips.
"Damn Linnie I want you, now." His voice was rough, agonized, almost a grow, but so sensual Caitlin felt a spasm in her deepest core. She moaned when his mouth met hers, hands tearing at her clothes. He was always a dominant lover, but this was different. He was ferociously in his behaviour.
His kiss was wild, rough, almost aggressive, sending a ripple of fire through her veins, her body pulsing with desire, she shivered as sensations poured through her. Caitlin pressed her trembling body tighter against him, feeling his arousal, thick and hard and another needy moan left her mouth.
He tore her shirt over her head as Linnie did the same with his. His hands slid from her neck down to her wonderful, soft breasts, a ripple of whimpers left her throat when he took possession of her naked body. John groaned with pleasure. He wanted to touch her, touch that soft satin skin that drove him so wild. She always made him hotter just by the way she was so eager to him, sliding her hands up his belly and chest, her mouth frantic on his, small little frenzied sounds excaping her throat.
Caitlin teared and jerked at his pants, they ripped off his clothes, tossing them carelessly away. John caught her up and dropped her unceremoniously on the bed, his mouth was rough and greedy with hunger for hers. He tore the hair slide from her brown hair so that it spilled in wild disarray, just the way he loved it. "I love you Linnie. I'm gonna eat you like candy." He groaned, as his mouth left her mouth to find her throat, licking and sucking at her soft skin.
He trailed kisses lower until he found her sensitive nipple, she arched against him, her head thrown back and her breath coming in small gasps. He licked and sucked at her nipples, his hand sliding over her stomach to her soft bare mound. Sweet hot moisture welcomed him and he pushed his fingers deep inside of her, rubbing at her most sensetive spot.
She cried out and his mouth took possession of her breast, suckling, teeth scraping her nipple gently, little nips and teasing bites. "I love you John." She panted, feeling his hands allover her body, his mouth was fiery hot, driving her crazy, all the way down. He shoved her thighs apart, his tongue swept over and into her. Caitlin screamed, her body jerking into his hands, but he held her firmly, fingers massaging while he lapped at her heat and fire.
Air bursting from her lungs in a wild rush, her fingers tunneled in his hair, trying to yank him up. "Stop it John," she could barely get the words out, panting under his sweet torture. "I can't wait to feel you inside of me, now." John ignored the fist jerking his hair. He plunged his tongue deep, took the slick, wet offering, sending her into the next level of sensual sensation.
He was relentless, taking his pleasure, eating and feasting on her. She was pleading for release as he felt her body trashing under him, her orgasm rocking her. The feel of her fingers brushing over him, her shaking body, her throaty cries, her moist sheath nearly drove him mad. Only Caitlin could destroy his control this way, made him crazy with need. She was his destination, he needed her as much as she needed him.
He raised his head, to see her eyes glaze over with lust as he drove her body to the point of release over and over again. John shifted, slid his body over hers and drove into her hard, burying himself deep inside her, needing her body, needing to feel the way she welcomed him. The heat and fire. Flames licking over his skin. "I love watching you when we make love", he admitted, his gaze clinging to hers. His hips began a slow, seductive rhythm, each hard thrust of him sent her hot waves of pleasure, heat began to build, spreading like wildfire, burning in every cell of her body.
John watched her, the glazed look of complete surrender, of ecstasy that captivated him. It was all mirrowed on her face, her love, passion and hunger for him, only for him. Her eyes gleaming fierly, smoldered with heat and intensity, soft moans left her mouth by every powerful surge of him. She was so completely abandoned in the way she gave herself to him.
Caitlin loved the way he watched her. "I love making love with you," she whispered. There was raw desire etched into the lines of his face. There was a wild hunger in the depths of his eyes and desperation. He was desperated for her as she was for him. John dragged her legs over his arms, his hips thrust deeper, torturing her. Caitlin closed her eyes as his body slid almost out of hers and then slammed deep again in one hard stroke.
Pleasure mounted until she thought she would have to scream for release. Her body was no longer her own, but his, completely under his command. Caitlin slid her arms around his neck to draw his head down to hers. "Kiss me, love me, take all of me." She gasped breathless, her body winding tighter and tighter, as his hips drove downward, taking her higher and higher, holding her there. She screamed for release, she needed release more than she needed anything at that moment.
A deep growl left his throat, he took her mouth, his kiss as hungry as his shaft, his need so great he was brutal in his thrusts. All his dammed up feelings of anger, loss, hurt and fear burst out of him. She screamed again, flooding him with hot cream, the walls of her sheath milking and gripping as he thrusted deeper, riding her hard and fast, his face etched with lines of strain, with excitement and pleasure.
"John."Caitlin sobbed his name, rose to meet each thrust with one of her own. She was mindless with pleasure, he pushed her past the point she thought she could take. The sensation tore through her body, she couldn't breath as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. John felt her body shudder, shatter, implode around him, taking him with her, her silk walls clamping around him like a tight fist, so hot he thought he'd go up in flames. His hoarse cry mingled with hers as his hot release poored deep into her.
He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged, his heart pounding out of his chest, his body shaking. John held her tight, his body deep in hers feeling every ripple, every after shock. He kissed slightly her neck, his tonuge flicked over her skin, sent another shudder of pleasure through her so that her muscles convulsed around him. He loved that feeling.
Caitlin lay under him, trembling, gasping for air, her heart racing wild, her body melting around his. She loved to feel him still buried inside of her. Her hands stroke in small caresses over his skin, fondle his wonderful hair. They just lay relaxed, in peaceful silence, savouring the feeling of perfect accordance.
"Hey, you're still alive?" She wisphered, her lips nibble softly his ear, her fingers nuzzling his neck. "Mhmm, no. I'm in heaven." He mumbled against her neck. "Then we're both in heaven." She murmured, satisfied. John reluctlanty withdrew and rolled off her, Linnie lay lazy beside him, her eyes dazed, her svelte body slack. He tugged her closer, and let his palm, fingers splayed wide, drift possessively over her body.
The way she lolled languorous under his touch, curring softly, elicted him a contented smile. It was amazing to feel at peace. She belonged to him. He was grateful for her love, for her devotion, she gave him so freely. Her repsonse to him, how she offered him her body as a refuge, as a playground, as an instrument of intense love. She gave him everything and no one would ever match that for him.
John smothered her face with kisses, his fingers brush feather-light over her soft skin, twirling through the silken mass of her long, brown hair. Caitlin shivered slightly by his fondlings, she closed her eyes and stretched her body luxerious, cuddling closer to him. "Mhmm, that's nice. Don't stop it."She mumbled, drowsy. "Linnie?" She opened her eyes and looked straight into his, discovering a touch of concern in his hazel green eyes. "Was I too rough on you?" He whispered, a whiff of anxiety krept in his deep voice.
A tender smile curled around her lips, her mysterious, green eyes glance softly at him, reflecting her deep love for him. Caitlin kissed him and her fingers stroke gently over his face, running softly through his dark hair:"No, you wasn't. It was perfect, just the ticket we both needed today." She snuggled closer, laying on top of him so that her warm body was sprawled across him. " I love you John, more than everything. Sometimes it scared me how much I love you."
She whispered in his ear. John rubbed his head against her soft skin, blinking back emotion that threatened to spill over. "You're not alone, Linnie. I couldn't live without you anymore, I realized that today. I need you." His voice a husky whisper. He drew a blanket over both of them, his arm circled her waist and she snuggled into him, fitting her body over his and closed briefly her eyes.
"And I need you John. You're a part of me like breathing. I know that sounds pathetic, but it's the truth. My life is worthless without you. I was so scared that they would kill you, that I would lose you." Caitlin was on the verge of tears, she swallowed hard and laid her head on the left side of his chest, just to hear his strong heartbeat.
Her fingers tangle through the curls of his chesthair, skim gently over his skin and his body started to tingle under her soft touch. John enjoyed the feel of her warm smooth body on him, the touch of her fingers on his skin. She was the only one who was capable for soothing his soul, bringing his body at rest and relief to his heart.
John smoothed her hair back from her face and stroked tenderly over the soft skin of her shoulder, caressing her back. "I was scared too, Linnie. Because I'm a soldier and have battle-experience doesn't mean I'm feeling no fear or get used to it. I should be able to switch off my emotions because I'm trained this way, but I'll never get used to kill people or see them dying equal how often I'm forced to do it. And I don't want to see you hurt or worth, never ever. But this is my job, that's what and who I am."
He often tried to understand how he himself had gotten so good at killing and figuring things out, his mind cool and clinical in a crisis when he was so emotional deep inside, where no one saw – no one but Caitlin. He'd never allowed anyone to see how he really felt inside, not even a glimpse of his true feelings, his inner turmoil. He was good in hiding and blocking, but she had slipped through a loophole into his soul and wrapped herself inside him.
Caitlin raised her head so she could look at him and her fingertipps brush over his cheek, tracing carefully the shape of his scratch. "I know, I can feel it, I see it in your eyes. I love you for your compassion, I love you the way you're, who and what you're, John. Let's just enjoy every second we can spend together. I'm happy with you, the way it is, that's all what counts."
John looked straight into her large green eyes, a man could get lost there, trapped for all his time - and he had. But he didn't care. He didn't want to escape. Caitlin was the only one ever who loved him unconditionally, for his own sake with all his strengths and weaknesses. John felt his stomach tightened into knots and swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. He was unable to speak, so he took her face in his hands and kissed her.
He kissed softly the corner of her eye, skimming a path to the corner of her mouth with tiny butterfly kisses as he went. His mouth settled on hers with exquisite gentleness. Her lips were soft and full and trembled beneath his. He poured everything he was into his kiss, giving her love and tenderness and protection. Her mouth was warm and moist and tasted like fire and honey, ultrafeminine. He could spend a lifetime kissing her.
Caitlin returned his kiss, she was breathing with him, tongue tangling with his, sending delicious little licks of electricity singing through his veins. She was melting under his tenderness, his love, and tears burn behind her closed eyes, her heart was aching. When he released her, her gaze was blurry, she shivered and felt a little bemused. "I will always love you," she whispered and laid her head back on his chest, snuggled into him and took a deep breath, inhealing his irresistible scent she never could get enough of, savouring the feel and warmth and proximity of him.
"Mmm, that's cozy. Let's just lay here and forget the misery of the day, what do you think?" she mumbled lazy. John tightened his arms around her and his voice sounded as lazy as hers. "Good idea, sweetheart. I don't want to move a bit right now." They just snooze away for an hour before John moved out from under her to stand up. He switched on a small light and inspected the fridge for something edible.
Caitlin woke up, her gaze fell on him and she smiled by his sight. He stood at the window, in one hand a beer, in the other a sandwich and looked outside. Her eyes slid slowly and salacious over his tanned, muscled body, she never got tired of looking at him. She mused how it was possible that they had amazing, earth-shattering sex an hour ago and she felt carnal lust again, only by seeing him standing there.
Just a look at his exquisite body was enough to awaken an ardent desire deep inside of her. Her body started to tingle and vibrate again, and a slow burn rose up, spreading heat through her entire body. He looked so sexy and tempting, and her eyes slid again over his back, his perfect butt and his strong thighs.
"John?" Her voice was a soft whisper. He turned around and looked at her. "Hey, you're awake. What is it?" She smiled at him, her sultry come-on smile, and slid smoothly from the bed, sneaking slowly over to him. "Nothing, I just wanna see your front too. You're a good-looking man, you know that?" He grinned by her smile and her wanton look. "I know and you're a pleasure-seeking woman."
Her fingers brush slightly down his back, resting on his firm butt, her body just barely slide against his. She blinked up at him, her eyes hot with desire, stepped closer and her breath warmed his ear. "Yes I am, but you can finish your sandwich and beer first, honey." Her tongue flicked over his earlob, her breasts brush his chest as her fingers stroke softly over his skin.
His body reacted and his eyes gleam fierly. "You little minx, you're doing this on purpose. But I like it." Caitlin laughed at him, her face innocent, her big, green eyes bright with amusement. "I didn't do nothing. I'm a brave girl. See, I even eat out of your hand, honey." She bit a piece off his sandwich and John smiled amused. "Why I don't believe you?" A smile flitted across her face. "I don't know. Oh, and thanks for the beer."
She snatched the bottle out of his hand and turned around. "Hey, that was mine. Oh wait, I'll catch you." He rushed her through the room and Caitlin screamed, when he tried to catch her. Suddenly she swirled around and held out her hand to stop him. A bright smile appeared on her face and her green eyes sparkle vividly at him. "I forgot to tell you what my uncle brought along for me, for us. Guess what?"
John placed himself on the bed and looked suspiciuos at her. His eyebrow shot up and a lopsided sneer appeared on his face. "Oh yes, your uncle. I almost forgot, why do you have to remind me of him? What could that be, let's think. Maybe a chastity belt, to lock me out. Well, in that case he is too late." He smiled cheeky at her.
Caitlin almost choked on the sip of beer, she'd just drank and tried to look upset, but a broad grin flashed over her face and condemned her. "Very cheeky, John Sheppard. He really is a nice guy, believe me. And we have two surfboards. What do you say now, he?"
She watched him amused. A small grin spread across his face, making him appear almost boyish, his amazing hazel green eyes lighten up and sparkle joyfully at her.
Caitlin just managed it to put the bottle on the small nightstand before he snapped her, rolling with her over the bed. She screamed and laughed at the same time. "Cool! Hey, we take a day or two off, pack everything in a jumper and have a good time. What do you think?" John was all of a tizzy and she beamed a bright smile at him, enjoying his tomboyish and hilerious mood. Seeing him like this, so blitheful and light-hearted was a fairly uncommon sight and she enjoyed this moment very much.
"It sounds wonderful, we'll do that, after your arm healed up." She smirked at him. "Hey, don't give me that look, that's not fair. I'm your doctor, so my orders counts. And don't tickle me, no, no, leave it John. I said leave it, don't you dare, stop it." Caitlin jerked and tried to escape, screaming and laughing. She jumped up, but he caught her legs, pinning her to the bed, stopping her from scooting away.
"Okay sweetheart, how can I persuade you? Maybe this way?" He bent over her and spread soft kisses over her body, nibbling and biting gently, all the way up to her neck as his hands stroke slightly over her, finding intigrued spots.
"That's really not fair." Cailin gasped, twining and squirming under his caresses. Excitement spread through her body, desire curled deep in her core. His hands slid softly around her waist and he pulled her up, hauling her against him. Caitlin knelt between his legs, pressed her back against his chest, wincing under his caressing touches. His hands skim possessively over her body, one hand swept softly over her flat belly down to the soft insides of her thighs, the other cupped her breast, teasing her nipple, feeling her response.
Caitlin moaned softly, shifted to give him better access, aligning her body in his frame. Her head leant against his shoulder, she reached behind to circle his neck and tilted her head, giving him the perfect angle to her throat. Feeling his hands allover her body, his hot breath stroking over her skin, his lips and teeth teasing her throat, hot, burning waves rush through her, heaten her up and she shivered. "You're mean John, you know that? Don't stop it." She panted and arched her body into his hands, the feeling of his growing erection aroused her even more and her hips start to move slowly. "I love to touch you, body is always so receptive. I love you."
And he was right, when she was with him, she was always damp and ready, her body pulsing and throbbing. It didn't matter, what he asked, when he asked, she wanted him. She never had felt this way before for another man. "You're a sex maniac." There was a smile in her voice and she moved her hips deliberatly against him. He groaned with pleasure. His body reacted with another swelling surge. Fire raced through his veins, burning him up, centering in his groin.
He found the warmth of her neck, kissing and biting gently, teasing her ear, her throat. His hands stroke in sweet torture over her, shaping every curve, finding every shadow, tugging on her nipples and stroking her. She moaned with the intensity of her pleasure, there was a plea in her voice as her hips shifted continually against him. His hand parted her thighs and his palm rested on her mound, his thumb moving with slow persuasion through her tight curls. He was making her hot all over again with his teasing kisses and his fingers sliding deep inside of her, dancing and stroking.
"Come for me." He whispered the temptation. He pushed his fingers deeper, filling her, stroking her softly and murmered explicite fantasies in her ear. She pushed her hips forward, riding his hand, her breath coming in gaps, lust flared through her, hot and needy. John kissed her again and again, stimulating her breasts with one hand while the other stroked in and out her tight sheath. She lifted her hips to meet the rhythmic thrust of his fingers, wanting more, desperate for more. "Oh, that's good, I love you John."
He watched her with pleasure, loved to see the expression on her face, the passion, the excitement. She was lost under his touches, her hips moving restlessy and her fingers clamp tight around his neck, her soft moans heigthend his pleasure. His body burned with a fever of desire. She felt his hard, thick shaft along the seam of her buttocks and another lustful moan escaped her mouth. Caitlin could feel her body winding tighter and tighter, with the need for release. The sensation inside rose up and went sky high. Heat and fire lashed at her body, spread and consumed her.
She was pleading his name, pleading to take her, to fill her and suddenly she exploded, the orgasm coming at her fast and hard and shaking her with its strength. Seeing her so totally unbounded, he couldn't restrain himself anymore. His fingers slid out of her, he pushed the broad head of his shaft against her bare entrance, thrusting deep inside her, her muscles clamping tightly around him. Caitlin moaned with pleasure and bent forward, digging her fingers into the sheets as his fingers bit into her hips, invading her body, plunging deeper into her hot, moist haven. "You drive me crazy, Linnie." He gasped and pushed into her with slow, long strokes, driving her to the next climax.
Caitlin pushed back against him, he could feel her body bathing him in hot liquid, her muscles gripping him hard, squeezing and massaging, the friction incredible as he thrust into her. Each deep stroke sent another hot wave of pleasure through him, sweeping away his control. John groaned loud, increased his tempo, feeling her body spasming around his. Caitlin fell completly apart under him, the world around her went black and then filled with colors. The explosion ripped through her body, a storm of such intensity she couldn't even cry out anymore.
John couldn't hold on anymore, his voice was hoarse, a roar of joy as the explosion blew through his entire body. His release came harsh and violent, pulse after pulse jetting deep inside her, filling her, adding to the wave of her climax so that she clamped down hard on him, sending another surge of lightning whipping through him. He sank on her back, his mouth found the nape of her neck and he pressed a trail of kisses down her spine as he slipped out of her. Both had weaken knees and they just slide gently down on the bed, laying side by side, struggling for air, their hearts thumping like mad.
John took her in his arms, curled his body around her and let his lips and hands brush over her soft skin. Caitlin snuggled closer against him and sighed softly. "That was wonderful, you're wonderful, John." He lifted his head, stroked her hair back and whispered softly: "No you're wonderful. I love how you always want me, Linnie. Do you have any idea what a gift that is for a man?"
She turned so she could look at him, look straight into his wonderful, hazel green eyes, diving into the deep ocean of love and passion, drowning in them. "Do you have any idea what a gift it is to have a man look at me the way you do?" One hand nuzzled his neck, the other skimmed slightly over his chest, John shivered by her touch and soft pleasant shudder ran through his body. "I can't say it often enough. I love you so very much, John. You own my heart, my soul, every cell of my body. I'm totally addicted to you. Does that sound crazy for you?"
He smiled at her, a slow and heartstopping smile. "Yes, but I love to hear it, sweetheart. I'm happy that you're mine, you crazy little minx." He cradled her head in his hand and lowered his lips very slowly toward hers. His lips brush hers, a slow sweep, back and forth, a touch only. Caitlin felt the tug of his teeth on her lower lip, the soft leisurely kisses at the corner of her mouth. He seemed to be everywhere, yet never quite settling his mouth on hers.
She caught his face in her hands, capturing his lips with hers, her tongue sweeping into his dark, velvet cavity. She closed her eyes and savored his taste. John moved, a sublte shift that brought her more completely against him, aligning their bodies as he took control of the kiss, deepening it, enfolding her into his arms. A soft, happy sigh left her throat when he released her and she snuggled closer against him, feeling complete and safe in his arms. "And your kisses are just perfect. I'll never get tired of kissing you, John."
He smiled broadly, she could feel his smile against her neck. "But that didn't help you, honey. We aren't going surfing until your arm is healed up." She chuckled softly by hearing him sighing deeply in resignation and pulled the blanket closer so he could tuck them in. "How is your arm? Does he hurts much?" There was a breathy catch in her voice. He smiled at the note, that soft touch of caring. "No, sweetheart, my arm is feeling fine. Go to sleep, Linnie."
He drew her closer, wrapped his arms around her and Caitlin cuddled deeper into his embrace, making herself comfortable. "That's good. Good night John. And if you have a nightmare again, just wake me up. I'll be there for you. I love to sleep in your arms." Her voice sounded already drowsy, she was almost asleep. "I know and I love you for being here for me, Linnie. I need you." He murmured very low against her neck. John held her tight, listening to her breath and closed his eyes. He'd wanted to ask her about Frank and Christopher this evening, but this wasn't important right now. Laying here in peace with Caitlin in his arms, feeling her soft warm skin against his was all what matters. The city kept silence and so did his demons inside and John fell in a deep, dreamless sleep.
