Bridge Over Troubled Water9
Moira stared, speechless. She gulped in sheer uncertainty, dread, anger, embarrassment. It was as if her worst fear had come to pass. That now he had gotten what he wanted from her he wanted nothing more to do with her. He was the consummate ladies' man always on the prowl. He was so different form the man she had imagined, the man on the camcorder she was at a complete loss. "What?" she squeaked.
"You heard. You can get out now." His voice was mild as his gaze roved over her. Their bodies were hot, sweaty and sticky with sex and thrumming with sensual pleasure. He ran a hand through his disordered hair. He pulled up his shorts, his pants and set about fixing his attire. As if was just another day in Atlantis. Another meaningless sexual escapade that had been incredibly satisfying for the both of them.
Moira swallowed. She scrambled off the bed. To her chagrin her panties and pants were on the floor across the room. She hastened there, limping and lurching, giving John a clear view of her bare rear which he thoroughly enjoyed. He watched her awkwardly put on her panties, her pants. She stumbled, falling backwards.
John rushed to her, caught her. He pressed her body to his. "Pert little ass," he said hotly into her ear. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, to fondle and knead.
"Let go of me!" she flared, trying to turn towards him, squirming in his arms. She shoved free and grabbed her crutch. "Fuck you, John!"
"Yeah, you just did, baby…and it was fucking sweet too."
"I hate you!" She limped to the door. "You fucking bastard! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Stay the hell away from me, you fucking asshole!" She was in tears as she waved the door open and hobbled out of his room, pulling her shirt closed over her.
John watched her go, wanting her again. Wanting to take her sweet and slow. Wanting to take her roughly from behind. Just wanting her. The sex hadn't assuaged his hunger for her. Somehow it had only made it worse. He smiled, but sighed. He knew he should have waited but he just couldn't. Not when she wanted it as much as he did, maybe even more. He didn't care about her motives or reasons, he only wanted her and now he had had her.
He wondered at her reasons, however.
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Moira showered, alternately furious and heartbroken. Weeping and swearing in a maelstrom of emotion. She toweled off as if trying to erase every sensation of John on her, in her, every memory, every taste and touch and scent and bodily fluid that had joined them in an amazingly erotic and sexual rush. She dressed and sat on her bed, brooding.
She tried to figure out his motives, although his motives seemed all too clear. Yet she couldn't quite believe that was he had wanted. Just sex. Especially after the emotions between them, the bold assertions that John had made about losing her and never letting go again. His nonsense about a life he had glimpsed with her and then a fairy tale about some alternate Moira with an alternate John. It didn't make any sense and she couldn't understand the man.
Things were so much simpler with the man on the camcorder.
A knock roused her out of her gloomy thoughts. She stood and hobbled to the door, hoping it was John and he would apologize and make things right again. She opened the door. "Oh."
Evan smiled at her. "Hey, Moira. I found it." He held up the camcorder for her to see. "It was in a trench a few miles out from the pier, carried there by the current but I found it for you."
She took the camcorder. "Thank you, Evan."
He stared. She sounded bland, tired. "Are you okay? I mean you don't sound too pleased to have it back and you all but begged me to find it for you."
She met his gaze, hearing the accusation. "I know. I'm sorry, I am grateful, really! I just...um..I am just tired, is all. The foot." She glanced at the cast. She had forgotten all about her injured foot during the wild sex with John. She felt the pain now, however.
"Oh. Maybe you should see Carson then," Evan said, disappointed. He had been expecting a more enthusiastic response. "Are you sure you're okay, Moira?"
"Yes. Sorry…I, I am going to work on that report. So I can get it over with."
"Do you need any help? You don't have to give it until you are ready, you know. Has Colonel Sheppard pressured you in any way?"
She blushed, torn between a smile and tears. "No, not at all. I just want to get it over with." She could hardly tell Evan that his commanding officer had just fucked her brains out with extraordinary passion only to seemingly dump her afterwards.
"Understandable, Moira. If you need any help let me know."
"Thanks, Evan." She smiled at him. "I will stick to the facts, to the science as you suggested. Then we can get back to normal, well, once my foot is healed, that is."
"Yes, you can't go traipsing through the 'Gate like that."
"I guess not. I should get to work on that report. Thanks for this." She touched his arm, stumbled back and closed the door.
Evan stared at it, suspicious.
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John sat in the cafeteria, musing on Moira. He couldn't decide what to do, what to say. Apart from wanting her sexually again everything else was a mess. He hadn't meant to hurt her but felt it was necessary to shake her out of whatever illusions she still held. To make her face her feelings for him, just as he was now facing his feelings for him. The real ones, not the ones imagined or pretended.
Things had been so much easier with the version of Moira he had imagined.
He sighed. Smiled. The sex had been good. No, the sex had been great. Fantastic, actually. He couldn't wait to get into her pants again. To get her into bed this time and take his time with her. Exploring every inch of her and then she could explore every inch of him. He shifted on the chair as his body agreed to his lewd ideas. He noticed women eying him. Realized he was slouching in the chair, wearing an expression of smug satisfaction still. He straightened, rubbed his stubbly chin, realizing he should have shaved afterwards. He should have showered afterwards but he liked the feeling of Moira still on him, in him.
"Here you are!" Rodney sat across from him. "You know there's a mission tomorrow, right? Unless you are too tired after your midnight swim."
"Ha ha. And it was at two am, not midnight. Wait, a mission?" he asked, scowling.
"Yes. Where's your head at? A mission to M1K439 because there was a possible—"
"That again?"
"What do you mean that again? John, are you all right? Did you hit your head or something during your swim because you are acting, well, you are acting oddly."
"Oddly? What do you mean?"
"The mission to M1K439!" Rodney clarified, irritated. "You didn't want to go there but couldn't give a cogent reason why, and now you seem to have forgotten all about it!"
"Oh."
"Oh? Oh? Is that all you have to say?"
"Yeah." John stood. "If you'll excuse me I have reports to work on before we go on that mission tomorrow, all right?"
"Sir? Are you pressuring Moira to give her report today?"
"Huh?" John met Evan's gaze as the other man neared, a frown on his face. "No. Is she giving it today?"
"Yes, apparently. I don't think she's ready, sir, and Carson said we shouldn't rush her or—"
"Oh, she's more than ready, major. More than ready." He tried to conceal the smirk as lewd images filled his mind. Moira all hot, eager for him. "It's about time we learned how she escaped the sub-Wraith and survived for over a month, wouldn't you agree? I, for one, can't wait to hear this." He strode out of the cafeteria.
Evan sighed, scowling. "What is his problem with her anyway?"
"What? Aren't you curious how she survived and got away from those things?"
"Yes, of course, but she's been through hell and we shouldn't push her. Sometimes I think he doesn't like her at all."
"Oh, he does. You don't know the half of it," Rodney noted, recalling the sheer despair John had endured when he had lost her. The grief for a chimera of a life with a woman he had just met.
"What do you mean?"
Rodney realized he had said too much. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Just don't underestimate his feelings for her."
"What? You've got to be kidding me!" Evan retorted, disbelieving. "Sheppard and Moira? No way. No way!" He almost laughed, but caught himself.
Rodney shrugged. "Stranger things have happened. Gotta go." The physicist made his exit before he was questioned further, or revealed more than he should.
