Sympatric Speciation9
John rolled over, flung his arms out across the bed. Felt the empty space beside him as he stretched his legs, reveling in the comfort, the size of the bed. "Moira?" He sat, awake. Yawned. Sunlight streamed into the room. He ran a hand through his hair. Heard the shower running. Grinned. He got up, walked into her bathroom. Stared at her naked silhouette. The water and soap sparkling along her skin. She arched to rinse her hair. "Fuck," he muttered. Glanced down to see his arousal already pointing the way. He smirked. "Moira?"
"Shit," she muttered. Had been enjoying the peaceful shower, the hot water and quiet. She paused. Peeked around the curtain to see him standing there. Naked. Aroused. "I thought you were asleep, sweetie so I...oh. Oh my. Oh my goodness! John! Are you kidding me?"
"It's not me, baby. May I? Please," he pouted.
"Fine!" she snapped, but smiled. "You know, John, you really should put a safety on that thing," she teased.
He moved to the shower, stepped in and stared hard at her. "Moira...oh Moira..." he growled, captivated by the sight of her wet, naked body. Water and suds coursing down her curves, her breasts, her crotch, her rear. He grabbed her, kissed her, moving her so the water hit him, pounding his back. "Moira, I have to, I have to...oh fuck I have to have this now!"
She smiled, watching the water drip form his hair, his skin. Handsome face serious, passionate. She kissed him, nibbled his lower lip, gently bit. "Oh John...John..."
"Fuck. I have to, baby, I have to have this now. So fucking beautiful I might die of sheer need," he noted solemnly.
"Please! John! We're having too much–"
"No, we're not. Not at all." He kissed her, moving her back against the wall, the slick tiles. Ran his mouth down her throat, down to gently kiss, suck her breasts. Licking water.
Moira moaned, arching despite herself. Hands sliding on his wet shoulders, arms. "John, John, please, oh please...John..."
He kissed her again, slid into her so easily. Thrusting suddenly, lifting her onto the ledge where there was barely room. His hands tight on her rear as she moaned, whimpered, grabbing his arms as he thrust, thrust. Groaning, grunting with each penetration. Careful not to ram her into the wall, guiding her as he clasped her rear, gently squeezing. "Moira, hold position, baby, oh fuck fuck right there right there oh God that is sweet...tighter, baby oh yeah," he praised.
Moira clung, clawed. There was nothing to hang onto but him. Strong muscles in his arms as he held her there. In his legs as he kept thrusting, straining. She cried out as pleasure erupted, orgasms swirling like the water pounding them, splashing them. He groaned loudly, arching into her, so hard now, throbbing for release. "John! Oh John, John!"
"Moira! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Their mutual moans and exclamations a chorus of sexual gratification, release as they came. Voices enhanced by the acoustics of the shower, the water. One last thrust and he came. Shuddered and slid out of her, set her down carefully. Kissing her, pinning her to the wall.
"John, oh John," she marveled, breathless.
"Fuck. Oh Moira...sweetheart...you better get out before I get yet another hard-on."
She kissed him, left the shower quickly.
He moved to the water, washed. Invigorated, sated. So sexually pleased he almost did feel giddy. He grinned.
Moira dried off quickly, dressed and combed her damp hair. Startled yet pleased at yet more passionate exuberance. The repeated sexual ecstasy. She felt so happy, so enamored. She quickly left their rooms, headed for the cafeteria. Realized with a start they hadn't eaten anything since early yesterday. Had been too wrapped up in each other, in sex to care about anything as trivial as food. She almost laughed, but schooled her expression. Loaded a tray and moved to join Carson at a table. "Carson?"
"Please, Moira," he invited with a smile. "Morning, love." His gaze swept over her as she sat. "How are you this morning?"
"Fine! I'm just fine," she lowered her tone, "perfectly fine. Oh Carson," she couldn't help but gush dreamily, "John's wonderful! He's so wonderful! He's so, so utterly wonderful."
Carson snorted. "I see. You look tired, Moira. Did you get any sleep last night?"
She colored. "A, a little...I mean, yes, of course I slept." She colored.
"Afterwards, and in between," John noted with a smug smile. He sat next to her, scooting her to the wall. His tray was loaded with food. "It's my fault, Carson, I just...I just couldn't stop. I couldn't get enough," he admitted boldly.
"John!"she scolded, but he continued, oblivious.
"Neither could she, but I...well, if you'd seen her naked you'd understand how that ripe, voluptuous body is like a drug to my–"
"John Sheppard!" she exclaimed, blushing. The men laughed. She elbowed him.
"Sorry." He kissed her. "Morning, sweetheart." His gaze drifted down. "Morning, John junior." Carson laughed.
Moira sighed. "Stop that! Carson, tell him! Tell him it's not even a, a baby yet. Just a fertilized egg with cells and our combining DNA to form a–"
"Moira! Don't talk about our son like he's a science project!" John scolded. "You'll hurt John junior's feelings."
She scowled. "No! You mean Darwin Lyell Carson's feelings. I've changed my mind. A good science name so your son will be a complete scientist. And Carson because he's done so much for us." She smiled at the doctor.
"I'm flattered and honored, Moira," Carson replied, charmed.
"No. No way. No offense, Carson."
"None taken, John," the doctor assured, amused at their affectionate bickering.
"And my son will not be a science geek," John declared.
"Then stop doing that! And what if it's a girl, flyboy?" she challenged.
"That's easy." He took a drink of orange juice.
"Easy? Let me guess. Johnna junior?"
He laughed. "No, sweetheart, don't be ridiculous. But it's a boy. Trust me on this. You are carrying John junior. I have no doubt."
"You mean Darwin Lyell Carson," she corrected, "since you don't like my Irish names. You know, John, we should name it Andrew. As in andrewsarchus mongolensis since it was conceived on Pleistocene Park, after all." Carson laughed.
John scowled. "Hilarious, Moira. No. He was conceived, not it. He! John junior. Maybe I should make an announcement." He started to rise. She grabbed his arm.
"No! Don't you dare!"
"Shouldn't you announce your marriage first, John?" Carson asked.
"Oh. Yeah. Good point, Carson. I guess I should. So people will know I knocked her up after we got married." He stood. "Excuse me, I–"
"John!" she pulled him down to his chair. The men laughed. "Don't you dare! Carson! You are not helping! John, I'm not kidding!"
He relented. "All right, sweetheart. But we will have to tell some people."
"No," she refused. Picked at her food, met his sudden smirk. "What? What is so damn funny now, colonel?"
"They will probably guess I knocked you up last night, or this morning, Moira. We were very, very, um, exuberant, and the acoustics in the shower were–"
"John! Enough!" She hit his arm. "I'm sorry, Carson. He is–"
"Let me guess. Giddy after too much fudge?" he asked seriously. The men laughed heartily.
Moira colored, but smiled. "Yes! That's it exactly! Move!" She pushed at John.
"No. You've hardly eaten a thing," he countered.
"I can't, thanks to you. I can only eat a little in the morning, colonel. While you were supposedly stranded on that planet I had to endure throwing up every morning. So I can't eat much until later. You and your damn sperm. Move!"
He grinned. "Sorry, sweetheart. On behalf of my damn sperm I do apologize." He scooted out, stood. "But not on behalf of my very happy ordnance," he said low.
"Hilarious, John!" she snapped.
"Your worshipfulness," he countered with a bow.
"Nerfherder!" she replied.
"At least I'm no longer scruffy-looking!" he called after her as she left. "Moira, walk faster!"
"Shut up, John!"
He laughed, sat. Suddenly grew serious. "Carson, is she all right? She needs to eat."
"Aye, she will. Perfectly normal, John. By lunch she will eat like a horse and keep it all down. Don't worry. You seem to have taken this all in stride. Good man."
He shrugged. "Well, I had time to get used to the whole idea, the possibility. Just not this soon, but I'm actually glad it happened now. Was Moira okay when she found out?"
"Aye, she was. Burst into tears. No, she was happy but worried. Overcome. You being stranded from her and all. It's a big change for her, John. Huge. You need to be supportive. Strong for her. Although she seems fine now. Was gushing over you like a newlywed."
"Oh? Yeah, well, we were quite, um...anyway, she'll be fine? I mean all the way through?"
"Yes. She's fine. And will be. Don't think you have to restrict her to the city, because you don't. Not for several months. Don't keep her from her work, John, but don't let her overwork either. She's been doing that while you were gone. She'll resent you if you keep her confined to base, even if you have her best interests at heart. She's not ill. She's pregnant. Don't forget there is a difference."
"Yeah, I know. Thanks. I'll try. I just want her safe. Secure. Protected. I will take care of her, Carson, whether she likes it or not."
