A fight with Happy ending

by dunnia

Hello, my dear readers. This is a romance-story between Colonel John Sheppard, my absolute favorite character in SGA and Dr. Caitlin Summer, a fictional character of my crazy mind. I wish you a lot of fun reading it, just enjoy, my friends.

10. Chapter 10

Girls just wanna have fun

Just a few words before you start reading.

It isn't the wedding part, not yet. Sorry guys, RL was a bit cruel last time, but I'm working on it. So please stay patient, my friends.

About this one, I thought after John and Linnie had such a hard time in my last chapter, they deserve a real good and happy time in this one. So this is a chapter full of fun, easy living and a lot of love of course. I hope you enjoy it and that you'll have fun reading it.

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"Incoming wormhole, it's earth, Dr. Summers IDC." Chuck called out from behind his control panel and looked up to cast a glance at Dr. Weir, standing above him on the galery. "Well, than lower the shield, Chuck. What are you waiting for?" Elizabeth answered, already on her way down to the gate room. Since the incident with the ancients and replicators they were able to dial directly earth – much more comfortable to travel than with the Daedalus and a lot more time-saving too. She took easily the last stairs and looked expectantly at the gate. First she saw a bag flying through the gate, followed by several others. After that, three women enter Atlantis and the first one let out a loud whoop of joy.

"Oh, it feels so good to be home again." Caitlin anounced and stepped forward, a bright smile appeared on her face. "Hello Elizabeth, hi Chuck. We're back!" Mary and Jenny follow her, smiling over their entire faces as well. "Hi guys. Good to see you all again." Mary called and dropped her bags. "God, this bags are so heavy. I think I got a bit carried away, when I was shopping. But I couldn't resist."

Jenny nudged her from aside while she grinned broadly at Elizabeth. "You can say that loud. You'd emptied almost every shop we entered, girl. Hi Elizabeth, you should have seen our shopping victim here. It was really cruel how she dragged us from shop to shop. This woman had shown no mercy. Linnie and I were so plum tuckered out, you can't imagine it." Mary scowled at her friend. "Hey, my list was very long. I'd a lot of orders from various people here. And you keep quiet, honey. You weren't a wit better than me."

Elizabeth laughed about their friendly squabble and stepped closer to welcome them. "Welcome back, girls. Seems you all had a good time on earth. But we hadn't expect you until tomorrow. So what happened?" She asked, curiously. Caitlin grinned at her. "You don't believe it, but we got homesick. Funny, isn't it? After ten days we're more than happy to be back here."

A big grin spread over Marys face. "You mean you got homesick." She emphasized. "You should have seen her, Elizabeth. The last days she was singing the blues and I know the reason very well. He has dark hair and a cheeky smile and…ouch! Stop punching me." She laughed and jumped aside to avoid the next punch.

Elizabeth shook her head, laughing. "Well it was real quiet in the infirmary without you, I can assure you that. I'd the feeling, Carson was singing the blues as well. Anyhow, it's good to have you back. I suggests, you stow your luggage away and we meet in the mess hall for a long chat. I want to hear all the news, you brought along. Oh and Linnie, I'm afraid you can continue singing the blues. John isn't here, he and his team are off world and we don't expect them until tomorrow." She said, twinkling at Caitlin.

"Yes, make fun of me. I can bear it, don't worry. After ten days with this two crazy nuts I can bear everything, believe me." Caitlin laughed and grabbed her bags. "Oh that's nice of you, Sgt. Anderson, thanks." She smirked at the young soldier who offered his help without being asked. After the intermezzo in the gym he was really nice and polite, it seemed he'd learned his lesson. When they met, they mostly came along, unless he made one of his stupid, chauvinistic remarks again.

"Your welcome, Dr. Summer. Let me tell you that I'm really happy to see you." Caitlin looked suspiously at him, wondering what that means. "Oh, is that so? Why that?" Her eyebrow shot up when Anderson smiled broadly at her. "Because the mood of Colonel Sheppard wasn't the best and he gave us a really hard time the last ten days. So I'll be not the only one who is glad that you're back." He remarked while he grabbed her luggage.

"Yes, he was a bit grumpy, wasn't he?" Elizabeth confirmed, with a cheeky smile. "Good to know." Caitlin chuckled and the others join her. Two other soldiers stepped closer, helping Mary and Jenny with their luggage and the whole caravane left laughing and chatting the gate room.

Loud laughter sounded from the table in the corner of the mess hall. "It seems, you really had a lot of fun on earth. And this chocolate-cookies are delicious. God I almost forgot how good they are. Thanks that you'd thought about it." Elizabeth leant forward, snatched another cookie out of the box and a soft, pleasant sigh escaped her when she ate it with relish. She sipped on her coffee mug and glanced at Caitlin. "So tell me, you got everything for the wedding in three weeks? You must show me the dress, I'm so curious."

Caitlin leant back and a dreamy smile flashed over her face. "I parked it in Marys appartment so he can't see it. Of course I'll show you later, if you want. It's absolutly wonderful and you know what? You can't buy it in a shop." She sparkled at Elizabeth, who threw an astonished look at her. "Why not? Where did you get it?" Caitlin opened her mouth for an answer, but Mary intervened. "Because we were in every wedding shop we could find and she couldn't make up her mind. It was pure torture, I can tell you." Jenny nodded in agreement and cast an amused glance at Caitlin. "Oh yes, torture is the right word. To flashy, to simple, to white, to dark, to long, to short….Oh my, we were really desperate." She heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes.

Caitlin frowned at her friends. "This isn't something you buy every day and I had a certain image in my head. If it were up to you two, I would wear a dress with frills and flowers and that sort of stuff. Geez, I'd looked like Barbie. Uuah." She still shuddered by that thought. "No, not for me. But I've to admit, meanwhile I was a bit desperate too. When we visited my parents, my mother listened to my complains, grabbed my hand and dragged me up to the attic. There she'd kept her own wedding dress all the years, safe and dry. I didn't even know she still have it. It is absolutly gorgeous you'll see."

Her eyes started to gleam and shine. "It's a wonderful wedding gown, made of cream-white silk and fine lace, with a long and wide skirt. You'll like it, I'm sure." Mary chuckled. "Yes, it's really wonderful, with a low neck-line, and I'm looking forward when we'll tie her up. She'd bought one of those lace-up back corsets because of the tight top. That will be fun." A broad grin spread over her face.

Caitlin gave her a soft slap on her arm. "Hey, it looks good and I'll survive that day if you won't tie me too tight. Well, I can't eat much that day, that's for sure." She laughed heartly. Jenny smirked and cast a bold glance at her friend. "Oh, I know someone who loves to untie you on that day. He will have a lot of work, because he has to unbutton all the tiny little knobs on your back first before he comes to the goodies and there are a lot of knobs." Her laughter was contagious and the whole table burst with laughter.

"At least we can be happy that you two haven't married when we were back on earth the few weeks. We would have missed a hell of a party, folks. And it's a great idea to celebrate on the next friendship-day. I like that. You'll have a lot guests, including General O'Neill and Colonel Carter." Elizabeth mentioned. Caitlin bent forward, propped her ellbows on the table and leant her chin onto her hands. "Yes, we'd already thought of going married on earth, after the ancients had kicked us out here and it looked like we'd to spent the rest of our life on earth. But somehow we never managed it to fix a date. Maybe this was some kind of destiny." She answered thoughtful, reminding the few weeks on earth.

It was a weird time and somehow they all had real trouble to fit into "the normal life" again. It seemed as if it wasn't really their home anymore. After John and his team had risk their lifes to defeat the replicators who'd conquered Atlantis, everybody was more than happy when they all could return back into the Pegasus Galaxy, despite all the danger and enemies which excisted here.

"We're a whole year together on our wedding day. God, time flies! Despite the bad things that had happen, it was really the best year of my life, you know? I won't miss a second of it." Caitlin mused and heaved a sigh. Especially the heavy parts of that year had welded them together, had deepened their love and solidifeid their relationship.

A tender smile rushed over her face by thinking of him and another sigh left her mouth, a deep-drawn this time because she'd to wait another day until she'll see him again. She really had enjoyed the last ten days, but she couldn't deny that she'd already missed him from the moment she'd stepped through the gate.

Not to mention the subliminal fear she'd all the time that he could get wounded or worse, when she was billions of miles away from him. It was really, really good to be back. 'God Linnie, if someone had told you the day you'd arrived here that you were so crazy in love and addicted to him, you would have laughed very loud.' She thought and her eyes became a warm and dreamy glance.

"Hallo, anybody home there? And I don't need to ask where you were with your thoughts, honey. Oh, I want to meet my Mr. Right too." Mary nudged her and shook her head, with an indulging smile on her face. Caitlin shrugged and looked at her friend. "I'm sorry, what did you say? I wasn't listening."

Mary and the others started to laugh. "Oh, we'd noticed that, honey. I just said we all envy you, you lucky girl. But we're happy for you two. Come on, let's go and show Elizabeth your gorgeous dress." She stood up, the others follow and Elizabeth didn't forget to grab the cookie-box from the table before they all leave the mess hall, heading for Marys quarter.

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"Damned, I got muddy all over on that crappy planet. I'll just jump under the shower and then hit the sack. I'm totally exhausted from all that sloshing through the mud, for nothing." John muttered discontentedly and his gaze went down his body. His black uniform and his boots were crusted with mud all over.

He heaved a deep sigh, shoved both hands through his hair and grimaced. Yuck! Even his hair was muddy. Ronon laughed heartly about his face, although he didn't look a wit better. "Yeah, we look great, aren't we? Good that we decided to come back earlier. I really prefer to sleep in my bed instead of spending the whole night together with the others in the jumper."

John grinned at him while he stowed his guns into the locker, slipped out of his security vest and tossed it on the table. "You are darn right, buddy. A whole night together with Rodney, three marines and two crazy scientists? No thanks, I can do without that." He stretched his back, wiped his hand over his also muddy face just to rub his hands over his shirt afterwards to clean them at least a bit. Cursing, he stamped his feet on the ground to get rid of the mud on his boots. Damned, he'd nothing against getting dirty, but this was too much.

"Just don't forget to pull off your boots before you enter your quarter. Linnie will bite your head off when she comes back tomorrow and you'd spread the mud all over the floor." Ronon mentioned with a broad grin on his face as they walked down the floor. John flicked an amused gaze at him. "You don't think I would dare to enter our appartment with this dirt on me? No, I'll take a side-step to my old quarter for a shower and fresh clothes before I go home."

Ronons grin broadened. "Hey, sometimes it's real handy that you still have your old room, right? Although it looks like a limbo in the meantime." They stepped into the chamber and John gave his friend a cheeky smile while he chose the right level. "Yes, it's handy and I'll think I'll keep that room. Who knows what it's good for? And it's not a limbo anymore. I was bored last week, so I'd made a clean sweep. Okay, here we're. Come on, let's go."

They left the transporter and Ronon glanced at his friend from aside, chuckling. "What? You'd voluntarially cleared your room? God you'd been really desperated then. Good, that she'll be back tomorrow. At least your soldiers will be very glad about it. You'd really given them a hard time the last ten days." John frowned slightly at him. "Hey, some of them really needed that as you could see."

But then a broad smile flashed over his face. "But you're right. It's really good that she'll be back tomorrow. Damned, I really missed her." Rubbing with one hand over his neck, his face screwed up. "But I won't miss that crappy mud, that's for sure. I bet I'll also find this dirt in my boxers. Crap! Time for a shower. See you tomorrow, Chewy." He said and gave Ronon a short punch before they went separate ways.

Freshly showered and with clean clothes, John reached their appartment. The moment, he entered the room he knew something was different. He took a deep breath, virtually inhealing the air and a slow smile curled his lips by smelling a slight touch of her parfume he loved so much. Could it be true or was it just a desperate figment of his mind? His hand touched the light switch to his right and a small, dim light besides the couch went on. His gaze slid over the sitting area and his smile widened by the sight of all the luggage, standing there.

"Well, what a nice surprise at tall hours. I would say this compensates the whole crappy day in any event." He whispered to himself as he approached the bed, staring down at Caitlin. The pale moonlight, spilling through the window, bathed her in a soft light and let her look like a sweet, little fairy. She was beautiful, laying there in the middle of the bed, sprawled out, one arm flung wide, her wonderful long hair spilling across the pillow like a silken waterfall.

A tender smile curled around his lips as he watched her, drinking her in. Her sinful lips were slightly parted, just kissable and the silhouette of her tempting body, looming through the thin blanket, was heartstopping. It was really true - his little minx was back. John slipped out of his clothes, sneaked under the bed cover and stretched out beside her. He slid his hand possessively over her soft warm skin and brushed featherlight kisses on her face.

"John?" Her voice was drowsy. Sexy. It poured into his body with the force of a bolt of lightning, heating his blood and bringing every nerve ending alive. "Hi sweetie, welcome home, my little minx," he whispered and drew her closer, wrapping his body around hers as he slipped his arm around her waist, his lips brush softly over hers. Caitlin opened slowly her eyes and a sweet smile appeared on her face. "Hi John. Mhm, I love the way you welcome me." She whispered back and kissed him softly. Her fingers tangle through his thick, damp hair and ran in a soft caress over his skin.

"So I'm not the only one who returned earlier? Nice, I like it." She mumbled and kissed him again. "Guess what? I got homesick because I missed you." Turning her face into his shoulder, she snuggled against him and took a deep breath, inhealing his irrisistible scent. "Oh yes, it felt really good to be home again. Mhmm, you smell so good and you taste even better." Caitlin purred and spread soft kisses on his shoulder up his throat, already throbbing for him, her body thightening with instant response just of the feel of his strong muscled body. Her breath whispered over his skin, hot and erotic, and his heart pounded with need, his body trembled with it.

"I'm glad you got homesick, sweetie. It feels really good to have you back." John mumbled back, holding her possessively, his arms locking her to him. Her teeth and mouth were driving him slowly crazy. She nibbled and licked and sucked and his body responded to the stimulation with a slow burn that became fast hotter with each scorching touch of her. "You don't know how much I'd missed you. I hope you'd missed me too." Caitlin whispered, her lips trailing his skin, her hands sliding teasingly up and down his body, searching and finding his integrued spots.

She rubbed her already moistened body invitingly against him and a rush of heat took him, let his blood roar and pound hotly through his veins, straight to his groin. John moaned with pleasure. After ten lonely nights, the feel of her hot damp body, pushing so eagerly against him, aroused him mercilessly and the hungry ache intensified to an agonizing fullness. "Hell, Linnie. You can bet that I missed you." He hissed while his body jerked, hardened, shuddered with need, already burning for her.

With a deep growl, he took possession of her, blanketing her with his hard male body as he captured her lips and savaged her mouth with his. Their tongues twined and danced, hot licks, desperate frenzied kisses, devouring one another, feeding on each other's passion. He kissed her as if he could never get enough of the taste of her. With a smooth motion, he threw the cover from the bed onto the floor, his mouth never leaving hers, caging her with his body. She felt his heavy erection, hard and thick, pressed tight against her and a deep moan escaped.

"Oh, this feels real good. I want you, John. Ten days are a long time. I'm very hungry, you know that?" Caitlin whispered seductivly as her mouth slid along his jaw line, nibbling and biting. She made a sound in her throat like a cat purring over her prey, curled one leg around his and moved her hips in a slow erotic circle, making her grind against his thigh, leaving a sensual trail of dampness on his skin with every move of her.

John glared down at her and a sly smile rushed over his face. "Damned sweetheart, you're like a cat in heat. I love it." He groaned and a tremor went through her by the aching hunger that roughened his voice and the intensity burning in the depths of his eyes. "I told you I'm very hungry. I'm starving for you, John." Her voice was pitched low, sounded sultry and tempting and a slow seductive smile played around her mouth, her hungry eyes devouring him already. She submerged between his arms and began a leisurely slide down him, pressing little kisses over his chest and belly.

John felt her lips brushing softly over his skin, her teeth taking little nips and bites, her tongue easing each gentle sting. He reacted visibly, a shiver of excitement went through his body, his heart jumped and began to race. Blood surged hotly in his veins. A deep groan left his throat when she continued to move lower still, sliding her soft wet mound deliberately over his leg.

When she licked slowly and with relish over the stiff ridge of his erection, his entire body jerked. "Damned Linnie, you kill me, you little minx." He gasped, certain he was going to lose his mind before she was through. Caitlin laughed softly and her tongue made another wicked curl over the silken length of his hard shaft as her hand slid between his legs, cupping his thight sac. His cock jumped in reaction and fire burned through his groin, so hot he wanted to scream with the pleasure-pain of it. Another deep groan escaped and he rolled on his back to give her better access.

Caitlin shifted position, kneeling beside him and glanced at him with her mysterious eyes, eyes that had gone dark and sexy. Her breath came faster and her breasts lifted enticingly with each drag of air she took in. "Much better. Just relax and enjoy, honey." She whispered softly and bent her head, her hot mouth taking half of his erection deep into her mouth. A bolt of lightning shot through him, straight to his groin and set his whole body on fire, he was burning up inside. "Son of a bitch, Linnie." The words broke from him, a curse – a prayer. His voice was harsh, broken.

Caitlin lifted her head and smiled at him, a slow wicked smile before she continued her sweet torture, her tongue gliding over him, curling under the broad head to stroke fire along his most sensitive spot as she swallowed even more of him. "Oh hell, this is good." He groaned in sudden pleasure, 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.

He angled his head to get a better view of her lips sliding up and down him. Her mouth was wet as it slid over his shaft, leaving behind a gleaming trail of moisture. She was so beautiful, so sexy rising above him, her breasts full and rounded and swaying as she moved over him. The sight made his heart pound ferociously and drove every sane thought out of his mind. The curve of her butt enticed him and he let one hand slide down her back to stroke her rounded cheeks. In answer, she arched her back, spread slightly her legs so that his fingers could seek her hot dampness.

When he cleaved through her soft wet folds and pushed his fingers deep inside her hot juicy core, he felt her response immediately. A needy moan escaped her and her hips move rhytmically with every sensual stroke of his fingers, her body burning with incredible need, her inner mucsles contracting, clamping hard his fingers. He felt her trembling, shuddering as she came, her orgasm rocking through her and in reaction to it she took him even deeper, her throat closing around him, squeezing hot living flesh to the exploding point.

A torrent of need rushed through him with a destructive force, let him shudder with pleasure and he felt his body tighten to the point of pain, almost ready to erupt with the heat of her mouth and her tongue doing a wild tangle. His entire body jerked and a strangle moan left his throat as he struggled for control. "Hell Linnie, you have to stop. You're going to make me come too fast and I want to be inside you." He gasped, his fist tightened in her hair, his thought to drag her head away from him, but his body had other ideas and he held her to him as his hips thrust deep.

When her tongue did some kind of swirling dance, hitting the spot that sent him into orbit, he couldn't stop the rough cry torn from his throat or the automatic thrust of his hips to deepen his stroke. He could feel the silken heat of her mouth, tight like a glove and her fingers, stroking softly down his balls, stimulating gently his perineal nerves and another hoarse cry escaped before he could stop it. "Again," he ordered, his voice unrecognizable. "Do that again."

He swore she laughed. Sensations rippled through him and need clawed at his gut and tightened his groin until he was certain he would explode. John took a deep controlling breath and pulled back, wanting - needing - the haven of her body. He dragged her head back and caught her around the waist, lifting her. "Straddle me." He commanded, his voice just a harsh gasp, his green eyes so dark they were almost black.

"Yes, Master." Caitlin whispered softly and a sexy sinful smile curved her lips. Her hot, fierly gaze locked with his, she widened her thighs and settled over him with a slow, seductive wiggle that sent deep shudders of pleasure through his body. She was hot, hotter than he'd ever known her to be, and so tight, he felt every silken muscle as he pushed with torturous slowness into her fiery folds. "Hell, that's it, that's what I need. You're so hot and thight sweetheart, it feels like heaven." He gasped as she started to ride him, her body rose and fell, stroking his as she slid agonizing slow up and down him.

Her smooth motions filled his already full cock with pounding hot blood, let him swell even more with the urgent demand of release. But he refused to come, reveling in her lust and love and passion, he could see by watching her face. "You're really hot today, Linnie. I love to see you like this." John whispered, hoarsly while his palms slid up her flat stomach, traced her ribs and came up under her breasts, cupping the soft offerings in his hands. His thumbs stroke gently over her nipples, erecting her hard peaks even more and he felt her quavering, felt the wash of hot liquid flooding him as the walls of her sheath tightened around him, squeezing him rhytmically.

"Oh God, this feels so good. Don't stop it, John. Oh yes..." Caitlin moaned and shuddered with pleasure, her entire body seemed to pulse and throb and fracture. She glared down at him, her green eyes as dark and needy as his, and a sultry smile appeared on her face. She reached down to capture one hand of him, her fingers clasp tight his wrist, and licked along his thumb, a long slow lick, before she closed her lips over him to suck him hard in, her tongue curling wickedly around him. Her sinful mouth took turns at gliding smoothly up and down and suckling strongly as her tongue took long hot licks, applied pressure or twirl around the pad of his finger.

He watched her doing this and the air hitched in his lungs. She treated his thumb in the same line as she'd done with his cock before and damned, it really felt almost the same. A streak of fire shot through his belly like lightning and centered in his groin, gathering into a wild conflagration. He was burning alive, his cock steel hard, his sac so tight he was afraid he would burst.

"Damn it, Linnie, this is really hot. One isn't enough for you or what, you naughty wicked minx." John growled deeply, withdrew his hand and caught her hips. His fingers bit into her waist and he began to force her body to ride him hard and fast, setting the brutal rhythm with his surging hips. Her muscles convulsed around his almost immediately. Caitlin cried out, her head back, long hair brushing his thighs.

He slammed into her, driving deeper, that edgy need claiming him, taking him over, as she arched back, giving him better access to her most sensitive spot. Her muscles clamped down on him like a vise; liquid heat surrounded him. His entire body felt the building hunger, a painful contraction of every muscle, waiting, anticipating. Caitlin screamed out loud as she climaxed again, so hard this time her body shuddered, her small muscles gripping him like a hot fist, milking him dry, taking everything from him until there was no choice but to lose control and empty himself into her.

She collapsed over him, her head on his shoulder, her hair flowing over him in a wild disarray. Her breath came in the same rasping gasps as his did. He could feel her heart pounding through her soft skin. John brought up his arms to enclose her, to wrap her tightly against him. "God, this was real good. Just perfect," he murmured as his hands stroke tenderly over her back, caressing her soft skin. "Oh yes, it was. Just what I needed." She licked his throat, a small flick of her tongue.

He was enjoying the aftershocks rippling through her body and that little flick only heightened his pleasure. His fingers shoved her hair aside. "You naughty girl, what were you doing with my thumb?" Caitlin raised her head and smiled at him. "I'd the feeling you liked it." A huge grin spread over his face. "I loved it, honey. It was the icing of the cake. I love your beautiful mouth, specially when your soft lips coddle my best part. And I don't mean my thumb." He smirked, stroking with his finger tenderly over the seam of her lips.

She nibbled the pad of his finger and her smile widened, her eyes sparkling. "Does that mean I have the blow job?" John laughed heartly and the sound of his deep laughter, vibrating through her body, sent a pleasant shower down her spine. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her softly. "Oh yes, my little minx, for the rest of your life. I love you, Linnie." He whispered and kissed her again, a long slow kiss that nearly made her heart stop. "I love you John. I'm so glad I'm home again." She let her head drop back on his shoulder and closed her eyes while her fingers brush in a soft caress over his skin.

Happiness swept through him. He held her to him, feeling the rise and fall of her breasts against his chest. His body had slipped from hers, but he lay snug in her warm, soft nest. "Thank God, I don't have to get up early. I intend to have a long good sleep." Caitlin yawned and snuggled closer to him. "What about you?" John shifted her gently until she was on her side with him curled around her. "The same. Since they don't expect us back so early, I'll just take the day off. Means we have a lot of time. "

She huddled deeper into his arms. "Oh that sounds real good, I love it. And I bet you already have a plan how we waist the time, right?" He nuzzled her hair aside so that he could kiss the nape of her neck. Caitlin shivered by his touch. "Sure. After a good sleep we make love, sleep a bit, make love, have a very late breakfast, make love…" He felt her smile against his arm. "Exactly what I thought. You're a sex maniac, you know that?" She interrupted him. John kissed a spot between her shoulder blades. "Hey, this is a perfect plan and what's more I've to make up for ten days, honey. And if I remember right, you were the one who deliberately seduced me tonight."

Her smile widened. "It doesn't take all that much to seduce you, John. You think when I look at you I'm seducing you." He chuckled softly. "That's true." He nibbled on her shoulder, his teeth nipping her skin playfully as his hands wandered over her body. "So tell me why do you returned earlier? Elizabeth had tell me that you won't be back until tomorrow." She asked him and closed her eyes as his hands cupped her breasts, his strong fingers began a slow assault on her sensitive nipples.

"Oh, don't remind me of that mission. It was just a crappy day. I'll tell you in the morning, sweetheart." John kissed teasingly her neck, took little nips and bites along her shoulder while his hands stroke softly over her breasts, brush over her rib cage down her belly, in slow lazy circles. He loved to touch her. Sometimes he felt starved for touch. For her hands on him, for his hands on her. Linnie never stopped him from touching her and that meant everything for him.

"How was your time on earth?" He asked. Caitlin sighed softly and trembled when his hands return to her breasts to caress them, his mouth at the nape of her neck. He was making her hot all over again with his teasing kisses and his fingers, sliding tender over her skin, tugging on her hard peaks, seeking her thighs. His erection was growing against her, hardening into a persistent bulge. She felt a small drop of moisture on her cheek. His hips moved in a slow, languorous rhythm, almost lazy, almost as if he couldn't help trying to burrow into her softness.

"We'd a lot of fun." Caitlin answered. "I'll tell you everything tomorrow." She couldn't stop from pushing back against him, rubbing her bottom over him in a slow slide, resting her head back against him so she could arch her breasts into his hands."For now I just enjoy to lay in you arms again. I'd really missed you John." She slid her body against his in invititation. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring her presence. Her invitation. Her acceptance. "It became worse with every day, so I teased the others as long as they gave in to return a day earlier. I was so disappointed when I heard you weren't here." She said and turned in his arms to look at him.

John laughed softly, his eyes linger tenderly on her face. He loved the way she pouted her sinful lips, so tempting, just kissable. "Well, I'm here, right?" He lowered his head and kissed her, very soft and tender, trailed nibbling kisses along her jawline. His mouth cruised devastatingly slow over her face. His lips were soft, smooth, deliciously and every time they met hers, he took the kiss just a degree deeper, just a whisper warmer while his hands travel slowly over her body for a leisurely exploration. Caitlin just melted away under his tender touches and kisses. Her body went soft and pliant, molding against him.

With a soft moan, she curled her hands around his neck to pull him closer. "Love me again, John." She whispered softly, her body throbbing for his. She could feel the pulsing in her womb, wanting more. There was a longing note in her voice that crawl under his skin and his body was all at once fully erect, stiff and hard and aching. His hand slid between her thighs and hot dampness welcomed him. Caitlin arched against his palm and another needy moan escaped.

John groaned. "You're so ready for me, honey. Do you have any idea what that can do to a man?" It could bring him to his knees. He loved that her body was always so receptive for him, even when he woke her up in the middle of the night. As tired as she might was, the moment he touched her, she came alive for him. "I love you, Linnie." He whispered hoarsly as he moved, blanketing her completely, his hips settling into the cradle of hers.

He slid gently into her, burying himself deep inside her hot wet haven and moved with that exquisite slowness he used to drive her straight up the wall. Caitlin moaned with pleasure. The friction on her already sensitive body was turning her inside out. It didn't matter how many times she went over the edge. John moved with perfect insight, perfect knowledge of what she needed. What she wanted.

"I love the way you love me, John." She whispered and looked at him, straight into his amazing hazel green eyes as her fingers comb lovingly his thick dark hair, stroke softly over his skin. She could feel the flex of his strong muscles under her hands with every move of him. It just felt wonderful. His love surrounded her while he surged deeper, so tender, so gentle this time she could weep. "This is just wonderful. I love you John." She breathed as she moved her hips to join him with ervery stroke of his, their bodies welding together in perfect harmony.

There was this complete wholeness and then, when he was fully aroused, his body was a driving force, each stroke hard and fast and insistent, taking them both soaring out over the border, free-falling through time and space until neither could move again. John held her close, still burried inside her, unwilling to separate their bonding, not wanting to end the closeness between them.

They were completely sated for the moment, exhausted, breathing with effort, yet there was the same sense of absolute peace. "Linnie." He whispered her name, a tribute more than anything else. "I know, I feel the same." She whispered back, snuggling closer. They just lay there for a minute or two, lingering in that wonderful feeling of complete entireness until he eased his body off her, unrelactantly and rolled aside.

"Come here to me." John pulled her into his arms and angled for the blanket to tuck them in. Caitlin yawned and huddled closer against him. "God, I'm sleepy." She murmured, with a drowsy voice. His hand stroke her silken hair. "Go to sleep then, sweetheart." He brushed a kiss on the top of her head.

"I will and I know I'll sleep good. I always do when I lay in your arms, you know." She huddled closer, still and curled her leg around his. Her hand stroke softly over his chest, her fingers tangle in his chest hair. "I just couldn't sleep very well without you. What about you? I bet you'd strolled through the city again half of the night." Caitlin raised her head to look at him. She knew sometimes it was difficult for him to shut his mind off.

John smirked. "Yep, you're right. But not tonight, now I have you back." She ruffled his hair. "Oh, so I'm just a nice pastime for you when you aren't able to sleep?" She frowned slightly at him, but he could hear the laughter in her voice. "No, you're my most popular pastime sweetheart. There is a difference. By the way, I just want to remind you that you'd promised me a private belly dance. " Caitlin laughed just as he knew she would. It felt darn good to hear it again. "I haven't forget it. You'll get your private dance. Just let me surprise you." She mumbled as she nibbled on his lower lip, kissed the corners of his mouth.

"I'm so looking forward to it, honey." John captured her lips and kissed her with every bit of passion and hunger and love he felt for her. "I missed you a lot, Linnie." He murmured against her lips. "I even cleaned up my old quarter." An amused smile rushed over her face. "Oh, was it that worse?" She chuckled. "Someone told me that your soldiers are also happy that I'm back. You must have teased them a lot." His eyebrow shot up. "I just trained them a bit harder, that's all. Who told you that?"

Caitlin smirked at him. "I'll give you a hint. The cheeky man from the gym." A grin spread over his face. "Oh, your special friend Sergeant Anderson. Yes I was a bit rough with him." Caitlin laughed softly. "Well, he isn't that bad, as long as he keep his mouth shut." She noted as she laid her head back on his chest. "I missed that too, talking and laughing with you. I love you John." She whispered and tried to stifle a yawn.

"I love you too, Linnie. Go to sleep, you're tired." He tightened his arms around her and she snuggled deeper in his embrace. "Yes I really am. Will you be able to sleep?" She asked. "Yes, don't worry." His hand stroke softly over her back. "That's good. And if you wake up in the middle of the night…" Her voice was drowsy again. John smiled into the darkness. "I already know exactly how I'll wake you," he promised. He held her close and listened to her breathe until he fell asleep. It was a good deep sleep he had and he didn't woke up once this night.

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The door bell rang and Caitlin opened the door. "Morning Mary and thanks a lot. You're such a sweetheart, you know that?" She sent a bright smile at her friend while she grabbed the fully loaden tablet Mary held out at her. "Yeah, I know I'm too nice. Bring you your breakfast so you can have your fun. Can't believe I'm doing this." She countered, with a big grin on her face and rolled her eyes.

"If you still can call it breakfast. I mean it's already after twelf. As a good friend I was worried about you, Linnie and thought to myself, call her because you haven't heard anything of her the whole morning and what is it?" Mary threw her hands in the air. "She'd a late night date with Mr. Right and managed it to persuade me to serve them breakfast. What am I? Room service? In that case I demand a big tip, honey." She muttered, good-naturedly while she followed Caitlin into the room. Caitlin set the tray on the table, swirled around and hugged her tightly. "You're a real good friend and I love you for this, honey. Thanks again."

Mary squeezed her back, chuckling softly. "Yes right, I love you too. Okay, I don't wanna spoil your party here. So, just give me my bags you still have in your suit case and I'm out of here again. But…." she made a step back, regarding her friend favorably. "When I look at your face, you already had a lot of fun, right? You look good, honey. Keep it up!" Caitlin laughed softly as she went over to the couch to open one of the suit cases. She pulled out several bags and gave it to her friend. "Thanks Mary. Here, that's the rest of your shopping event."

Mary frowned at the bags. "Thanks hun. Somehow my case was a bit overcrowded. I really got a bit carried away with shopping, did I?" She shook her head and sighed deeply. "But hey, who knows when I get the next chance to such a shopping-marathon, right?" Her eyes sparkle amused at Caitlin. "You're a crazy nut Mary, but a really sweet one."Caitlin smirked and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Yep that's me, you can call me nuthead, sweetheart. By the way, where is Mr. Ten-Thousand-Volt?" Mary asked while her gaze swept searchingly through the room. "In the bathroom, shaving." A big grin spread over Caitlins face about the name her friend had used for John and pointed towards the bathroom.

"Oh, the gentleman wants to be smooth and soft for his lady. Very considerately of him." Mary remarked, with a meaning look at her and jumped aside to avoid Caitlins punch. Her eyes glitter joyfully while her gaze slid over her friend, mustering her. "But Linnie, you really should work on your outfit. Wearing your man's clothes isn't sexy at all, you know," she shook her head. "It's a bit oversized, don't you think? And the color, very daring honey." She pointed at the black shirt and the pink-checked boxers, Caitlin was wearing.

"Mary you crack me up," Caitlin giggled. "But I can becalm you. It was just the first thing I get ahold of when you'd rung. I couldn't open the door completely naked, couldn't I?" Mary lifted one hand, rolling her eyes again. "Spare me the details honey, I really don't wanna know. I'm out of here. Have fun, love." At the very moment she turned towards the door, John came out of the bathroom, with nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his hips.

Mary stopped apruptly and a cheeky smile spread over her face. "Speaking of fun! Morning John. Nice outfit, I like it. It surely suits you." She noted while her eyes wander slowly over his well-muscled body. Here and there, a few waterdrops ran over his tanned skin, glittering in his chest hair, and his dampy hair stick out in all directions. "Wow, Linnie. Not only smooth-shaven, also freshly showered, extra for you. I'm really impressed." She sneered.

John shot a glance at her, his eyes sparkling, and a slow smile curved his mouth. "Morning Mary, nice to see you too. I knew I'd missed something the last days. Now I know what it was, it was your big mouth and your cheeky comments," he replied. His smile widened as he went one better. "Oh, and about the shower; I just needed a second one because the first one was really hot. I won't say more because I don't wanna embarrass you, Mary."

Caitlin almost choked on her laughter when Mary looked at him, with a deadpan face. "Go ahead, J.S. and embarrass me," she insisted. "I'm a tough person, I can bear it." John laughed heartly and roamed closer, not at least ashamed about his sparse wardrobe. "I bet you can, Mary. Is there anything that can shoke you?" Mary grinned at him. "Oh yes. If Rodney would ask me for a date," she snorted. "That would really shoke me." That was the point where Caitlin totally cracked up and the others couldn't help it but to join her laughter.

"Oh Mary, you're beyond price, you know that?" John said, still laughing as his gaze slid over the full tablet. "Hey breakfast, great. That's really nice of you." He picked up a sandwich. "God, I'm hungry. So you're in the room service now, Mary?" John teased her again. "I hope you don't expect a tip because I just have no pocket change at the moment." He grinned broadly at her. Mary watched the move of his strong muscles while he ruffled his damp hair and another smile appeared on her face, a saucy one this time. "Don't worry, I got my tip already, a real fat one." She retoured, with a sly glance. "Touche!" John snorted and raised his hand, giving her a thumbs-up affirmation.

"Oh, stop it! You two are impossible. My entire belly hurts from all the laughing." Caitlin shook her head, still chuckling. "Don't you have other things to do, honey?" She grabbed Marys arm and steered her towards the door. "Good bye Mary." Mary twinkled at her. "I see, you wanna get rid of me. I'll go freely, don't worry. Bye John, bye Linnie, see you later." As she was almost out of the door, she suddenly turned back.

"Hey John, thanks a lot. You really saved my day, you know that? Oh, and I like the color of your underwear." She shouted into Johns direction.. Her strong voice sounded through the whole floor and several people turn their heads, smiling at her. "Mary!" Caitlin frowned in feigned indignation, poking her. Mary grinned and bent forward. "Now I know why you got homesick, you lucky girl. Have a good one, Linnie." She whispered in her ear, brushed a kiss on Caitlins cheek and disappeared.

Caitlin shook her head and chuckled while she closed the door. She turned around, hands on hips, and sparkled fierly at him. "John Sheppard, how could you just stand there in front of my friend, as cool as a cucumber, when you wear nothing but a towel around your hips? I don't believe it." She muttered, with an amused smile on her face as she paced over to him.

John gave her a loopsided grin. "Hey she couldn't see anything, sweetheart. Besides that, I didn't even know that we'd company. You're lucky I wear this towel." Caitlin gave him a slap on his arm. "Hey, she saw enough." John laughed at her. "Sweetheart, by all the injuries I had until now, half of the infirmary saw me aren't jealous, are you? Hey that's Mary we're talking about." He peered at her, saw the slight blush on her face and smiled triumphantly. "Yes you are! I love you, Linnie."

He clasped her waist to pull her closer and kissed her softly. Caitlin glanced at him."No I'm not! I'm just possessive because you're mine and I grudge nobody a glimpse on your gorgeous body, not even Mary." Caitlin defended herself. Noting his satisfied smile, she decided to strike back."But if you see it this way," she brushed slight kisses on his chest. "Well, next time Ronon comes over, I think it's alright too when I open the door then with nothing else but a towel around my body, am I right?" She blinked up at him, her face pure and innocent like new fallen snow, but he didn't miss the mocking glance in her eyes, could literally see the little rompish devils, dancing in them and knew that she was challenging him.

A sly smile rushed over his face. "Oh no, you don't dare." She slid closer, her breast brushed his chest, her lips in a seductive pout. "Maybe - maybe not. Who knows? If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be so sure about it." She whispered rebelliously and a mysterious smile curved around her full lips. John regarded her, suddenly unsecure if she was serious or not.

His eyesbrows drew together. "Oh yes, I'm absolutly sure because that's something totally different, honey." He replied vehementely and his hand slid down her spine to rest on her firm butt, squeezing him gently to confirm his protest. "So you're applying double standards here." Caitlin plucked gently at his chest hair. "Just what I thought. This is so typically male." She answered snippy and plucked harder at his chest hair before she pulled out of his arm.

"Ouch, that hurts. Wait until I get you." John frowned and reached out to catch her. With a soft scream she jumped aside, sticking her tongue out at him. "Tee-hee! Close, but no cigar! The winner gets breakfast." She sneered at him, grabbed fast the full tablet from the table and turned towards the bed. "You little minx." John went after her, giving her a slap on her butt. "Hey, I just realize. That are my boxers you're wearing, and my shirt. But it looks real good on you, you know that? I love it and I love the view." He mentioned, with a big grin on his face and tilted his head, his hot gaze riveted on her protuded butt while Caitlin was kneeling on the bed, bending forward to set up the tray.

It was that certain tone in his voice that called her attention. She glanced at him over her shoulder, just in time to notice the dangerous glittering in his eyes before he started his attack and with a soft scream she flinched to escape his greedy hands. "Oh no, don't you even think about it. No, you can't possibly …" Another scream escaped her when he caught her ankle and laughingly, she crawled forward with the effort to squirm out of his grip. "Hey, we'd make love twice this night, in the early morning, not to mention the shower we'd later. Gimme a break here, will you?" Her eyes sparkle fierly at him as she tried to fend off his up-crawling hands.

"You can't count the shower, sweetheart. I just soaped you in, very thoroughly." He answered softly, with a cocky smile on his face and krept closer. The moment he released her ankle, she bounced of the bed, laughing at him. "Oh that's what you call 're oversexed John Sheppard, you know that?" He jumped on his feet and turned around. A wolfish smile flashed over his face as he stepped forward. "Oh no, just stay where you are." Still laughing, she backed off, holding her hand palm out. John stalked her across the room, slowly step by step, his arms spread wide to cut off her retreat, his eyes gleaming in antiception. Suddenly Caitlin felt the edge of the table, pushing hard in her back. She tried to make a step aside, but he caught her at her waist and held her tight.

"So, I'm oversexed? But you love it, you little devil. I know you do. I just have to take a look in your hungry eyes." Tossing the towel on the floor, he trapped her between the table and him, his body crowded closer to hers, and she felt the press of his arousal, thick and hard and unambigously. "Really? I don't think so, not at the moment." She replied, laying one hand on his chest in defence. But her breathy voice and her longing gaze belied her words. He felt her trembling when he moved closer, still, his hands sliding smoothly over her body. John bent to her neck, his teeth scraping over her skin, tugging at her earlobe before his mouth settled on hers for a long, sinful kiss.

Caitlin leant into the heat of his body, feeling his thick shaft nestled tight against her and instantly, her body came alive, her skin felt to tight, her nipples hard and aching, and a hot wave of liquid fire pooled between her legs. "You're a bad liar sweetie, you know that? I'll proof it to you." He whispered into her ear and his hot breath brushed over her skin, promising her temptation and sin. She wanted both.

John kissed her again, hot and passionate, while his hands brush softly over her breasts, teasing her hard buds through the material of the shirt. He pushed and rubbed his thick hard erection hungry against her and another flood of moist heat surged between her legs. The feel of his hard body and the incredible taste of his hot mouth – all male and sex – sent a ripple of flames darting through her bloodstream, burning her up inside. Caitlin moaned deeply and pushed back, her hips moving in a slow erotic circle as her knees turned to rubber and every nerve ending in her body caught fire.

John felt her hot wet dampness soaking through the texture of the boxers and a knowing smile appeared on his face. "I knew it Linnie. You're so hot you could melt an iceberg." His low wicked voice let her shudder with pleasure. "Let's get rid of these clothes, honey." He pulled off the boxers of her hips, easing it from her legs and cast it away. "You don't wanna take me here, aren't you?" She asked, staring disbelievingly at him.

"Oh yes, honey. Right here on the table." With a smooth motion, he just lifted her onto the table and spread her legs, wedging his body between her thighs while he slipped the shirt over her head, tossing it careless aside. "This will be a very special meal." Before she could protest, he captured her mouth again, his hands shaping her breasts possessively, stroking the hard nipples with his thumbs. "You're crazy, John Sheppard, but I love it." Caitlin gasped, arching into his hands, her body tingling and trembling in antiception. She glanced at him, with the same carnal lust in her eyes as in his. "Yes, I'm crazy. Crazy after you. Come here for a ride, honey." He invited her by catching her around her hips.

Caitlin slid her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, sliding forward until she could feel the head of his shaft pressed tightly against her hot wet sheath, demanding entrance. "You don't have to say that twice," she whispered and settled over him, closing her eyes as she felt him invading her, pushing through soft, tight folds to bury himself deep. "God, this is good." She moaned as she lifted herself to begin a slow sensual ride, head thrown back, utter bliss transparent on her face.

"Hell, yes," he groaned, drinking her in. He'd never get enough of seeing her like that, wrapped up in sex, wrapped around him, that look of ecstacy on her face. "I love you Linnie." His hands dug into her hips as he thrust hard. Waves of pleasure washed over him. "And I love you John." Caitlin opened her eyes, locked her gaze with his and smiled at him. "Even you're a little slow. But I'll forgive you," she whispered teasingly, arms tightening around his neck. "Slow?" He thrust harder, deeper, picking up the rhythm until she was gasping and clutching at him. "I. Don't. Think. So." He gasped out each word.

She laid her head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of him, feeling surrounded by his body, by his love. Every hard stroke of his body drove him deeper into hers. She could feel every sensitive nerve ending rippling with pleasure. He was thick, driving through her tight folds, stimulating nerves she hadn't known existed so that she gasped for air with each penetration. She moaned, panted his name when his fingers gripped her, lifting her to bring her body down over him as his hips thrust upward and his speed increased.

Caitlin moved, tightening her muscles deliberately, using her body as if she were slow dancing seductively on a pole. The more his breath turned ragged, the more she responded by grinding down over him, and milking him with her tight inner muscles. The orgasm rushed over both of them, taking them by surprise with its intensity. They clung to one another, trying to slow their hearts and recover their ability to breathe. Instead of allowing her legs to fall naturally to the floor, he eased her back onto the table, kissing her over and over.

She lost herself in his passion, her body still sizzling with pleasure, rippling around his with strong aftershocks. "Hell, this was good. I love you Linnie." He mumbled and nuzzled her neck, lingering his face there for a long moment, simply inhaling her scent. "Mhm, and I love how you smell after we'd make love." Caitlin nibbled at his shoulder. "You mean when you'd spread your scent all over me to brand me as your property. You're so possessive, John Sheppard."

John raised his head and looked into her smiling face. "Yes I am. You're completely mine, every single hair of you." He smirked, fisted his hand into the mass of her long hair and drew her closer. "And I'm also very jealous. Just remember who you belong to, Linnie. I wouldn't want to have to shoot anyone - or strangle your sweet lovely neck." He whispered and bit down her lower lip, tugging her for a moment before he kissed her softly. "Tell me, why am I the one to be strangled? I'm just curious." She reached out and trailed the lines of his face. "It's a much more personal death." He brushed another kiss on her lips.

"Oh, I see. Good to know because I'm incredible jealous too and if you ever get to familiar with another woman, I'll also strangle you and I don't start with your tempting neck, honey." A broad smile rushed over her face as her fingers slid slowly down his belly and disappear between his legs to squeeze him softly. John flinched and smiled at her. "Now we cleared that up sweetie, how about breakfast?" He asked, reaching for a roll of paper towels. "You know, next time we take our meal here, I'll see this table in a whole new light." She smirked, with a side glance at the table top.

John laughed heartly, lifted her up and swirled her around. "Hey, I'll enjoy my meals a good deal more after today, honey. God, now I'm really hungry. Come on, let's see what Mary brought us." He set her down and flung himself on the bed, inspecting the tablet. Caitlin kneeled behind him and peered over his shoulder. "I definitly need coffein, oh and donuts with chocolate, delicious." She leant over to grab both.

When she moved, John looked up. Her hair slid in a caress over her skin, hiding her soft full breasts from him one moment. The next – he'd catch a glimpse of the lush curve and tight bud of a nipple. She was inches away from his mouth – tempting candy – so sweet, he couldn't resist and, with a subtile move, he closed his mouth over her nipple, his tongue made a slow swirl over it.

Caitlin flinched, glaring at him. "Can you behave just for one second, John Sheppard? I need to refill my energy here, so watch your hands." John was laughing at her. "Hey, I hadn't done anything with my hands, sweetie." She smirked slightly. "And your lips and everything else, okay?" Still laughing, he clasped his hand around her neck to tug her closer and looked at her, capturing her with his mesmerizing eyes.

"I can't do that, honey because I'm helplessly lost in you." His lips sweep softly over hers, back and forth, barely touching them while one hand slid down her back, caressing her round cheeks, the other stroke gentle over her breast. He felt the tremors running through her with every soft touch of him. "I need to touch you the moment I see don't know how hard it is for me to restrain myself for not touching you in public. Sometimes the need to feel you is so strong that I just want to drag you in the next cabin or corner, like a caveman and take you right away."

He let his tongue slide along the seam of her lips, his teeth scrap gentle on her lower lip. "You are pure flame, sweetheart. I touch you and I ignite. I kiss you and I burn even more. You consume me… like no other woman before you, and, I know for certain, no other ever could again." Caitlin couldn't take her gaze from his face, was drowning in the depths of his amazing hazel green eyes. She could get lost in them forever.

His tender, low voice crawled under her skin right into her heart and she swallowed the sudden lump in her throat, her hands ran lovingly through his wild hair. "You do know that you make me cry by telling me something beautiful like this." She whispered, with bleary eyes. "God, I love you John, I love you so much. Specially when you tell me such wonderful things." She kissed him, a long, slow kiss that left him breathless.

"Oh, and the caveman-thing sounds very tempting to me. We should try that once." Caitlin smirked, ruffled his hair and sat back on her knees, grabbing a donut from the tray. John looked at her, his gaze went searchingly over her face and a slow smile curled his lips. "You little devil, you're serious, right? You really would love that, would you?" She smiled at him, her sultry come-on smile. "Why don't you try me?" She leaned forward, her breath warmed his ear. "There is only one way to find it out, right?" Her voice was a soft whisper.

"You're such a bad girl, Linnie. I warn you, maybe I'll do that some day." Just the thought of it aroused him and his green eyes gleam lustfully. His hand came down on her buttocks, but it didn't have the desired effect. Caitlin just wiggled and gave him a sassy grin. "Hey, this wasn't my idea, remember? And I'm more for the cabin, you know, not so much for the corner, where everybody could see your nice crunchy butt….or more." She glanced at him, her eyes dancing.

John laughed, the sound deep and real, filled with amusement and making her heart soar. She loved to see him so blithe and rompy. "What's so funny about that?" She poked her finger in his belly, joining his laughter. "I just imagined what would be when Mary trapped us then. Oh my, that would be…." Caitlin giggled by spinning that thought out. "That would be not only very embarrassing, but also very funny. 'Hey John, nice butt, looks exactly like I thought it would. Hi Linnie, have fun girl.' Or something like that." Their laughter rang through the room.

"Oh, much worse if Rodney would trap us. No, I refuse to imagine that." He gasped for air, wiping a tear away. "Oh God, not Rodney." Caitlin wrinkled her nose. "Or that woman from the kitchen, what's her name? Tessa I believe." She said and licked meditativly the chocolate off her fingers. "Poor girl. Her face already went red like a tomato just by one of your friendly smiles. Exactly like one of our nurses. One look of you and she can't even check your blood pressure without almost fainting. No, corner is a bad idea, John." She pointed out, licked a last time over her thumb and pouted her lips.

John looked at her and smiled softly, feeling lazy and aroused, a slow burn moving through his body, as if he had all the time of the world to enjoy her. Caitlin studied his face. "Hallo, you're day–dreaming or what?" She nudged him softly. "Sort of. You wanna know what image rushed through my mind?" His green eyes glittered at her and his grin widened enough to let her breath hitch in her lungs. Damned, he still could throw her off balance with just one look or smile like he did the first day they'd met. Her heart jumped.

"No, but you can show me later." Her fingers trace the lines of his tempting mouth. He drew her fingertips into his mouth and then kissed them, before letting her go. A small grin flashed over his face. "Oh I will, believe me and you'll love it." His deep low voice, full of promises, sent a flood of damp heat between her legs, and Caitlin shivered slightly. Her gaze shifted away and she tried to keep her voice steady. "We'll see. Hey, did you even heard a word of what I've said?"

John watched her, with a knowing smile. "Sure, every word that came out of your sweet, hot mouth which by the way, played a big part in my image." His white teeth flashed again, and this time he looked like a wolf. "It was a very erotic one. You still don't wanna know, or much better try it?" His hands krept upwards her thighs, in a slow caress. "Stop it John Sheppard, you aren't gonna seduce me again." She laughed happily and captured his hands. You're impossible, you know that? I do need a little fuel and then you can do whatever you want with me, my wonderful, sexy, irresistible man."

Caitlin released his hands to grab another donut. "Don't restrain yourself, honey. Just dig in!" John prompted and snatched also a donut. "Because you'll need a lot of energy to serve your wonderful, sexy, irresistible man the way he deserves it." With a cocky smile, he stuffed the rest of the donut in his mouth. "You are such…"Caitlin coughed, almost choking on her donut and took fast a sip coffee. Her face screwed up immediately. "Uurgh, cold coffee."

John grinned at her. "That's the punishment for the mean words you'd on the tip of your tongue honey. Besides that, you can't have both. A hot man and a hot coffee. You've to make sacrificies, sweetie. And I'm hot, you just told me that, right?" His grin widened and his hands came up again to cup her breasts. Caitlin stopped him with a slight slap. "Don't be so smug, John Sheppard, and watch your hands. I would rather hear more about your crappy mission yesterday."

With a deep sigh, he gave in for the moment, piled up some cushions to lean comfortable against them and sipped on his coffee. Caitlin started to giggle by watching him because his face screwed up just as hers before. John frowned. "This isn't coffee, this is cold dish water." He grumbled and put the mug disgusted away. "Well the mission, you better call it a mudslinging, sweetheart. And for what? For nothing. Be a good girl and gimme a sandwich please, will you honey? And a glass orange juice." He reached out his hand.

"Oh don't move to much, you gorgeous man. What am I? Your waitress?" She muttered and laughed softly when he gave her his puppy-dog look. "That's mean, you know exactly I can't resist when you look at me like that." Handing him both she brushed a kiss on his mouth, put the tray off the bed for more space and stretched out next to him, making herself comfortable, head resting on his belly.

The long mass of her hair covered his body and trickled pleasingly over his skin by every move of her. "Mhmm, that's cozy. I could lay the whole day here." Caitlin snuggled closer, her hands stroke softly over his chest, fingers tangling in his chest hair, and purred like a content kitten. The sound vibrated through his skin, creating soft tremors and a sense of pleasure flooded through his body.

John looked down at her and a feel of complete satisfaction swept through him. "Me too. I love you Linnie." He tugged a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brush tender over her face down her throat and ran in a slow pace along her body, in lazy caressing circles. Caitlin shivered. "I know, I love you too John. Don't stop, this feels real good." She closed her eyes, enjoying his fondlings. "What do you mean when you said for nothing?" She asked, brushing slight kisses on his belly and another soft tremor ran through him, let his body tingle pleasantly.

"It means what I'd said, for nothing. Well, not completely. You know, we'd visit Kera and his people and actually, we wanted to spend the night there, but McKay had worked very fast and suggested that we could check these new adress, he'd grabbed out of the archive. Just a short look he said and I thought why not." Caitlin shook her head. "You'd known better, honey. You do know McKays 'short look'." John heaved a deep sigh. "Yes, you're right. But you know Rodney, sometimes he can be very, very annoying and nobody was waiting for me here. That's what I'd at least thought. It was really a nice surprise to find you here."

A slow burn spread through him by recalling last night and he made a new foray to cup her breasts. This time she didn't stop him and his fingers brush over her soft creamy flesh, tugging playfully her nipples. He felt her shivering and a satisfied smile flashed over his face. "John, the mission, new planet." Caitlin reminded him softly and closed her eyes, visibly enjoying his tender touches.

He heaved a sigh. "Right, when the jumper left the gate I thought there is nothing. Just sand, a huge desert, but after a while we discovered something green on the ground, so we landed to take a look around. It was a huge oasis, very beautiful, you'll like it. And the people who live there are very hospitably. We met their leader, sort of sheikh or something and had a good talk. They told us that there excist more oases on the planet, widely scattered. " Caitlin looked up to him. "You know, they remind me at the folk of Tuareg on earth somehow. So not much technology there, right? Did they also have camels or horses?"

John nodded. "No, not a bit technology and yes, they have a sort of camels, a bit different than ours. And you're right, you can compare them with the Tuareg. They have something of their life-style." He cuddled deeper into the cushions while his hands ran through her silken hair, twisting the long strands around his fingers. " They trade with halite, gems and several herbs and fruits, don't know if we can use it. They surely were interested in our medical support, even they refused to let Carson examine their women because he is a man."

John chuckled by the memory of that sitiuation. "They're a bit touchy with their women, but okay. Next time we'll bring them a female doctor. I know a very good one." He smiled tenderly at her and took her hand, nibbling her finger pads. Caitlin returned his smile. "Thank you. But where comes the mud in your story?" John linked his fingers with hers, resting their hands on his chest. "Right, the mud. One of the people mentioned something about old caves with signs in it. You know Rodney and of course he insisted to see them."

He rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. "Just a short walk, no more than fifteen minutes, they told us. So we left the jumper behind and, with a boy named Rashid as leader, went off. But after ten minutes walking a strong wind came up from nowhere, the sky went black at once and it started to rain. Hah! You couldn't call that rain anymore." He made a sound of distress.

"You better call it a deluge. After a minute we were soaked to the skin, the sand turned into slick mud and the wind was a huge storm. Rashid told us that this was normal for this season and won't last long. He could mentioned that earlier." John grumbled. "There was no shelter, so we just squat on the ground and waited. And really, after ten minutes everything was over, but we all looked like mud-monsters." He shrugged by the memory.

"And that was the point where I was fed up with the whole shebang for the day and decided to fly home. Of course McKay was muttering and moaning, you know him." John heaved another sigh, a deep-drawn this time. "But as dirty and wet as we were, nobody of the others wanted to stay any longer, so we returned. And believe me, I really had the mud everywhere, even in my boxers." He grimaced and Caitlin laughed about his funny face. "This wasn't very funny, you know?" He scowled at her, but Caitlin wasn't impressed at all and laughed even more.

"Oh I'm so sorry, my poor baby." She said teasingly, with a straight face and turned until she lay sprawled out on him, trying hardly to supress her laughter. "I bet you were a very cute, sweet mud-monster, honey." John looked at her, saw the corners of her mouth twitching, her eyes already laughing at him, and narrowed his eyes. "You little minx, you make fun of me, am I right?" He whispered, wrapped his arms around her and rolled her on her back.

She smiled broadly at him as she tried to squirm out under him. "No, I would never dare to make fun of you, honey. Never ever." She emphasized, amusement tinging her voice. "Oh yes you are, sweetheart. I think I've to punish you for your irrivent behaviour against your future Lord and Master." He growled softly, used his body weight to pin her down and caught her hands, stretching them above her head. "My what?" Caitlin screamed, laughingly while she tried to struggle free. "That's the best joke I've heard today." She announced, unable to stop the laughter. "You little devil, I'll show you who is the boss here." John pressed his body tighter against her, enjoying the feel of her smooth body, squirming under him.

"No you don't. You'll let go off me." A cheeky smile rushed over her face."Why should I do that?" He whispered, tugging at her earlob, his tongue made a foray along the shape of her ear and a satisfied smile flashed over his face when he felt her shivering. "Because in that case…," she bit him gently in his neck. "My future Lord and Master will never know what I've brought along for him, besides his golf-magazines, whisky and who knows what else was on your list." A small grin spread over his face, let him appear almost boyish, his eyes sparkling expecantly at her. "You got something for me? That's great. What is it? Let me see." He jumped up and dashed through the room towards the couch.

"Hey, wait for me. No, not that suit case." Caitlin called out and jumped after him, but it was too late, he already had opened it. "Hey what's that? It looks hot." John smirked, underlining his excitement with a whistle as he regarded the blood-red sheer chiffon-skirt with the broad belly dance belt, he held in his hands. "Tell me, is that all you'll wear?" His smile widened. With a slight frown on her face, she snatched the skirt and stuffed it back into the suit case. "You'll see it, later. This case is tabu for you, understand? In that case is your stuff." She pointed to another bag, standing in the middle of the couch.

John opened the closures of the case and a huge grin appeared on his face. He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes sparkling joyfully. "That's fantastic, sweetheart." Caitlin chuckled softly. "I knew, you'll love it. When I saw this in the shop, I thought it's perfect. It will deliver you a little advantage against Rodney since he'd beaten you several times at the car-racing." She smirked. "It is perfect. No doubt I'll beat him. I'll kick his ass this time." He chuckled, already unwrapping the first package.

Caitlin sat down on the couch and a sense of pleasure rushed through her by watching him. "I love you John." A tender smile rushed over her face as she reached out her hand to ruffle his hair. John beamed a bright smile at her and kissed her boisterously. "No, I love you sweetie. That's so great. Thanks so much. God I'll have fun. Where is my headphone?" He grabbed it from the table, placed himself next to her and called McKay. "Rodney? I got a surprise for you. No, not that mud-planet again, forget it. Not today."

John stroke over the two radio-controlled helicopters in front of him, turning the rotor blades to and fro."Stop moaning and listen to me. You'll never guess what I have here." He leant back, grinning from ear to ear and turned to Caitlin, wrapping one arm around her shoulder to pull her closer. With a soft laugh, she snuggled against him, sliding her legs over his and nibbled his neck.

"Rodney, forget the car-races. I got two big remote-controlled chopper here. Hah! You'll lose this time. I know I'll beat you, you'll see. When? Meet me at our usual place, let's say in ….." John paused and threw a longing gaze at Caitlin, his hand stroke gently upwards her thigh. "Let's say in an hour. And don't forget the tissues because this time you'll whine, believe me. See you later."

He tossed the radio on the table and wrapped his arms tight around her. "Now, where were we before your surprise? Right, the punishment. You know what that means, sweetie?" He bounced of the couch, with her in his arms and carried her to the bed, dropping her there. "No, I don't know what that means. Why don't you just show me? Remember, you only have an hour." Caitlin purred, lolling lazily on the bed.

Her gaze met his and she saw the raw hunger blazing in his eyes. He moved predetor-like closer, blanketing her small body with his. "Don't worry honey, one hour is more than enough, you'll see." John roughened and his mouth clung to hers, catching the soft moan that escaped her while his hands were already busy to explore every inch of her hot body. Caitlin just gave herself up to him, amazed how thoroughly he used those hour.

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The jumper left the gate. Caitlin bent forward, just enough to flick a short gaze through the window. "Nothing changed since last time, there is still too much sand outside." She leant back again, closing her eyes. "I hope Rodney finished his research and we can return as quickly as possible. I'm so tired." She grumbled slightly.

It was the third time they visited the desert-planet. Caitlin was really excited about the oasis, it was a wonderful place, but the rest of the envirement, she found just depressing. This time they only had to deliver some medical stuff and pick up Rodney again, who'd stayed here over night with two other scientists to examine the old caves. Means she probertly had to bear his moaning and whining the entire way back about….well everything, she assumed. Rodney always had something to complain. That prospect depressed her even more and a deep sigh left her throat.

John shot a side glance at her and smirked. "What is it? Did I wore you out last night, sweetie? I'm sorry, if I did." He emphasized. Caitlin opened one eye to leer at him, noting his smugly smile. Stretching her arms over her head, she straightened her body and stood up to sneak behind him, curling her arms around his neck. "I love it when you wear me out, honey. I enjoyed every moment. And reminding of what you all did last night, brings me back to life again, you know that?" She whispered, her tongue licked shortly over his sensitive spot behind his ear before she nibbled her way along his jawline to capture his lips for a long, hot kiss.

John reveled in the sweet taste of her hot mouth, felt the soft pressure of her breasts against his body as she leant into him, and groaned softly. But when her hands slid down to his lap to stroke gently over the growing bulge in his pants, he flinched and the jumper made a sudden swerve to the left. "Damned Linnie, stop it. I'm trying to fly here, you little devil." He objected, with an amused smile. Caitlin laughed softly and the sound of it went through him, let his body tingle.

"Too bad, you aren't that multi-tasking, John." She brushed a last kiss on his lips and placed herself next to him. Her fingers stroke over the nape of his neck to tease a delicate spot there until his skin burned under her touch. John felt a rush of desire flowing through his body and his temperature spiked up with every gentle touch of her.

"Imagine, me on your lap while we're flying. This would be a real hot number, don't you think?" Caitlin gave him a lewdy smile and threw a hot gaze at him as she flung herself on him from aside, her head rest against his chest. "Or just my mouth in your lap, you can chose, honey." Her voice was just that husky whisper he found sexy as hell and went right to his groin.

John looked down at her, his pants already too tight, and moved slightly to adjust himself. "I love your image honey, I really do and I'll take both, if you don't mind." A cocky smile appeared on his face. "But we can't do this because I know for certain, we would crash down and I really don't know how I should explain an accident like that to Elizabeth." He chuckled softly. "Besides that, you're turning into a bad girl, Linnie. Someone really has a bad influence on you. Do I know this person?"

Caitlin grinned at him, framed his face with both hands and kissed him. "Oh yes, it's a very ambigious, sexy and attractive man. Infact I'll marry him in three weeks." She ruffled his hair and sat up, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I've to admit that I'll get a bit nervous by now. What about you?" She peeked at him. "Damned, you can bet I'm nervous, honey. You do know that I hate so much attention. And there will be a lot of people." His face screwed up by the thought of it. "I'm still for the plan of just hit the road to marry you quietly." He grumbled. A soft smile flitted over her face as she watched him. "You know, we can't do that. Plus, it was your idea. You'd chosen this date."

John shot a sharp glance at her. "No, actually it was General O'Neills idea, if you remember right. After we'd cleaned up the city of the replicators and he allowed us to return, Elizabeth had nothing better to do than to spread the fabulous news right under his nose that we could marry in Atlantis after all. He'd found that very interesting and it was his suggestion to combine that event with the upcoming 'Friendshipday', so we can enjoy the honor of a real General, contracting our marriage. Tell me, how could I say no?" He muttered. "And believe me, this man really had looked like the cat who just ate the canary. I swear it."

Caitlin laughed heartly about the grimace he made. "Oh, you'll survive it, John. I'm sure it will be a wonderful day." He made a sound of distress. "Sure, I just want to know what Rodney, Carson and all the others are planning. They stick together all the time, but when I come closer, they're completely quiet at once. Not to mention the bachelor party." Caitlin bent forward and kissed him on the cheek. "You'll like it, I'm certain of it." John looked suspiously at her. "What do you know about that?" Caitlin made a straight face, avoiding his gaze. "Nothing, it was just a suggestion of me."

John watched her and his eyebrow shot up. "Why I don't believe you, Linnie?" He asked, pondering what this could mean. In that moment Caitlin discovered something on the ground. "Look, what's that? Looks like a tent or something for me." She pointed at a small spot to her left. His gaze followed her pointing finger. "Yes, it looks like a camp or so. Let's take a closer look." He steered the jumper in that direction and when they came closer they recognized a small tent, two veiled men and a few camels, with bounded forelegs."You think we should land and ask if they need help? I mean it's in the middle of nowhere here." Caitlin asked.

At that very moment a woman came out of the tent. She looked up to the sky and waved with both hands. "Well, that looks to me that they can use help." He answered and landed the jumper in a safe distance to the tent. Caitlin jumped of the seat immediately, rushing for the door, but John stopped her. "No, you wait here, Linnie. I'll go alone to take a look first." He commanded, short and crisp, and shoved her without further ado aside, already grasping for his gun. Caitlin felt her blood pressure rising up by his harsh attitude, her body straightened and her chin came up.

"Why? I mean they obviously need help, right?" She objected, stroppily and moved again to pass him. When John grasped her arm and jerked her back, she cursed and tried to struggle out of his tight grip. "I don't argue with you here, Linnie. You'll do what I say, you hear me?" A stubborn look appeared on her face while she glared up to him. "Oh, don't play the boss here right now." She hissed, with a fiercely gaze. His eyes narrow dangerously as he stared down at her, his face keen. "First, I'm the boss here and second, we're alone and I don't know what's going on there or what or who else is in this tent. So you'll stay here until I come back to get you. End of discussion, okay?"

He ordered and the steady, firm sound of his voice told her that he tolerated no dissent this time. She took a deep breath to chasen her temper. If she was honest to herself, she'd to admit that he was absolutely right. Caitlin looked contritely up to him and nodded. "I'm sorry, of course you're right. I haven't think about a trap or danger. I'll wait here for you. But be careful, okay?" She stroke softly over his cheek and a faint smile appeared on her face. John bent his head to brush a slight kiss on her lips. "Don't worry sweetheart, I will. Just close the door right after me, okay?" He becalmed her, opened the door and left the jumper.

Caitlin heaved a sigh and shook her head about her stupid unmature behaviour. But she couldn't help it, the moment he started to get bossy and commanding against her, her temper just piled up in no time, took control over her and she reacted with stubborness and resistance. Another deep sigh left her throat and she sat down, gaze on the door, and waited for his return.

It didn't last long and she heard loud noise and different, excited voices from outside. Quickly, she stood up and turned towards a box to pull out a gun and munition. When John opened the door, he was staring right into the barrel of her gun and shrugged. "Wow, you better be careful with that, honey. Don't shoot me, we aren't even married yet." A small grin spread over his face while he reached out his hand to shove gently the gun aside, away from his face.

Caitlin took a deep breath and dropped the gun. "Sorry, but I'd heard the noise and thought …oh, never mind. Why are they so excited?" She cast a glance past him, discovering two men and a very young woman standing outside, expactantly. "Well, this are Tarek, Bekim and Aisha. Zarife, Tareks wife is in the tent. She is the one who needs help." John moved closer, took the weapon out of her hand and laid it back into the box. "Or better said your help, Linnie. You better see for yourself." He answered, shot a serious glance at her and went ouside. Without further questions, Caitlin followed him.

The moment, she left the jumper, the girl clasped her hand and dragged her towards the tent. "Your man said that you're a doctor. You must help her. I don't know what to do." Aishas voice sounded so desperate that Caitlin quickened her steps and together, they almost ran to the tent. Ducking her head, she slid inside and discovered a young, heavily pregnant woman, laying moaning and screaming on the ground sheet. Caitlin stared down at her and, with a blink of an eye, she summed up the desperate situation.

This poor woman wasn't only totally exhausted and in labour, obviously something went very wrong here. "Please, you must help her, please." Aisha, standing next to her, was all in tears by now and threw a begging glance at Caitlin. "Shush, it's okay. I'll see what I can do. Just calm down and tell me what happened." She soothed the young girl, with a soft and becalming tone in her voice as she kneeled down beside the young woman.

"We were on our way back home when suddenly the labor started, in the middle of the night. Something has to be wrong, because the last hours she is in terrible pain, but the baby won't come. And I just don't know what I should do to help her. I'm only thirteen and the men, you can forget them. They don't even set one foot in here." Once Aisha had started, the words just spout of her mouth.

While Caitlin had listened to the woman, she bent over the young woman and stroke softly over her hair. "Hello Zarife. My name is Caitlin. I'll want to help you and the baby. Is that okay for you?" She asked, keeping her voice even a tone softer as her hands slid gentle and tentative over the hard bulge of Zarife, trying to figure out the babies position. Over Zarifes face rushed a ghost of a smile and she nodded, visibly relieved. "Good, don't worry Zarife, we'll manage that." She soothed the young frightened woman, stroke again over her hair and turned towards Aisha.

"Listen Aisha, I'll need hot water and a few clean, sober blankets. Can you get that for me, please?" Aisha bent her head several times and left the tent to get the required things. "I'll be right back, Zarife. I'll just have to get some things I need and be back in a minute or two. So don't be scared, we'll make it, okay?" She whispered and gave Zarife an encouraged smile. The young woman nodded again. "Thank you." Caitlin stood slowly up. "You don't have to thank me love, not yet. We'll have a lot of work before that. Just try to relax, I'll be right back." She turned and left the tent, rushing towards the jumper.

John saw her coming out and went after her. "How does it look, Linnie? Not so good, am I right?" He asked, throwing a concerned look at her. "Hell no. I don't get it. Aisha is just thirteen and if I'd to guess, Zarife is only a few years older. I don't get it how they can make a trip like that in her condition at all." She answered him, enraged. John laid his hand soothing on her back to becalm her. "Just calm down, honey. They live and think different. Take a deep breath and just help them."

Caitlin threw a thankful glance at him and did what he said. "You're right. But this won't be easy, you know. I'd examine her shortly and if my suspision is right, the baby comes back to front. And that isn't good at all, that's really tricky." Caitlin swirled through the jumper, grabbing swiftly everything she needed. John frowned. "Means? Come on Linnie, give me a minute, will you?" John grabbed her arm and turned her around.

She took a deep breath and looked seriously at him. "That means, it will definitly take longer than usual. I bet she's still too tight,… I might have to stretch her more, normally the head do this work, …" She mumbled while she braided her long hair, pinning it up to a tight knot. "Oh my, I hope it goes that way without complications…" Caitlin drew in her breath and let it out in a rush.

"And if not? I mean this sounds already scary enough for me..and a bit brutal." John glared at her and she could see a slight touch of fear in the depths of his eyes. A faint smile rushed over her face. "A labour isn't brutal at all, it's actually a great and sensual experience for a woman, considering everything goes the normal way." For a second, he saw sadness creeping into her eyes as her gaze shifted away. He didn't say a word, just stroke softly over her hair and brushed a tender kiss on her temple.

"Thanks, but I'm okay." She whispered, gave him a faint smile and bent down to grab the bag she needed. "Give that to me," he said, taking the bag out of her hand. "And what's the worst scenario?" He dared to ask as they left the jumper. She swallowed hard before she answered him. "If there went something wrong, I've to make a caesarian section. But I don't want to think of that, because under these circumstances…I'm not sure…and I would need your help then." John stopped abruptly, staring at her in disbelief.

"Oh shit, you aren't serious, are you Linnie? I mean…hell, I hope everything goes normal." He gasped out as he went a bit pale around the nose and shoved his hand through his hair. They'd reach the tent and the noise coming from inside let his facial color turn even a touch paler. Caitlin took the bag out of his hand."I really hope you're right. So make yourself comfortable, this will take a while." She gave him a tender smile and laid one hand against his chest for a soft stroke, knowing that she couldn't kiss him in front of the two men, who stood just a few steps away of them.

John captured her hand, squeezing her gently. "You know, if you need me, I'm right here for you, Linnie. Just call me." He whispered softly and, to her surprise, craddled her face in his hand and brushed a soft kiss on her lips. "I know, and thanks for your support, just what I needed right now. Wish us luck." She whispered back and leant her cheek shortly against the palm of his hand before she turned around to disappear inside the tent. John turned, flicked a small smile at the two men and walked away, heading for the jumper.

Time went slowly by and after another couple of agonizing, long hours of waiting John really was fed up with just sitting like a bump on a log. He'd chat a bit with Tarek and Bekim, but most of the time he'd stay in the jumper, listening to music or taking a short nap because it was just too darn hot outside the entire afternoon. But now it had become dark and, typical for a desert, darn cold.

John grabbed his jacket, left the jumper and went towards the two men, who sat around a camp fire. "Hi guys. This really last long, doesn't it?" He said, with an uneasy voice and flicked a small smile at the men as he tried hardly to ignore the painful screams and moans, coming out of the tent. Now he knew again, why he'd wore the headphones, the whole time.

"Yes, you can say that." Tarek, the younger one sighed deeply. "But it's almost done. Your wife was here a few minutes ago to tell me that. Come on, sit down and drink a tea with us." He invited John and reached out his hand to offer him a cup of tea. "Thanks Tarek, that's kind of you." John replied, grabbed the cup and sat down besides him. "So tell me, what's your wish, a boy or a girl?" He asked, drinking carefully a sip hot tea. Tarek smiled at him. "Oh, a girl would be nice. I already have five sons."

John almost choked on his tea. "I thought this is her first child? Don't tell me you got more than one woman." The two men were laughing at him and Tarek gave him a clap on his back. "Of course, Zarife is my third wife. How many women do you have?" John chuckled softly by his question and cast an amused glance at him. "Just the one in the tent, that's more than enough for me. Gosh, three is a bit too much, don't you think?" Tarek shook his head, still laughing. "No, the more the merrier." He shrugged his shoulders. "But of course I know that in other cultures it's normal to have just one."

While his gaze switched between the tent and Sheppard, a cheeky smile appeared on his face. "Your wife is very beautiful. I'll assume she isn't on the market, right? I mean, I would pay you a good price. Okay, maybe not so much as I would pay for a virgin, but enough, I can assure you." John coughed, choking on his tea for real this time, and stared at Tarek, unsure if he was joking or not. Tarek saw his flabberghasted face and broke out in loud laughter. "Don't worry, I was joking. I would never ask you to sell me your wife." He shouted, his deep voice sounded through the upcoming night and gave Sheppard another heartly clap on the back.

John couldn't help it, and joined his laughter, shaking his head about himself. How could he even think for a second that this man was serious? Still chuckling, he looked at Bekim, the older one, and noticed that he was nudging Tarek, with a sly smile on his lips. "But you don't have one with green eyes by now. She would enrich your collection." With a wink at Tarek, Bekim watched Sheppard and his eyes glitter with amusement. "You're right, Bekim. Maybe I really should make him an offer, what do you think?" Tarek jumped on the bandwagon right away and a huge grin spread over his face.

John glanced at them, noting that they made fun of him and grinned back. "Nice try Tarek, but your entire fortune won't last out for her, because she is absolutly priceless, believe me." He replied and a soft tone sneaked in his voice by his last words while he cast a short glance towards the tent. "I know, I'm not blind you know?" Tarek smirked at him. "So how many children do you have?" He asked interested. John shook his head. "None. And I don't know if it's wise at all to have kids." For a few moments the two men just stared at him in disbelief. "You can't be serious. Children are the best way for a man to make himself immortal." They both shook their heads about such an unintelligible remark.

The moment, Sheppard opened his mouth for a reply, they heard a baby crying. Tarek bounced up, a bright smile appeared on his face and his eyes gleam and glow with joy and pride. "Tell me, doesn't that sound absolutly great?" He glanced at John while he accepted gladly the congrats of him and Bekim. "Yes, sounds good and very healthy to me." John replied, with a happy smile, thankful that the long waiting had an end and everything went well. All three men were staring expactantly at the tent, but they'd to wait another twenty minutes until the tent opened and Caitlins head appeared. "Hey Tarek, you wanna see your daughter? Just a minute, I'll come out." Her head disappeared back into the tent and a moment later, she came out with a screaming bundle on her arms, walking towards the men.

Tarek beamed a bright smile at her when she laid the squeaking package into his arms. "Thanks a lot, Caitlin. Isn't she wonderful?" Pride sounded out of his voice, gleam in his eyes and he allowed John and Bekim a look at his sweet fresh-born daughter. "She is beautiful, Tarek." John confirmed with a soft smile, his gaze on the little face of the baby.

The smile on Tareks face widened. "Oh yes, as beautiful as her mother. And I see you've already fed her with honey." He turned back to Caitlin and a knowing smile rushed over his face, his finger slid softly over the little mouth of the baby. "You're a wise woman." He let his eyes slide mustering over her, seizing her up from head to toe. "But your concern was superfluous. I would have acknowledge her anyway."

Caitlin returned his smile. "You never know and I just wanna be sure, that's all." She countered. Tarek laughed heartly."That's true!" His gaze slid again over her, slow, inspecting, interested. John shot a warily glance at him and stepped closer, curling his arm possessively around her waist.

Tarek noticed that with an amused smile. "You did a good job here Caitlin, thanks again. I'll go and see my wife, if you have nothing against it." Caitlin shook her head. "Not at all, Tarek. My work is done and she is already waiting for you and that little sweetheart here, of course." Her fingers stroke tender over the small baby-head. Tarek flicked a last smile at her and walked towards the tent.

"Oh God, I'm desperate for a break now." She sighed deeply and rubbed with one hand over her face as her gaze slid down her dirty clothes. "And new clothes too. We don't have other clothes in the jumper, I guess?" She asked, with a questioning look at John. He didn't react first, just looked at her, lost in thoughts.

He hadn't seen a glimpse of her the whole day, since she'd disappeared into that tent. She'd worked in there without the slightest break and he could see it all written in her face - the exhaustion and the massive pressure of the last strenuous hours, the happiness and satisfaction that everything went well. Suddenly aware of the enormous energy and strength she'd to summon up the whole day, he felt a huge surge of emotions rushing through him and pride filled his heart, let it stumble for a moment.

"Hey, where are you with your thoughts?" Caitlins nudge brought him back to reality. A faint smile flitted over his face, his eyes rest lovingly on her. "I was only admiring my wonderful, strong wife." He whispered, with a breathy voice and stroke softly over her hair. "Come on sweetheart, you can have a clean shirt and pants from me. It will be a bit oversized, but I'll bet you look good in them anyway." He smirked and grabbed her hand, dragging her with him. Caitlin leant her head against his shoulder. Now that everything was over, she felt worn out and tired.

They reach the jumper and to his surprise, she shoved him behind the puddle, positioning him at the corner. "What the heck…." He started, but she just cut him off. "God John, I'm bursting. So you just stay there, watch and warn me if anyone comes." She ordered, already working on her zipper. A broad smile appeared on his face as he turned to keep an eye on the environment. When he heard it dabbling behind him, his smile widened and he shot a glance over his shoulder. "Interesting." He chuckled, his eyes sparkling amused.

"John Sheppard, keep your eyes on the main things, will you?" Caitlin frowned at him. "I'll do nothing else, honey." He turned and leant relaxed against the jumper, arms crossed over his chest. "I didn't know that you are a peeper, Colonel Sheppard. You surprise me." She smiled saucily at him. With a short ass-wiggle she stood up, worked slip and pants up and pinched him gently in his male privates when she passed him. "Hey, be careful you little minx." John laughed heartly and flinched. "Don't worry, I'm not that stupid and spoil my own enjoyment." She called and breathed a kiss at him before she vanished into the jumper.

"Good to know." He chuckled as he followed her. "By the way, what were you and Tarek talking about?" He asked and shot a curious glance at her. "It's an old ancient practises. I'll explain it to you in exchange for some food, a hot tea and fresh clothes." She answered, already slipping out of her dirty clothes, tossing them on the floor. "Anything you want, honey." John closed the door and opened a box to pull out a black shirt and pants.

"Well, a long shower would be heaven right now, but I guess I've to give up that tempting thought for the moment." Caitlin muttered, opened the topknot to release her long hair from the tight bonding. "Much better." She uttered a sigh and shook her head, her fingers combing through her hair. "Sorry honey, no shower. But I can offer you these fabulous clean, fresh clothes in the old classic military-style." He announced and turned around, holding up shirt and pants in each hand. "I love classic military-style. At least, I love it when you wear it." She smirked, her eyes sparkling at him.

"Thank you, sweetheart." His gaze slid over her as she moved closer and a tender smile rushed over his face. After all this long streaning hours in that cruelly hot tent she still looked darn beautiful with her long hair, infolding her delicate, almost naked body like a silken gown and his heart skipped by her sight. The moment, she was in his reach, he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her closer. "Come here, you beautiful woman of mine," he whispered and kissed her without warning. Gentle. Slow. Tender.

Caitlin leant into him, was just melting away under his tender kiss and his soft, caressing touch and felt how the tension of the last hours fell off of her. When he released her, she looked a little bemused at him. "That was just wonderful. Thank you." She whispered and huddled against him, savoring the closeness to him, she'd missed the last ten hours. "Hey, you deserved it. I've witness how difficult it was and you did a hell of a job in that hot tent. I'm very proud of you, Linnie." He brushed a kiss on the top of her head and just held her tight in his arms for a few moments. "Come on, it's to cold for you, get dressed and I look for some food and a hot tea."

John forced his body back and Caitlin heaved a deep sigh as she pulled out of his arms. "Oh yes, food and tea sounds good to me. I'm really hungry." She grabbed shirt and pants, slipped into it and laughed heartly because the moment, she took her hands of her hips, the pants slid slowly but surely downwards. "Okay, I definitly need a belt to keep this pants in his right place." John laughed too. "Here sweetie, try this." He gave her a short rope that she used as belt.

"It looks perfect to me, honey. You just sit down, I get you something to eat and drink." He smirked at her and left the jumper. Caitlin just slumped on the next seat, leant her head against the wall and closed her eyes, glad that she just could sit down and do nothing. God, the last hours were really streneous and there were some critical moments between, she'd really thought they will lose the battle.

"Hey sweetie, are you sleeping already?" Hearing his soft, deep voice, a faint smile rushed over her face and she opened her eyes. "No, just resting a bit. You do know we've to stay the night here, just in case? Oh God, what is with Rodney and the others? I totally forgot them." She glanced at him, her eyes wide open. "Don't worry, I already contacted him and told him, we'll pick them up in the early morning." John becalmed her and handed her a cup of tea and some bread before he placed himself next to her.

Caitlin started to eat and drink. "Mhmm, that's good. What did he say? I bet he wasn't very amused." He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I just cut the connection before he started to whine." A big grin spread over his face. "Oh boy, I'll bet he was really pissed off then. The poor men who join him. They'll have a real hard time now." She chuckled and finished her meal. "But we can't hear them, right?" His grin broadened. "Okay, now you tell me about this old ancient usage, you and Tarek were talking about." John requested, with a curious look and laid one arm around her shoulder.

Caitlin swung her legs over his and snuggled closer against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's a real old usage, goes far back till to the Teutons. According the old custom a man could acknowledge or deny his fatherhood. If he'd deny it, it was his right to kill the child. But, and here comes the exception…if the baby was already fed, his right of killing was forfeited and he couldn't do anything else but to acknowledge the child. So, the midwifes knew that of course and the very first thing was to fed the child with a bit honey before they presented it the father. Now you know why I did it." Caitlin turned her face to look up to him and saw the frown on his face.

"This is just an awful, disgusting and very cruel custom. How could anybody do that? And how do you know they do that here?" John glared at her in disbelief, shaking his head about such brutal cruelness. "Yes, it's a really barbarian custom, from a time where the men were in power, in absolute charge. I know that some of the primitive people on earth still practicing it, I mean the part with the honey, not the killing; and when I saw it's a girl, well I didn't know if he was so glad about it. Mostly in this cultures the boys are welcome, but the girls are just a necessary evil. So I thought it couldn't harm if I just do it."

A sly smile appeared on her face, her eyes sparkle amused. John laughed and kissed her as he drew her closer against him. "God, you're really a wise woman, sweetheart. He would never have enough fortune to pay the price for you, never ever." Caitlin raised her head and looked astonished at him. "What?" John chuckled softly. "He'd ask if you were on the market. He would pay a good price, even you weren't a virgin anymore."

He grinned about her frowning face. "Hey it was a joke of him, honey. Don't worry and of course I told him you were unsaleable." She shook her head and made a face. "Thanks a lot. I can't believe it. Joke, he? You're sure about it?" The grin on his face started to fade. "No, to be honest, the way he looked at me – and specially the way he looked at you - I'd my doubts. That's why I'll keep a very good eye on you, honey because you're completely mine."

Caitlin beamed a bright smile at him. "I love to be your property, you know that?" She ruffled his hair. "God I'm tired," she yawned, her head sank back against his shoulder. "I love you Linnie. You need sleep, honey. You know what? I grab some blankets and we just lay down on the floor. If there is anything, they just can knock against the door. What do you think?" He kissed her softly. "Sounds absolutely tempting to me." She answered and released him.

John stood up, closed the door and grabbed a few blankets and a small cushion out of a box to spread them out on the floor of the jumper. Caitlin just slid from the seat right down on the floor, crawled over to him and snuggled close against him, curling her body around his. "God, this is the best bed I ever had." She sighed with pleasure, burying her face into his neck. "I love you, John, but not now and not tonight. I'm just too tired. Good night, honey." She mumbled, with a drowsy voice, already half asleep.

A tender smile rushed over his face while he grasped another blanket to tuck them in. "I love you too. Sleep well, sweetie." He whispered softly and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him. Caitlin didn't answer, was already sleeping and John listened to her steady breath until he also fell into a light sleep.

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Caitlin woke slowly up. Her arms slid searchingly over the bed cover and the emptiness around her told her that John was already up. Right, somehow she could remember weakly that he'd left the appartment somewhere in the late morning hours. She stretched herself luxuriously, with half-closed eyes, enjoyed the comfortness of laying lazily in their cozy bed and a faint smile appeared on her face by recalling the last past hours.

The night on the desert-planet was very restless. Aisha had woken her several times, scared that something was wrong with Zarife or the baby. So she'd walked half asleep over to the tent, just to notice that everything was fine and she was in a real grumpy mood, every time she'd returned to the jumper. Caitlin smiled tenderly by the memory because John had patiently indulged her nasty mood and she'd found it very sweet of him that he was so attentive to her the whole night.

In the very early morning, they'd flown the women with the baby to the oasis and had thankfully declined their invitiation to stay because of McKay and his men. A short giggle escaped her by reminding that scene. She was still in a nasty mood because of the lack of sleep and when Rodney stepped in the jumper - moaning, whining and snarling - her patience just gave out. "I'd a real crappy day and the night wasn't a wit better Rodney. So just shut up! And if I hear the tiniest sound of you, I swear by God, I'll get a gun and just shoot you, understand me?" She'd growled at him.

Rodney had opened his mouth just to close it again and had stared enraged at Sheppard, who'd just shrugged his shoulders. "You heard her and believe me, she is serious. So if I were you, I would be quiet. It's better for your health." John mentioned, with the boldest smile on his face she'd ever seen. Rodneys face had screwed up and he just slumped grumpy on the next seat. "You know, you were really a nice woman before you met him." He'd snapped at her, with a fiercely look. But surprisingly, he was really quiet the whole flight back to Atlantis.

She'd a bit of a bad concious about beeing so rude to him, but John had becalmed her. "He can bear it, don't worry, sweetheart." He'd mentioned when they'd enter their appartment. She remembered the wonderful feeling she'd when she enjoyed the luxury of a hot shower. That was just fantastic and Johns treatment afterwards was even better. A tender smile curled around her lips and a pleasant shower ran through her body by reminding how gentle and tender he'd loved her.

Caitlin stretched her body a last time and sat up, her gaze swept over the alarm clock and a saucy smile appeared on her face. This was the perfect day to deliver on the promise she'd given him. It was 2.00 PM and if she remembered right, John wouldn't return before the early evening. Means, a lot of time to preperate the appertment - and herself. 'Okay Linnie, so get your lazy ass out of the bed and do it.' She thought and stood up, swirling her hips in a perfect circle while she headed for the bathroom.

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John entered the appartment. "Linnie, I'm back." He called and stopped abruptly. "What on earth is going on here?" He mumbled to himself. The whole room was bathed in candle light, a scent of roses permeated the air and strange, foreign music came out of the radio. He took a step forward and stumbled against the couch. "Damned Linnie, why in hell stand my couch in the middle of the way?" He cursed as he walked around the sofa, tossing his jacket aside.

"Because I needed the space. Come here and look for yourself." Caitlin answered. His eyebrow shot up by the sound of her sultry voice and he moved closer. A slow smile played around his sensual mouth when he directed his gaze to the former sitting area. Several blankets were spread out on the floor and in the middle of it sat Caitlin, leaning against a pile of cushions, her beautiful body lazily sprawled out in invitation. He glanced down at her and the air hitched in his lungs at her seductive sight.

The chiffon of her blood-red skirt was so transculent, he could see the perfect shape of her well-formed legs shimmering through the sheer material. He sharpened his gaze and his smile got broader. Hell, if his eyes didn't betray him, she didn't wore anything under this skirt. John licked appreciatively his lips while his eyes wander up her body, lingering for a moment on the ornated dance belt, that underlined perfectly the lush curve of her hips and made a foray up her flat belly to fasten on her full breasts, temptingly wrapped in a fancy bra. Her long hair was legerly pinned up and when she angled her head, she showed him her wonderful, long neck.

"God, I love to come home. How should I call you tonight? Sheherazade?" He whispered, roughly. Hell, she looked so beautiful and sexy, the sight ignited him like a flashfire, burning instantly hot and nearly out of control. At once, his body went into full alert and his cock hardened into a persistent bulge. He took a deep breath and battled back the urge to bounce on her and bury himself deep and hard inside her, over and over.

"You can call me what you want tonight, honey." Caitlin purred and a seductive smile curled her full, tempting lips. She looked up at him and shivered. Harsh lines were etched into his face, and his gaze was locked on her, intense, focused, hungry. She could feel waves of lust and love, desire so hot and deep, coming off him in waves and her body thightened in anticipation. Shifting position, she crawled on all fours slowly towards him, and the coins on her costume jingle softly as she moved catlike closer.

"I promised you a private dance, remember?" She whispered, her voice low and smoky, her emerald green eyes smolder darkly, promising him temptation. "Hell, yes." His voice had gone rough and husky. John watched her, his hot greedy gaze revited on her soft lush curves - the gentle swaying of her soft full breasts, the sexy swing of her sweet nice ass as she crawled smoothly towards him - and shuddered with pleasure. The way she moved screamed sex, every motion an answer to the wickedest erotic dreams. He imagined her at his mercy, taking whatever he gave her and his breath caught in his throat.

John swallowed hard and licked his lips, the bulge in his pants grew. "I thought I surprise you tonight." Her voice dropped another octave so that she sounded sultry and tempting. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable and I'll dance for you." Caitlin breathed and sidled herself upwards his body, every inch of her sex and sin, her fragrance enveloping him in deliberate enticement. Her hands slid up his thighs, stroke his heavy bulge a glancing blow and crawl up his chest to curl the nape of his neck.

Caitlin felt the ripple of shivers running through his body and smiled contentedly."You're killing me Linnie." His voice was a harsh rasp of sound. Her fingers ran through his wild dark hair, skim along his shadowed jawline, breeze over the full lips of his sinful mouth and every touch of her burned on his skin, sent hot streaks right to his groin.

Letting her body just barely slide against his, she stepped even closer so that her breath warmed his ear. "Do I?" The moment, he wanted to grab her around her waist, she backed off, just enough to get out of his reach. Caitlin flashed her perfect white teeth and batted her long lashes. "I love to kill you honey, you know that? Soft and slow." Her voice was a soft whisper.

John looked at her, his hazel green eyes stormy, his breath ragged. He ached for her. The heat grew and spread until his cock was near bursting. This time she stepped close, her breast brushed his chest and then she slid away again, her lips in a seductive pout. "You wear away too many clothes, John, you know that?" Her hand slid down his chest and belly, stopped at the front of his pants, her fingers tapping a soft rhythm against his heavy bulge. "You little minx, you do know what you're doing to me?" His voice was low, rough and tormented, penetrating right through her skin straight to her heart.

She didn't answer, just captured his lips for a long, deep kiss while she untucked his shirt and opened his belt. John groaned, wrapped his arms around her and yanked her closer, relishing in the sweet taste of her hot mouth. Their tongues tangle and dance, until he thought his erection might rip right through his trousers. Caitlin opened the zipper and her hands slid into his pants, her fingers stroke deliberately over his thick erection, several times.

A soft growl left his throat by her touch and he broke the kiss to devour her neck, licking his way down as her head fell back, teeth grazing and nipping until he found the swell of her breasts. When he pushed his heavy erection tight against her soft mound, a lustful moan escaped her mouth. Her hands fisted his hair and she held him to her, arching her body closer to his. "Damned, lets just skip the dance and come to the main part. I want you, right here and now." John groaned, the vibration travelling through his body – her body – so that she wrapped her arms tightly around him and gave herself up to the pleasure of his hot hungry mouth..

He was ravenous for her, his need so urgent, his skin hot, too tight, his groin well past pleasure and into pain. He needed her right now, needed the relief of her silken channel, tight and hot, gripping him like a fist. "Hell Linnie, I need you more than I need to breathe right now." He groaned again, and let his hands slide searchingly along her thighs until he found one of the high skirt-slits. He caressed her flawless skin, letting his fingers trail into the cleft between the round cheeks, and into the slick mouth of her sex.

"And I would say you need me too." He rasped and glanced triumphantly at her while he dipped his fingers deeper into her hot dampness, stroking softly over her silken inner walls. Caitlin panted and jerked by his touch, her body already filled with urgent need. Hot moisture pooled low and wicked between her legs. She felt her womb throbbing and pulsing and was near the mark to lose her control. It was high-time to stop him.

"Wow, not so fast, Mr. Hotshot." Caitlin breathed heavily and reached with her hands behind her back to grasp his wrists and force his hands off her body. "This is my show and you do what I say or you'll get nothing. You won't regret it, believe me." She whisperd into his ear, bit gently his earlob and stepped back, out of his reach. "So, hopp, get out of your clothes and plant your luscious body down there and just enjoy the show." She prompted, pointing on the floor and swayed suggestively her hips to spur him into action.

John glared at her, his hungry eyes dark with arousal. "You're very bossy this evening sweetheart, you know that?" He complained half-heartly while he stripped off his clothes in no time at all. "Maybe. But you want your sweets, am I right? So place yourself." She smiled impudently, her eyes dancing. He could even hear the laughter in her voice. "You're playing with fire, Linnie." He said softly and flashed an ambigious smile at he passed her and stretched himself onto the covers, he knew she was watching him, could feel her hot longing gaze, sliding with infinite slowness over his body, and his smile turned into a devilish one.

"I guess, I'm not the only one here, who wants his sweets tonight, am I right honey?" John folded one arm behind his neck and leant relaxed back against the cushions - his tanned muscled body sprawled out on the cover - and glared fiercely at her, locking her gaze with his while his hand stroke casually over his heavy erection with a near mesmerizing circle, until he was hard as steel. When he saw her reaction, he groaned satisfied and his smile became even more devilish.

For a short moment, Caitlin couldn't move, couldn't tear her gaze from the sexy sight of him, the pearl of moisture on the broad head. Her breath caught in her lungs and her body reacted with a rush of heated liquid. She could feel her thighs tingle and her nipples harden under his hot, hungry gaze. "You only have to come and get it, honey." He teased her, dropping his tone to a husky whisper. His eyes were filled with lust, his hunger raw and edgy. She loved the sensual look on his face, his body hot and hard and ready for her.

Caitlin trembled, was nearby to give in to the temptation and closed briefly her eyes to regain her control. She crouched down between his legs and bent slightly forward. "You just can't stand it when you aren't get your will, right?" She whispered softly, giving him her sweetest smile while her hands slid slowly up his thighs to linger on his groin. John felt her fingers twitching, scarcely perceptible, but enough to send a ripple of power surges through his body and his cock jumped in anticipation."Be careful, big boy. Don't spoil your party." With a quick move she bent her head and her tongue flicked over his velvet knob to lick off the drop of glistened moisture.

He flinched and his arms came up to catch her, but Caitlin was already back on her feet and out of his reach. He laughed heartly, his eyes dancing. "Okay you little minx, you won – this time. Come on, dance for me, entertain your Lord and Master." John turned, rolled aside and propped his head with one hand. He grabbed a glass from the tray next to him, took a sip of wine and snatched a handful grapes. Caitlin smirked at him, her eyes bright with laughter while she quickly changed the music and started to dance.

The moment she brought her body in motion, she captivated him and John completely forgot the grapes, the wine – just everything around him. His hot, burning gaze glued on her gracile tempting shape and his already tight body stiffened even more. Caitlins smile deepened, became sensual and her emerald green eyes gleam fervidly as she noticed his visibly reaction. She made a single hipdrop in his direction, agonizing slow, and his hazel green eyes darkened dangerously, she could nearly feel his raging passion, seething and burning inside him.

The next swinging hipdrop brought him up and he sat straight, watching every smooth motion of her as she danced slowly towards him, mesmerized by the beauty of her body. Her creamy flawless skin shimmered softly in the flickering light of the candles and her eyes sparkle fierly at him, gleaming hot and dark with every erotic move she made. Caitlin felt her body burning, combusting with every hot-blooded look of him. It was such a turn-on to her that she could increase his arousal with just one slight motion and she reveled in that overwhelming feeling of power and joy.

She moved her body in a sexy interpretation to the music, swayed provocatively her hips, turning the small circles into wider ones and let her entire body sidle lithely up and down, in a slow flowing motion. It seemed that she floated in a smooth, soft wave over the floor while she moved closer to him.

John couldn't take his gaze of her voluptuous slinky body and he licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry at the erotic sight of her. Caitlin positioned herself in front of him, gave him a perfect shimmy and her hips start to jitter, her whole body trembled. When she spun wildly around, her skirt flew up and gave him full scope on her nude sweet ass and her soft bare mound, he even could see a glimpse of her dark pink sweet folds.

Raw naked desire rose up inside him, made him edgy with need and his blood roared hotly through his veins, setting his body completely afire. He felt his pulsing erection throbbing, hardening almost to the point of pain and with a deep growl, he came up on his knees, his gaze locked on her, his burning eyes deep dark, almost black, glowing with ravenous hunger.

Caitlin looked down at him and trembled, shattered at the sight of him. He was pure male and sex and passion. His face shadowed, stamped with lust and sin, his eyes blazing hot with carnal desire, his body rippling with muscles, his thick dark hair wild and untamed. She could see his chiseled body, the defined muscles spotted with old scars and new, fresh claw marks. He looked like a wild animal, a predator on his pounce. His fully erect penis hulked up at her, a hard and thick spear, ready to impale her without mercy.

Her breath caught in her lungs and lay trapped there, so that she heard her own ragged gaps. She wet her lips and tried to move, her legs stirring restlessly as her body reacted to his presence with a rush of heated liquid. Caitlin took a deep controlling breath as she held his gaze, and smiled salaciously. "Does that mean you enjoyed my performance?" She whispered, with a sultry voice.

"Hell yes. Come here, down to me." He growled, clasped his hands tight around her wrists and tugged at her, forcing her down on her knees. "Damned Linnie, you're hotter than hell-fire." He grunted and took possession of her mouth, forcing his tongue vigorously into her hot, moist cavern and kissed her ravenously, his tongue stroking deep to tangle with hers in a wild hot dance. His hands seem to be everywhere, sliding demandingly down her body as he ravaged her mouth.

Caitlin moaned while her body burned, bursted into flames under his searing touches and scorching kisses. Her arms came up, clasping his neck, and a soft scream escaped her when his hands partened her legs, his palms rest on the insides of her thighs, thumbs moving with slow persuasion through her tight curls. His fingers cleave her wet velvet lips and without warning, he plunged two fingers deep into her hot moist channel. She cried out and spread her legs wider, her hips came up, riding his hand, liquid heat flowing along the living silk as her muscles tightened around his fingers in a stranglehold.

"Oh God, this is so good." Caitlin gasped and urged her throbbing sex against his hand, her fingers clutching his thick dark hair. "I've to get rid of this costume, I need more, a lot more. I need you John, now." She moaned and pulled back, grasped with shaking hands behind her back to open the bra. "Sweetheart, tonight I'm gonna eat you alive." He whispered harshly, his eyes burning fiercely on her. His fingers slip out of her and his hands came up, brush gently over her bare skin, making her shiver in anticipation as he slid the bra-straps of her shoulders.

Tossing the bra aside, he lowered his head and his lips brush featherlight over the creamy flesh of her breasts. His hair skim softly over her skin while he caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard buds, lapping and nuzzling with his hot mouth, teeth tugging and hands claiming. "John." Caitlin sounded hoarse with need. She slid her arms around him, fingers digging into his muscled back and arched against him, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth. Hot heat raced from breast to belly as he suckled, his tongue licking and teeth scrapping.

"I love your breasts, Linnie. So soft, so full, so perfect." He whispered, roughly and raised his head to capture her mouth, drawing her tongue into the dark recesses of his mouth, his hands shaping her breasts possessively, stroking the nipples with his thumbs. He felt her body trembling, quavering beneath his touch. His hands skim over her flat belly, exploring the muscles bunched so tight there before sliding to her hips, searching the hook of the skirt. A soft jingle rang through the room when he threw the skirt away.

John enfolded her into his arms, his hands slid down her back, stroking and kneading the soft flesh of her round cheeks. "And I love your sweet nice ass too." His lips whispered across hers and he kissed her again, his tongue plunging deep into her hot sweet mouth while he brought her up closer against his body, pushing his stiff erection hard against her hot wet mound. "Do you feel it, honey? There are your sweets. Tell me, Linnie, is that what you need? Is it?" He whispered, his mouth wandered from hers, just a little, following the contour of her face.

"Yes, damned, yes. Hurry John." She gasped and her body trembled as she pushed demandingly back, in the desperate need to feel him inside. John gripped her and threw her on the cushions, pinning her on the floor, towering her with his strong hard male body. Her barette sprung open and her long hair spilled over the pillow. "Not so fast, sweetheart." He whispered, curling a silken strand around his fingers. His hot breath on her skin let her quavering and his low, wicked voice sent a flood of hot dampness between her legs."This is my show, so you'll do what I say or you'll get nothing. You won't regret it, believe me."

Caitlin looked at him, saw the dominating look in his face, the possession in his eyes and trembled with excitement. "So this is your pay-back, am I right?" She whispered softly and bucked her hips playfully against him. "Don't spoil your party, my little temptress." A devilish smile appeared on his face. "You're a mean man, John Sheppard. If you think you can get me this way, you're wrong." She taunted, smiling mischievously. But the blazing hunger in her eyes and her hot wet sheath, she pressed tightly against him, betray her words.

John braced himself on his elbows and linked his fingers with hers, stretching her arms above her head. "I told you, you're playing with fire, sweetheart." His voice was dangerous low, his eyes burning with ravenous hunger. "What does that mean? You want to see me begging for mercy? Don't count on that, honey." Caitlin teased and glanced at him, her burning gaze, hot and fierly, locked with his. She felt his shaft, thick and heavy, laying against her inner thigh, the heat radiating from that single spot like a slow wash of molten lava.

He spread soft kisses on her face as he moved scarcely, rubbing gently his stiff erection against her soft creamy flesh. Caitlin moaned deeply and her hips came up, moving against him involuntarily. His eyes lighten up, gleaming fiercely when he felt her reaction. "If you say so." A slow smile appeared on his face. He crossed her wrists to hold her easily with one hand, shifted slightly and let his free hand drop down between her legs.

He caressed her hot wet entrance with his fingers, over and over, each time putting a little more pressure on her. Caitlins breath came out in a sob. Her body shook, breasts swollen and aching, her stomach bunching in knots. "I can make you so hot, you'll scream for mercy, honey." His fingers brush her entrance again and he watched the rich need darken her eyes.

Before she could gather the next breath, he pushed two fingers inside the creamy heat and she cried out, her tight sheath clamping down on him, muscles gripping him hard. As he plunged deeper into her, first hard and fast, then slow and easy, his thumb finding her most responsive spot and raking over the hypersensitive nub, Caitlin went wild, pleaded with him. Her breath came in gasps and she pressed and rubbed her hot burning core tight against him, in the desperate try to relieve the tension buildung and building. She needed release more than anything.

John looked down at her and felt himself swell, jerk, his balls tighten at the sight. She was beautiful in her passion, her eyes glowing with raw desire. Beautiful and sexy and his. A small whimper escaped, torn from her throat as she pushed again hard against his hand. "Oh no, sweetheart, not yet." He whispered softly, withdrew his hand and just captured her lips, swallowing her upcoming protest, kissing her hard and rough as he wedged himself deeper between her thighs, spreading her wide with his knees, grinding his stiff erection against her hot, wet mound, very slow and gentle.

He trailed a hot path down her throat to the swell of her breasts and when his mouth closed over her breast, suckling strongly, Caitlin cried out and arched against him, her hips moving restlessly. John let his tongue swirl over her hard nipple, his teeth scrapping and tugging gently and all the while he never stopped the soft move of his hips, alternating between stroking his thick hard shaft with gently pressure over her sensitive knob or cleaving her soft wet folds just to play the tip of his cock against her hot entrance – only touching her, never filling her.

Caitlin was panting, sobbing with every sensual stroke of him, her body no longer her own, but his, completely under his command. It seemed he owned her body. She had no control, and had lost the will to find any. Heat was pouring out of her, all but pumping out of her pores. "I love the way you look right now, Linnie." He whispered. "So soft, all gleaming skin, wet for me, needy, your eyes begging me to take you. Should I take you, Linnie? Tell me. Say it." His voice was low, rough, demanding even. The commanding sound added to the thrill. She was so susciptible to the sound of his voice.

She was trashing under him, falling apart, the incredible tension inside her unbearable."John," She could bearely breathe his name. Her breath seemed to have permanently left her body. There wasn't enough air in the room. "Please…do it, now." Her cry just a soft plea for mercy, begging him to fill her, to unify his body with hers."I knew you would say it." John growled softly, releasing her hands. He stroke gently down her arms and rose above her like the warrior he was. Caitlin whimpered as he dragged her legs over his shoulders and leaned into her, the broad head of his cock seeking the warmth of her tight channel. He waited a heartbeat, his eyes on her face. She was so beautiful, so hungry for him, dazed with pleasure.

He surged forward, sinking in to the hilt in one fast, hard stroke and her slick hot feminine channel clamped down on him as he threw her into an orgasm. Muscles contracting, hot silk winding tighter and tighter, rippling with life around him, squeezing and milking until she had him gasping with the fiery streaks tearing through his body. She panted his name, writhing under him, increasing the fiery sensations so that lightning sizzled and hissed through his bloodstream.

God, it felt like coming home and he shuddered with pleasure. "Oh God, this feels so good. I love to be inside of you." John looked down at her."And I love to watch you. You're so beautiful Linnie. I love you." His voice was pure sin, whispering over her body and wrapping her heart in warmth. Coming up on his knees between her thighs, he thrust her legs wider, watching the way they came together, watching his body moving in and out of hers. She was so wet, so hot, her breast heaving and her nipples incredibly erected.

He moved slow and easy, sending flames dancing over her, but leaving her needing more. The slow buildup was nearly too much for her. He pulled back, almost leaving her body, and she wanted to sob for his return. When he surged deep in a fast hard stroke, he took her breath, sent her stomach flipping and the heated muscles in her sheath melting into a pool of need. He drew her knees even higher so he could angle himself to press tighter against her clit. Every slow stroke of him sent sizzling fire streaking up and down her body, made her mindless with pleasure.

Caitlin couldn't close her eyes while she savoured the sensations rushing through her body. It was too important to watch his face – his eyes, those amazing hazel green eyes, filled with pure sensuality, a dark promise of pleasure. "Kiss me, John, just kiss me," she moaned, her hands crawl up his chest and circle his neck to draw him closer.

He bent forward, lowered his head and found her mouth, kissing her over and over while their bodies rock, skin to skin, meeting each other with every forceful stroke. She panted, sobbed his name as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body with the force of a booming ocean. Her entire body seemed to pulse and throb and fracture. When she went over the edge again, she nearly took him with her, but he held back, stilling his body, revelling in the feeling of his control over her.

A surge of wild emotions rush through him as he stared down into her eyes. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her breasts rose-colored, the nipples hard peaks, and her eyes were half dazed with desire, but beyond the wild frenzy of heat and lust they shared he saw her genuine love she felt for him clearly in the depths of her eyes. "I love you so much, Linnie." He murmured, brushing softly over her lips while he thrust deep into her, with excruciating slowness. His voice was low and so soft the sound stroked over her skin and her heart ached for him.

"I know," she whispered, her fingers tangling through his hair, brushing gently over his skin as her hips rose to join him, matching his rhythm, tilting to take him deeper and deeper with every move, wanting every inch of him. Wanting his possession as much as he wanted.

His hands shifted, cupped her breast, thumbs rasping over her nipples until she cried out to him for more. She was burning alive, from the inside out.

He increased his speed, drove harder into her, plunging deeper and deeper and felt her body shudder, implode around him, taking him with her, her vaginal walls clamping around him like a tight fist, so hot he wasn't certain he would survive this. Unrelented pleasure roared up from his toes, poured down from his head to center in his groin and a hoarse cry escaped his throat, mingled with hers as he emptied himself deep into her.

John collapsed over her, his head sank onto her shoulder, and buried his face into the soft warmth of her neck, trying desperately to control his raging breath. They were both fighting for air as they lay there together, not daring to move, unable to move. Caitlin wrapped her arms around him and he could feel her heart, drumming as wild just as his, against his chest and the aftershocks shaking her, tightening around him, drawing them even closer.

Still locked with her, he nuzzled her neck and each time he did so, her body responded with another aftershock and his body tightened in answer. They were merged so completely, so closely linked together he couldn't tell where he started or left off. It was an amazing feeling and both linger in that wonderful moment of complete entireness.

"I love you, sweetheart," he murmured, still nuzzling her neck while he enjoyed the soft feel of her fingers, brushing tenderly over his skin and combing lovingly through his thick hair. "You mean, you love it when you've the mastery, right?" Caitlin whispered, teasingly. "You're so bossy and demanding. You always need to be in control, right?" He felt her smile against his neck.

John propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her, a cheeky smile rushed over his face. "Well, I'm not for nothing the leading commander here, you know? Besides that I hadn't noticed any defence from you or heard any complains." She lifted her head and bit his shoulder, a gentle twitch of her teeth she eased with a tender kiss immediately. "Don't get smart with me, John Sheppard. First I wasn't able to any kind of defence because thanks to you I was far beyond any control and… you'd pinned my hands on the floor, you mean man."

His smile broadened. "And second?" Her lips wander up his throat to his mouth. "And second, it was absolute amazing. I loved it, every moment. So why should I complain then?" She breathed, kissing him softly before her head fell back on the pillow. "I love you John." Her hands stroke gently over his chest, fingers curling his chest hair. "But beware, I'll take my revenge for your sweet torture. Someday, when you aren't expecting it at all." She warned him and a sly smile curved around her full lips, her eyes sparkling playfully at him.

"I'm so looking forward to it, sweetie." John smirked and bent his head for a gentle kiss before he slipped out of her, relucantly. He rolled on his back, taking her with him so that she lay sprawled out on him and curled his arms around her. Caitlin snuggled against him and rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "And just to put that right, honey. I'm not a big boy. I'm a man, a very manly man, and I think I've proven that to you."

She raised her head, her eyes sparkling at him, bright with amusement. "Oh poor sweetheart, that's really nagging on you, am I right?" His eyebrow shot up by her words and he scowled at her while his hands slid down to cover her firm butt. "Are you making fun of me again?" She shook her head and covered her mouth to muffle her laughter. "Yes you are, you little minx. I warn you, honey. This will be a very long night for you. I might want have another dance or two, you know? And while we're on it," he narrowed his eyes. "Don't you ever dare to dance like this before another man because I might have to kill you then." He squeezed her soft round cheeks in warning.

"Is this a threat, my manly man?" She glanced at him, the smile was in her voice. Rolling her on her back, he covered her with his strong body. "No, that's a promise, sweetheart." He whispered, low and soft. "You're mine Linnie, don't you ever forget that." His hands stroke softly over her hair, skim possessively over her body. "What am I? Your personal property? Maybe you wanna brand me to make it visible for every one?" She whispered softly and her hand stroke gentle over his chest, just to pluck hard and thight at his chest hairs.

"Ouch! You little minx." John flinched, but a broad smile flashed over his face. "I don't have to brand you because I already have, sweetheart." He brushed a soft kiss on the strawberry red mark on her neck he'd left there. "Oh no, don't tell me you made me hickey, John Sheppard." She put on her fiercest scowl. "Yes, a real fat one. I like it. Looks good to me." His smile widened. "You're impertinent and absolutely impossible, you know that?"

Caitlin tried to poke him but he gripped her hands, holding them tightly. "I know, that's why you love me sweetheart, right?" Ignoring her protest, he lowered his head and just kissed her. "And because you love me so much…," his cheeky smile appeared again. "You'll be a good carying wife and make my diner while I jump into the shower." He jumped up and slauntered away, heading for the bath.

A pillow flew through the air and landed on his back. "Hey, you know what? I got also a sabre dance in my repertoire." John turned slowly, grinning at her. "Good. I love it dangerous and I love to struggle with you." He catched the next flying cushion and threw it back at her. "This will be a long night. First a delicious diner, served with love from my beautiful wife and then you can dance again for me, sweetie." Flicking another cheeky smile at her, he turned around.

Caitlin sat slowly up. She drew her knees up and watched him as he moved towards the bathroom, in his own smooth and darn sexy way of walk. "Oh, you want a dance as dessert?" She asked. Her gaze slid over his tanned muscled body to linger on his crisp, perfect sculptered butt and a pleasant tremor ran through her at the delicious sight.

"Wrong honey. The dance is the appetizer, you are the dessert and I will eat you with relish, I promise you." John looked over his shoulder before he vanished into the bath and her breath caught in her lungs, her inner thighs pulsed with awareness. Because from the single burning look and the wolfish smile he'd send her, she knew he would deliver on his promise very thoroughly. And she was absolutely right.