CHAPTER 10 – GETTING TO KNOW YOU

She had had to be forcibly restrained in the infirmary bed and when Lorne walked in after his meeting with Colonel Sheppard, it was to raised voices. An impatient tone came from Dr Beckett and a more plaintive one came from Captain Masters. Terry.

He didn't know whether to smile or frown when he walked in. Carson had his hands resting on her shoulders and was attempting, gently – to ease her back down onto the bed. She still wore his shirt, which was far too big for her and she struggled against Carson's restraining hands, in no uncertain terms telling him that she was fine, and could sleep much better in her own quarters thank you very much!

"Looks like you could do with a little help Carson?" Lorne deliberately slowed his pace. He needed those precious seconds to rake his eyes over her face, assessing for himself her injuries and down to where the swell of her breasts jutted enticingly from his shirt. He remembered how they had looked when he had forced his way into the room, and the flush of defiance on her face as she had looked up at her captor.

"Is my Captain causing a few problems Doc?" Carson had huffed an impatient breath and turned to look at Lorne.

"Major Lorne. Perhaps you could order your Captain to remain in the bed for the night? I seem to be having little success. She has a head injury and shows signs of disorientation and I don't want her wandering around the base unsupervised."

"Copy that Doc. Leave it to me."

Gratefully Carson stepped aside and allowed Lorne to approach the bed. Terry had ceased her struggle with the doctor and cast her somewhat sulky eyes at Lorne, but the expression changed when her eyes met his, and Carson registering the expression, immediately gave a small cough and made himself scarce. It seems that there was more to their relationship than met the eye and he preferred not to be witness to anything he shouldn't be seeing.

Lorne's voice stopped him before he could leave the room. "Doc? How about I take responsibility for her tonight. Make sure she gets safely back to her room, and that she rests. Sounds like everyone wins this way..."

Carson turned his laugh into a cough. "Indeed it does Major. And I'll allow you that, but if she appears dizzy or you think in any way that her condition is worsening, I want her back here immediately. No arguments."

"Got that Doc – and thank you. I think you will have an easier night if she is not fighting you every step of the way... hmm Terry?"

His deliberate use of her first name left the doctor in no doubt as to where their relationship was likely heading and he felt genuinely happy for the Major. He had not appeared to be involved with a woman since he had been in Atlantis and companionship was important, even if it was a member of his own team – and as far as Carson was concerned that was entirely his own business.

"Go Captain. But I want you back in the morning for a full checkup. You're on a weeks medical leave..." When she moved to complain vocally about that, Lorne took her hand and helped her down from the bed.

"Take the week Terry. There'll be no missions this week anyway – I'm on base detention for my lack of backup at that meeting..."

She let him help her down, and when he hooked her hand in the corner of his elbow she did not resist, even leaned slightly against him, feeling his warmth and strength.

They didn't talk very much as he guided her back to her private quarters. He was happy to have her lean comfortably against him, and when he activated her door opener and moved her easily inside her quarters, he felt a little shiver of excitement. Alone with her – in her quarters. She may have been placed on bed rest more or less, but even if he could simply take her in his arms, without any eyes on them, he could at least fulfill the first part of his adolescent fantasies.

And he did just that. She stood uncertainly in the centre of her room, and he gently pulled her back against him and wrapped his arms around her, feeling her head drop comfortably against his chest and looked down in surprise when he felt her shake a little.

"Hey, ok love?"

She did not answer, but felt her sobs and he simply led her over to the bed and eased her down so that she was sitting. Removing her shoes he contemplated taking off her clothes and tucking her up into bed, but she had started to shake, so he helped her to lie down, and simply lay beside her, pulling her into his arms.

She buried herself as close as she could and he held her until she had finished crying, knowing that as a woman, this was a necessary part of healing. Men tended to push these emotions away, but woman, well... they let the emotions come out and sometimes this helped them heal faster than men. Not so much bottled up. Not so much left to fester.

He felt the moment that her breathing changed and realised she had fallen asleep. He had promised Carson that she wouldn't be alone that night, and easing himself into a more comfortable position, he let her sleep, and with her tucked up beside him, he let his own eyes drift shut and melted into his own cocoon of darkness.

He awoke with the early morning light just beginning to filter in and felt the warmth of her body beside him. Looking down he saw that she slept deeply, and smiling a little he eased himself away from her, needing to shower and get out of the clothes he was wearing. He left her sleeping, and moved into her bathroom, a mirror image of his own and while he waited for the shower to heat up he tossed his clothes into a corner, not giving any thought as to what he would put on when he got out.

The sting of the hot water was heaven and he heaved a relaxed sigh, body and mind more or less at peace, having slept well – even fully clothed and on top of the bed. He heard the shower door open and turned quickly, thinking that she may have become disorientated and forgotten that he had been in the room during the night. His breath hitched. She was breathtaking. Naked, she had shed her own clothes, and her lovely green eyes were smokey with need and still a little sleepy.

"Major... fancy sharing the hot water..." He voice was soft and wordlessly he nodded, moving back slightly to allow her to enter the stall and shut the door behind her. She immediately stepped up close to him, sliding her arms around his neck bringing the entire length of her body in instant contact with his. He immediately sprung to attention, instantly hard and in need of her warmth, and his own arms snaked around her waist and smoothed over the soft flesh there, then ran enticingly over her buttocks that swelled firmly down to lovely muscular thighs. He pulled her tighter towards him, and felt the springy texture of her hair tickle his erect penis and she ground herself hard against him, groaning slightly as his hand dipped under and ran a seductive line through her slick folds.

His voice was husky as he spoke into her ear. "Shall we move this to somewhere more comfortable? Say the bed? I think you're supposed to be resting.. or something like that." Her husky laugh was her assent and his gripped her under her bottom so that she could lift her legs to cling around his waist, and flicking the shower off he moved them both, saturated and dripping, to her bed where he lay her down gently, following down with his eager tongue than moved from the top of her body to the body, tasting and torturing just a little, taking the droplets of water that glistened on her skin.

She writhed beneath him, restless movements on the bed, and there was amusement in his eyes as he moved back up and looked down into her eyes, his own shuttering slightly as her hand reached out to firmly grasp him and stroke him almost to his limit. His hand reached down to lightly grip her wrist, still her movements to allow him time to get his breath back.

"Slow down sweetheart. We've got time..." And time is what he took. Trailing his fingers lazily over her body, stroking her intimately, then withdrawing when she started to moan.

"Damn it Evan... stop teasing.. I want you inside me – now!" Her marine voice had him laughing loudly, and had the desired effect. He moved on top of her, and without waiting for a further invitation, he entered her moist centre and sighed. This was indeed where he most wanted to be and he started an easy rythym that had her gripping his shoulders and widening her startling blue eyes at him. He kissed her then, hard and in response he increased his rythym until he felt her tremors and knew that she was close. He wanted to see her first orgasm, wanted to feel it and watch the awareness come into her eyes and he was not disappointed. The look of passion in her eyes had him going over the edge himself and he settled beside her, heart racing, simply needing to hold her until they could both come down.

"Hey... I'm sure this is not the rest that Carson had in mind for you." Idly his hands stroked down the length of her body, needing to keep the contact with that skin that he had been fantasing about for the past two weeks.

"Evan?"

"Yeah, Terry..."

"I don't trust men easily... had a few bad relationships over the years, and just preferred lately, to be alone... noone to have to answer to... with you? I feel different. But just so you know... sometimes things get too much and I just need to get away. So if that happens, don't take offence, don't try to second guess why, just accept."

"I can do that Terry... let's just takes things slowly... see where it goes. I'd like to get to know you, all of you and this is just the beginning..."