Imitation11

John paced. Paced. Checked his watch. Glanced at the clock. Crossed the threshold to his room. Crossed back into theirs. Scowled. Strode out of his quarters and to the infirmary. He glanced round. "Carson!" he snapped, startling the doctor. "Where–"

"With Rodney, I imagine," Carson answered before John could finish his question. "When are we going to the Alpha site?"

"After lunch. Well..." A smile came and went quickly. "About half an hour after lunch." He turned to go. Turned again. Debated. Lingering. Wandered aimlessly but towards Carson who was hunched over a data pad, typing swiftly. He ran his hand along the table. Nearly upended a flask but righted it. Tapped his foot. Glanced round the empty room. Stood. Waiting.

Carson sighed. Trying to ignore the other man but unable. "Yes? John, what is it before you break something?"

"I...um...had a question," John admitted. Shrugged.

"All right." Carson waited, but John was looking around again. At anything else, anyone else but the doctor. "Colonel? Are you going to continue or shall we play twenty questions now?"

John frowned. "I...um...it's about Moira. John junior."

"And?"

John glanced at him, embarrassed. Uncomfortable. "I...is it possible...is there any way I could..."

"Yes?" Carson encouraged. Impatiently sighing. Amused.

"Is there any way I could, um, inadvertently, or accidently, without meaning to, of course, um, hurt either of them. More specifically John junior right now...and later, I guess...when I...we...when we, um, Moira and I...when we...you know..." His voice trailed off and he licked his lips, glancing at the floor. The table. Hands in his pockets, head lowered like a naughty schoolboy.

Carson took a moment to process the question. Realized. Smiled. "No."

John's gaze shot up to him, but Carson had returned his attention to his work. "No? You're sure? I mean...even if we...um...look, doc, even if we really, really get going and go...um..."

"No. The only way you could harm the child or the mother is if you kicked her or punched her in the abdomen. I trust you're not planning to do either?"

"What? No! No, for God's sake, Carson, of course not!" John exclaimed.

"Good. Then no. You won't harm either of them."

"I...oh. Even, I mean...even when we go at it really, um, really...enthusiastically?" John asked, searching for the right word.

Carson was trying not to laugh. "Yes, colonel. Even then, John. Let me put it this way, John, so you can understand. John junior is secure and safe. Strapped in securely. The perimeter is locked down. There'll be no breaking into his sanctuary, no matter how your forces are engaged, how many, how often, how enthusiastically. All right? Now can I get back to work?"

"Uh...yeah. Yes. Thank you, Carson." Somewhat relieved he headed for the physics lab.

Carson released the laugh he had been holding, shaking his head.


Moira sighed. Freed the strange attachment to the equally strange device. "Sorry, Rodney. It won't work, not even with my superpowers."

"It has to work! I mean, I fixed it. All the pieces fit together. Try again, Moira. Concentrate."

"I have been concentrating," she complained.

"Try harder!"

John walked into the lab, hearing Rodney's harsh tone. He frowned. Saw Moira holding an elongated device. Ancient crystals attached to a weird device. Her eyes were closed. Brow furrowed in tense concentration. Rodney was looking from her to the device to his console. "Moira Sheppard!"

Moira jumped. The device flared to life. Lights flashing. A humming filling the air. Her eyes flew open and she freed the equipment. It spun on the table. A screen flipped up and displayed numbers before fading into darkness. She jerked backwards, startled. "Shit! John, don't do that!" she scolded.

"Wow! Look at that! It's going off on some mathematical precision...oh, it was. It's reading the technical layout of Atlantis, scanning. Wow!" Rodney enthused. He powered it down. "Next time we will have John startle you instead of wasting half an hour!" They laughed.

John neared, not amused. "Moira, what the hell are you doing? Schedule!"

"What?" She met his gaze. "Oh! Sorry, John. We just got involved and I–"

"I still need her, John. Look at this data! It's–"

"Don't care. Moira, schedule!" John barked.

She sighed. "John, I'm fine. I'm busy here. I have to finish here and go finish up with Carson before he departs for the Alpha site, then help Peter. I'm not that tired so I can–"

"Now! Move that pert little ass, Moira!" he ordered. "Schedule!"

"John," she complained, trying not to laugh, "I am–"

"Now!" he ordered, swatting her rear.

"John!"

"Go!"

She laughed. "Yes, sir! Sorry, Rodney. Colonel's orders."

"I know, I know," Rodney sighed. "He's the favorite. Come back later, Moira."

John watched her leave. Turned back to Rodney. "So, what's that thing do again?"

"It appears to measure the technical readouts of each piece of operating equipment and gives a rate of the energy required versus the electrical output of our own–"

"So it's a meter reader. Next time you–"

"No! It's nothing like a simple meter reader! It's a far more sophisticated piece of technology that measures...okay, it is like a meter reader but operates on a much higher mathematical level. You know, it also measures the output of overbearing military commanders. No wonder it when off like that when you entered the lab."

"Ha ha. Keep working. Without Moira."

Moira was sitting on her bed, laptop balanced on her thighs. Busily typing as she studied the screen. She bit her lower lip as she worked when suddenly the pad was snatched from her hands. "John!"

He closed it. Placed it across the room on the table. "Schedule, damn it! Nap!"

She smiled at his imperious tone. His stern demeanor. "I'm not that tired, John, really. I need to finish that work. I have so much to do with so many men! I..." she paused, as he folded his arms across his chest. Adopted a stubborn stance. Immobile. Staring at her. She smirked. "Oh, fine! If it will make you happy!" She scooted up the bed. Reclined. "Happy?"

"Yes." He laid next to her, scooted close. Arm over her waist. He kissed her. "I don't want you wearing yourself out, or John junior. He's had enough science for one day."

"He can never had enough science," she retorted. Turned towards him. Touched his chest. "John, I'm fine. Seriously. I'm not that tired, not like I was. And I didn't throw up this morning, so maybe I'm over that as well. Stop fussing."

"No. It's our schedule, Moira," he stubbornly asserted.

"Colonel, it's mine, was mine, not yours. Although I do enjoy the company. But you probably need a nap more than I do, sweetie."

"True. After last night. This morning...you...what is it?"

"Huh? What's what?" she asked, puzzled.

He met her gaze, drew her close to kiss her. "What is it about my cock?"

"Um...could you be more specific, sweetie?"

"Twice now. Not that I'm complaining, not at all. The orgasms are so fucking intense...but it's like you would rather bring me that way instead of me being inside you."

She colored, snuggled against him. "Do we have to talk about this now? I thought you wanted me to sleep?"

"No. Yes, now. Well? Don't you want my cock inside you, Moy? Deep, deep inside you to bring you? I can bring you any way you like, you know."

"I know, John. Don't you want me to down on you? Hard?"

"Yes. God, yes...I do. But I want to give you the same intense pleasure. I want you to come, baby, hard or not. I want you to be as pleasured as I am. So? Don't you like my cock inside you anymore?"

She smirked. "John! Do we have to talk about–"

"Yes. Answer me. I, um, I sort of asked Carson. And he said you'd be fine. John junior would be fine no matter how much or how often or how exuberantly we had sex."

"You asked Carson?" she repeated, embarrassed.

"Well, yes...he's a doctor, you know. And I...not in so many words but I...if you were worried about it, I mean. There's no need, he said. To worry about that. I was wondering, since you seemed to want me to lower the intensity...but then you pleasured me beyond anything you have ever done and I–"

"No. I know you won't hurt me or John junior. It's not that. And yes, I do want your cock inside me. Deep, deep inside me to come, to feel you come, to feel every long and hard inch of you come inside me and bring me to those multiple orgasms."

He felt himself reacting. Smiled. "Ah. So...what then?"

She was silent. Closed her eyes, snuggling against him. "Take a nap, John."

"No. Tell me. I want to know. I need to know. My cock really, really needs to know. Is it the intensity? I can lower that, baby, don't you worry. I can lower the sexual exuberance and still bring you, bring me into climax. Repeatedly. I can demonstrate if you like."

"I have no doubt of that, John," she laconically noted.

He kissed her. "Then what? Moira? Tell me!"

"Nap."

He sighed. "Moira...I'm going to the Alpha site with Carson and a team...after we have reviewed the monitor, just in case. I'm just saying..."

She opened her eyes. Moved back a little to stare at him. His eyes were closed. Expression relaxing on his handsome face. Long lashes. Kissable lips. Shadows of stubble on his strong jaw. Sexy sideburns. Tousled hair. "Will you be staying there?"

"Not for long. Once I am satisfied it is still secure I will come back here. In time for Sheppard's delight, of course. Unless you don't want my cock inside you and I–"

"John! Stop talking about your cock! I want your cock, all right? Relax!" She lightly kissed him, snuggled. "Men," she muttered.

"My cock has serious abandonment issues, Moy," he said low, hand sliding down to her hip, "so you need to open those thighs and let me into that sweet, lush center. I want, no, I need to be in that wet, snug pussy, baby, all the fucking way to–"

"John!" She hit his chest. "Shut up, would you? Remember our schedule! God, are you never satisfied? First you want me to go down on you and now you don't? Make up your fucking mind!"

He pulled her against him, kissing her. "I want all of it, baby. All of you. After lunch. Sex. Sexual intercourse, Moira. I didn't need to look it up. Coitus. Full fucking coitus."

"Fine, John, now shut up!" She sighed.

"You know, Moira," he added, sulking, "most women, if not all women would gladly take my cock inside of them and thank me for it. On their knees."

Moira sat, irritated. "Damn it, John, stop obsessing! That cock is mine, colonel, and no one else is going to handle or deploy it, or I swear I will follow through on my threat and cut it off and hang it on the wall! Got it? You can deploy it later, in me, all right? Will that make you happy, John? Will it? Because otherwise no one will be happy unless Colonel John Sheppard is happy! Unless Colonel John Sheppard can deploy his fucking cock however he wants! Well?"

John smirked, eyes still closed. "Geez, Moira, all I want is to have sex with you. In you. Deep. Calm down, doctor."

She glared at him, hearing his amusement. His smugness. She hit his arm. "You think this is funny, do you? Son of a bitch!"

He laughed, pulled her down onto him. "Nap, baby. Then lunch. Then...oh then..."