Propagation12
"What?" Elizabeth stood, alarmed. Opposing viewpoints momentary forgotten. "Is she all right? Is the baby all right?"
"Yes. They're both fine now," John assured, "and will continue to be fine. Moira gets all that she needs for her work." He turned, stepped past Rodney.
Rodney whirled, followed his friend down the stairs. "What happened, John? What happened between Moira and Lorne? And you're sure she's all right? You're sure the baby's all right? Did you know about this? Was it a mission? Was it–"
"It's handled, Rodney," John assured, moving towards Moira who was standing by a console, watching. Worry on her face. "Moira, you can–"
"Handled? How? John, what the hell happened? I swear if Lorne hurt Moira in any way he'll have me to answer to!"
John smiled. Turned to the anxious physicist. "I'll let him know that, Rodney. Thanks." He turned back, took his wife's arm. "Let's go, Moira. I was saying that you can–"
"And the baby, John! You need to make sure that nothing happens to that baby! Your baby! I'll make sure of that too, you can rely on me!"
John met his earnest gaze. "Thanks, Rodney. I'm sure between the two of us we can keep Moira and John junior completely safe. Now," he turned back to her, "as I was saying, you can–"
"Good. Don't worry, Moira, everything will be fine," Rodney assured.
Moira smiled. Moved to him. Kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Rodney." She took John's arm, led him out of the control room. "Now what are you trying to say, colonel? What did you say? To Evan, I mean. It didn't take that long..."
"I was succinct," John stated.
"Oh. Still, you, you didn't pull a gun, or shoot him. Or hit him? Did you? No. You...you did something. Did you threaten to...oh my God! John, did you threaten to kill him?" Her voice fell into a hush as they stood in the hallway.
"No. Don't be ridiculous, Moira. I didn't threaten. I promised."
"John!" she exclaimed. "Look, I was, I was upset. I overreacted! I overreact to everything these days! I–"
"Oh. Okay, then. Guess I was wrong," he said mildly, guiding her down the hallway. "I thought you minded having another man's tongue in your mouth."
"John! No! I mean yes! I mean no! Of course I hated it! There was no tongue! I never said there was tongue! I was talking about your tongue earlier and I think you got confused and I where are we going?" she rambled, as they turned the corner away from the living quarters.
"What I was trying to tell you, baby. You can do your work. Get what you need. It's handled. Sorted. No more stress, sweetheart. You know what I need right now?" he asked.
"A beer?" she guessed. "Oh John! You, you sorted it with Weir! I can have my samples and–"
"Yes. You can have whatever, Moira. But yeah, I need a beer. Maybe two. And oh."
"Oh?" she asked, as he suddenly guided her gently against a wall.
He smiled. Kissed her, stepping close. Closer. "And sex. Sex with Moira Sheppard. Maybe even, oh, I don't know...icing again?" He raised a brow, making her giggle. "I'll clean my ordnance just for you, baby."
"Hilarious, John. You–"
"That's if you can take all of me, like before. As big as I am. The biggest ever, right?" he teased, brilliant green eyes sparkling.
She snorted. "Shut up! You would remember that! In my defense I was drunk, er, drugged."
"Whatever. Even so it was the truth." He kissed her. "Just the memory of that makes me so fucking hard. I want it, Moira. Do you? Do you crave it, baby?" He ran his mouth along her throat as his hands slid along her sides, her hips. "My Moira, so fucking sweet," he intoned against her skin, in her hair. "So fucking beautiful my cock aches for you, baby."
She laughed, pushed him aside. "Shut up, John! You and your considerable ordnance! The most incredible cock in the galaxy, I swear!"
He laughed. "Damn right, baby, and don't you ever forget it. So? Can you take it, baby? Can you take the stick?"
She laughed. "Not right now, sweetie! Actually...I'm hungry."
"Hungry? Oh. Okay. Hey," he sidled up to her as she turned, began to head for the cafeteria, "I've been thinking, baby. About this new, exciting taste you've acquired. You know. Something big and hard. And long. And sticky. Better than caramel syrup even, right?"
She snorted. "Stop it, John!" She elbowed him, moving to get some food. John grinned.
Moira sat at a table with Carson. She stabbed her fork into her food.
"Um, Moira, I think it's already dead," the doctor noted.
"What? Oh...sorry. I'm fine," she said to his concern. "It's all right. John."
"What's he done now?" Carson asked tiredly, but smiled.
"Nothing. Just being a man," she retorted. "He can be so damn infuriating one minute, and then so wonderful the next!"
"Yet she comes back for more. And more." John joined them, sat down next to her. Scooted her over until she was almost against the wall.
"John! Go sit somewhere else! What are you doing here?"
"Eating lunch, Moira, the same as you." He eyed her full plate. "Just not as much. Ow!" he complained as she elbowed him. "Not even Rodney eats as much as you do now that ow!"
"Shut up! You! You and your–"
"Damn sperm, yeah, Moira, I know. The whole base knows," he boasted with a smile. "Hey, Moira, I do like to watch you eat. Especially popsicles."
"Shut up!"
He laughed. Carson shook his head. "John, don't antagonize your wife."
"You know, Carson, this isn't going to be over soon enough!" Moira complained. "This is a very inefficient method of procreation, of propagation."
John smiled. "It may be inefficient but the methodology is quite, quite pleasurable."
"I was talking about the reproduction itself, not the sex," she chided icily.
"Oh. I see. Still," John said, voice lowering, "you should see my back It's a road map."
"John," she warned.
He ignored her. "A road map of pleasure," he confided with a grin, a wink.
Moira swore. "Will you shut up! Carson, I'm sorry!" she stated as the men laughed. "He's in a mood!"
"I'm in a mood?" he taunted.
"Where was I? Oh yes, reproduction. I was trying to have a scientific discussion if you don't mind, colonel," she informed, glaring at him.
"So was I," John quipped.
"No, silly," she patted his hand, "you were discussing sex. Now let the grown-ups talk about reproduction, there's a good boy." Carson laughed. "Where was I? Oh yes. It seems very inefficient. I know it's a more evolutionary, advanced method to propagate the species but the gestation period is way too long! And then you have a helpless infant that requires round the clock care for an extended length of time. And though it does make the societal bonding more cohesive it still is–"
"Don't you worry, sweetheart," John interrupted. "My son. He'll be self-sufficient, like me," he boasted.
She sighed. "Carson, don't you agree?"
Carson smiled. "I'll take your word for it, love. You know far better than I ever could."
"Of course she does, doc. But let me tell you this. Even a biologist doesn't know everything, right? What was it you were discussing earlier? Oh yes. Something about cravings? Size ratios? Comparisons that you've made, with limited data to be sure, but nonetheless you reached the conclusion that you have never tasted a bigger, harder, or even longer hey!"
Carson laughed as Moira dumped the entire contents of his plate onto John's lap. She glared at him. Stood. "John Sheppard! I swear to God if you don't stop talking about that I will treat it like it is a popsicle and devour it in one bite! And then hang it on the wall like a fucking trophy! Got it, colonel?"
John smirked. "Um, yeah. Got it, doctor. Mrs. Colonel." He sighed, eying the mess on his lap. "I would have to choose something messy today."
Moira and Carson laughed. "Serves you right, flyboy. Now scoot! I've got work to do, and you need to change your pants."
John scooted out, stood. "You know, Moira, if you want to help me with–"
"Not another word or I will dump your precious beer!" she threatened.
"Whoa there, Moira!" John held up his hands in surrender. "No need to employ drastic measures!"
She turned. Moved to him. He froze, not knowing what to expect. But she smiled. Kissed him. "Thank you, colonel. For getting me what I need to work. Carson?"
The doctor nodded. "Aye, love. Wraith lab. I'll be along presently." He waited until she had left. Turned to John who was wiping at his pants with a napkin. It was a futile effort as he was soaked with food and sauces. "I take it you had Elizabeth's orders rescinded?"
"Yes," John answered. Met his gaze. "Whatever Moira needs. And you are to help her. I can't believe you refused her."
"I didn't. I was just following the mandate. To be honest I am quite intrigued by what she is working on and we need to see where it leads."
"And the other? The double?" John asked quietly.
"So far, nothing. There's very little in the database, but I'll pursue older records. So far there have only been scattered references. Anything concrete has been expunged."
John frowned. "Of course it has. The Ancients would want to cover up their dirty little secrets."