Colonization14
John was fiercely glaring at the laptop. Pure animosity on his handsome face. Green eyes sharp as ice, like daggers. Dangerous. Sexy. Tension in every line of his body, his face. Anger and jealousy colliding. "Fuck," he said low. Quietly. So quietly Moira could barely hear him, as close as she was to him. He met her gaze. Expression softening. "That son of a bitch. There's no way in hell he is every touching you, contacting you, or seeing you again. And if you ever, ever see an inkling of him in me you run. You get as far away from me as you can, Moira. Forget you love me. Just run."
"I...John?" She gently kissed him. Feeling the tension even in his full, succulent lips. "No. I will never–"
"Promise me, Moira. I'll be damned if I ever treat you the way he treats you, uses you, manipulates you. Plays on your emotions, on your love for me. For me! Not him. Me!"
She kissed him again. Snuggled against him. He felt hard, unyielding. "Easy, John. It's all right. I won't leave you. Not for him. Not for anyone."
"I should have killed him when I had the chance," he regretted.
"No! No, you couldn't do that."
"I could. To protect you. I would. I will," he grimly asserted. He kissed her. Stroked her arm. "Moira. Was that all?"
"Yes. That's all." She sighed. Traced circled on his chest as she swung her legs together to sit sideways now. "I...I should go back to, to work."
"No. Stay. Like this." He kissed her lips gently, stroking her back. Holding her close. Feeling her warmth, her softness. Her love. "Moira." He sighed. "Shit. I want to go away with you again. Leave all this. But somewhere warmer this time. No snow."
She smiled. "Okay, John. No snow."
"Good." He closed his eyes. Enjoying the feel of her on him, pressed to him. "We'll be resuming normal mission schedules in a week. Back to normal work days. On to the next crisis."
"That's life in the Pegasus galaxy, sweetie." She kissed him. Ran soft kisses down his throat. "John."
"Um, Moy...last night...wasn't too rough, was it? I mean...if you're–"
"No, sweetie. Not at all. You were perfect. Perfect," she soothed, kissing his throat again. "Even if I was you wouldn't hurt me or, or, or...so...oh. John?" She gently touched his ear. "Shit."
He chuckled. "Yeah, baby. It looks like we beat each up. My ear. My back looks like a road map. Tell me, is your pert little ass red?"
"A little," she teased. "And I banged my knee on the floor when I rode you hard. So hard." She laughed. Squirmed on him. "So hard, sweetie. My God!"
He waited, but she fell silent. "And? Please, baby, please, analyze every little bit of it. Every time we had sex. Rough sex. Let's see. The wall. The floor. The wall again. That chair."
"Hush," she scolded fondly. "Don't you think I know you get off on that?"
"You do? I wondered. Don't stop. I love it."
"I know." She kissed him. Straightened and slid off his lap, out of his arms. "I should get back to work. So should you. And no," she held up her hand before he could protest, suggest, woo, "we are not doing that tonight. Not like that, anyway. I want the bed."
He smiled. "Yeah, so do I, baby. For starters." He laughed as she rolled her eyes. "Meet me for dinner at seven, okay?"
"Okay, sweetie. But no surprises," she warned. Moved to the bathroom.
He leapt from the bed, ran to his room. Procured a surprise for her and left it on their bed. Exited the room to get back to work, anticipating her reaction, whatever it would be.
Moira emerged. "John? Did you...oh." She moved towards the door. Stopped. Looked back at the bed. There was a piece of fabric on it. A very sheer, skimpy pair of panties. A lovely lavender shade. A pink rose was embroidered on the very center of the front of the crotch. Like a floral X marking the spot. The exact spot she realized with a smirk. She turned them over in her hands. Embroidered in pink cursive letters was the legend Property of Colonel John Sheppard.
"John!" she exclaimed, then laughed. Laughed in delight, shaking her head. She returned to the bathroom to put them on. To view the letters splayed across her rear. She laughed again, finished dressing. Anticipating dinner and whatever would follow.
John looked up from his dinner to see Moira in line. He smiled, watching her. He scrutinized her body, trying to imagine her pregnant. Wondered at her reaction to his gift. If she had even seen it. He licked his lips as she sat across from him. "Hey, Moira."
"Hey, John." She began to eat. "Oh! Thank you, colonel."
"Thank you?" he asked warily. Eyes on her.
"Yes. Thank you. For the gift."
"Ah. You liked it, then? I wasn't sure," he admitted with a sly smile.
"And that's why you ran away?" she teased.
"No. I do not run away. It's called a strategic retreat. I thought it was funny, but you...I thought you might be pissed, so..."
"Hilarious, John. It was very funny." He relaxed. "I'm surprised there isn't a matching bra."
He grinned. Lowered his voice. "Negligee. Very sheer. Sexy. With the same message across the front. And can you guess where the two roses are, Moira?"
She smirked. "Strategic camouflage?"
He laughed. "Yes. The perfect shade of rosy pink to match your–"
"All right, sweetie, I get it!" He laughed again.
"You will be getting it, baby. So..." He leaned to his right, trying to see around her, "um, are you wearing it now?"
"Yes. It's very cute. Skimpy, but cute. The words on my–"
"Pert little ass," he finished. "I bet."
"Hmm...you want me to wear the whole ensemble tonight?"
"Yes, Moira. I would very much like that. To thoroughly inspect my property," he teased.
"Hmm...too bad I don't have a similar gift for you, John."
"Oh, you do. Just wait, baby. I've got another surprise for you. Tonight."
"Really? What?"
"No. Tonight." He grinned. "You're going to love it, baby. I promise."
She smiled. "I can't wait, sweetie! Tonight?"
He stood. Leaned close, sang into her ear, "Tonight, tonight, I'm getting fucked tonight."
"John!" she scolded, laughing. "Hey! Where are you going?"
"Prep time, baby. Need some, er, stuff."
"Wonderful," she grumbled, causing him to laugh quietly.
Moira reclined on the bed. Sighed. Impatiently waiting. She fiddled with the pink ties of the negligee John had left on the bed for her. She sat, shoved her loose hair behind her. Resigning herself she moved to the table. Opened her data screen and began to work.
John entered their room an hour later. Smiled. Gaze devouring the sheer lavender fabric. Her bare arms, legs. The fall of her long brown hair. Her feet covered by fuzzy socks. He walked over to her. "Hey, baby."
"Oh. Hey, sweetie. What took you so long?" she asked, feigning indifference. She yawned.
He smirked at her teasing. "Unavoidable reports and new security measures. Believe me, all I could think of was you. In that. Will you let me see?"
"No. I'm going to bed, John. I'm too tired now for any games or even sexual intercourse."
"Games? By games you don't mean Monopoly, do you?" he asked, intrigued.
She looked at him. Bit her lower lip. Deliberately moaned. Held up the manacles she had been concealing on her lap. His brilliant green eyes widened. Sparkled. A grin spread across his face when she produced a bottle of caramel sauce.
"Oh. My. Baby, please tell me you've changed your mind."
She sighed prettily. Stood. Stepped away from the table so he could see the front of the sheer negligee. "You were right, sweetie." S he touched the roses which covered her nipples. "Strategic. And they do match. The color, I mean."
He smiled, staring. Tracing every curve through the sheer lavender material. "Beautiful...my God you are so beautiful, Moira," he said in a hush. Body reacting vividly.
She smirked. "You'd say anything to get laid, sweetie, please. And this, well..." S he lifted the top to reveal the panties. Touched the rose on the crotch. "This marks the spot, sweetie. The exact spot if you take my meaning. Oh! You'll want to see this." She turned, lifted the back of the negligee. Wiggled her rear as the panties hugged it. The words emblazoned across her. "So?"
He groaned in appreciation. Laughed. "I love it. I absolutely love it, Moira. Love you. Love that pert little ass. Such perfection. Moira..." His fingers has just grazed a cheek when she turned, dropping the top to cover her.
"Sweetie, where's mine?"
"Right here, baby," he assured with a wink. A swagger of his pelvis.
She laughed. "No! Well, yes, but I meant my gift. My surprise?"
"What? Oh...you are too distracting." He pulled her into his arms, kissed her passionately. Hands sliding up her back. Then down to squeeze her rear. "Moira," he said low.
She playfully nibbled his lip, pushed free. "Surprise, sweetie, or you're not getting any."
He laughed. "Well, in that case give me five. Wait on the bed for me." He sprinted to his room.
She laughed. "Lose the earpiece, sweetie! I don't want any interruptions. None at all. John, you will need to be quiet. I'm going to tie you up, sweetie. The manacles."
"Chain me up," he corrected, quickly stripping. "What else? The caramel? Ooh...are you going to discipline me, baby? Discipline me hard?"
"Yes, sweetie. Do you want to know how I'm going to discipline you?"
"Hell, yes!" he enthused.
She laughed at his tone. "First, I'm going to chain you to the bed, colonel. Then I'm going to apply the caramel sauce. Then I'm going to work my way all over every delicious bit of you. Then I am going to ply that ordnance of yours until it is rock hard. Rock hard. Then I am going to savor it, suck it, bite it, and then take it into me. All of it. And squeeze so hard you will be begging me to stop. No, you'll beg me to continue until your cock breaks off inside of me."
John groaned as her voice teased, taunted. Lured him like a magnet. He was already achieving an erection and she hadn't even touched him yet.
"John? Do you need some help with that big, hard ordnance already?"
"Hilarious, Moira!"
"I'm serious, sweetie! John! Remember that these handcuffs are pushbutton. Don't you go breaking them with your big, strong biceps. And don't break the headboard."
"Can't promise that, baby."
"John! Don't forget the condom! Wait! Don't put it on yet. I'll do it...eventually. John, is this an elaborate costume or do you just not want to have sex? Do I need to break out the whip?"
He laughed. "Fuck yes! I always want sex, baby." He sauntered out of his room. Towards the bed where she stood. Manacles swinging in one hand, the bottle of caramel sauce in the other.
He swallowed. "Wow. So...what do you think?"
Moira smirked. Laughed, even as her gaze devoured him. The only thing he had on was a pair of boxers. Plum-colored with pink hearts on them. Erection very evident. "Adorable, sweetie!"
"Enough! You haven't seen the best part."
"Haven't I?" she teased, tilting her head. "I thought I was looking at the best part." Eyes roving from his stern expression. Down his long, lean torso. The dark hair on his chest, his arms. Leading her gaze down to his waist, to the band of the shorts. To his long legs. Bare feet. Back to the bulging material at his crotch.
He laughed. "Well, yes, that's true, baby. But I meant this." He turned. Leaned to wiggle his rear at her. The shorts hugged his firm cheeks. Emblazoned in pink cursive writing was the legend Property of Doctor Moira Sheppard.
"Damn right, sweetie!" She laughed heartily, in pure delight.
John laughed, turned to her. Joined her at the bed. "I'd thought you'd like equal property rights, baby. It's only fair, after all."
"Good answer, sweetie." She kissed him. "Oh John! John!" She kept kissing him, pushing him onto the bed.
"Moy, how do you want it?" he asked in delight as she crawled up his body. Hot. Eager.
"Oh, I want it, John. First, though, I want to play. You need to be disciplined."