Sheppard On Top Chapter 25, a stargate: atlantis fanfic

Disclaimer: All characters of StarGate and StarGate Atlantis belong to their respective writers and MGM. This is a work of fan fiction. I just want to play with them for awhile.

Chapter 25

John Sheppard was not a happy man. Striding down the hall to his office, he kept his eyes straight ahead and the fierce look on his face kept anyone from speaking to him, much less even looking at him. As he walked along he kept slapping the note she'd left on the pillow against his leg.

Damn it, how could she do this to him? Especially after last night? Well, he was just going to have to have a little talk with Miss Susan Walker. He did not exactly appreciate waking up and finding her gone and some sorry note telling him that she was heading to her office early so that he could spend time with his team.

His lips thinned angrily. It would have been nice if she had waited until he was awake. But no...she'd snuck out and left him snoring. And no matter how great the sex had been last night, it still galled him when he thought about how she had walked off when he had told her to stay at breakfast that morning. Even if she had been pissed at Rodney-

"Sheppard! Hey, Sheppard! Wait up a minute! I need to talk to you!"

John felt the coffee he'd had that morning start to burn in his belly. Crushing the note in his hand, he jammed into his pants pocket. "Whatever it is, Rodney...I don't want to hear it." John stopped in front of the door of his office and turned around as Rodney came up behind him. "Unless its an apology, keep it to yourself because I am not in the best of moods and I do not need to hear any of your shit right now."

"I thought I did that already. The apology thing." Rodney stopped a couple of feet away from him when he saw the expression on Sheppard's face. "Look, I told you that I didn't mean it. I was only teasing."

"Ya know," John pointed a warning finger at him. "I didn't believe it yesterday and I sure as hell don't believe it now."

"Sheppard, what the hell has gotten into you?" Rodney dared to take a step toward him then he stopped and looked around him, realizing that people were stopping to stare. "Look, I know you're angry but I really don't think that the hallway is the best place to discuss this."

"Like I give a damn what you think." John snarled and waved his hand over the door control. "And if you're really as god damn smart as you claim to be, you do not want to be alone in a room with me right now."

"What's the matter?" Rodney shot back at him. "Girlfriend not give you enough last night?"

John stopped just as his door opened. Whirling around, he grabbed Rodney by the arm and practically yanked him into his office and shoved him into a chair. "What the hell is wrong with you, Rodney? Didn't I tell you yesterday not to push this?"

"You told me not to push her. You didn't say a damn thing about pushing you." Rodney flared back at him.

John squeezed the tips of his thumb and first finger together. "You are coming this close to getting your fucking face punched in."

"Go ahead and do it then." Rodney held his chin up. John hesitated and Rodney laughed. "Ha! Just what I thought. She's got you so whipped...you're not even the same John Sheppard anymore."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" John's eyes narrowed angrily. "Are you calling me-"

"Hell, yes I am! When did you suddenly get so stupid?" Rodney sniped. "Oh, I forgot. You're so hung up on your Susan Walker that you can't see what kind of namby pamby wuss she's turning you into."

"Rodney-"

"Face it, John. You know I'm telling you the truth." Rodney got up from his chair but he kept some distance between them. "Why don't you take a look at yourself sometime? You might actually see what I'm talking about."

"You're just spouting out this shit because you don't like her." John's fingers curled into a fist. "And you don't like the time that I spend with her."

"You're right." Rodney nodded. "I don't like her...and I don't like what she's doing to you. She's turning you into a whipped dog and that's not you."

"Whipped dog? You son of a bitch-" John roared. The tendons in his neck stood out and a tiny little vein in his forehead started to throb. "Susan was right. You are jealous." He barked a laugh. "Well, here's some news for ya, buddy boy. She's not going anywhere but if you keep this up...you will."

"Don't threaten me, Sheppard."

"It's not a god damn threat, Rodney. Its a promise." John stalked around his desk and sat down. He flipped open the cover of his lap top and began to rifle through the papers on his desk. "Now get the hell out of my office before I lose my temper and kick your ass straight off the top of this tower."

"Sheppard..."

John gave him a cold look and when he spoke his voice was dark and dangerous. "Get out."

"We'll talk about this later." Rodney snarled.

"No. We won't." John said softly. "And I'm going to tell you right now. Susan Walker is going to be my wife. Keep sniping at her and I will wipe the floor with your sorry ass."

Rodney's face blanched. John could tell from the look on his face that the man knew that he'd crossed the line but still his lips twitched like he wanted to say something.

"Rodney," John rested his hands on the edge of his desk and dug his fingers into the hard metal. "I would suggest that if you want to keep anything that even resembles a friendship with me, you will turn around and walk out that door while you still can."

Back stiff, Rodney turned around and left.

John sat back in his chair when he'd gone and huffed out a sigh. "God damn it!" He shouted, picked up a glass from his desk and smashed it against the wall. Shards went everywhere but he didn't bother to even try and clean it up. Leaning his elbows on the edge of his desk, he rested his forehead on the back of his hands and tried to calm his anger but it was no use. Getting up from his chair, he started to pace in front of the window, glass crunching under the soles of boots.

Why did it nag him that Rodney was maybe a little right? Ever since Jake...he forced himself to think it...and Sharon, he'd been acting like she was precious glass. Watching her every move, afraid to let her out of his sight because he thought that something was going to happen to her. He'd let his fear make him soft and if there was one thing he was, it was definitely not soft.

"Shit! I am such a fucking idiot." He slammed his hand down on the desk. When had it all changed? Okay, he knew when it had changed. Nearly loosing her had made him want to cuddle her and keep her close to him because the guilt had been too much. But now...he loved her, needed her. He wanted to make her his wife, make her a permanent part of his life. And yes, he admitted to himself...in some way he wanted to own her. Hell, he shook his head. He knew how he wanted to own her.

And he wanted things back the way they had been. He still remembered the first time he'd seen her. He'd been coming out of Elizabeth's office when he'd looked down over the railing and seen her standing below, fresh through the Gate with that obvious newbie look on her face. That first moment, when she'd looked up and seen him, something had stirred in him, some attraction that drew him toward her. Maybe it was that hungry spark of lust that he'd seen in her dark whiskey colored eyes that made him want to wrap his fingers in her dark curls and taste every inch of her.

But he'd made himself wait. For months he'd followed her, keeping just out of sight so that he could watch her, all the while knowing that she was just as interested in him as he was in her. Watching her on her nightly runs had been pure torture for him. Just seeing her in those tight little pants and that skin hugging top that showed off the full curve of her breasts. His mouth had watered with the thought of gripping her firm round ass and burying his face between those luscious breasts.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, his breath catching in his throat when he thought of cradling one of those firm breasts in his hand, tugging the pert rosy nipple into his mouth so that he could suck at her like a greedy child. He rubbed his hand over his face and chuckled softly. Finding out that she was just as kinky and warped as he was had nearly blown his mind. She'd always tried to hide it, giving him that sweet demure smile and acting so innocent before she finally gave in and let him take what he wanted. Then she had started to defy him. That had made his blood race because of the way she'd taunted him and teased him until he was aching to have her.

And right now, he was aching. He eased his hand over his growing erection and a grim determined smile started to grow on his face. Slowly, he got to his feet and headed for the door. If he wanted to be true to her then he had to be true to himself and to do that he had to be what Rodney claimed he was.

He had to take back some control.

He was imaging her naked and on her knees in front of him when the door slid open and he nearly collided with a smiling Evan Lorne.

"Morning, Colonel. I was hoping you'd be in your office."

"What is it, Lorne?" John frowned slightly. "And what are you doing here? I thought you still had a few days of vacation left."

"I do." Lorne replied. "But I...ah...finished that little project you asked me to do for you and since you were back...I was wondering if maybe you had a few minutes to look it over."

"Little project..." John thought for a moment and then he smiled slightly. She wasn't going to go anywhere just yet. "Oh, yeah. That." He waved a hand. "I've got a few minutes. Lead the way."

"Great." Lorne smiled. "Its in my quarters. I thought it would be best to work on it there so that you know..." His face reddened a little and he didn't say another word until they were in his quarters.

"Is that it?" John looked at the cloth covered canvas set up on an easel near the window. "That's pretty big."

"Well, you did say portrait size." Lorne whisked the cloth off to reveal the painting underneath. "I just hope you like it."

John's breath caught in his throat. "Lorne...I don't really know what to say. It's...hot."

Lorne's face got even redder. "Well, I tried to go by the photo as best I could..."

"Well, I'd say that you did a damn good job." John stepped closer. He reached out a hand and then stopped. "I don't now what else to say except Thank You." He did touch it then, his finger lightly curving over the shadow of her breast where his arm had rested over her. "You even got her..."

Lorne cleared his throat. John looked up at him and had to bite back the laugh that rose up in his mouth. "I'll tell you what." John took the cloth out of his hands and spread it back over the painting. "Let's just keep it here under the cover until I'm ready to...give it to her."

The younger man looked embarrassed at the emphasis John put on those last words but he nodded.

"Okay." John slapped him on the shoulder. "She's going to be taking another trip back to the mainland in a couple of days with Teyla. You're taking them down, right?"

Lorne nodded.

"Fine. I'll come by and pick it up that morning, hide it in my office and once you're gone I'll hang it and then follow you down. Sound like a good plan?"

"Real good." Lorne tried to hide the relieved smile on his face but couldn't quite do it.

John resisted a laugh. "Okay, then. Now, if you'll excuse me I have something I need to take care of."

The good feeling he had lasted until he stepped out of Lorne's quarters and into the hallway. Suddenly, everything that Rodney had said came rushing back and his lips curled into a frown. With determined steps he headed for the section of the tower where her lab was located.

She was sitting at her desk, fingers flying over her keyboard and she looked up, a smile on her face, when the door opened and she saw him standing there. Her forehead wrinkled and she frowned slightly when she saw the look on his face. "I guess you're in a pissed off mood. I did leave you a note-"

"Shut up." The door closed behind him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned back against it. "Get your ass over here and lock this door."

"Excuse me? She stopped typing and looked up at him, one eyebrow raising slightly. "What did you say?"

"If I have to repeat myself..."

She snorted, looked away from him and started typing again. "You've got the Ancient Gene. Lock it your own damn self."

The way she was trying to ignore him made his blood boil and his cock twitch hungrily. "Fine." He growled. "If you don't mind your assistants walking in here and catching me screwing the hell out of you, then I don't either."

"Like you're going to get that chance." She growled back at him and nodded her head toward the door. "Go back to your office and cool down, Sheppard. I'm busy."

"Have it your way." He uncrossed his arms and moved away from the door. In three quick strides, he was behind her. Reaching down he wrapped his hands around her upper arms, pulled her back and lifted her out of the chair. "Last chance."

She tried to wiggle out of his gasp. "Fuck you."

"No, baby. That's what I'm going to do to you." He half dragged, half walked her toward the couch and the he stopped and changed his mind. Flipping her around so that her back was to him, he shoved her against the wall and nudged his knee between her thighs.

Grabbing her wrists, he placed her hands flat against the wall. He could feel her heart racing when he pressed against her, lifted the hem of her lab coat and skimmed his hands over her hips.

"Good damn thing you wore a skirt. Its gonna make this so much easier." he growled and nipped at her earlobe. "But you left before I got up this morning and since you didn't let me watch you get dressed-"

"Sheppard, what the hell has gotten into you? Let go of me-"

She rocked back against him but he only laughed, gripped her hips and kicked her feet apart. "Its not about me, sugar. Its about..." He chuckled darkly. "I guess it is about me since I'm about to get into you."

He lifted her skirt and made a disappointed sound when he saw the white cotton panties she was wearing. He shifted to the side, pressing his groin into her hip. Digging his fingers into the soft cotton he yanked them aside, baring her ass to him.

"Looks like this is gonna be a tight fit but I think you can handle it." He rubbed a rough palm over the smooth satin of her skin before he dipped his fingers inside her slippery wet folds.

He purred when she pressed her forehead against the wall. She was moaning softly, beads of sweat dotted her face and he leaned close so that he could flick them off with his tongue. "Mmm..." he murmured. "Even your sweat tastes sweet."

He ran his hand over her back. She'd pulled her hair back into a pony tail and he curled the lock of hair around his fingers. He yanked, pulling her head back sharply and making her gasp when he sank his teeth into the soft skin of her throat. He felt her tremble and his erection grew harder. It had been a long time since he'd done this and the rush of power made him press into her even harder.

"Why did you leave?" He scraped his teeth over her skin, nipping and sucking until she hissed.

"I told you..." She tried to press against his arm. "Stop it, John..."

"No." He pulled her body tight to his so that she could feel his cloth covered erection. He roamed his hands over her body, grazing his teeth across her neck and sliding his hands under the lab coat so that he could pinch and stroke her nipples through her thin uniform top. He smiled a wicked smile when she shivered and arched into his hands. "I know you want this."

"John, please..." Her voice wavered as she lifted her hips, rubbing back against him so that his erection nestled against the curve of her ass.

"Why. Did. You. Leave?" He pinched her nipples between his fingers and squeezed, making her moan with pleasure. "And don't tell me that its just because you wanted me to spend more time with my team."

"It's the truth." She panted out as she let go of the wall and leaned back against him, resting her head on his chest. "I thought...I thought you understood that...you agreed."

"I'll tell you what I understand, Suzie Q." He squeezed her nipples until she let out a little hiss of pain and then he let go and cupped her breasts in his hands, tracing his thumbs over the swollen tips. "I understand that you left me in bed and all alone. Especially after I told you that I wanted you with me."

"But you said..."

"I changed my mind." He let his fingers travel over her ribs and then reached back to undo the buckle on his belt. "Now put your hands back on the wall." When she hesitated, he smacked her on the ass...hard. "Do it. Do it or I'll bend you over the back of that couch..." He stopped for a second and an even better idea came into his mind.

Grabbing her arms, he turned her around so that she was facing him. Sliding his hands back under her skirt, he gripped the lace edge of the panties and yanked them down over her thighs. Quickly, he stripped them off of her and before she could move he was on his knees in front of her, his tongue darting out to slip between her slick folds. He sucked at her hard, drawing the little nub between his lips and then licking along the length of her slit. She tried to tangle her fingers in his hair but he grabbed her hands and held her, still eating at her until her hips were jerking back and forth, making his tongue rasp hard and rough across her clit.

Not satisfied with that, he got to his feet and shoved her back against the cushions. Her skirt hiked up around her waist and the sight of the light dusting of curls, wet from his mouth and her juices made him crazy. He unsnapped the button on his pants and yanked down so that his shaft sprang out and slapped hard against her belly. She arched her back, digging her fingers into the soft cushions of the couch when he pushed his pants down around his knees and slipped his hands under her knees.

He pulled her legs up and open, giving a loud grunt when he slammed his hard male heat into the fiery furnace between her thighs. She clutched at him hungrily and he groaned long and loud. Still holding her with one hand, he slid the other over her belly, tugging at her curls before he slipped his fingers into her and began to stroke her. He let out an animal-like noise, his hips grinding into her and she turned her head, sinking her teeth into the soft cushion to muffle her screams as he exploded and filled her with his hot come.

Letting go of her leg, he sank down on top of her and rested his elbows on the arm rest of the couch, holding her down with his weight. Lightly, he brushed the sweat soaked strands of hair back from her face, kissed her hard and then climbed up off of her.

"That was for smart mouthing me yesterday when I told you to stay." Chest heaving she watched him as he did up his pants, her eyes never leaving his fingers while he redid the buckle on his belt. He moved toward the door and then turned back, smiling when he saw the lust blaze up hot and dark in her eyes.

Reaching down, he picked up her panties from where he'd dropped them on the floor. At first he started to toss them at her then he smiled and held them up to his nose, inhaling her scent. Then he grinned wickedly and tucked them into his pants pocket. "Tonight you'll get your second punishment for leaving me this morning."

Then he turned around and left, leaving her lying there with her skirt around her waist and his seed pooling between her thighs.