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 26
copyright 2009 awakethepassion
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He knew that she was going to come after him. He leaned against the outside of the door, keeping an eye on the second hand of his watch. He smiled slightly when the door slid open. "Ten seconds."
Face flushed, she pushed the sweaty strands of hair back from her face and tried to straighten her skirt. "You're an asshole, Sheppard."
He laughed and rubbed his hand over the back of her skirt. "Next time, baby. Next time."
"I'll be damned." She jerked away from him and headed off down the hallway, the heels of her shoes clicking loudly on the tile floor.
With his long legs, it didn't take him long to catch up with her. He settled his arm around her waist and rested his hand on her hip. Leaning close he whispered in her ear. "Tonight, you are going to do whatever I want." He patted her hip lightly. "And since you'll be tied, gagged and blind folded...I really don't think you'll be able to complain about it much."
She pushed at him but he wouldn't move. He kept her close and tightened his grip a little more. "Where do you think you're going anyway?"
"To take a shower and change clothes." She darted a fiery look at him and lowered her voice. "Or don't you think that people will notice your smell all over me?"
"Oh," He grinned. "You mean the smell of my come?" He leaned close and buried his nose in her hair. "I didn't exactly hear you complaining about it when I was pumping it into you."
Her face reddened and he felt the hitch in her breath. They were nearly to their quarters now and he began to rub his hand over her backside, going lower and lower until he could feel the back of her thigh under his fingers. He slid his hand over her, nudging up the hem of the short skirt until he could feel her heat. "Maybe, I should just flip you over right here. I'm sure all these people would get a thrill out of watching you ride my tongue."
He laughed at the way her cheeks began to heat up. He ran his finger over the curve of her lips and pressed his mouth close to her ear. "I've got a better idea." He looked at his watch. "Its nearly lunch time and I've worked up quite an appetite."
He slid his hand out from under her skirt, gripped her wrist in his slick fingers and pulled her around before she could protest. Twining his fingers through hers, he made it look like they were simply strolling together toward the Mess Hall. If anyone had looked close enough they would have noticed that he was practically dragging her along.
Seeing the look on her face, he chuckled and leaned close to whisper in her ear. "Look at all the pretty people smiling at us, sweetheart. They think we're such a cute couple."
"Couple of what?" She hissed back at him.
His green eyes, gone dark with passion, met hers. He smirked slightly and tightened his fingers, pressing his palm against hers. "I'm willing to show them if you are."
Her face flamed but her eyes sparkled with lust and her sex started to weep with want. "The only audience I want is you."
He laughed and let go of her hand. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders he held her close to his side. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. "If only they knew..." He sighed.
"Knew what?" She whispered back and leaned into him.
He felt her shiver when his hand slid up to caress the back of her neck. "How badly I want to bend you over one of these tables, spank your ass and then fuck you so hard that we make the tower shake." He pulled her head back and kissed her hard, snaking his tongue deep into her mouth.
She barely heard the gasps and soft amused chuckles of the people around them. Susan leaned into him, letting her arms wrap around his waist when he pulled her tight against his chest. She could feel his reluctance when he broke the kiss and looked down at her. His erection pressed hard between her thighs and look in his eyes made her so hot that she couldn't stand it. It was an effort not to slide her hands under the waist band of his pants and pull him free so that she could play. She sighed and leaned her head against his chest.
"Nice try, naughty girl." He gripped her chin and made her look up at him, purring sexily at the way her mouth twitched. His eyes glittered and he felt the shiver of excitement run up her spine when he lightly stroked her back. "You can play all lovey dovey in public if you want." He slid his hand down lower over her hip and pressed into her. "But its not going to change my mind about tonight."
"Jesus, why don't you two get a room."
John's head snapped up. Rodney was standing just a few feet away, glaring at them. "We will." John smiled but she heard the snarl in his voice. "But right now, we're going to get a table." He let her go and reached for her hand. He pulled her after him and then stopped and turned back. "Why don't you join us, Rodney?"
"John!" She hissed at him and poked him in the side.
"What's that, sweetheart?" He smirked. "You'd like to get to know Rodney better?" He quirked an eyebrow at the furious scowl on her face. "For me? On isn't that sweet." He wrapped an arm around her and gave Rodney a sardonic grin.
"For who?" Rodney shot her a loathing look and started to push past them into the slowly filling room.
John was close behind him. "Weren't you just telling me this morning how much this lovely, sweet woman has changed me? Maybe you'd like to tell her the same thing you told me." He pulled her around so that she was in between them and lightly rubbed his hands over his shoulders. "C'mon, Rodney. My woman and my best friend.... this could be fun."
She tried to kick him in the leg and he gave her a light, swift smack on the behind. "Watch it, honey. You almost got my foot."
"Be glad it was only your foot!" She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and she turned her head as Rodney quickly looked away. But not before she caught the flare of dislike in his eyes. She turned toward John. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What did I just say?" He said sternly as he picked up a tray and pushed it into her hands. He added a plate and started to fill it. "And don't argue with me unless you do want me to turn up that pretty bottom of yours and spank you right here." Rodney made a choking noise and nearly dropped his tray. John laughed and pushed her after him. "Now, go and make nice before I lose my temper and do it."
Face burning, she followed McKay, her lips curling into a nasty smile when she set the tray down and pulled out a chair. They avoided looking at each other as she sat down and suddenly, the food on her plate didn't look so appealing. She pushed the tray away from her, leaned back and looked anywhere except at the man sitting across from her.
"What's the matter, darling?" John's voice was sugary sweet when he set his own tray down and pulled out the chair next to her. Sitting down, he handed her a glass of tea. "Not hungry?"
"I'm not now." She growled and shot Rodney a scathing look. "I think I suddenly lost my appetite."
"Really?" John picked up his fork and dug into his meatloaf. "After that work out in your office this morning..." He rolled his eyes, winked at Rodney and moaned low in his throat. "Baby, you sure know how to make me work up an appetite. Oh, I almost forgot..." He reached into his pants pocket, pulled out her panties and pressed them to his nose before he dropped them into her lap. "I almost forgot to give these back to you."
Sheppard!" She hissed. Her face flamed and she snatched them up before any one could see and tucked them into the pocket of her lab coat. Feeling like she wanted to drop through the floor, she picked up her glass of tea and tried to seem very interested in the ice in her glass.
"Oh, God! That's disgusting." Rodney's face went beet red. "Sheppard, I'm trying to eat here."
John just grinned and rested his hand on the upper part of her leg, making her squirm and wrap her fingers around his wrist when he started to trail his fingers along the inside of her thigh. He turned, looked at her and grinned wickedly at the look smoldering in her eyes. He pointed his fork at her plate. "I know its not the meat you usually like but you need to eat, baby." He pinched the inside of her leg. "You've got to keep up your strength up."
Rodney looked like he was going to choke. He started to get up but John grabbed his arm and made him sit back down. "Hey," he practically purred. "Don't you know its not polite to act so rude in front of a Lady?"
Rodney's lips thinned and the look on Sheppard's face made him bite back his smart reply. Cheeks flaming, he looked down at his plate and started eating like a starving man.
"In a hurry?" John let go of his wrist and sat back. He speared a bit of mashed sweet potato onto his fork and but before he could lift it to his mouth, the stuff slipped off and landed on Susan's thigh. "Oops...look what I did." He grinned at Rodney, scooped the stuff up with his finger and licked it off. "Now, that is finger licking good."
Susan thought she was going to die and she jumped when Rodney threw down his fork in disgust.
"What the hell are you playing at Sheppard?" He snarled. "Is this one of your sick sex games?"
"Oh, I play at a lot of things, Rodney." John carefully set down his own fork and leaned back in his chair. "But since you mentioned sex games...did you have a particular one in mind? Maybe something we haven't tried yet?"
Rodney gave her a quick glance when she moaned and pressed a hand to forehead, then he turned his attention back to Sheppard. "Is this some type of payback for this morning?"
John was thoughtful for a moment and then he smiled coldly and his voice was very calm. "Do you know how much I wanted to twist your head off and shove it up your ass this morning?"
Rodney blanched. "Sheppard-"
"Shut your yap, McKay. I'm talking now." John grabbed the side of Susan's chair and dragged it toward him, smirking slightly when she gave a little yelp and grabbed onto to his arm before she fell off of it. Several people turned startled glances their way but John ignored them and kept his attention on the man sitting across from him.
Rodney snorted. "If you think I've got time to sit here and listen to your twisted crap-"
Carefully, John pushed his tray away from him and folded his arms on the table. "You, Rodney McKay..." he said very softly. "Are going to sit there and listen to every little word I say." He tapped a finger against his elbow. "And if you open your mouth even once, I can guarantee you that you will leave this table with a lot less teeth than you came here with."
Rodney's face went white. His lips twitched but he knew from the look on Sheppard's face that he meant what he said. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair.
John was quiet for a few minutes and when he spoke his voice was very soft and they both had to lean close to hear him. "First of all, Rodney...I want you to stop looking at her like she's nothing but dirt." He kept tap, tap, tapping that finger on his elbow until the disgusted look slid off of Rodney's face. "That's better."
Slowly, he unfolded his arms and leaned back. "I told you this morning that she wasn't going anywhere and I meant it." John smiled coldly at Rodney, then turned to her with a warmer look and rested his hand on her knee. "You know, I think I just came up with a fabulous idea, Suzie Q." He turned back to Rodney with a sardonic smile. "Since Rodney wants to really get to know the woman in my life and after all, he is my best friend...I think its only fitting that I...I mean we...give him the honor of being best man at our wedding."
Now it was Susan's face that went white. She smiled tightly and rested her hand over his."John..."
"Yes, sweetheart?" He rubbed his fingers lightly over her leg, all the while keeping his eyes on Rodney's face.
"Honey...maybe Rodney doesn't want that honor-" She said sweetly and laced her fingers with his. She saw a look pass between the two men and she frowned. Rodney looked terrified of him. Crap! What the hell had happened that she didn't know about? It had to be something big to make Rodney look like he was going to shit his pants."Maybe-"
"He does want it. He practically told me so this morning." John squeezed her fingers, gave her a sharp look that quickly cut off her protest and then turned to stare back at Rodney. "Rodney, you're our best man and I won't take 'no' for an answer." A positively evil smile curled at the corners of his lips. "And be prepared to wear something light because I'm going to give in and let her have that beach wedding that she wants." He looked at her and gave her knee a light squeeze. "Isn't that wonderful, Suzie Q?"
"Just fabulous." She mumbled. "I can't wait to start making plans."
"That's my girl." He smiled and looked back across the table. "Rodney?" John cocked his head slightly when the other man didn't answer him. "Now, my lovely bride has agreed. You wouldn't want to be the one to disappoint her on such an important day would you? I mean..." His eyes narrowed and his voice dropped to a low rasp. "Its going to be wonderful enough that she's getting me..."
Rodney gave him a stubborn look and crossed his arms over his chest. He was deliberately being an ass and it was starting to make John very very angry.
"Let me put it to you this way." John chuckled menacingly and leaned across the table. "I love this woman more than anything in the world. If her special day gets ruined because you've still got a stick up your ass...I will make sure that you regret it." He tilted his head slightly. "Do you understand me?"
Rodney's eyes went wide then he swallowed hard and gave a sharp nod.
"Good." John settled back in his chair with a smile. "You can leave now."
Rodney's face went dark and he huffed at the tone in Sheppard's voice. "Are you dismissing me, Colonel?"
"I'm going to do more than that if you don't stop being such an ass." He reached out and grabbed the man's arm when he picked up his things and got up from the table. "If she tells me one time that you've been any thing other than polite to her..."
"You'll what?" Rodney snarled and jerked out of his grasp. "Reprimand me?"
"Do you really want to try me and find out?" John replied quietly.
Apparently Rodney didn't because he dropped his tray on the table and turned and left, walking very quickly.
When Rodney was gone, John turned and looked at her. Resting his hand on the back of her chair, he leaned close and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. "I think its time we finished this lunch, don't you?" Picking up her fork he pressed it into her hand then lifted up his own and lightly ran the tines over her throat. "Because after that, I'm going to give you some explicit instructions on what I want you to do tonight." He eased the tines over her chest and flicked lightly at the buttons of her shirt. "And you'd better do exactly what I say."
His green eyes burned into her and she had no doubt that he would do something wicked to her if she didn't obey him. Her belly fluttered at the thought and she had to squeeze her thighs together to keep a fresh wave of cream from streaming down her thighs. Looking up at him through lowered lashes she smiled at him and said something that made the corners of his mouth curl into a pleased grin.
"Yes...Master."