Adaptation8

Moira watched the city grow closer, closer. She frowned. "John? Are you going to answer me, or is this some way to avoid discussing this?"

John lowered the ship through the open hatch. Into the Jumper bay. He landed smoothly. Powered down the systems. "Just so you know I didn't exaggerate my groaning," he informed, checking the readouts again. "Not that much. You had me painfully aroused. I thought I'd never get deep enough, or come quick enough so I couldn't stop."

"Why?" she repeated softly. Watching him as he leaned over to check the control panel. The yellow glow of the instrument panel lent a golden sheen to his face, to his body. "Why did you deliberately–"

"Because. Because it pisses me off when people pry into my private life. Into our private life. Especially into our sex life. Our amazing, wonderful, exuberant sex. If they want to know if you're fucking me or I'm fucking you so be it. Not just sex but mind-numbing sex. Didn't you tell that woman unimaginably good sex? Well, then. I'm sick of all of this bullshit and it ends now. Today. Let them hear how we're fucking each other's brains out, I don't care. As long as they leave us the hell alone and as long as no one says a word to you. Or upsets you." He sighed. Straightened and met her wide-eyed gaze. "What? I suppose you're still mad at me, Moira? It can't be helped. I am sorry if I did embarrass you, or make things awkward for you. I forget how sensitive you are about this kind of stuff. But it had to be done. And as for discretion...screw it."

Moira didn't know what to say. Startled by his outpouring. Amazed. Sympathetic. Enamored. She watched him stand, move to the back of the ship. Checking panels again but really waiting for her response. For any response. She stood, moved to him. Touched his back. "Um...John?

You feel that, that strongly? About it. About, about us?"

"Yes." He turned to her. His arms slid round her, pulling her against him. His back hit the wall, causing a jolt of pain but he didn't care. Entwining his mouth with hers. A long, slow, deep kiss. Tongue searching, seeking. His hands sliding down to grope her rear, to squeeze.

Moira pulled back, practically melting into his arms, against his long, lean body. Breath taken away by the kiss. The passion pulsing between them. "John..."

He smiled. "Hmm...baby...are you still mad at me?"

She smiled. "No, sweetie."

"About time, Moira," he chastised. He kissed her again, freed her to open the hatch. He led her out of the ship.

"Is everything all right, sir?" Evan asked, looking from one to the other.

"Yes, major. Everything's fine." John checked his watch. "About dinnertime, isn't it? I've got to recheck the systems, try to nail down that drive pod. Then get cleaned up. I'll see you in the cafeteria, Moira...in, say, an hour?"

She smiled. "Yes, John. An hour." She smirked as Evan mouthed thank you. Nodded and touched his arm in passing.

Moira entered her room, stared. A bouquet of flowers lay on her bed. Blue and purple irises. In their midst a single red rose bloomed. She smiled, neared. Lifted them to smell the sweet fragrances. She sat on the bed, emotions centering on John.

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John strolled into the cafeteria. Grabbed a tray and filled it. Joined Carson at a table. "Hey, doc.

I...I...um...that is to say I did what you...anyway...um..thanks..."

Carson smiled. "You're welcome."

"Ah, I should have known!" Moira teased, joining them. She sat next to John as he scooted over, giving her room. "Carson!" she gushed, touching his hand. "Thank you. The flowers were a lovely, romantic touch. The perfect arrangement. And the rose...oh Carson, your taste is exquisite! I know it's a cliche but I am quite partial to roses."

"Hey!" John complained. "I gave you those flowers, Moira. I put them on your bed to surprise you."

She glanced at him. "Oh? Well, thank you for delivering them, John. But I know Carson was really behind it all." She laughed as Carson did.

"Hilarious, Moira," John scolded, taking her hand off Carson's. "He may have given me the idea but I followed up on the execution. And the rose was my idea. Mine. You see? That is the last romantic gesture you are getting from me. It always goes wrong."

"Sorry, John," she comforted. Carson laughed.

"I'm serious, Moira. No more. Remember that I am the sex–"

"Guy, got it, colonel." She elbowed him. They laughed. "Don't be so sensitive! Pretend you didn't hear that, Carson."

"Hear what? I'll leave you to it, then. And mind, no vigorous activity, John. I'm serious now. And I am going to start charging for my counseling services." They laughed as he left.

Moira glanced at John. "You need to be...um...careful. Tonight."

He met her gaze, smiled. "Yes. Afraid so. But I can think of–"

"I'm sure you can think of several things, John. No." She considered. "No doubt my bed would be more comfortable. For your back, I mean."

"No doubt," he agreed.

"Well, then...for your back, of course."

"Of course," he agreed.

"Mine. In an hour. I've got work to finish." She leaned close, whispered, "Gentle sex, John. I will teach you a thing or two, sweetie."

"I can't wait, baby. But stop, just stop calling me sweetie."

"Sweetie," she teased, smiled at his pained expression. She stood. "One hour, sweetie."

"Hilarious, Moira," he rejoined.

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John strolled to her room an hour later. Ran his knuckles along the door in an elongated knock. He smiled as she opened it. "Colonel Lover boy reporting for duty, doctor."

She laughed, pulled him into the room. Closed the door. "Very good, soldier. Did you take your pills, Colonel Lover boy?"

"Lorne is so going to regret that," he promised. "And yes, doctor." He eyed the bed. The blankets folded back invitingly. He moved to it. Sat. Laid back and scooted up to the pillows. Sighed. "Ah...fuck. I'm only seeing you because of this bed, Moira."

"So I figured, John," she retorted, smiling.

"Just give me a few minutes here and–"

"No, John. You heard Carson. No sex."

"What? He said no vigorous activity."

"Yes, and we both know for you that means sex, now doesn't it, sweetie?" she teased. Sat close to him and playfully ran her fingers up his thigh.

"Yeah. Moira....tell me about this gentle sex you whispered in my ear. Or was that just a way to get me into your bed?"

She laughed. "It worked, didn't it?" He laughed. She leaned close, kissed him. "You know, John, with you sex is nearly always va-va-va voom."

He laughed. "Full throttle, baby. And nearly so, yeah."

"I'm not complaining. But let me show you something."

"Please do." His gaze wandered over her body, expectant. But instead of undressing she just sat there, considering. "Well?"

"We don't want to hurt your back. We should refrain from any sex." She sighed. "But damn it, John, I want you."

He smiled, touched her thigh. "I want you, Moira. I've wanted you since the Jumper."

"Close your eyes."

"What? Ooh, Moira, is this going to be kinky?" he teased. Grinned. "Please say yes."

"Shut up, John. Close your eyes. Relax. Just feel. No," she pushed his hands away, down onto the bed. "No touching. Close your eyes and just feel."

He frowned. But closed his eyes. "Okay, Moira. Do I need a safe word? Please say yes. Hey, are you going to tie me up?"

"Maybe..."she teased. Kissed him. Pushed his hands back again as they slid up to cup her breasts. "No." She kissed him again, slow, teasing kisses. Savoring his lips. The taste of him. Darting her tongue across his cheek. Along his jaw. Up to his ear to circle, circle and gently nibble until he groaned softly. Down his throat.

"Should I take off my–"

"No. Just relax. Feel," she reiterated, straddling him.

He opened his eyes, feeling her on him. "Shouldn't you be naked by now?"

"John! Close your eyes, soldier! Hush."

He laughed. Sighed. Closed his eyes. "Fine. But I love looking at you, Moira."

She leaned down. Whispered in his ear, "Ooh, John, do you like to watch? How kinky."

He chuckled. She kissed him. Ran light kisses down his throat. He shifted under her, reacting. Moaned softly. She slid up his shirt. Caressing his chest, his waist. The smooth, lean muscles. The hair teasingly coarse, inviting her fingers to roam, to play. She ran her mouth across. Down. Tongue gliding along the purple waistband of his shorts. "Ah...Moira...go on, sweetheart. Take me in and–"

"Hush, sweetie." She undid his belt. His pants. Unzipped. Opened the material to reveal the purple boxers. Smirked.

"No comments," he said, as if sensing her amusement, her affection. "Ah...finally, Moira! I've always wanted you to–" But she withdrew her hand, her mouth.

"Close your eyes and keep quiet, would you?" she instructed. "Do I have to blindfold you?"

He laughed. "Now who is kinky?" He closed his eyes.

She smiled. Kissed his hand, taking it into hers. Slid his forefinger into her mouth and gently sucked to make him groan. Rocking gently on him now. She slipped his hand under her shirt. Into her bra. His fingers took over, caressing and kneading. Molding her breast against his palm as the nipple hardened. He moved as she guided his hand down her waist. To her pants.

"Oh yes...the promised land," he teased, but frowned as she pushed his hand away. "Damn."

She leaned close, kissing him. "Relax, John. Keep your eyes closed and enjoy the ride, colonel."

"As ordered, baby." He moaned, moving under her. Tasting her mouth as it captured his again. Feeling her body rocking on his. Her loose hair tickling his skin as it fell around him. He heard a zipper and smiled. Peeked to see her undoing her pants.

She stopped. Frowned. "John."

"Sorry, baby, but I do like to watch." He smirked at her expression. Closed his eyes.

She sighed, kissed him again. "You are not very good at following orders, soldier. Just relax and enjoy the ride."

"Yes, ma'am," he teased. "I'm already at half salute, baby."

She laughed. "Yes, colonel, I did notice that." She lifted to pull off her pants. To remove her panties. She kissed him again. A long, slow kiss full of passion and promise. She slid her hand into his pants to rub. To caress.

He sighed happily, moving. Erection growing harder at her touch. "Ah...that feels so good," he murmured. He groaned as she ran her mouth along his waist. Tugging at the shorts. Undoing them slowly. "Moira...please...oh baby..."

"Please what, John? My oh my, soldier..." she teased, freeing him. "No, John, don't move! No hands!" She gently pushed him back onto the bed. She kissed him again, lifting as her own arousal spiraled. Flooded in response to his.

"Please, Moira...or I will come all over the bed," he warned. Voice hoarse. Forcing himself to keep his eyes closed. Feeling her body on his. The brush of her lips along his waist again. The scent of her alluring, arousing.

"Well, we can't have that again, John." She freed him from the shorts. Slid over him and took him into her. Began a gentle rhythm. "You can open your eyes now."

He did so, smiled. Frowned. "I was hoping you'd be completely naked, baby." He caught her hips, gently supporting her as she rose and fell. Up and down. Slowly but effectively making him harder, harder. Bringing them closer, closer.

Moira's hands caught his at her hips as she increased the momentum. She pressed her lips together but noises still escaped as she spiraled, spiraled. Flooding desire and pleasure building, building. Feeling every inch of him as she slid along the length of him. Over and over.

"Let it go, sweetheart. I want to hear you. I need to hear you," he encouraged, groaning quietly. Moving with her to aid her, to bring her. To go deeper. Faster. Harder.

Moira opened her lips to release heavy, gasping breaths. Soft moans and inarticulate whimpers. She slowed, sped up. Slowed, sped up. Increasing friction and prolonging the moment.

John moved with her. Resisting the urge to thrust up into her. Letting her direct the pace, the momentum. Resisting the urge to fling her under him and thrust deep inside her. He watched her ride him. Loose, long hair swirling around her. Rosy lips parted. Hard nipples puckering the t-shirt which enclosed her breasts. He listened to her quickening moans. Her breathless calls of his name. Felt her body tightening over him, around him. Easing him in further, faster.

Suddenly she tensed. Moved faster, plunging. Grinding. John's hands tightened on hers as he groaned. Her name escaping his lips in a satisfied growl as he came. Spurting up, up. She clutched, breathing deeply. A crescendo of his name escaping her lips now as she brought herself. Crashing into orgasms that tumbled one after the other. Arching, leaning back to take him as far as she could.

He sat, grabbing her rear and thrust, thrust to fill her. To bring her again as he finished coming hard in her. He kissed her. Tongue thrusting into her mouth. He shuddered. Thrust. Fell back to pull her awkwardly with him. He slipped out of her. She fell upon him. Sprawled, out of breath.

"John..."

"Moira...that was lovely...very lovely...and gentle. But not too gentle."

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, concerned. He laughed.

"No. Not at all. My Moira. Now we can–"

"No." She kissed him. Slid off him. "No more sex, John. Rest."

"But I want to–"

"No." She kissed him again. "Roll onto your stomach. I'll give you a massage."

"Can I at least take off my shoes?"

She laughed. "Oh. Sorry!" She scooted off the bed, pulling her shirt down. Sat with her back to him. Removed his shoes. His socks.

"Thank you." She leaned over to remove hers. "Ah. Thank you, baby...so sweet..."

"Shut up, John," she fondly chastised. Straightened. Debated. Stood and moved to the dresser.

John smiled, watching. "Damn, Moira. You do have the finest ass in Atlantis. I swear." She ignored him, wriggled into a pair of panties. "Oh no, no! You didn't have to do that!" he protested. But she pulled off her shirt. Then the bra. "Ah. But there are compensations," he teased. Frowned as she pulled on a nightshirt. "No, no! You could have been naked, baby."

She laughed at his petulant tone. "Sorry, sweetie." She moved back to him after turning off the lights. "No sex, John. Here." She pulled off his pants. He sat to remove his shirt. Grimaced as soreness laced his back. He scrambled, leaving his boxers on as he slipped under the blankets. She slid in next to him. "Turn." He rolled onto his stomach. She touched his back. Ran her hands up to his shoulders. Began to gently work the muscles. "How's that?"

He smiled, sighed. "Good. Better. You feel so good, baby. Even if you're not naked."

She laughed. Kissed his cheek. "Hilarious, John."

He relaxed under her care. Shifted. Shifted. Laughed.

"You're not...John? Are you..." she asked, suspicious.

"Afraid so, sweetheart. I can't help the way you arouse me."

"Ignore it. Stand down, colonel. Put that thing away, would you? We need to sleep."

He laughed. "Not yet. Ah...lower. Right there, oh yes! Right there, Moira..." he growled as he hands moved to his lower back.

She sighed, but massaged. Kissed his shoulders. "There, sweetie?"

"Yes. But don't call me that. And that's not helping my other, um...situation. Just remember, Moira...it's your fault if I wake up in the middle of the night with a hard-on. The way you shove that pert little ass into me, it's like you're begging me to take you like that. Do you want me to take you like that? That pert little ass?"

"I want you to sleep, John. No sex. Not until you are better," she remonstrated.

He sighed. "Damn. Ah...that feels good."

She smiled. Her leg slid against his as she worked the muscles. "There." She kissed his shoulder. Swatted his rear.

"Hey! That's harassment, baby!"

"Yes, it is, flyboy," she agreed. She snuggled next to him, pulling the covers over them as he rolled onto his side to face her. "John...are you going to set your alarm?"

"Huh? Is that code for something kinky? Oh...you mean my watch? No." He kissed her. Hands gliding over her body.

"Stop it! You need to sleep! No? But, but you...you always..."

"Not any more, Moira. I told you." He kissed her again. "Now...how about a little midnight delight, hmm?"

"John!" She laughed, batted his hands off her. "Stop it. I guess you'll have to sleep in your own bed until you are completely healed."

"No. You have the better bed."

"Then I'll have to sleep on the floor, I guess. You, stop it!" He laughed as she caught his hands. Freed her nightshirt from them as he was shoving it past her thighs. "John, will you behave? No more sex until you are better. And we better sleep in separate beds because of your wandering hands."

He laughed. Kissed her. "Okay, doctor. If you insist. But I bet you break first. Come on to me and after me to take you."

She laughed, snuggled against him. "Oh, really? I bet you do, John. I bet you come on to me and after me to let you take me."

"No. I can make you come with a look, remember?"

"But I have the better bed. And the pert little ass."

He laughed. "True. Damn. Still...you'll invite me before I invite you."

"No way, flyboy. You'll cave first. You'll see."