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Rodney rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Why didn't I ever think of that? Geez, if I had thought of that we could have stopped the Wraith cullings years ago! Oh well, good thing you just thought of that now, isn't it, John? It can't be done! Not on any scale–"
"What about for one person?" John countered, ignoring the sarcasm. "If you applied the tech in that tracking device, or the one from that Wraith worshiper you had a crush on, then you–"
"I did not have crush on her!" Rodney flared, glanced uncomfortably at Moira. "Really, I didn't, I don't–"
"Interrupt the culling beam on a specific level, a specific person with a different frequency," John suggested. Waited.
"Huh. If I could do that, and that's a big, big if...it would only work with one person in one specific location...you...oh." He looked at Moira again. "That's how he took her out of the city and located her in the first place. The culling beam on his ship, which we couldn't track. So–"
"Yes," John confirmed. "Find a way to make it happen, Rodney. And soon. And find a way to shut down that anomaly."
"Which is the priority?"
"Both."
"Both? You think I can–"
"Of course you can, you can multitask quite well under pressure. I've seen you," John assured, taking Rodney's elbow and guiding him to the door. "I need both ASAP. Go."
"All right, all right, I'll see what I can do!" Rodney grumbled, but was actually anticipating the challenge.
Moira waited until the physicist was gone. "John, do you really think the colonel's going to come back here? He's in the middle of a war!"
He turned to her. She was standing near the table, hugging herself. Appearing worried. Uncertain. "He will, Moira. I know him. He won't come today, or tomorrow. But soon. He'll come back for you. Trust me on this. And we need to be ready."
His words sent a chill through her. "But, but what...why...wait! Is that why you've been so, so...is that why we've been having endless sex? So you are with me?"
He smiled. "Partly," he admitted. "Mainly because I love sex with Moira Sheppard and want her. Every inch of her. Let's check out the Chair. Come on, sweetheart. Unless you're not feeling up to it."
She stared at him. "I...okay, John." She pushed her conflicting emotions aside. Followed him down the hallway. Frowned as a woman passed them. Her smile directed at John. The obvious invitation. "John...how many?"
He inwardly groaned, played dumb. "How many what, Moira?"
"Hilarious, John! How many of your lots some women are here now?"
"Why the hell are you still asking me that?" he snapped, entering a transporter. Waited until she had joined him. He touched the screen. "Well?"
"Well?" she echoed as they exited. "How many?"
"How the hell would I know? A few are, I guess..." he evaded.
"How many?" she persisted, following him down the hallway.
"Why does it matter now? We're married, for God's sakes!" he flared.
"Then tell me! Don't be so sensitive! It's not like I'm taking names to conduct a quality control panel," she taunted. Glaring at his back as they entered a room.
He smirked, but turned to face her. Frowned. "And why the hell would you need to do that, baby? Well?" He folded his arms across his chest.
"It was a joke, sweetie. Maybe," she added to irritate him.
"Ha ha. You want the truth?" he challenged.
"Yes. Don't you always tell me the truth?"
"Yes. Yes, I do. I've never lied to you, Moira. Or tried to conceal my past, um, flings." He moved to the Chair. Squatted at its base. "I think this is the panel."
"How many?" she persisted, hands on her hips as she watched him. The olive pants outlining his firm, round rear in distracting detail.
He sighed. "Let me think! It's not like a have a roster in my head!"
"Good to know, John. I suppose that would be a pretty long roster, now wouldn't it?"
"Fuck! Moira, a roster of Atlantis personnel currently stationed here! Not a roster of women I've slept with! And yes, it would be pretty damn long. Happy now?"
"Yes, I'm ecstatic, can't you tell?" she snapped at him. "It's just a question."
"Just a question. Just a question," he muttered, irritated. He removed the panel. Examined the keypads. Tapped out the sequence. "Bingo." A second panel opened. "He's added some intel, but I'll have to access it via the Chair." He stood, ignored her. Could feel her glare nonetheless. He sat in the Chair, reclining back on the hard surface. Hands on the arms. "Okay, here we go." Hearing her sudden snicker he looked over at her. "What? What is it now?" he snapped.
She smirked. "Nothing, sweetie. Just..."
"Just? Just what?"
She licked her lips. "Just...the way you are sitting there...so...I have this irresistible urge to climb all over you," she purred, nearing slowly. Eyes roaming along his body. "The way you are sitting there. It's so inviting. Kind of slutty."
"Slutty? Are you calling me a slut now?" he asked, scowling. He raised a brow. "Ancient Chair sex, huh? We'd probably implode the city."
She laughed. "True. Sorry, John...must be the enzyme. Go on."
"Yeah, right." He closed his eyes, shifting on the hard seat. Felt the tendrils of power in his mind. Accessed them carefully, searching. "Anything?"
Moira was staring at him. His long legs, knees bent, boots on the floor. Legs parted slightly. The pants clinging to his every muscle. Outlining every attribute of his lower body. Hips. Thighs. Everything. "Wow. If you had a hard-on it would be quite visible at this angle," she commented.
"Moira!" His eyes flew open as the power surged. "Shit!" He powered it down. The lights faded.
"Sorry, John," she snorted, trying not to laugh. "Please, continue."
He smirked. Gave her a scolding look before closing his eyes. Shifted on the Chair, oddly self-conscious. He concentrated, relaxing. Feeling the power, guiding it. A star field appeared in the air above him. "Anything?"
"A field of stars...planets..."
"Good. Let me concentrate..." His brow furrowed.
"Wow, sweetie...at this angle even without a hard-on you are quite impressive. And obvious."
The power surged dramatically. "Moira! Damn it!" He opened his eyes to glower at her. Saw her playful gaze fixated on his body. Her head tilted in a flirtatious manner. She nibbled her lower lip, eyes locked on his crotch. The pants molded to his now stirring cock.
"Colonel Sheppard? We're detecting an energy spike in the–" came a warning voice.
John tapped his earpiece. "I know, I know! It's me. It's all right. It's under control. Just um, testing, is all."
"Testing what?" came the irascible voice of Rodney. "John, what the hell are you doing?"
"Testing a new system, Rodney, that's all. It's fine. As long as Moira behaves herself," he added with an admonishing look in her direction.
"What new system? We don't have any new systems! I'm on my way! How many times do I have to tell you not to play with Ancient tech?" he fumed.
"Sheppard out!" He glared at Moira. "We don't have much time and I want this intel classified. Got it, baby?"
She sighed. "I wish I had it, sweetie...it looks so long, so hard...well, not hard enough but so–"
"Stop it!"
"–big in those tight, tight pants, colonel," she continued, ignoring his reprimand.
"I am going to spank that pert little ass blue, baby," he threatened, pretending to be angry but actually pleased she was acting more like herself. Enjoying her teasing, her flirtation. "Focus on the star field and not on my cock. Got it, baby?"
"Yes, sir. Focusing, sir."
"Good. Control yourself, baby. I promise you can have my cock in a few. Okay." He forced himself to relax, to shunt off all arousal, all sexual anticipation. The star field appeared again in the air. Planets circling. He opened his eyes. "Wow."
"It's like a chart. Some are in red..."
"Com here and touch the Chair. The Chair," he clarified for emphasis. Smiling.
She pouted, but touched the Chair's arm. The map brightened in colors. Was sharper. "Look! I've seen this before, the chart I mean. The Stargates on the planets, right? Isn't that Pleistocene Park? And the waterfall planet?"
"Yes." He studied it. "Hmm...M35PF7...that's odd. Not a usual designation for us. Odd. Or not. It's on the same grid as the waterfall planet...let me memorize the coordinates and see if I can place it in our own galaxy here..." The star field changed, shifted. "Ah...we are a little different but not much...see how the rotation of the planets is slightly off compared to the other one? Interesting. So that means this mystery planet is located in grid nine, sector C...got it."
The star field abruptly disappeared. The room became darker as the lights faded. The Chair duller as its occupant powered it down, off. He moved off the Chair and closed the panels. Shot to his feet hearing footsteps.
"John! What are you doing with the Chair?" Rodney demanded, entering. "What new system did you access? And why don't I know about it?"
John moved past Moira, swatting her rear on the way. "Nothing, Rodney. Just a drone check," he smoothly lied.
"A what? A drone check? What the heck is a–"
"Military stuff. Boring, you know," he shrugged. "Okay, okay, it wasn't a drone check," he admitted to Rodney's glare. "Moira. Moira wanted to have sex on the Chair so I–"
"John! I did not!" she objected, but he kept talking.
"–tried not to power it up but she really got me going so the ATA gene went–"
"John, shut up! I did not–" she tried again as Rodney looked from him to her and back again.
"–wild and I had to power down, so to speak." He grinned. Confided. "she likes it wild sometimes, you know, real–"
"John! You are so not funny!"
Rodney sighed. "Whatever. Don't play with the Chair. Or on it!"
"Sorry, Rodney. Moira." He grabbed her hand, pulled her out of the room, trying not to laugh at her flustered, annoyed expression. "What? What did you expect, baby? All that come-on talk about me and my cock."
"You never answered my question, Colonel Tight Pants! How many?"
He turned. Pushed her gently against a wall and kissed her passionately. "Want to take the stick, baby, because believe me, it's more than ready for you now."
She smiled. Ran her hand up his chest, gently pushing him back a bit from her. "You know what's interesting, John?"
He smiled, hearing her playfulness. Her eyes roving over him before meeting his gaze again. "No, Moira, what is interesting?" he asked.
She slid her hand down his chest, down his waist. Down to catch, to fondle his stirring cock. "What's interesting, Jo-hn," she drew out his name in a salacious manner, making his smile broaden, "is that as big, as long, as hard as you can be you still are able to deploy that stiff ordnance of yours inside of me. All the way inside of me. Repeatedly. You'd think it would be too big. Too long. Too hard..." she said each word slowly, "but it's not. Don't you find that interesting, John? Hmm...your cock sure does," she teased, fingers enclosing on him. Squeezing, squeezing until he groaned.
John's eyes were locked with hers. His hands on her upper arms, pinning her gently to the wall. He licked his lips slowly. "Yes, Moira, I do find that very, very interesting. But you forget."
"Forget what, John?" His voice was low, a husky edge to it that she found arousing. Her fingers stroked along the length of him as his pants tented in response.
He smiled. Her voice breathless, soft. Desire audible. "You forget, my Moira, that your sweet, sweet center is always prepped for me. No matter how snug, how tight I can always find my way there. I can deploy as deeply, as hard, as fast as I want because you are always so wet, so fucking wet when I take you. Repeatedly."
She shifted, body reacting. Smiled. "Repeatedly, sweetie?"
"Repeatedly, baby," he assured. "Hmm...it must still be tease John's cock day the way you are handling me," he noted wryly, moving a little as her fingers were playing a delicious melody along his increasing erection. "The question is, though, are we going to have sex or not? Considering how pissed you were yesterday, yet now you are practically pulling me into you."
"Hmm...I know...it must be the enzyme, sweetie...the residual effects now that I purged the virus or whatever it was. Does it really matter, John? Does it matter to you why I want to have sex with you now?"
"No, not really, as long as you do," he admitted with a grin. Footsteps. He cursed, trying to turn but Moira had a firm hold of his cock and wouldn't let go. "Moira! Damn it!"
She laughed, squeezing as she slid her hand down the length of him, then freed him. "I thought you liked it rough, sweetie?" She stepped close, whispered in his ear, "don't you want it, John? Don't you want to deploy that hard ordnance in my sweet, sweet center until you ease your burden of command?" She kissed his ear, bit.
"Fuck," he muttered, turning back to her. He grabbed her arm, pulled her into room, any room. Darkness swallowed them as he closed the door. He turned to listen but Moira sidled in front of him. Pushed him so his back was against the wall. She slid to her knees in front of him. She undid his belt, his pants. Unzipped. Tugging roughly as the pants all but trapped him. "Moira? Moira, no," he said gruffly, her fingers plying him now, pulling him out of the pants. His shorts still contained him as her fingers glided, glided.
She stopped. Looked up at him to see him staring down at her. Handsome face serious, but his brilliant green eyes were smouldering with desire, arousal. "No? I think your cock may disagree with you, colonel. Shall we ask it?"
"I said no."