Title: The Mating Instinct
Date: 20th June 2007
Author: Kazavid
Chapter: 5/6
Rating: M
Pairing: John Sheppard / OFC Alexandra (from Doppelgänger)
Archiving: None
Warnings: Sexual Content
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Yes
Disclaimer:Stargate Atlantis and it's character do not belong to me.
Summary: Can Alex cope with Sheppard's darker side, when he can't control his passion for her.
A/N: This is a one-off story written for Debby, who wants to see a slightly out of control Sheppard.
THE MATING INSTINCT
CHAPTER 5
Alex tugged at the belt, maybe she could get it to loosen, and then pull her hands free. She took a quick glance at John, and found him staring at her with a brooding look on his face. She stopped what she was doing, she didn't want him coming over. She saw him take a deep breath and then turn away and start pacing again. She got on with trying to loosen the belt.
He was trying to keep away from Alex, trying to stop these crazy thoughts of getting her pregnant, out of his head, but it wasn't working. He looked over at her and saw that she was trying to get her hands free. He knew he'd gone too far, but he wasn't about to rectify it. Instinct was the driving force behind all of his thoughts and actions, and he didn't have the strength to go against it.
He paced around some more, but that didn't last long, within a few minutes he moved towards Alex. He just stood there and stared at her, his body was intensely aroused...
"Untie my hands." Alex asked him, nicely.
"I don't think so." he told her.
"Why not?" she asked, watching him laugh.
"Because this way I don't have to fight you to do what I want." he said, moving to stand astride her waist then drop down to a kneeling position over her.
"Don't you dare!" she said when he started to push her t-shirt up. He stopped what he was doing and smiled at her,
"Why? What are you going to do?" he asked, he loved getting her riled up, loved the way her eyes sparkled with fire as she glared at him.
"Untie my hands and I'll show you." she bit out.
"No, I'll show you what I'm going to do instead." he pushed her t-shirt up over her head, and left it stretched between her wrists. She saw the flare of desire in his eyes.
He lowered his head down to kiss her, but Alex moved her head to the side. So he pressed his face against her cheek and moved across pressing hard enough so that she couldn't turn her head away from him. He captured her mouth with his, wincing at the pressure on his split lip, but it didn't stop him, he carried on kissing her, hungrily.
"Want me?" he asked, lifting his mouth fractionally from hers.
"No." she stubbornly answered.
"You will do." he told her.
"Sure of yourself aren't you."
"No, just you."
He grasped her face in his hands and began kissing her over and over, each successive kiss lasting a little longer than the last, each kiss a little more passionate than the previous. His hands trailed down her neck, along her collarbone and down to her breasts which were already tingling and sensitive. Cupping her breasts in his hands he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, trying to arouse her.
Alex was desperately trying not to react, but she couldn't stop herself from moaning at his caressing touches.
He smiled with satisfaction when he heard her moan, then carried on caressing and kissing her. He knew Alex wasn't in the mood for love making right now, knew that he shouldn't tease and manipulate her in to accepting him, but he couldn't stop himself.
He stroked his lips down her neck and across her shoulder, stopping when he reached her breasts, where he slowly teased each nipple in turn moving from one to the other, alternating between them, giving them both the same loving bites and kisses. He kissed his way down to her stomach, biting and suckling as he went, stroking his tongue across her skin and causing her to shiver and moan.
"You like that?" he asked, already knowing she liked it. Alex tried not to respond.
He lifted his head up to look at her, and laughed when he saw her eyes burning with anger and promises of retribution.
"Still love me?" he asked her.
"I wouldn't ask that question of me right now, if I were you." she told him, her eyes spitting fire at him.
He scooted down her legs till he was sitting just below her knees, unzipping her pants he started pulling them down. He caught his breath and groaned when he realised that she didn't have any underwear on. He dragged her pants and boots off, being careful not to get kicked by her.
He moved to lie at the side of her, kisses her while he let his hand stroke across her body. He knew just where to touch her to get a response from her. Letting his hand trail down her stomach to her thighs, he reached between her thighs to see if she's ready for him, he groaned with frustration when he found that she wasn't. He's desperate to make love and doesn't know how long he can hold back. He started caressing her, stroking his hand across her, reaching his fingers inside, but Alex clamped her legs together, stopping him.
"Alex, let me." he growled against her neck. "Come on, I don't want to hurt you." he groaned when he realised he was losing it. He couldn't wait any longer to rouse her. Opening his mouth he sank his teeth in to her shoulder, biting down hard enough to make her cry out, make her forget to keep her thigh muscles tensed. When he felt her relax he pushed her legs apart, quickly settling his body between them.
Even through his pants the heat against his erection seemed intense, he pushed his pants down and freed his hardened length. Resting on his elbows he pushed his hips back and forth over her.
"Do you want me?" he asked her again, she still didn't answer him.
"Say yes." he told her, kissing her mouth and cheek.
"Come on, you know you want to..." he rasped harshly, he couldn't wait any longer.
He positioned himself against her and slowly pushed in, entering her body inch by inch until she was completely filled by him. He felt her wincing and tried to hold back from thrusting against her but it's proving to be too difficult.
"Alex...I can't..." he groaned, reaching his hand down to rub and stroke her clitoris, trying to arouse her more. He couldn't keep still, couldn't stop himself from drawing his body back and then thrusting in. He could feel Alex's body trembling as he moved against her, he's not sure if the whimpers coming from her are due to pleasure of pain, but he doesn't have any control.
"Can't stop...need..." he gripped her shoulders for more leverage, as he increased the pace of his driving body.
He felt like he'll never stop wanting her, as he drives his hips against her, he knows as soon as he releases his seed in her, it will start all over again, that relentless need to love her. Yet, knowing this, and understanding it, still doesn't give him any control over it. He continued thrusting hard and fast, he felt her body responding to him.
Alex cried out as the tightness in her groin increased. Her body shuddered and her back arched as she pressed her hips against him. The increase of pressure on his shaft as Alex came, caused him to buck and jerk with his own climax, releasing his seed deep inside Alex. It took a while for him to calm down. Wrapping his arms around her in a crushing hold he kissed her.
"Untie me." Alex whispered, tugging her hands against the belt.
"Not finished." he murmured closing his eyes and falling in to a light sleep.
She tried to inch her body back towards the bars, but it's a little difficult with John draped over her. She needed to ease the pressure on the belt, see if it's loosened any. She'd been pulling on it so tightly during lovemaking that her wrists felt sore, surely she'd managed to loosen it a little bit.
Pulling back a few inches she felt the belt loosen on one of her hands. She immediately tried to free her herself, which she did after some manipulating of her hand. She slowly untied her other wrist, being careful not to waken John up. With both hands free all she had to do now was get from beneath John without him waking up.
He had his arm flung across her and his leg resting on her thighs. She edged sideways, bit by bit, until her torso was free. Then she eased her legs from beneath his. Getting up quickly she moved over to the door and pulled her clothes on.
Fully dressed she hesitated before opening the door, wondering if those vicious little creatures where still out there. Slowly she opened the door, ready to slam it shut it if they were still there. They weren't. She'd just pulled the door closed behind her when she heard John.
"Alex..." she heard him shouting.
She took off down the corridor and heard the door behind her being jerked open forcefully. She turned to see him coming out of the room. She sped up. As she turned the corner, she slammed into something and recoiled back. Not looking at who or what, she'd bumped in to,
Automatically assuming it was Lorne, she started hitting out. It was the harsh grunt that halted her attack.
"Alex, what the hell are you doing?" Ronon shouted, grabbing her hands.
"Ronon?"
"Where's Sheppard and Lorne..." Ronon asked, but he didn't need an answer as John came skidding around the corner.
Alex moved to stand behind Ronon's back, her hands grabbing hold of his shirt.
"Ronon!" John said, surprised at his presence.
"Sheppard, are you alright?" Ronon looked at Sheppard, he was shirtless and covered in small cuts.
"Me, I'm fine. I just need Alex." he told him, trying to move around him to grab at Alex.
Ronon stepped sideways blocking him from reaching her.
"What are you doing?" John bit out.
"I don't think Alex wants you touching her at the moment." Ronon told him.
"Sure she does, she just needs a bit of persuasion." Sheppard tried again, reaching around Ronon to grab at Alex.
When Sheppard wouldn't give up trying to get Alex, Ronon twisted Sheppard's hands behind his back and put restraints on him. He turned to the two marines who where with him, and told them to take Sheppard back to Atlantis. As the marines dragged Sheppard down the corridor he kept looking behind, shouting for Alex.
"Aren't you going with them?" Ronon asked her.
"No, I don't feel comfortable going back with anyone else. I'll wait for you." she told him, not really trusting anyone else at the moment.
"Fine, where's Major Lorne?" he asked.
"He fell through a hole in the floor, so he should be in one of the rooms down here."
"Fell! Is he hurt?"
"I don't know, probably."
"Didn't you check?" he asked her.
Alex gave him a wary look, "He was a bit aggressive at the time so I didn't chance going near him." she said vaguely.
"Are you alright, Sheppard, and Lorne, they didn't hurt you, did they." Ronon asked, only just noticing the baggy t-shirt, which was obviously not her own, and the dark markings on her neck and arms where bruising would eventually show.
"No, I'm fine." she coughed, she didn't want to start explaining what had gone one.
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They found McKay in the central chamber, deciphering the writing that was beneath the drawings on the wall.
Ronon and the two marines who were with McKay went in search of Lorne, leaving Alex and McKay together.
"So do you know what this place is?" Alex asked him.
"From what I've been able to decipher so far, and from the test results that Beckett has done, the only way I could describe this place, would be to call it a fertility clinic." he told her.
"A fertility clinic?" Alex grimaced.
"Yes, it..." McKay looked at her, "Oh, yes, while you've been here, Beckett managed to run a few tests and found out quite a bit. Apparently Major Lorne and Marks activated some kind of panel, and became immersed in a cloud of gas. I'm guessing it was a panel like those ones there." he said pointing to the two panels on the floor.
"Yes, that would be the panels." Alex confirmed.
"Well the gas targets the reproductive system, it causes an increase in the male hormone, which makes them more..." McKay, broke off when Alex suddenly butt in.
"Sex mad, energetic, aggressive." she bit out.
"Yes, but how..." McKay, frowned at her accurate description, then he seemed to realise why she would know. "Oh, did er...did Colonel Sheppard,...did he...step on one of the plates." he asked.
Alex gave him a killing look, which caused McKay to redden and quickly look away, he didn't bother waiting for an answer, he just got back to deciphering the writing.
A short while later Ronon and the two marines came back, with Lorne in tow. Who wasn't that badly injured, he just had a sprained ankle and a sore shoulder. When Lorne spotted Alex he glared at her, and started saying how she'd nearly killed him.
"Me! Nearly killed you?" Alex shouted at him, "Who, was chasing who?" she shouted, then listened to Lorne go on about how she'd tricked him. She saw the way Ronon and McKay were listening to Lorne's description, and were coming to some conclusions of their own, as to what had gone on.
The two marines took Lorne back to Atlantis and Alex waited with Ronon while McKay finished deciphering some more of the writing.
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ATLANTIS
When Alex got back she told Doctor Beckett she was fine, but he insisted that he needed to check her over just the same. She avoided going to the infirmary until she'd showered and changed clothes. She made sure her top was high necked and long sleeved.
She had a quick briefing with Doctor Weir, giving her a summary of what had gone on. Although she didn't exactly tell her the whole story, she left a good part of it out.
She entered the infirmary and saw John and Lorne lying down, restrained. Some of the things they were saying to the female nurses had her cringing with embarrassment.
"Alex, how are you feeling." Doctor Beckett asked her.
"I feel OK."
"Did you have any problems with Colonel Sheppard, or Major Lorne?" he asked, and saw her look away from him.
"None that I couldn't handle." she told him quietly.
"Alright then, we still need to run tests. So if you could lift you're sleeve up, I'll get one of the nurses to take some blood samples."
Reluctantly she lifted her sleeve up. He stared at the slightly darkening skin on her wrist where it was starting to bruise.
"How did this happen?" he asked her.
"John, he held on to my wrist a bit too tightly." she said dismissing it. Beckett didn't push her on the issue.
She told him about John's obsession with getting her pregnant, but he said that wouldn't be a problem with her having a contraceptive implant, but he said he'd run some tests just to be sure.
"Will they be alright?" she asked, nodding to John and Lorne.
"They'll be fine once the gas has left their system. They'll probably have a bit of a headache and some memory loss, but that will only be temporary. Then they'll be their normal selves." he told her, sighing when one of the nurses slapped Lorne's face.
"If you'll excuse me Alex, I need to have a word with my nurses." he left her to have her blood taken by another nurse.
Alex didn't go near John, she knew she'd probably do what Beckett's nurse had just done to Lorne, so she kept away. As soon as her blood was taken she left the infirmary and went to bed for some much needed sleep.
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She was in the mess hall sitting with Ronon, McKay and Teyla when John came strolling in. His eyes immediately focused on her. Alex tensed, she hadn't seen him since yesterday. He smiled, he was back to his old charming self, she realised.
"Hi, I missed you." he said, sitting in the seat beside her and resting his arm around her shoulders.
Alex flinched in pain. The pressure from his arm on her painfully bruised shoulders, was too much.
"Sorry, are you alright?" he asked, lifting his arm up quickly.
"Fine, just a little bruised." she said, trying to dismiss it.
"Let me see." he said, pulling at the neck of her jumper.
When he grabbed the zip at her throat she pulled back.
"No!" she quickly said, which had him frowning, "You can see it later." she told him trying to get his attention away from looking at the bruising right now.
"When we're alone." he whispered in her ear. Alex just nodded.
"I don't remember much of what happened yesterday, mind filling me in." he asked.
Alex told him he could read the mission report that she'd given to Doctor Weir, earlier on.
"Sure." he said, wondering why she didn't just tell him herself.
"Come on I fancy a walk after being locked in the infirmary all night." he grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from her seat.
Alex yelped in pain as his hand closed around her wrist.
He immediately let go of her. "What the..." he shouted at her cry of pain, narrowing his eyes. "I thought you told Beckett that you weren't hurt?" he queried, thinking something must be wrong if she was in pain.
"I told you it's just a bit of bruising."
She wouldn't look at him so he knew she wasn't telling him the truth.
"Come on." he said taking hold of her hand he led her out of the mess hall and along the corridor to his room.
"Why are we here?" Alex asked warily, if he thought she was...
"Show me the bruising." he told her, standing in front of the closed door.
Alex pushed the cuff of her jumper up and showed him. He could see the tell tale finger marks of dark bruising that showed across her skin. Then he grabbed her other hand and pushed the sleeve up and saw the same bruising there. She could see him trying to remember how she'd gotten bruised.
"Did Lorne do this?" he asked, but as soon as he'd asked it he remembered that he'd tied Lorne up. "Did I do this?" he asked.
"You weren't exactly yourself." she told him.
He reached for the zip of her jumper and pulled it down, Alex tried to swat his hand away. He ignored her. As soon as the zip came down he could see the bruising, he pushed the neck of her jumper aside and saw even more bruising.
"Take it off." he said, wanting to see exactly how much bruising she had.
"What for?"
"Just take it off, or I will." he told her, standing there waiting for her to do as he asked.
She pulled her arms free and lifted the top over her head. She heard the harshly indrawn breath as he caught sight of the bruising.
"Why didn't you say anything?" he asked, looking at the amount of bruising on her body.
He walked around her, groaning when he saw the amount of bruising on her. Right in the middle of her back she had a full hand print. He saw finger marks curving over her shoulders. Moving closer he traced the bruising across her shoulders with his fingers, frowning when he looked closer at some of the bruises.
"These are bite marks." he commented, turning her around to look at him.
"I bit you?" he asked incredulous, he couldn't believe he had no memory of doing such a thing.
"I think you need to see Beckett."
"No I don't, I'm alright, it's just bruising." she said pulling her top back on.
"Come on." he pulled her out of the room.
"I told you I don't need to see Doctor Beckett."
"I think you do." he said, keeping a tight hold on her hand.
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"Colonel. What can I do for you?" Beckett asked him.
"I think you should take a look at Alex."
After some persuasion Alex finally showed Beckett the bruising.
"Why did ya not say something before." Beckett asked her as he surveyed the bruising. He looked closer at the bite marks. "The skin does nay seem to be broken, do you mind if I ask how you got them?" he asked.
"It was me." John told him. Beckett raised his eyebrows.
"Well as we've learned the gas targets the reproductive system, and increases the instinct to mate. That's why Major Lorne and you couldn't stop yourselves from acting like you did. And as we know, in the animal world, the male of the species often uses biting to control the female, or to make her more submissive to the act of mating, hence the biting." Beckett said, explaining why John had the urge to bite all the time.
When Beckett looked at her wrists he was puzzled by what she told him. When he'd first seen the marks he'd accepted her story that Colonel Sheppard had gripped her wrist tightly.
"The bruising around your wrists isn't consistent with someone just using their hands to restrain you. The markings indicate that something else, besides hands, was used." he remarked, his eyes looking towards John.
"Did I use the plastic restraints on you?" John asked, as he desperately tried to remember.
"No, you didn't use them on me." she told him truthfully, but she didn't actually say what he'd used.
"The bruising is too wide to have been caused by the plastic restraints." Beckett told him.
Both of them were looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to tell them what had been used.
"Alex!" John shouted exasperated by her silence.
"Alright!" she shouted, "It was a belt." she admitted.
"Aye, that would do it." Beckett sighed.
John turned around and stared at the cabinet against the wall, suddenly he kicked it in anger and frustration, the loud crash reverberated through the quiet infirmary. Turning back he stared at Alex.
"Why didn't you just shoot me?" he asked her.
"Like you would have shot me." she said knowing full well that he wouldn't have done.
"I didn't mean shoot to kill me, you could have just shot me in the leg, that would have stopped me from hurting you."
"It never crossed my mind to shoot you." she said. "Thinking about it now, it's a good idea, and could have worked, if I'd thought of it at the time, but I didn't"
"Did the Colonel do anything else?" Beckett asked her as he glanced at John and saw him quickly look at Alex.
Alex jumped off the bed and grabbed her top, she pulled it on, not answer Beckett's question.
"Alex, I got the results of your tests back." Beckett told her before she rushed off.
"Already." she asked.
"I rushed them through."
"And." she asked.
"Would you like Colonel Sheppard to leave." he asked her.
"I'm not going anywhere." John said stubbornly.
"No, it's alright, he can stay." She said knowing how stubborn he could be.
"Well you say that you never inhaled any of the gas in. But from our tests, which I ran twice to be absolutely certain, you have a very high, and when I say high, I mean very high, concentrate of the gas in your system."
"How can she have the gas in her system if she didn't breathe it in?" John asked.
Beckett already had an idea how the gas had gotten in to her system, but from the mission report that Alex had given to Weir, she'd stated that her and the Colonel had only had sexual intercourse once. But that was improbable given the amount of gas the tests had shown her to have in her system.
"Alex do you have anything you'd like to add." Beckett asked her, when she didn't say anything he carried on. "OK, I'm assuming, with some evidence, that you and the Colonel had sex more than once." he said watching her face flush. "The problem is the gas was carried in to your system by Colonel Sheppard's sperm, and once the gas was introduced in to your body it set about making a more acceptable environment for conception. We've found out that the gas has a detrimental effect on the contraceptive you have implanted."
"Meaning what exactly?" Alex suddenly decided to speak.
"It means that the amount of gas you had in your body has managed to absorb, and nullify, the effects of the contraceptive."
"So you're telling me even though I have a contraceptive implant, I could still get pregnant." Alex asked incredulously.
"Yes." Beckett confirmed.
Alex glared at John.
"It wasn't my fault, you said so yourself." he blurted out when she looked at him like she wanted to kill him. He was still trying to remember what had happened.
"It's not really the Colonel's fault, it's just an unfortunate accident." Beckett told her.
"Accident!" Alex shouted, "I'd call once an accident, maybe even twice, but five times. I'd call that downright deliberate." she spat.
Beckett almost choked at Alex's revelation, and John had the good sense to blush. He couldn't remember one time let alone five.
"Well...that explains the high amount of gas then..." Beckett said, watching as Alex started to walk towards Colonel Sheppard.
"You are so gonna pay for this." Alex told John.
He started backing up as she advanced towards him.
"Now come on, you know I couldn't help it. Beckett told you I wasn't in control of anything I did, besides, I don't even remember what happened." he said holding his hands out in front of him, just in case she decided to strike.
There was nothing he could do but run, he ran out the door and along one of the corridors, Alex in hot pursuit. When he passed one of the doors that sectioned off the corridors he passed his hand over the panel and caused it to shut. But she only had to pass her hand over the panel to open it, so he held the two sides of the door together.
Then he spotted Lorne coming towards him, limping.
"Hey Lorne, hold this door for a bit would you." he asked.
"What for?" Lorne asked warily.
"I just need you to hold it shut for a while, give me a chance to get away."
"Get away from what?" he asked.
"McKay." he lied, then as soon as Lorne had hold of the doors he ran.
Lorne managed to hold the doors for all of 30 seconds, then they opened revealing, not McKay, but Alex. Lorne paled at the sight of her, then blushed, he'd remembered most of what he'd done and he felt embarrassed.
"You!" Alex shouted when she came face to face with Lorne.
"Alex...I was just..." he tried to apologise but he didn't get to say much. Alex hit out and punched him in the face. Covering his nose with his hands he felt the blood running between his fingers. He watched her walk off, leaving him bleeding all over the floor.
"When I find you John Sheppard, you're gonna pay for this." she shouted down the corridor.
TBC...
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