Survival of the Fittest4
Laughter emitted from the biology lab. John paused in the hallway, scowled. He had hoped to find Moira alone. The presence of others thwarted his plans. He watched as Katie emerged. "All right, all right, I won't take the entire lab!" she called jovially. Smiled as she passed him. "Colonel Sheppard."
"Doctor Brown," he replied amiably. He entered the lab. Smiled. Closed, then locked the door. Moira was alone. Squatting near a table, searching for something in a lower cabinet. She leaned, lifting her rear to search in the dark recesses. The khaki pants hugged her rear tightly, deliciously as John neared quietly. He waited until she was backing out of the cabinet, something in her hand. He grabbed her rear, squeezed.
Moira yelped. She dropped the flask as she straightened. Glass shattered on the floor. "Damn it, John! That is John, isn't it?" she teased, voice breathless as his hands kept kneading, squeezing.
"Hilarious, Moira. That pert little ass was just asking, no, begging for my–
She whirled, slid her hands up his chest, kissed him. "Hilarious, John! Damn it! What the–"
He frowned, pretending anger. "That wasn't very discreet, O'Meara. The socks," he reminded.
"As discreet as closing the lab door, colonel?" she countered.
"That's different. That's military prerogative."
"Oh? Is that what you call this? Your hands on my ass are a military prerogative?"
He grinned. "Absolutely, baby. Mine."
"You–"
"Later," he interjected, mouth claiming hers. "I locked the door," he murmured into her ear as he freed her rear to slide his hands up under her t-shirt. Under the bra to fondle, squeeze. Found her nipples already reacting to him.
Moira lost her breath as a hot wave cascaded down her lower body. A tremble of desire hit her frame. "Oh John," she gasped, kissing him eagerly, rubbing her body against his. She smiled, stepped back and met his lascivious gaze. "You–"
"It's that pert little ass, baby. I just have to have it," he explained. Hands sliding down to her pants. To unbutton. To unzip. "Full throttle," he informed huskily, already half erect and pressing against her clothes, her thigh.
She scowled, momentarily put off by his words if not his actions. "Don't call me baby."
He laughed, slid his hands along her hips. Into her pants and panties. Simultaneously yanking them both down. She gasped as the arousal came fast. Hot. Wet. She lifted one leg, bent a knee so he could slide the garments off one of her legs. His eyes were locked with hers. She was breathing quickly, heart racing.
He touched her thighs, but his hands veered round to grab her now naked rear. He lifted her onto the table, shoved papers, data screens aside rapidly. "Moira," he said intently, "I've always wanted you like this."
She obligingly slid her hands down to undo his belt, his pants, his boxers as his straining erection fought to be free, to be inside her. She opened her legs so he could move closer. "Really, John?" she asked breathlessly.
He freed her rear to grab her wrists. To kiss her. He pushed her onto her back. "Yes, Moira. It's one of my sexual fantasies. Except in it you have nothing on but a lab coat. Hope this is not too kinky for you," he teased against her skin. He freed her hands to caress her breasts under the shirt as he thrust his body along hers. One hand wandered down to see if she was ready.
Moira nearly cried out as his fingers tauntingly brushed against her. She grabbed his shoulders to pull herself upright. To kiss him. "Really, John?" she repeated. "It's one of mine too...except in it you have nothing on but those two holster thigh straps." He laughed. She smiled. "Well? Are you going to take me, John, or just–"
He groaned, as her words released any momentary constraint. He plunged into her, groaned with relief. Grabbed her wrists and held her down but his grip was gentle. She squirmed, moaned as the inevitable spiraling began. The friction growing, growing. The pleasure coming, coming.
"John, John, don't go full throttle just yet! Wait. Wait! Slow," she directed, body lifting, writhing to join his. The table was hard, unyielding under her. Cold to her skin.
"Damn. I don't think I can wait," he complained hoarsely. Thrusting, thrusting, tension coiled tightly in his body. Demanding release. "Oh Moira, Moira, tighter. Tighter!" he urged.
Moira clenched on him, making him groan. She squirmed, whimpering as he moved faster, faster. She was about to cry out, the orgasm hovering just on the horizon when there was a loud knocking on the door. She froze. Gasped as John stopped, suspended halfway between arrival and departure. Cursing he rested on top of her, breathing heavily.
"Son of a...." he muttered angrily.
Moira tried to move but this only produced another promise of release, of pleasure. "What?" she managed to call. She hoisted herself further onto the table, to half lift. To grab John's shoulder and glance awkwardly at the door.
"Doctor O'Meara? The door is stuck!" Matthew Parrish called from the other side.
"Shit," she complained. "John, you–"
"So am I," he muttered. "Fuck." He took a few deep breaths, pulled out of her. Causing more murmurs and squirming. Delicious sounds that did little to dampen his enthusiasm. Cursing angrily he straightened, leaned against the table as he sorted his clothing. Restrained his lusting body.
Moira jumped off the table, yanked on her panties and pants. Zipped. Buttoned. Smoothed down her shirt and reached under it to fix her wayward bra. She ran to the door. "Hang on, Matthew! I'm coming!"
"You were," John grumpily asserted.
Moira ignored his comment. "I think the door is stuck!" She whirled to see John nearly assembled. She smirked, turned and unlocked the door. "Try it now."
The door whooshed open. Matthew stared at her disordered hair, flushed face. "There. Thank you, Moira. What happened?"
"I...I dropped a flask." Her breathless voice calmed finally.
"It was my fault." She whirled to see John sweeping the broken glass into a dust bin. "I was debriefing Moira rather intently and I seem to have startled her," he explained in complete sincerity. He stood, strode towards them.
Moira stared lustfully as his disordered hair, frustrated expression. The awkward way he was moving. She smirked, trying not to laugh at his discomfort. He met her gaze, eyes narrowing in a warning. "Yes, it was very intense," she agreed.
"I need to finish debriefing you. Yours. Now." Without another word or even waiting for her reply he strode out of the room.
"Yes, colonel, just give me a moment," she called after him. Amused. She turned to Matthew. "Do you have everything you need, Matthew? Katie told me you convinced Weir to give the go-ahead to this mission."
"Yes," Matthew smiled, proud of himself. "She took some convincing, but in the end science won out again. I am go glad she is the leader of Atlantis and not some military bigwig. Aren't you? Was your debrief about our mission?"
"No. The colonel had another mission in mind," she stated, forcing herself to keep a straight face. "I really should go and see what else he wants."
"Moira!" Katie returned. "Do you have the data files on the moss? I can't find them."
"I've got a copy in my..." Moira started to answer before catching herself. Cursed inwardly.
"Good! Let's grab yours and I can make a copy."
"Okay." Moira acquiesced worriedly. Led the other woman to her room. "Make sure you have plenty of specimen bags and vials," she instructed as they reached her door. She waved it open.
"And we should probably test the water in case the absorption rates have oh my I knew this was a bad idea," she stammered.
John had been waiting in her room. Finally had sat on her bed, laid back. Briefly amused but now just irritated. Frustrated. Tense as his body all but demanded release. He had undone his pants, his boxers, had quietly laughed at the anger Moira would display if he came all over her bed. As the door opened he looked over expectantly, a glib retort on his lips.
Moira's last word seemed to hang in the air as she took in the sight of a very disheveled, very aroused man on her bed. She backed up out of the room, nearly crashing into Katie and closed the door. She turned. "I just remembered! I gave it to Carson, and he should have a copy. Try the infirmary. I'll double check here just in case."
"Okay." Seeing nothing amiss Katie smiled, left her.
Moira's heart was racing. Her body nearly thrumming with desire, with need. She opened the door, entered. Locked it. Burst into laughter.
John smiled, but there was an edge to his voice. "Hilarious, Moira. What the hell took you so long?" He hadn't moved, lay there waiting.
She grinned, nearing. "Were you going to start without me, flyboy? No cheating." She laughed again.
"Moira," he complained, "I'm about to burst here! Come on!"
She laughed at his distress. Undid her pants. "It's your own fault, John. In the lab? What were you thinking?"
"Sex, obviously. The same as you, apparently. Damn it, Moira, get your pert little ass over here now or I will come all over your bed!"
She pounced on him, kissing him deeply, pulling off her pants and panties to tangle around one leg. The other bare, sliding up along his. He roughly rolled them so she was beneath him. "Whoa, whoa, flyboy," she cautioned, pushing him off her. She grabbed his hand, guided it under her shirt. Under her bra. "Easy, easy. You can't go full throttle yet, sweetie, until I 've left the launch pad."
He laughed against her skin, her throat. She guided his hand down, down to caress. To tease. He lifted his head as she freed his hand, caressed his face, jaw. Kissed him tenderly. He quirked a brow. "Sweetie?" he asked.
She laughed at his expression. Murmured as he stroked, stroked between her legs. He yanked up her shirt to pull down the bra with his teeth. To capture a hard nipple in his mouth. "John, oh John, yes, yes," she urged breathlessly. Senses reeling.
"Ready for lift-off now, baby?" he teased, pushing her thighs apart. "Full throttle."
"I told you to stop calling me oh John!" she exclaimed in a rush, arching.
John groaned happily as he entered her, a sudden thrust. "Hold on tight, Moira. Really, really tight," he teased.
Moira lost herself, rocking with him. His movements guiding them both. Going faster. Slowing then quickening. In and out. In and out. Finding the exact spot, the exact motion to make her squirm, grab, cry out repeatedly as she came in a flooding burst of climax. John moaned, thrusting faster, harder. Flinging her thighs wide as he sought his own resolution. Her legs closed around him as he practically lifted her off the mattress. Rocking, rocking the bed. The headboard banged against the wall over and over, creating a noisy cadence to each thrust. Books fell in a domino effect, one after the other as the table shook. Moira's nails clawed his bare back under his shirt, fingers seeking the feel of flesh, of muscles contracting, tensing. Arching in release, in raw sexual pleasure.
Moira moaned loudly, gasping his name repeatedly as she came again. After a brief pause he started all over again, a profusion of swear words escaping his lips. A prolonged groan announced his long-suffering release. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. She tried to catch her own rapid breath, relaxed her legs, her arms, her hands. Slid her fingers over his skin.
"Damn, John! Damn..." she marveled. Body a melted swirl of sensual pleasure.
John laughed against her skin. "My Moira. We do need a safe word," he teased. "Or at least an empty table." He laughed again. "I think we broke the headboard."
She smiled, laughed, stroked his back. "Damn, John..." she repeated, shifting under him. "I hope I didn't scratch you. I'll have to remember to cut my nails."
He laughed, lifted his head to kiss her. "My Moira has claws, does she? But such a lush, very lush, sweet pu–"
"Don't you dare!" she warned tersely. She freed his back, touched his chest. Fingers gliding under his shirt to tangle in his chest hair. To catch the dog tags. The metal cold to the touch. She slid her hands out to touch his face. His hair. "John."
He kissed her again. A gentle motion of his lips on hers, a hint of passion. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No." She smiled. "What brought that on? I mean...after last night you should be...I mean...damn, John."
"Damn, Moira," he mimicked, grinned. "You should come with a warning label."
She laughed. "Me? You! You should...move!" She had glanced at the clock and suddenly remembered the mission.
John laughed, released her and rolled onto his back. "Ah...I can't wait to get you completely unclothed, Moira. Like this morning. That pert little ass in all its glory."
"I'm afraid you'll have to wait, flyboy." She sat up, moved to the edge of the bed. Hastily pulled on panties, pants.
John grabbed her arm. "What? Where do you think you are going, Moira? More importantly how can you walk after that? I can't."
She smiled, turned to him. Kissed him. Moved over him. "Ah, John...do you need to re-set your clutch?" He laughed. She sat up. "I've got to go. Lousy timing."
"Go? No. You don't, sweetheart. Stay right here."
She turned as he sat. She kissed him again, pushed him onto his back. "I have a mission." A kiss. "I have to go now." Another kiss. "I'll be back later." She stood, gathered her pack, crossed to the door. Turned. "Oh, John, try to keep it in your pants until I get back."
He laughed, sat up. "Moira, where–" But she was gone. He sighed, settling happily. Hungers sated. Suddenly scrambled off the bed, fixing his clothes.
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Evan glanced over his shoulder as Moira ran into the Jumper bay, pack flying on her shoulder as she fixed her messy ponytail. "About time. Where the hell have you been?"
"Sorry, Evan!" She bit back her laughter, her embarrassment. She hastened into the Jumper, smiled apologetically at the waiting botanists. She took the empty co-pilot's seat.
Evan shook his head. Closed the hatch and moved to the pilot's seat. "All right. 'Gate room, we finally," he drew out the word, mock glaring at Moira who shrugged, "have a go. Dial the 'Gate." He powered up the ship, rose it smoothly off the floor.
"Moira, are you all right?" Katie asked, as Moira drank deeply from a bottle of water purloined from her pack.
"Yes, Katie, I'm fine. Absolutely fine. Wonderfully fine," she gushed, unable to stop herself. Body warm, vibrant with the afterglow. John's scent all over her. She could feel his body on hers, in hers. The rushing sensations.
Evan shook his head. "I don't want to know. Here we go. Atlantis, we'll check in at," he glanced at his watch, "thirteen hundred. Lorne out."
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John reached the control room as the 'Gate disengaged. He glanced at the monitors. "Where did they go?"
"Jumper two has a mission to M1K436, sir. An expedition of botanists," a marine answered.
"M1K...the waterfall planet?" he asked. "Why?"
"What the hell were you thinking?" Rodney shouted, striding to John. The scientist gesticulated wildly. "How could you approve this?"
"Approve what? This mission? It's the first I 've heard of it," John replied.
"You can't send her on a mission!"
John stared. Thoughts still on Moira. The feel of her beneath him. The passionate sex they had both enjoyed. "I didn't. I didn't even know about this–"
"You can't send her out there, John!" Rodney declared.
"Look, I don't like it either, but she's more than capable of handling herself on a mission. And Lorne will–"
"What? She's never been on a mission! She's never been off-world before!"
"What?" John paused. "Wait. Who?"
"Katie! Who did you think I meant?" Rodney rolled his eyes, shook his head. "Lorne's taken a team of botanists to M1K436! AT least he's got two marines with him, and Moira, but still I don't think Katie is ready for a mission like that!"
"Rodney," John said, relaxing, "she'll be fine. She's a professional, right? And it's about time she got some off-world experience. Right? As you said, she's got plenty of company. And Moira." His voice lowered at her name. Pleasure echoed. Regret at her sudden departure.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Rodney snapped. "When are they due to report?"
"In two hours," Elizabeth answered, joining them. "Calm down, Rodney. It's a specimen gathering mission. That's all. Major Lorne is more than capable of protecting the scientists. Isn't that right, John?"
"What?" John's thoughts had drifted to the planet. To the passionate encounters with Moira. The violent encounters with Ford. "Yes. Still...I didn't authorize this mission."
"No, you didn't," Elizabeth agreed. "I did. Not every mission needs your authorization, John. This is a simple scientific expedition. Major Lorne has a two hour window."
"It does need my authorization considering the fact that last time we encountered Ford on that planet. Although not hostile territory it is still classed as being unsecured."
"Which Major Lorne knows only too well, John. Doctor Parrish presented a very compelling argument to go back to–"
"Doctor Parrish or Doctor O'Meara?" John interrupted, annoyed. Suspecting the latter scientist more than the former.
"I can tell the difference," Elizabeth quipped. "Doctor Parrish presented a compelling argument to go back to that planet," she resumed her narrative, "for the abundance of the flora which may be the first evidence we have of any indigenous life forms in this galaxy. Not to mention the moss and all of its–"
"I know about the moss, believe me," John said seriously, shutting off the more erotic effects of the enzyme as memory surfaced.
"And you just let them go?" Rodney interjected. He glanced at John. "A team of scientists, many new to off-world exploration!"
"Under the command of a highly experienced major, yes," Elizabeth said, facing more objections. "And frankly it's about time those scientists did have some real field experience. If you are worried about Katie rest assured she is in capable hands."
"What? I never said...I never specified..." Rodney spluttered. Looked at John. "Did you say something?"
"Me? No." John enjoyed a moment of satisfaction. "Still, because of the last mission any mission to this particular planet falls under my purview, as a strong military presence is required."
"Fair enough," Elizabeth conceded. "But I still would have authorized it anyway. Ford is gone, John. You said so yourself. You saw him go down under those...creatures on that ice planet."
"Yes..." John left the rest unsaid, seeing Rodney's genuine worry. "They better check in on time. In two hours. On the dot. Then I'll recall them back to Atlantis." He noticed Rodney breathing easier.
"Unless something significant has been discovered," Elizabeth countered. Shook her head as both men frowned. "I'm sorry, John, but this is a scientific expedition first and foremost. And Rodney, all of our people have been trained just for this. That's why they're here."