Stargate Atlantis: Cupid's Arrow4
It was a slow, sloppy kiss. A little harsh at first, demanding, but as she yielded John's mouth gentled on hers. His lips caressed and persuaded, parting hers to allow his tongue to penetrate and taste, tease, suggesting all at once. His grip gentled and freed her arms as her hands slid up his chest to encircle his neck. His hands slid down her back guiding her body to his and revealing his very avid interest in her. His hands slid lower to grasp and gently squeeze her rear.
Moira made a sound of protest, surprise but it was swallowed by the kiss as John kept her angled to him, to his mouth and his body, pressing her softness and curves against him.
"Colonel Sheppard, do you copy? Colonel Sheppard, do you read?"
John slowly, slowly freed her, stepping back and licking his lips as his gaze bore into hers. He tapped his earpiece. "This is Sheppard," he replied, voice husky. It sent a shiver through Moira as she stared at him, utterly entranced and stunned.
"Sir, we're heading through the 'Gate. Do you need any assistance?"
"No, major. I have everything in hand. Well, I did…" he flashed a wicked smile at her.
Moira scowled, recalling his bold grasp on her rear. She quickly moved past him to grab the book off the grass and her backpack and camcorder. She was flustered, uncertain but above all dazzled by the passionate kiss, by the sensual feel of his perfect, soft lips on hers, by the taste of his tongue in her mouth, by the abrasion of his scruff on her skin. The feel of his long, lean, hard body pressing into hers had provoked all sorts of wonderful reactions, some so intimate it made her blush with the intensity.
"We're on our way. Sheppard out." He easily caught up to the rapid stride of the biologist, glancing at her. Suddenly he was not sure what to say. "Um, Moira?"
"When we get back to Atlantis will you be wanting all of that Irish mythology? I just want you to know that I will add my own formal protest to Doctor Emerson's because believe me he will make a formal protest and when Simmons learns of this he will also make quite a ruckus about it so you had better be prepared, Colonel Sheppard!"
He smiled. "I can handle a swarm of angry scientists, Moira, don't you worry. And call me John, all right? Look…I…that is to say I just…you…we…um…Moira, yes, I will be wanting that intel ASAP, all right?" he finally found firmer ground to stand on after floundering. "And anything else you have on the fuglies and—"
"Homo erectus, and I don't have anything because I have been busy doing actual research here on a species that is extinct on Earth and has been for millions of years! I should stay here and study the enteledonts not go running back home just because you think there is a threat!"
"There is a threat, I can assure you of that, Moira, and besides, I need you in Atlantis! I mean I need your expertise on the fuglies!"
"The Homo erectus species and no, you have my reports and the—"
"I need more than your damn reports!"
She stopped, startled by his anger, the sheer vehemence of his words. She looked at him. "John?"
He had stopped his well. He licked his lips. "Sorry, I just…" He touched her arm. His fingers ran up her skin, trailing the drops of mist along it.
"John? Are you all right?" she asked, concerned.
The moment hung between them, words swarming but unsaid, emotions playing across their faces as the memory of that most passionate kiss danced between them.
"Moira! Can you believe this?" a man hailed before John could answer her. John freed her arm as suddenly they were near the Stargate and the waiting group. "Making us leave like this! Although I can tell you one thing. I wouldn't mind a hot shower."
She laughed, relaxing as she moved to him, seeking the normalcy after the strange intensity. "I wouldn't mind one either, Steve." She glanced at John suddenly. The military commander's gaze was locked onto her with a slow smile until he stepped past her, suddenly all business now.
"Let's go! Rounding up these scientists is like herding sheep!" John complained.
"Good thing you're a Sheppard, then," Moira quipped as she stepped past him.
John restrained himself from smacking her rear as he smiled.
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Once through the Stargate John stepped to Richard. "How many left?" he asked without preamble.
Richard glanced at his data pad. "Three left. Everyone's returning smoothly but they are not happy. I can foresee a line at my door and a roster of complaints."
"When they see the fuglies on the move they will understand," John countered.
"The Homo erectus," Moira corrected as she moved across the room, unable to help herself.
John glanced at her, scowling at the correction. "That's what I said, O'Meara. And I'll need that research as soon as you are outta the shower…unless…" He grinned at her, turning from her scowl to look at Richard. "Once we get everyone home we can tell them the situation, but only the bullet points. No need to start a panic yet."
"I hope we don't start a panic at all, colonel. I will issue a citywide announcement then to—"
"John." He looked over as Moira had laid her hand on his forearm. "Bio lab, one hour, all right? And make yourself presentable, Sheppard. You look like something the cat dragged in."
He smiled at her disparagement and watched her quickly leave the Gate room.
"Um…was that…" Richard began, startled by the exchange.
"That was my concern." He looked back to the Atlantis leader, serious once more. "Has Carson been all right?"
"Yes. Doctor Porter's been keeping an eye on him and so far he hasn't had any further headaches or other symptoms. It seems that the condition is temporary, thank goodness. I want him to look into that inhibitor. I can't have my top people incapacitated every time they delve into the city systems."
John nodded. He walked with Richard to the control room, not really listening as he was distracted by other things. He was distracted by the feel of Moira in his arms, by the feel of her yielding curves and her rosy lips, by the soft sounds she had made that were erotic and enticing to him, by the feel of her shapely rear in his hands as he pressed her into him. He touched a console as he stood, eying a monitor as his thoughts inevitably ventured to her words about taking a shower and his imagination was only too happy to supply the details.
Except that it didn't have to do that. Suddenly he was there. He was in her bathroom or rather the city was showing him a steamy view of a small room where a shower was running. He stepped closer to the monitor to block everyone's view and gripped the console, concentrating to clear the steam out of the way. And then he saw her, a silhouette of a female form, but the steam was clearing and he could make out the fall of her long brown hair as she tilted her head back, arching her back to wash it. He watched the water dribbling down the curves of her back to a very shapely rear. She was turning now and John was about to see everything he could possibly desire when a hand touched his arm.
The monitor went blank. The images faded and John felt a pulse of pain in his temple that faded as his grip relaxed on the console.
"John? John, did you hear me? Major Teldy's just returned with the geologists from P1Z5X2."
At first John felt a surge of anger so virulent it could have led to murder, but it was replaced by hilarity at the thought of having the military commander of Atlantis being discovered using his connection to the city to play at Peeping Tom. He felt the laugh bubbling up inside him and swallowed it, turning slightly to view Richard. "Ah. Good. That leaves…"
Richard stared at him a moment, glancing at the monitor which was quite blank. "Only two more and they are on their way. Were you accessing something?"
John's lips quirked as he fought the laughter that threatened to engulf him. Several clever retorts came and went but he ended up answering calmly. "No, I was just thinking." He stepped round to where Radek was sitting. "Any progress?"
"No." The Czech sighed. "The Daedalus and its companion are still out of radio range, even long range communication range. There is too much interference to identify the unknown vessel. And before you ask Rodney is still working on that alien weapon but so far we have nothing."
"Great." John glanced at the Gate room to see Ann and her team herding a team of geologists away from the wormhole. "I gotta go. Keep me apprised." He ducked out of sight and quickly exited before he was seen.
He needed to get cleaned up before he talked to Moira.