Conditioned Association7

Moira strolled with John down the hallway. She pulled her hand from his. "John, you don't need me there. I should go check on the bio lab, actually. To see if–"

"No. You stay with me, Moira. That's an order."

"An order, colonel? Why?" She smirked, sidled up next to him. "You're not going to get it up again, are you, sweetie?"

He smiled. "Maybe, you never know. I just want to keep my eyes on that pert little ass of yours. Plus the girls. You know, that pert little ass I just–" he broke off as they entered the control room. He moved to the screen, glanced at Rodney. "I thought we set all this."

"We did," Rodney agreed, "but now the city is setting it. No, don't ask. Just a double check."

"Oh. You like doubles, don't you, Moira?" John teased, glancing at her. Smirked.

She shook her head. "Hilarious, John."

He resumed his study of the screen. "Light it up." He watched the city grids become illuminated. Section by section turning green.

"All secure, John. Just input your codes and we can close the books on this one."

"Good." John typed in his codes. Looked over to see Moira wandering across the room. "Moira! Stay right here. Your twenty is here, with me." He resumed his attention on the screen.

Moira sighed, ignoring him. Staring down at the Stargate. The large room silent. Empty. She briefly touched her abdomen. Wondered how long it would be before she could go through the event horizon again.

"Uh, John...what is that?" Rodney pointed. John looked down. Smirked. He fingered the red satin panties sticking out of his pocket.

"John," she warned, moving back to him.

"Oh? Those?" He shoved them back into his pocket, pretending to think. "Hmm...what are those? I think...I think they are Moria's," he coyly replied. "Aren't they, Moira? Didn't you give them to me for safekeeping? For later, um, deployment?"

"John Sheppard!" she warned, coloring. She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't stop now, colonel, the only deployment you'll be enjoying will be self-deployment."

He smirked. Easing them out of his pocket. "Huh. Does that mean you want them back now?"

"No! No, you keep them!" she quickly advised. Scowled at him.

He grinned, shoved them back into his pocket. "Good. I have need of them, Moira. You can retrieve them later." He yawned suddenly, exaggerating. "I don't know why I am so tired all of a sudden. Moira, are you tired all of a sudden?"

"Knock it off, flyboy!" she warned. "I'm going to check on the lab. You boys have fun."

"What was that all about?" Rodney asked, shaking his head.

John smiled. "That? Oh that. That was just...stuff." He strode after her. Followed her down the hallway. "Hey, Moira!" he called. "Do you know what day it is today?"

"Yes, John. It's turn off your libido day!"

He laughed. "No, I don't think that's it, Moira. Hey, Moira! Look what I found! Are these yours, baby?"

Moira whirled. Stared. John was standing, waving her red panties in the air like a banner. "Damn it, John, quit that!" She hastened to him. He laughed, shoved them back into his pocket.

"Quit? I'm only getting started, baby. I really, really, really enjoyed taking them off you, Moira. So fucking lush I wanted to–"

"John! Behave! You must be giddy! What is up with you?"

"You really want to know what is up?" He pulled her into his arms, kissed her. "Say it."

"Say what? John, quit it! I have work to do!"

"Say it again, Moira. What you want me to do."

"I want you to behave, colonel. Stand down, would you? Now let go so I can check the–"

"Say it." He kissed her, moved her gently against the wall. Stood close. "I will let you go if you say it." He ran his mouth down her throat. Hands sliding to cup her breasts.

Moira caught his hands, gently moved them off her. "John! You cannot possibly want to have–"

"Sex? Fuck, yes. The way you sprawled on that table, baby, laid out for me like dessert, fuck I want that again. Say it. Say it," he half-sang in her ear. Kissed her again. "Say it in my ear."

She sighed. Amused and enchanted. She kissed him. Ran her mouth to his ear. Whispered, "oh John, oh John, I want you. Want you to fuck me. Fuck me exquisitely. Slowly. Fuck me so hard I come screaming your name, over and over." She pushed him back. "Happy now?"

He smiled. "Very. Let's."

"No. I need to check the lab. Keep it in your pants!" She slipped free, walked quickly.

He followed her down the hallway. "Bio lab, huh? That's appropriate. Mating and all."

"Shut up. The Wraith lab." She sighed. "I've got so much work to do, John! I hope the lab is up and running in a few days. I can access most of the data in bio but I really need the Wraith lab for the actual specimens and to follow your protocols and–" She stopped suddenly as he caught her arm, moved in front of her. "What?"

"Let me make sure, Moy." He was suddenly serious. He stepped into the lab. Looked round. Hand snaking down his thigh to reach his holster, his gun. Except he was devoid of both. There was no more blood. No more gore. A scent lingered. Of death. Of guts. "Okay."

She joined him. "What? It's still a mess, though," she commented, looking at the upturned tables. The monitors askew. Vials tipped onto their sides. "The bio lab should suffice for now, I guess." She stopped. Stared at the wall. Recalled falling there, blood flowing from her cut. The queen towering over her. Then on her. Sucker running along her body like a scanner. Discovering her pregnancy. Seeking to remove the embryo.

John touched her shoulder. She nearly jumped, turned to him. He pulled her gently into his arms. "It's all right, Moira. It's over."

"I...I was just remembering." She clung a moment. Secure in his arms. "How did she know? How did she know about the baby?" She pulled back from him, calm now. Serious. "The sucker. It ran over me like a, like a scanner. Sensing my life force...that's it! It must have sensed the baby's. That's the only thing that makes sense, John. Did you keep the parts? Where are they? We need to examine the sucker, the hand. It was elongated, much more so than the males, or even other Wraith, come to think of it, and it could be that–"

"No."

She stared. "What?"

"No. I ordered every last bit destroyed."

"John! We needed it! We needed the body for analysis! Who knows if we will ever have the chance to study a female again! How could you destroy it?"

"I wasn't taking any chances, Moy. Can you blame me?"

"Yes!"

"Yes? Excuse me?"

"We've never had an opportunity like this! And you made damn sure it was dead, didn't you? Twice over, as I recall." She sighed. "We could have learned so much from it!"

"No. It was too big a threat. To you. To John junior. End of story. Come on. You can work in the bio lab. No. You can work in our room." He tried to pull her away but she stubbornly resisted. "Moira!"

"No. You wasted an opportunity to gather valuable intel, colonel!" she flared, angrily facing him. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"What was I thinking? Of you! Of my son!" he retorted, her anger fueling his.

"Really? And don't you think we could be safer if you had left the pieces for us to study? To learn the full extent of the female Wraith anatomy, their powers, their differences to the males which are significant! Significant, John! And more so because of their odd scarcity! Damn it, colonel, we needed those samples! We needed to learn everything we could about–"

"Fuck no! It was too great a threat. I eliminated it. Completely! God knows what that body contained, Moira! Did you ever think of that? What pathogens, what contagions those things might have to be a threat even after death? Now let's go–"

"No." She stepped away from his outstretched arm, his open hand. "I will do what work I can right here! Not be ordered around by some military commander who is blind to the value of the scientific knowledge we could have gained from a–"

John pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard. Deeply, a long, sweeping kiss as he grabbed her rear and squeezed. Cutting off all arguments, all challenges. All fears that were reawakened by being in this room. Moira murmured in protest, pushing against him but he was too strong. Too determined as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Her body to his. Pressing. Possessing. Dominating.

Moira whimpered, pushed, shoved but her body merely slid along his. Encountering every hard line of him. Every firm angle. Her mouth melting under his. Her body reacting as his hands squeezed and squeezed her rear, fingers gliding lower, under, between her thighs. "John," she breathed as at last he freed her mouth. She was angled backwards, nearly in a dip.

"I want you, Moira," he breathed hotly in her ear. "I want to fuck you. Fuck you exquisitely. Slowly. No. I want to bring you repeatedly, rough and wild and so fucking hard you come screaming my name," he growled. Nibbled down her throat. "Give yourself to me, Moira. Every luscious bit of you is mine. And I intend to take every luscious bit."

"John," she gulped, kissing him. Succumbing to his demands, his desire. She suddenly found herself lifted up onto the counter. His fingers plying between her legs. "John? John!"

He smiled. "First here. Then our bed. My bed, this time, baby. We'll give the headboard a well-deserved rest. Then us."