Conditioned Association13
Moira yawned. She closed the lap top. Put away various samples, vials. Shut off the microscope. Turned off the computers. She trudged slowly to her room. Entered. Moved to the table and set down her data pad. She freed her hair, ran her fingers through it. Quickly undressed. Put on a pale green nightshirt. Fuzzy socks. Stepped across the threshold to John's room. Smiled.
John was seated at the table. He had a serious expression on his handsome face, chin in hand. Staring at his laptop. Brilliant green eyes intent on the screen. He had on an olive green t-shirt, camouflage boxer shorts. Bare feet. Curious about what had his undivided attention she stepped to him. Stood behind him to view the monitor. Stared. A photo he had taken of her filled the screen. Rose petals on her naked rear. He was zooming in closer, closer on her most intimate areas revealed teasingly by her posture until the pixels blurred.
"John Sheppard!"
He nearly jumped. Closed the file. Almost spinning the laptop on the table. "Shit! Moira, don't do that!" he scolded.
She laughed. Touched his shoulders. "And here I thought you were hard at work on your mission specs! Instead I find you staring at, at porn!"
He smirked. "Not porn. Carefully poised, artistic photos. It...um...helps me relax, baby. Helps me wile away the time waiting for you to finish your science stuff." He glanced at her sheepishly. Gaze roving over the nightshirt hugging her curves.
"I see." She began to massage his shoulders, earning an appreciative grunt. "Sorry, John. I am trying to catch up and lost track of the time. I'm surprised you didn't send out an search squad for me," she teased. Ran her mouth lightly up his throat.
"I would have, believe me, but you don't want me to fuss like a mother hen," he grumbled. "I prefer to think of it as keeping my mate in line. In my territory. Alpha male and all. Looks like I'll be going off-world soon, baby. But not for long."
"I see," she repeated. "Huh. And this is how you relax, John? I would have thought a photo like that, particularly with that zoom feature you were so deftly using would have done the opposite. Would have at the very least turned you on. Gotten you off. Gotten you hard."
He grinned. "Yeah, well, I was trying to be polite, Moira."
She snorted. "Since when?" She laughed as he scowled at her. Slid round as he scooted back from the table. She slid onto his lap, straddled him. The nightshirt rode up her bare thighs. "Hmm...I guess you were a little hard...at work," she teased.
He smiled. Ran his hands up her thighs. "About to become hard, baby. Ah...going commando this evening?" he asked happily, feeling no panties to block him, impede him.
She smiled. Shifted. "Yes, sweetie. No trophy for you this evening. You should get some sleep, John. Especially if you are leaving soon. I know what you're doing."
"You do? Besides getting a hard-on?" he asked. He kissed her, scooting her along the hardening length of him. His hands slid up to cup her breasts.
"Yes, sweetie. You are avoiding going to sleep because of that nightmare. But you have to sleep, John." She smiled. "Besides, I need you ready for deployment, solider, at two o'clock."
He laughed. "Ah. Yes, I do need to be ready for active duty, don't I, baby? Actually I figured if I was overtired I wouldn't dream at all. If only there was a way to make me really, really tired," he teased, pretending to be puzzled. "You know, something to drain me to the point of exhaustion."
"No idea, sweetie. Read a book." She kissed him, slipped off his lap. Took his hand. Tugged. "Come to bed, John." She led him to their room.
John watched her douse the lights. Pull back the blankets and adjust the pillows. Get into the bed. "Hey...what thing?"
"Huh?" She sat, gathering her hair together and then setting it free to swirl around her.
"The thing," he repeated. Standing near the bed. Watching her. The city lights gleaming across the bed, across her in a golden spill. "Weir?" he prompted.
"Oh. You heard, colonel."
"Yeah, I heard, but I must have misunderstood you, baby. You didn't mean that, did you?"
"Mean what?"
"Are you going to make me say it?" he asked, annoyed. He licked his lips.
"Come to bed, John." She watched him. He stood in the shadows. The dim lights barely touching him as he remained immovable. "John? Oh oh," she muttered. Even in the dark she could recognize that slow smile. The look of mischief and sensuality.
John lazily removed his shirt. Lifting it up, up off his torso, arms. Over his head. He tossed it onto the bed. Flexing his arms. Twisting his torso. "Nudity is required, Moira. Especially yours." He gestured at her nightshirt. "Off."
She smiled, sighed. "John," she pouted.
"Off. Now," he sternly said. "That's a direct order from your colonel, baby."
"Oh. From Colonel Sweetie?" she teased. Entering the game with a smile. She wiggled. Pulled off the nightshirt. Sliding the material slowly as the golden light illuminated her naked body. She tossed it towards him. Covered herself with the blankets.
"Drop the blankets, baby. Let me see those amazingly beautiful tits."
She sighed, shook her head. "Ah, the return of Colonel Romance. Charming, John. Tell me, does that work on all the girls?"
He smirked. "Yeah. Actually. But I only want to see yours, baby. And to be accurate it is Colonel Hard-On right now. So drop the modesty. I do like to watch."
She smiled, gazing at him as he stepped closer. The light touching him now. Playing on his handsome face, tousled hair. Glinting on his chest hair. His lean torso, strong arms. On the shorts he still wore. "Then drop the shorts, flyboy. Let's just see how hard that ordnance is. You could be exaggerating."
He snorted. "Never." He fingered the waistband. Licked his lips. Looked up at her with a slow, sly smile. "Why don't you come here and do it for me, baby. On your hands and knees. Pull down my shorts with only your teeth...and your tongue."
She stared. "You want kinky tonight, colonel?"
"Yes, sweetheart. Very kinky. I'm waiting." His voice lowered into a growl that sent a shiver along Moira's skin. The tone promising pleasure, sex. Intensity.
Moira licked her lips. Considering. She dropped the blankets. Moved to him on her hands and knees. In darkness and light. She reached him. Kissed along his waist. Tugged the boxers with her teeth. Tugged them lower, lower. John was staring, enjoying every second. The sight of her naked body stippled in shadow and dim lights. Her hair spilling all over. Curves and swells enticing. The feel of her mouth tugging at his shorts, sending a fission of desire, arousal along his body.
Moira freed the shorts, scooted back into the shadows. Met his gaze. "I can't, sweetie. They are hung up on your, um, hard-on." She giggled. "Did they cover this in your perimeter check?"
He smiled. "You are so fucking beautiful, Moira," he murmured. "Use those biological smarts of yours, baby. You're a paleontologist, right? You deal with boners all of the time."
She laughed. "Bones," she corrected. "You are mouth-watering, John. Let me consider the problem." She bit her lower lip. Moaned. Crawled to him. Lowered to run her mouth along his erection. John groaned. Shifting in delight, anticipation. Staring as her hair spilled along the curves of her back. As the light played upon her lifted rear. As her mouth teased, taunted him. She ran her mouth to the head. Circled it. Took it into her mouth. Gently sucked. Bit. Bit harder, tugging the material away from him.
John moaned in a breathy exhalation. "Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck," he muttered, staggering. He regained his footing. So hard now, tense, every nerve straining for copulation. Release.
Moira freed him. "Let me see...that should do it. I can get it now," she assured.
"You just had it," he complained, but smiled as she leaned lower. Kissing up his thigh. Grabbed the boxers with her teeth and tugged. Tugged.
John groaned in sexual delight as down they came. Gliding deliciously over his sensitive flesh. Moist from her mouth. Warm. "Oh fuck!" he enthused, hands clenching at his sides.
Moira scooted backwards, smiled. "Whoa there, soldier! You could put my out with that thing!" She scooted under the covers.
John laughed. Got in next to her. Yanked the blankets off her. "I did warn you, doctor. You should have just taken me into your mouth and sucked me off like one of your popsicles." He kissed her. Moving over her carefully. "My turn, baby...if I can make it that far." He slid his tongue into her mouth as his hands wandered. Wandered.
"Oh John," she purred breathlessly, becoming more and more aroused as his mouth ran to her ear. To nibble, gently bite. Nibble her throat. Hands sliding down to her breasts. Mouth following. She opened her legs, could feel his erection pressing, pressing. She arched as he slid down to her breasts. Dazzled as John took his time. Sucking gently to make her whimper, moan. She braced herself as he moved lower, lower. Whispered his son's name, kissing tenderly before moving more intimately. But he stopped. Lifted his head. "John? Yes," she said, expecting him to ask about going down on her.
He smiled at her passion, her yearning. Her surrender. "Are you going to be all right while I'm gone?"
She stared, the question unexpected. "I...huh? Yes, of course....don't you worry. What?" She saw his beautiful eyes full of merriment. Lust. The sly smile curving his full lips. He gave her a lop-sided smile.
"I meant if you happen to develop a craving for this. For sex. Will you be all right without me to assuage it? All of it?"
She smiled. Shifted. "Um...I don't know, sweetie. I guess I'll have to do my best all by myself."
He slid off her. Still pressing close. "Show me."
"What?"
He laughed at her startled expression. It was a low, masculine laugh. A sultry sound that sent shivers along her skin. "Show me," he repeated. "How you will assuage that particular craving."
"John!" she complained. Colored. His gaze wandered, returned to hers. His hand rested on her bare thigh. Fingers playing lightly along her skin. "You want double kinky tonight?"
"Yes. Show me, baby." Voice low, husky. Intimate and full of promise.
She sighed. Ran her hands along her breasts. Fondling, teasing. They were still wet from his mouth, his tongue. She slid her hands down between her legs. Caressed. "Happy now?"
"No. That won't give you any kind of relief, baby, none at all," he scolded, voice strained for a moment. So hard and tight now he thought he'd burst or come all over the bed. Stubbornly he resisted the urge to just take her. "None at all. Let me show you how. Otherwise I will worry about you, baby." He kissed her. Slid his hand down over hers, pressing both between her legs. Guiding her fingers along the sensitive folds, the cleft. The opening just waiting to be filled. He stroked roughly all the while kissing her deeply.
Moira whimpered, squirming. The sensations wild, vibrating. She gasped. Trying to free her hand from his. "John! Oh John, John!"
"Like this, baby, or you will never come. Make it so fucking wet you gush. Harder now, here. Faster, right there." His voice muffled against her skin as he guided her fingers and his into a fast, fast stroking. Probing. Entering to slide roughly against her nub. Moira arched, cried out in a breathless whimper. So aroused it was almost painful.
"John! John, please! John, John, John!" she cried.
"Right there, baby, right fucking there," he growled. Yanking there hands out of her. Thrusting his cock deeply. Groaning with the effort, the rush of possession, relief as she moaned. Writhed wildly under him. She grabbed onto him, nearly jerking upright at the intensity but John pushed her onto her back. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Of course no way is better than this way," he continued, as if lecturing her. Thrusting in and out of her at a steadily building momentum. "Bite." She ran her mouth to circle his ear. Bit. Bit harder as he thrust harder. Faster. "Don't you agree?"
"Yes, John! Yes, oh yes you...John! John!" she cried in pleasure, need. Rocking under him, with him as the bed rocked, rocked. The headboard began to slam against the wall.
He slowed, delaying the climax, straining at the effort. "Of course, there's all kinds of toys, devices, implements. But you can't top the real thing, baby...my ordnance so deep inside you."
"John! Will you shut up and just fuck me?" she snapped, thinking she might die of unfulfilled desire right then and there.
He smiled. Kissed her. "Gladly, baby. My pleasure. And yours. Fuck, here we go, all the way...if I don't cross the finish line I will explode!"
Moira cried out loudly, exulting in the sexual rush. The climax vibrant, sharp. Taking her wildly, a little roughly. Her moans and cries mingling with John's grunts and swearing. What was left of the headboard slamming the wall, snapping loudly almost like a gunshot. Causing her to tighten on him, to grab, to grasp.
John groaned in ecstatic pleasure that was almost pain as she gripped him tightly, tensely. Nevertheless he thrust eagerly. The bed rocking so wildly now it was creaking, scratching the floor under them. Shuddering now as the release hit him, drained him. Spurting wildly inside her until he slowed, slowed. Fell upon her with satisfied, spent groan. He shifted his weight off her. Kissed her gently. "Oh fuck." He hid his face in her hair. "Oh fuck me, Moira...fuck me like that again and I may not make it."
Moira kissed his brow. Stroked his back. "Easy, John...you know kinky turns you on. You didn't hurt yourself, did you, sweetie?"
"Baby, you have the sweetest, snuggest, wettest, hottest, tightest little fucking pus–"
"John!" She slapped his shoulder. "That's no way to talk to your wife! Your pregnant wife!" She kissed him. "Relax, sweetie. We can find your cock later." He gently laughed. "Say something romantic."
"Huh? I just did, baby. About your sweetest–"
"John!" She hit his arm.
He lifted his head. Kissed her. Tongue gliding for a long, languorous moment. He rolled off her. "How's that, then?
She smiled. "That will do." She laughed. Pounced on him suddenly. "Now, Colonel Sheppard, how about we go again? That is, if you can keep up with me." She kissed him.
John smiled. Grabbing her and rolling so she was beneath him again. "Just try and stop me, Doctor Sheppard."