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A new chapter.

Probably the next ones will be more spaced out in time, but promise they will come!

Hope you enjoy this one and... some good things are happening!

Chapter 57: Original Chapter 0.14

She had been looking outside of her mind for what it seemed for days... and it had been strange.

Stranger than when Anubis had abducted her and used her to hurt her friends and her planet. Back then she had been awake and angry the whole time, trying to get free somehow. She hadn't been strong enough.

With the Wraith Queen, it was like her whole body had been drugged, numb. But when she had tried to have sex with John... she knew how his arms felt around her, how his lips felt against hers, how he sounded when she kissed him and in that moment she felt nothing.

Alexandra had tried to fight. To shout. To do something. But nothing worked.

However, there was a moment. A moment she could see that John saw it wasn't her kissing him. He knew her. And that scared her.

And, at the same time, it made her fight.

So, she did.

Being back on Earth, back to her own house, she couldn't exactly find the peace she desired.

Perhaps it was because she left Atlantis, in the middle of the S. Francisco bay, barely a day after the Wraith Queen was gone from her system. And she had asked Carson to dismiss her without saying anything to Woolsey or anyone for that matter.

She wanted to be left alone. It was that simple. Wasn't it?

Being back in Colorado, Alexandra thought it had been good to stay away from Atlantis and everything for a little while, asking for a leave as she was on the plane. And she needed it, after everything that happened. After everything she had come to know since going back to the ancient city.

Alexandra was watching a movie, even if not paying too much attention, when there was a knock on her door.

She was not expecting anyone. Or perhaps she was when a very angry John Sheppard stood there, framed by the door when she opened it.

"You left." He simply said, taking a step into the house which made her step back. His hazel eyes flaring.

"John..."

"And you lied to me."

"I can explain…"

"No." He closed the door, not taking his eyes off her. "No excuses, no explanations. You're gonna listen, Alex. I'm tired of you pushing me away, of you not telling me when you leave Atlantis…"

"I did that once..."

"Twice, if you count going to Chaya."

"John, just…" She couldn't exactly counter his points.

"And I'm tired of you lying to me."

"I lied to protect you."

"I said no excuses."

Alexandra's lips turned into a thin line.

"What the Queen said..."

"I don't care what the Queen said. You left! And you said that we would talk when I came back."

Her cheeks turned red.

"If you go there, then I have to mention the fact that you didn't said goodbye! You went on a kamikaze run and you didn't said goodbye, John."

The pilot frowned, hearing the pain in her voice or the way her brown eyes were hurt by the fact. But he was on a roll.

"That is off the subject, because you appeared on the ship."

"I said I was stronger."

"I know! But I was so relieved that you couldn't use the Antartica chair and that I was going to save you and everyone..."

"Great! The super-hero act? Again?"

"And now I come here with a full speech to make you see reason and you open the door dressed like that!"

Alexandra stopped what she was about to say and frowned, looking down at her top and leggings.

"I don't..." She looked up the moment he leaned forward and locked his lips against hers.

His hands immediately grabbed her waist, pulling her against him and John hummed at the way her curves, with no uniform, no tac gear, nothing to interrupt them fit against his body. Immediately, her arms went around his neck, kissing him back. He leaned down and his hands pulled her up, legs going around his waist.

"Did I ever told you, you're too short?" He breathed against her lips when his arms closed in around her.

"No." She bit her lip, feeling his body between her legs, how his arms held her, how his taste lingered on her lips. How could she had been denying that for this long?

"Well, you are." He turned in what he knew was the direction of her bedroom.

"Is that why you kept putting me on top of my table?"

There was a smirk on his lips as hazel and brown didn't stray from each other and her hands made him let go for a moment, so his leather jacket could fall to the ground.

And, the moment his hands were free, they were all over her body, feeling her curves, her skin as her shirt rode up, his tongue touched the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. He groaned at the way it felt. It was nothing like two days before. This was her, only her.

On the way to her house, on the plane back to Colorado, he kept thinking why she had left Atlantis. And why she didn't find him after being released from the infirmary. He couldn't find a reason, especially after what she had said in the F-302's hangar.

John couldn't have imagined that she had been angry at him, for not saying goodbye. Now, he could sense it coming off of her. He knew her enough to recognize the signs, the way she touched him, her fingers following the line of his neck, sliding into his hair and the way she kept clinging onto him. It was more... more than anger... more than lust... it seemed more like desperation. As if she didn't want to let him go. And he was all for it, since while he waited for his chance, alone in the F-302, he thought in how he would never see her again. And in what he would do, if he did.

Her back found her bedroom door closed. As she fumbled for the knob, his lips fell to her neck, inhaling her scent, feeling the way her pulse beat. Alexandra sighed his name.

"We need these clothes off. Now." He mumbled against her skin, his middle pressing onto hers, her hands gripping his back as he kicked her door open and stumbled into the bedroom, making them fall onto the bed.

For a moment, it was just kissing. It was all there was.

He could feel her hands like never before. Exploring, following the path down his chest, his stomach, almost teasing him, or up to his hair, listening to her sounds at the way he touched her, the way their tongues moved against each other, how their bodies heated up, wanting more.

His hands kept sliding up and down her sides, grabbing and pulling. One of them went under her top and he felt her tremble at that, as he felt the skin underneath. Almost at the same time her legs slid against him, pulling their middles together.

"John... wait..." Alexandra felt out of breath, flushed as she pushed him off slightly to find his eyes. His even more unruly hair sticking out because of her, the way his lips smiled a little at her.

For a moment, his hazel eyes stared at her flushed cheeks and the way her lips looked red because of him, the way she breathed... he had dreamed of it.

"What?" He asked out of breath, curious. His eyes were trained on her, not leaving her face.

"Why me?"

John frowned at the question, not understanding.

"You know why, Alex."

"Because I'm an Ancient?"

"No. Of course not. It was never that." And John knew those words were true. He let his head fall to her chest, immediately feeling her hands on his neck, caressing and spreading goosebumps all over his body. "You're funny, you give amazing pep talks…" He looked up at her. "You're smart and kind, you put up with me."

"You're not that hard to put up with."

"Are you sure?" He raised a cheeky brow, moving slightly on top of her and he saw her pupils dilate, bit her lip at the feel of him.

"Well, sometimes you can be insufferable, conceited, shameful…"

She didn't finished as John kissed her and both let their feelings take over.

Her eyes opened. She didn't closed the curtains the night before. And she could tell it was early.

But she felt good. Relaxed, warm, happy. Sore in many places. His arm was around her waist as if to keep her close, his bare chest pressed against her back as he breathed in his sleep.

Alexandra smiled. Be damned the consequences. She could be happy. Even if for one night. One night could not hurt in the grand scheme of things.

Suddenly, she could feel his nose touch the back of her neck and his arm pulled her even closer.

"Sleep. It's still early." He said against her skin.

His deep voice sent shivers down her spine.

"You're telling me to sleep? The morning lover?" She teased, turning around to face him. He still had his eyes closed and she noticed his unruly hair.

"Well, I do have a beautiful woman in my bed."

"Technicaly, is my bed."

"In my arms, then. So, waking up early only means one thing."

And when he opened his eyes, she bit her lip as another shiver went down her spine as the light streaming from the window shone in them. The hazel was a little more green than usual.

"And what is that, flyboy?"

A sleepy, wicked smirk appeared on his lips, right before he attacked her lips, sliding on top of her.

Sheets were thrown back as they fell onto each other once more.

She was looking at his profile while he slept. He seemed so peaceful, with an almost boyish look.

"That tickles." He said when her finger traced his ear.

"Are you ticklish, John Sheppard?" She raised a brow with a cheeky smirk.

"Don't you dare, O'Neill." He groaned, already guessing her idea.

And she did and when she stopped, she was straddling him again and his hands were trapping hers behind her back.

"Now, I understand why your hair is like that." She teased, her eyes going over him.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm… You just get out of the bed like that. Someone told you it was cool, probably a girl in your teens and you kept doing it."

"I honestly don't remember."

"Liar."

John smirked and took the chance to kiss her. He was becoming addicted to it, to her skin on his, to her touches, her scent, her arms around his neck, her body against his. What he dreamt didn't came close to what he had experienced the night before.

His lips followed the path of her jaw and he heard her sigh against his ear. Her fingers, now free from his hold, touched his back softly.

"What's this from?" She touched one of his scars, her eyes finding the mark.

"Bullet wound."

"And this one?" She traced another one, his lips moving against her skin as she felt his own hands caress the skin of her thighs.

"Wraith."

Alexandra pulled back slightly, still following the scars now to his chest.

"This one?"

"Kollya."

Brown found hazel, her hand softly cupping his jaw while the fingers on the other stroked his neck.

"How come you are not dead?" Her voice came out soft and curious.

"Luck, I guess." He shrugged. Then saw something in her eyes. "What?"

"You do realize is because of your survival skills why I thought the Ancients manipulated you."

John leaned his head to the side, not understanding.

"Why would they save me?"

"For the same reason they saved Cam. They needed him."

His fingers traced her jaw.

"I'm not him, Alex."

Alexandra stared into his eyes for a moment.

"No, you're not."

The kiss was slow and soft, like the words were, the sighs deep as they filled the room as the day went on.

As night started to settle in, Alexandra entered her bedroom, pizza in hand and beer on the other, she couldn't believe she had a naked John Sheppard in her bed, with only a sheet that came up to his hips.

He looked relaxed, with his eyes closed.

They had showered earlier, taking their time together. And she bit her lip thinking how they ended up in bed once more after ordering food.

"Clothes on, flyboy."

Alexandra walked out of the bedroom, onto the patio that led to the back of the house, placing the pizza on a small table as she heard him move around and put on his boxers.

"Smells good."

She smiled as he sat on a chair and pulled her onto his lap before she could sit on the other.

"What was that?" John asked, staring at her.

"What?" Alexandra frowned.

"You just... giggled."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did." John was amused.

The doctor gave him a look, before handing him two beers to open.

Rolling his eyes, but glad she was finally letting her walls down long enough for a giggle, John saw her open the box.

"You didn't take me to this place when you were training me."

"No time." She shrugged with a mischieveous look as she took a bite.

"You're evil, O'Neill."

"And, yet, here you are, Sheppard."

They settled in silence, eating and waiting for darkness to engulf the house.

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