Fic: Viva Las Vegas

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Recipient: Mahoni
Creator: history_gurl
Title: Viva Las Vegas
Rating: R/NC-17 (18)
Prompt(s): Somehow include: ice cream, mini-golf, a hammer and nails. First time sex.
Spoilers: The Pegasus Project
Word count: 4653
Warnings: explicit het sex. Not for minors. You know who you are, read the rating and beware.

Authors note: Sorry for the lateness of this. Damn life got in the way.

A/N (part deux): I have taken some liberties with the characterization of John Sheppard. I figure anyone who is as big a dork as Sheppard must have a relatively uncool inner monologue.

Summary: Las Vegas is the logical choice for Atlantis/SGC teambuilding. Isn't it?


"Remind me again why I am killing brain cells by indulging you all in this, this, descent into madness and debauchery?"

The irritated, and often irritating, voice drew John out of a semi-trance induced by the flashing lights, ringing bells and haze of smoke. "Because General O'Neill ordered us here for team building?" John smirked as Rodney scowled. "Because you're our friend?" John chuckled as Rodney huffed. "Because you get to see Carter in that skirt?" John brayed laughter as Rodney's head spun fast enough for an audible crack to be heard over the ringing slot machines.

"Oh. Wow. I love Las Vegas."

"C'mon, buddy." Seeing O'Neill's silver head, bracketed by a stylish fedora and a straw cowboy hat, moving toward Carter and Vala, John steered them in that direction also. As the groups converged, he could see Teyla standing to Carter's left, her usual calm just a little ruffled.

"Hey kids!" O'Neill cried, clapping his hands together. "Was this a great idea, or what?"

Before John could open his mouth to forestall Rodney's expected "Or what," Daniel Jackson materialized between O'Neill and Ronon. "I don't know, Jack. This might all be a bit," Jackson's hand made a vague circular motion that reminded John of Rodney on a slow day, "much."

"Daniel -" Huh. Who knew a general could whine like that?

"Jack. I'm just suggesting that Vegas might not have been the best choice for introducing American culture to our ... visitors."

O'Neill's chin lifted sharply and John was once again reminded of Rodney's mannerisms. Either everybody who worked for the SGC had to learn these things, or he was spending way too much time with McKay. John shook his head and caught the end of O'Neill's answer to Jackson.

"Anyway, I taught T about American culture, and he turned out okay."

"Indeed."

John looked at the fedora perched at a rakish angle on Teal'c's head; a glimmer of gold flashed every time he shifted his gaze around the casino floor. The red muscle shirt and black pants gave the whole thing a bit of a hip hop look, and John was hoping Teal'c would speak again so he could check his teeth for a little diamond stud. Okay, maybe this whole vacation thing had been a really good idea, because nobody should be picturing Teal'c with a diamond in his tooth.

"Jack -" And archaeologists could whine too.

O'Neill raised a hand. "Daniel, relax. We're just going to have some fun. You remember how to have fun, don't you?"

"I know I do." Mitchell swooped in, slinging an arm around Teyla's shoulder. "And I know I promised I'd buy this pretty lady a fancy drink with an umbrella in it." Now Mitchell was smiling at Teyla.

"So you did, Colonel Mitchell."

Mitchell started to steer Teyla toward the bar; the bar farthest from the group. "Thought I told you to call me Cam?"

And that was definitely not a giggle that John heard. Teyla did not giggle. Ever.

"McKay, tell me Teyla wasn't giggling just now." John waited for an answer. He waited for sarcasm; he waited for snarkiness; he waited for just plain rudeness. He waited.

Turning to face Rodney, he smacked the man in the back of the head. "Jeez, McKay. Get your mind outta your pants and answer the question."

"My mind isn't in my pants!" McKay gestured to Carter's short, tight, black skirt. "It's in her skirt."

John smacked McKay again, just as Carter let out an angry "McKay!" and stalked away. Well, stalk being a relative term in that skirt. John watched McKay run after her, mouth moving faster than his feet.

"O'Neill." One thing you could say about Teal'c, the guy sure could break an awkward silence. "Ronon and I must take our leave now, as well." The man drew himself up to his full height, making his tattoo wink in the garish lighting. "We must arrive early if we wish to procure good cards and a seat near the caller."

"You're taking him to Bingo?" John would have added something, but O'Neill's tone pretty much said it all.

Ronon shrugged and settled his cowboy hat more firmly on his dreadlocks. "He says those ladies are fierce warriors." With that, the two men walked away, the crowds parting for them effortlessly.

"You're not just letting them wander off to play Bingo, are you Jack?" Jackson pushed his glasses up his nose absentmindedly.

"You think I could stop them?"

"Hmm? Oh, no, I guess not." Jackson shook himself a bit. "We'll have to go with them, then." And Jackson grabbed O'Neill, Major General Jack O'Neill, by the arm and started to drag him away. "You know what they say, Jack. 'Grab your dabber, let's get 'at 'er.'"

O'Neill sputtered over his shoulder. "Sheppard!"

"Have fun, sir. Watch out for the blue-haired ladies. I hear they can be fierce."

John was still chuckling when he realized both teams had gone off and left him. He was in Las Vegas, Sin City, alone - with Vala. Vala, who was looking at him with that same innocent look she'd given him as he retrieved three Ancient artefacts and Elizabeth's weird skinny people statue from her bag before she'd left Atlantis last time.

"So, guess it's just you and me, flyboy," Vala cooed. John was sure he'd never heard anyone really coo before, but this was definitely a coo. He knew a coo when he heard one. He might not always see it coming, but he'd have to blind to miss this one. "Maybe we could" there was the fingertip dragged up his shirt "play a little" there was the sweet press of soft curves against his chest "Blackjack?" and there was ...

"Is that Jackson's Gold Card?"

"Yep. C'mon, Sheppard. Let's have some fun."

After retrieving Jackson's Gold Card, and O'Neill's American Express, and his own Visa, John set out to teach Vala the finer points of Blackjack. The three hundred dollars she won paid for their dinner at the Bellagio.

"Oooh!" Vala clapped as the fountains danced. "This is exactly where they all stood at the end of that Ocean movie Daniel didn't want me to watch."

"You totally conned me at the Blackjack table." John leaned against the railing, watching the reflection of the water dance on Vala's face. "And the dealer wasn't doing too good either."

"You'd think the man had never seen a leather halter before." Vala lifted her arms to shift the strap around her neck slowly. A group of young men carrying drinks that required shoulder straps whistled as they passed. When one of them walked into the low shrubs separating the fountains from the street, Vala smiled and waved at him.

"Okay, you got me at your game, now it's time to try mine." John placed his hand in the small of Vala's back, sliding his fingertips lightly over the supple leather. They walked slowly toward the stairs that would lead them up to the crosswalk over Las Vegas Boulevard.

Vala winked at an older gentlemen and his wife who made a not-so-whispered comment about her "scandalous attire." John personally thought she was wearing more than most of the young women on the street. They didn't call it the "Strip" for nothing. Just, on Vala, somehow, more was less.

"So, Sheppard, what's your game? Craps? Roulette? Texas Hold 'Em?" Dodging pedestrians, Vala danced backward over the crosswalk.

"Golf."

"Golf?" Vala stopped and John slid his hands around her waist as he tried not to walk over her. "In case you haven't noticed, it's night." John looked at the neon lights around them, turning the night sky blacker than they'd ever see on Atlantis. A finger tapping his nose brought his attention back to his companion. "They don't let you play golf at night. I know, because I've watched that Tiger fellow. But only because I had money against him."

"You bet against Tiger Woods?"

"Hmm?" Vala tore her gaze from an obviously drunk man staggering across the crosswalk. John hoped she wasn't deciding how easy it would be to rob the guy. "Oh, yes. No one can win every time, Sheppard." The shadow that crossed Vala's face had nothing to do with neon.

Taking Vala's hand, John directed them down the stairs over to a bus stop. "We'll catch the double decker. It's faster than a cab, cheaper too in this traffic. Before you know it, we'll be playing eighteen holes."

The air inside Adventure Land at Circus Circus was hot and humid and smelled vaguely of chlorine. Children tumbled over each other to be first in line for the roller coaster while weary parents leaned against the wall fanning themselves and drinking overpriced bottled water. John's hair was trying to drift over his eye as he lined up his next shot on the wrinkled Astroturf of the mini-putt course. Vala had scraped her hair back into those pigtails she'd worn on Atlantis. Where she'd got the hair ties from, John didn't know and didn't want to ask. The pigtails should have looked kinda skeevy with the leather halter and the skirt, but instead - John shook his head and concentrated on the shot.

"This is fantastic!" Vala swung her head to watch the squealing kids go by on the roller coaster again. Those damn pigtails bounced as she jumped up to wave. Other parts of her bounced as she settled back down near John. His shot bounced off three walls before it jumped off the Astroturf and rolled back down toward the entrance. "I win again! That's three for me and," Vala cocked her head, "zero for you?"

John laughed as he took Vala's putter and lead the way down the stairs. The bored girl in the booth didn't even look at him as he slid the two putters across the ledge to her. Turning around, John threw his hands up in surrender. "All right, I admit it; you beat me at my own game. You win."

"Of course I do, silly." Vala wrapped her arms around one of John's. "So, what's next?"

John didn't even have to think. He squeezed Vala's arm tight to his body and said, "Fremont Street."

The Fremont Street Experience was starting just as they arrived. The lights on the street went out, the neon was turned off; even Las Vegas Vick and Las Vegas Vickie were dim. Vala turned to John and he saw her open her mouth, but then the music kicked on and the images started to flash on the overhead screen. Heads craned back, hands entwined, they moved slowly down Fremont, and John could hear Vala's laughter over the music, could see her eyes shine as she stared at three guys lying on the street staring up at the show.

John leaned in close to speak directly into her ear. "If you think you'll get off the ground in that skirt without giving the whole street a show -" He let his words tail off. Really, it was Vala's call. When she shook her head sadly, he was sort of disappointed, but it was better than having O'Neill bail them out for public lewdness.

Five minutes later, the show ended and they made their way up the street toward the Plaza Hotel. Vala pulled him over to look at silly signs. He made her stop to watch the magician who was performing out of the back of a pickup truck. When she tried to explain the tricks to him, he hushed her and pulled her in front of him, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The ice cream cart was parked on the corner directly across from the Plaza. John thought it was a lousy location with thousands of light bulbs just waiting to melt the product. Vala thought it was a good idea to eat her ice cream sitting right under those lights.

"I still remember the first time I tried Haagen Daaz." John knew it had to be within the past two years, so he wasn't really surprised. "I'd just come back from being with - them." Vala waved her hand toward the sky. John nodded. "I was - I missed Adria. And what she could have been; what we could have had." John nodded again. Teyla or Elizabeth would probably expect him to say something, but Vala didn't seem to need that. He was very thankful. "Sam came to my room on base. She said I was depressed and that I needed ice cream." Vala looked at him seriously. "Sam is a very smart woman."

John smiled and watched Vala's pink tongue flicker out to catch a drip of ice cream before it could slide down the stick and onto her fingers. She concentrated on eating, trying to beat the lights, but it was a losing battle. The next drip hit her index finger and started to slide down past the knuckle. Before she could do anything, more drips hit her fingers. Chocolate ice cream trembled on the tip of a fingernail and John watched it cling tenaciously before dropping to the ground. Laughing, Vala tossed the stick in the trash and lifted her hand to her lips.

John caught Vala's hand and heard himself say, "Let me get that for you." If his lips hadn't been wrapped around her chocolate flavoured fingers, he would have groaned at how lame that line was. Instead, he groaned at the taste of Vala, and chocolate and dry desert air. He ran his mouth over her fingertip, feeling the whorls rough against his tongue. He nibbled into the webbing where the thumb joins the hand, and felt Vala shiver. Long after all the chocolate had been licked off her skin, he raised to head to look into her eyes.

"Took you long enough," Vala said as she twined their fingers together and pressed her lips to his. A catcall from the ice cream vendor, of all people, broke them apart.

"Hotel?"

"Hotel."

The bellman at the Plaza got them a taxi, and John was sure he heard the guy say "Newlyweds" as he closed the door. John didn't bother trying to correct him. Instead, he dived back into Vala's mouth. Hand cradling the back of her head, he let his tongue drift across her lower lip, drawing back teasingly each time her tongue reached out to his. Using his teeth, he nibbled, pulling her lip gently, tugging until she exploded forward. Trapped against the door of the taxi, John whimpered as Vala's tongue plundered his mouth. It wrapped his tongue in knots, chasing her as she darted from his teeth to his cheek. The tip of her tongue flickered across his palate, traced the ridges then dashed out lick the bow of his upper lip. The driver had to clear his throat three times before they realized they were back at the Tropicana.

John kept his hands to himself, barely, as they moved down the halls of the Tropicana to his room. He had appreciated the fact that O'Neill had booked them into the Tropicana when they got there. The history of Las Vegas lived in places like the Tropicana. John had looked at each picture of Dean Martin and Elvis and Sammy Davis Jr. as they'd been lead to their Garden Rooms. Now, he didn't much care. All he cared about was that they each had their own room facing onto the small garden area in the centre; it meant he and Vala could have some privacy.
As the door shut behind him, John reached for Vala. His arms slid round her waist as she clung to his neck. The kisses that had been so good in the taxi were just as good in the room. Shifting his feet, he started to move them toward the bed slowly. Then Vala stepped out of his arms.

"Don't just stand there," she said as she moved to the bed. Her hands quickly undid her halter, tossing it to the ground. "I'm hoping you'll be as good at everything else as you are at kissing."

"Seducing me was your plan all along?" John was undoing the buttons of his shirt as he asked. "Did you put Teal'c up to the Bingo thing?"

"No, Muscles came up with that one all by himself." Vala unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it. John's fingers fumbled the buttons of his shirt. "Seems he really does like Bingo." Wearing the tiniest pair of black lace panties John had ever seen, Vala stepped forward. Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers rubbing over his belt. "I'm just quite good at seizing opportunities," she said, as she cupped him through his pants.

John decided to skip the rest of the buttons and pulled his shirt over his head. "I can be an opportunity." And really, the lame lines had to stop. "But, what about Jackson?" And the stupid questions could stop too. Here he was, with a beautiful woman who was admitting she set out to seduce him, and he was asking about another guy? Way to go, Sheppard.

"What about Daniel?" Vala didn't stop touching him as she asked, so John took that as a good sign.

"I, uh, I thought you two had a thing."

"Oh, we do," Vala replied blithely as her fingers worked his belt loose. "Everyone knows it, except Daniel."

"Ah," John said, like he understood. Which, really, he didn't, but that seemed to be okay.

John heard his zipper slide down, but he was mostly focussed on the clever fingers slipping inside his briefs. Then he heard Vala's voice. "What about you and McKay?"

"McKay?" John was fairly sure his voice hadn't cracked like that since high school. But - fingernails.

"I thought you two had a thing."

"McKay!?" And John was completely sure his voice hadn't gone that high since middle school. "Me and McKay?"

John had never had a woman laugh with her hand around his dick. He decided it was okay.

"Gotcha!" Vala said with a push. John missed her hand on his way down to the bed. But it came back as soon as his pants and boxers were gone. He gave a passing thought to his shoes, but decided they were okay too.

Vala's soft, beautiful breasts pressed against him, tugging at his chest hair as she slithered up his body. "You are a very beautiful man, John Sheppard."

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing," he said to the top of Vala's head.

When her head popped up, her eyes were sparkling again. "You think you're beautiful too?"

"Exactly. Now get up here." The last drag of flesh on flesh felt great, but his tongue on Vala's nipple felt even better. He could feel it pebble as he dragged open mouthed kisses across her chest. Every time she gasped, it would shove its way further into his mouth. Finally, he took pity on it, rolling Vala to her back and latching his lips around the nearest nipple. As her back arched up to his mouth, his fingers slid over her abdomen.

"I think these need to go." John snapped the waistband of the lace panties gently. They were hot, no doubt, but they were in his way.

"I think you're right." Vala lifted her hips obligingly.

"I think if you can still think, then I'm not doing this right." John eased the panties down Vala's legs, then moved between them.

"I was just thinking the same thing," Vala said, with mock solemnity. And they both laughed. John couldn't remember the last time sex had been this much fun.

Vala twitched her hips impatiently. "Sheppard."

"Don't you think you should call me John?" he asked as he leaned down to brush her mound with his lips.

"Keep doing that and I'll call you whatever you'd like." Vala let out a breath, leaned back, and closed her eyes.

John let his lips curve away from her wet sex. He nosed her hip bone until she gave a giggling sigh. He licked the tendon that strained against the stretch of her thighs. He let his hands cup her hips and lift them as he licked along the crease where her thighs met her ass. He breathed deeply, the scent of leather almost a part of her skin. And through it all, Vala didn't twitch, she didn't direct, she hummed and moaned and enjoyed it all.

Finally, John couldn't wait any longer. Pulling back, he slipped his arms up to cup Vala's breasts. As his fingers teased her nipples, plucking and pulling, his tongue breached her for the first time. He breathed deeply through his nose as her taste exploded on his tongue. Tart, strong, but with a sweetness that made him long for more. Broad sweeps of his tongue made Vala's hips twitch. Flicks of his tongue and the drag of his teeth over her perineum made Vala whimper. When he settled his tongue against her clit and wrapped his mouth around it to suck, Vala moaned long and low.

Never stopping the sucking and the licking, John slid a hand down Vala's body. He needed to feel her, really feel her. The first finger slid in to heat and wet and tight, and Vala pushed down hard against his hand.

"More. John, more." And there was the pushy Vala who'd pinned him in the taxi. John was surprised to realize he'd missed her.

Pulling his head back, John looked up Vala's body to meet her eyes. "More this?" he asked, sliding a second finger in. "Or more this?" He lowered his head again, mouth brushing her with the last word.

Vala's hands wound through his hair as her leg wrapped around the back of his neck. Even with her skin pressed tightly to his ears, he could hear her say "More everything."

John's fingers pushed into Vala, matching the rhythm she set as she ground her hips in small circles. He pressed his fingertips up as he pushed his tongue down, sucking, pulling, tugging, flicking, each movement echoed in the trembles that shook Vala's thighs. With one final tug on her nipple, Vala came with a cry that might have been John's name.

Gentling her through the aftershocks, John kept his fingers moving in Vala. He longed to feel her wrapped around him as he thrust into her. His cock ached as it rubbed against the bed. John had almost managed to forget how hard he was while he was making Vala come, but he was very aware of it now.

Vala's fingers tugged at John's hair. "Get up here."

"Isn't that my line?" John smiled as he lowered himself over Vala's body. His cock rested against her thigh, sliding in the juices he had spread there with his fingers and lips.

"Guess I stole it," Vala said with a grin. "Do you have condoms here?"

"Shit!" John let his head drop to the pillow beside Vala's head. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."

John felt Vala's hand patting his shoulder. "Can you reach my skirt?"

"Um, yeah." Somehow, it was still clinging to the edge of the bed. John hooked it with his foot and flipped it up so Vala could catch it. "Good hands."

"Good dexterity. I could use a man like you." John waggled his eyebrows and Vala laughed as she pulled a condom out of a skirt that had no pockets John could see. He decided not to ask; it was probably better that way. "Now, John Sheppard, I want you to put this on and fuck me."

"Yes, ma'am!"

John kneeled back on his heels to roll the condom on. At the first touch of his hand, his mind caught up to what he was about to do. The thought of being inside Vala was enough to make him rush.

The first push in made them both moan. The second made them twitch. Soon, John had himself propped on his elbows and knees, Vala's arms and legs wrapped around him tightly. Her heat enveloped him, her scent rising to tease him with every inward thrust. Burying his nose in her hair, he knew he wasn't going to last long.

"Please, John," Vala whimpered.

John angled his thrusts so he was rubbing her inside and out. Her legs started to tremble again, and he knew she was close. John thrust harder, feeling himself slide into that tight heat that kept trying to draw him back in. With a cry, Vala shoved her hips up hard against him. Pulling with her arms, she put her mouth against his shoulder and bit down. Just like that, John felt his orgasm slam through him. Vala's name spilled from his lips as he shuddered through it, his arms gathering her as close as he could while the blood rushed in his ears.

When John could hear again, Vala was chuckling. "Well, that was interesting." Her fingers traced the bite mark on his shoulder. "You should have told me about that."

John knew the tips of his ears were red. "I would have ... if I'd known about it."

Vala's laughter filled the room again, and John smiled. Slipping carefully out of Vala, John disposed of the condom, tidied their scattered clothing and shifted Vala to get under the covers. Crawling into bed behind her, he gathered her in his arms again. "Thank you."

"For the sex?" Vala sounded truly puzzled.

"No, for the making my whole night so enjoyable." John nuzzled behind Vala's ear. "Including the sex."

"Oh, well then, thank you too." Vala turned to give John a peck on the nose, then settled back down in his arms. Within moments she was asleep and John followed soon after.

John awoke to the sound of someone pounding on the glass doors that allowed access to the garden area their rooms shared. Wiping a hand across his face, he put on his shorts and flung the curtains open to see Ronon silhouetted against a desert bright sky.

"If you're not careful, buddy, you're going to break the door." Ronon stepped into the room. "Then we'll have to pay for it."

"No problem," Ronon said with a grin, brandishing a stiff piece of paper? "I just need a hammer and nails, Sheppard. Can you help me out?"

"Ronon. I have to ask. Why?"

Ronon brandished the paper again. "This is why."

"Okaaaay." John ran his hand through his hair. "Still not getting it, buddy."

Ronon grinned, and that was - kinda scary, actually. "Remember yesterday when I asked you about those pictures on the wall in the hallways here?" John nodded carefully. "And you said they were a record of important moments in Las Vegas history?" Another nod while Ronon held the paper out. It was a bingo card. "Well, I won the grand prize last night. I've gotta add my history to the wall."

John was speechless. Vala wasn't. "Good plan, Junior."

"Junior?" John and Ronon asked together.

Vala's head appeared over the edge of the comforter to give them both a look that questioned their intelligence. "Well, if Teal'c is Muscles, he must be Muscles Junior."

Ronon smiled as John ran his hand through his hair again. He wondered if this was how Rodney had lost most of his hair.

"Guess I should go," Ronon said, looking between John and Vala with a grin. "You've got your own history to work on."

"Yeah, yeah, get out." John waved Ronon toward the garden door. "And no, I am not nailing Vala to the hotel wall."

Ronon grinned again. "Bed's probably safer at your age."

"Get out!" John yelled as Vala giggled. "And stay away from the damn Marines."

"Check with Sam," Vala called out. "She usually carries tools."

"Thanks." The door closed behind Ronon and John turned back to the bed.

"Well, that was -"

"Yes, it was. Now come back to bed."

"Yes, ma'am!"