Comments | lt_col_sheppard: Confession--it's got to be good for something.

lt_col_sheppard

Confession--it's got to be good for something.

Mar 05, 2006 09:32

Only did a few sins--figured I'd pace myself. *grin*
((ooc--John's player is going to be out of town on family business until Tuesday. Treat him kindly whilst I am away--he's had an exciting few days.))
( Forgive me, Father, I enjoyed every second. )

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dr_macgregor March 8 2006, 19:35:53 UTC

A4. hehe and I like that...

B3. curiosity...

Sin 2-5. hmmm. good idea.

Say.. Where you at right now? I've got a question, but I'd prefer to ask it in person... ;)

lt_col_sheppard March 9 2006, 19:03:16 UTC

I'm in my office working up the roster for the next few missions--could really use a break...gonna stop by and save me from papercuts?

dr_macgregor March 9 2006, 19:07:12 UTC

absolutely, I'll be right over.

Rae takes the transporter to the second level of the jumper bay hallway and takes a deep breath. She smooths her hair and uniform and chimes the door. At his reply, Rae enters the office, making sure the door is closed behind her.

"Hey there. Tired of the adminstrative duties already?"

lt_col_sheppard March 9 2006, 19:13:04 UTC

John leaned back as she entered, tipping his chair back dangerously far, stretching his arms over his head. His back popped audibly and he let out a long groan, melting back into the uphostered chair.

"mmmh.....I don't think I'm cut out to be a desk jockey, Rae--promise you've come bearing word of something I can go shoot at, please?"

He gives her a petulant, pitiful look and shoves his latest stack of forms to the side, patting the space he's made, inviting her to sit

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dr_macgregor March 15 2006, 20:14:33 UTC

"...God, Rae--want you too--want you so badly.."

John spoke as he leaned his head against hers. His body was warming the air between them as he leaned in to kiss her again, learning the shape and taste of her mouth. His hands, warm and wide upon her back, drew her into his hardness. Rae whimpered with need, completely forgetting they were still in uniform and on his desk. His forehead rested on her, his breath uneven as he spoke. One of her hands clenched his jacket, the other lay soft and warm on his cheek. His words...

His words gave her a strange wave of warmth unlike anything she'd felt physically. It was as if her soul was a seperate thing, approving and smiling upon them. That he would deny himself, to give her this... John held her tightly, speaking against her mouth, staring into her eyes. "....I want to wait until I can call you my wife...want to be able to hear you call me husband when I make you come..."A deep shiver ran through Rachel. Arousal lanced through her, sharp-edged and swift. All she could do was gasp against ( ... )

lt_col_sheppard March 16 2006, 20:47:19 UTC

John palms Rae's cheeks, thumbs brushing along her full lower lip, pulling her in, kissing away the long streaks of warm tears. They're pressed fully front-to-front now, the warm buzz of arousal still there, but momentarily overshadowed by the soft hitch of her breath, the complete look of suprise on her face.

"Oh Rae, God, of course I would..of course I'd do anything for you..this is the least of what I'd do to make you happy."

he kissed her sweetly, longingly, hands still warm on her cheeks. He's smiling when he pulls back, hands slipping down to cup her sweetly rounded hips, holding her in close. On a sudden wicked whim, he rubs against her, his hardness brushing the almost-damp vee of her thighs, her heat palpable even through two layers of trousers.

"...f'course..." he growls in her ear, taking a moment to nuzzle and nip at the upper curve "there are a few things we can do to...ease things in the meantime ( ... )

dr_macgregor March 16 2006, 22:05:55 UTC

She loves how John has a need for touch. This powerful urge to always have his hands on those he cares about, to ground them, to reassure himself they're real. It's the connection she likes, the sensuality of skin, the assurance they're there. Rae smiles at this thing they share ( ... )

lt_col_sheppard March 17 2006, 03:29:42 UTC

He grinned slowly, wicked thoughts written in the dark glint of his eyes, the way the skin at the corners crinkled just so, the dark brush of stubble just under his lips. He wore this expression seldom in public, hell, he wore it seldom regardless of his geography these days. This was the smile he used to give Rodney when things were new and they'd just decided the jumper bay WAS an excellent place for post-lunch sex...or nobody could probably see them on the east pier balcony this time of day...probably. It was a smile meant for dark, musky-sweet places and secluded sun-dappled stretches of floor just out of hearing range of just about everyone else in the city...or so one hoped ( ... )

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