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Nemecs ROOs: ::walks into house carrying small bag of cat treats, hears kitty meowling, pout:: Awww... my poor little baby... ::heads upstairs to laundry room::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *stays behind Summer where its safe* So you think this will really work? *rubs the back of his neck*
LtGraceSheppard: *seventh chevron locks* *wormhole activates* *people start coming through*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::napping in his quarters, isn't roused by the klaxxons sounding::
Nemecs ROOs: Hope so... ::opens door and kitty flies into arms omfg:: awww... did somebody miss me? I missed you too ::snuggles wee little kitten::
LtGraceSheppard: *comes through, still holding her side* *grins like a fool at O'Neill* Good to see you, Sir.
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *deathglares the six toed kitty of doom*
Nemecs ROOs: Jack: ::smiles, nods:: Good to see you too Lieutenant... welcome back, and congratulations... ::winks::
LtGraceSheppard: *blush* Thank you sir. Can I have like...an hour before we debrief? *pratically bouncing up and down*
Nemecs ROOs: ::walks toward the bedroom with little Bono:: if you could set up his cat house thing in there, then he won't be quite so bored and then maybe he'll claw it and not you and the banester... ::lays on the bed with kitty::
Nemecs ROOs: Jack: ::grin, nod:: Make it two...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *mutters but sets up the cat tower thingy...which leans heavily to the left* *headtilt* ...I followed the instructions.
LtGraceSheppard: *salutes* Yes sir! *takes off running, goes in the elevator, runs and slides into John's door*
Nemecs ROOs: Is it sturdy enough that it won't fall apart? ::headtilt::
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::is roused by the sound, gets up and opens the door, blinks a bit unsure if he's awake::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *pokes it, and sighs when it falls apart* Give me a naquadria generator any day... *starts putting it back together*
LtGraceSheppard: *shaking, and teary* Hi.
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::blink:: Kerri, oh my God... ::grabs and hugs tightly forgetting injury in excitement::
Nemecs ROOs: ::blink, covers mouth to muffle laugh:: Need help?
LtGraceSheppard: *clings to him, trying not make a sound despite the fact that it hurts like all fucking get out* He..hey you...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *mock glare, grinning just a little* This is delicate scientific work.
Nemecs ROOs: John: Hey... ::kisses liek whoa::
LtGraceSheppard: *kisses back* I...god I love you... *pale from the pain* Here...lemme sit down, ok? *weak grin*
Nemecs ROOs: ::smirk, lets Bono run about, looks through bedside table drawer and pulls out handcuffs, twirls them on her finger:: Yes... I'm sure it is. How long you gonna be exactly? ::headtilt, evil grin::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *blink, swallow* Not long! *hurriedly puts it back together, only now its leaning in the other direction*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::loosens hold, remembers injury:: I love you too... oh sweetheart, I'm sorry, I forgot... ::points to injured side:: yes, let's sit...
Nemecs ROOs: ::shakes head:: that gonna topple over on him? ::pointed stare, plays with handcuffs::
LtGraceSheppard: *perches herself carefully on the side of the bed* I dont know what in the hell you said to O'Neill, but within two hours...they had me packed up, and shipped out. *reaches out to take his hand*
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: No, no! *watches warily as Bono jumps on cat toy, which promptly falls apart*
LtGraceSheppard: Bono: *jumps onto Jonas' face*
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: Ahhhh!! *flail*
Nemecs ROOs: ::scurries over and grabs kitty:: omfg!
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *lays there* ...maybe we should try to put it together later? *twitch*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::squeezes her hand:: I'm good... ::smiles, runs a hand through her hair:: I missed you so damn much... next time you wake me, got it? ::look in her eyes, serious expression::
LtGraceSheppard: *smiles a little* I'm hoping there isnt a next time...but if there is, I'll wake you. I promise. *kisses him deeply, pushes him back on the bed*
Nemecs ROOs: ::locks Bono in John's room, heh, kneels down and pet's Jonas' hair, looks at the scratch marks on his face:: You need to go and get those cleaned up, they're not too bad, but... let's not take chances, huh? ::pet:: Bactine and neosporin is downstairs... let me get the cat situated ok?
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *wraps his arms around her waist and sits up* Right. *starts tickling her* I'll get right to that. *tickletickle*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::kisses passionately, hands traveling her body, carefully as to not touch injury::
LtGraceSheppard: John...*gasp* There's ah...*flinches* That one. *has a big ass bruise on her thigh* Just those two, though. *tugs his shirt off, and tosses it* *lamp falls over* ...thats gotta be some kind of gift.
Nemecs ROOs: ::has a minor giggle fit, kisses him:: you do that... ::smirk, kiss:: I don't want you getting cat scratch fevor...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *laughs* Alright, alright... *helps her up, and kisses her hand* Five minutes, and then handcuffs?
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::blinks at bruises, gently removes her shirt and tosses it aside:: You're a caution my love... ::runs a hands across her shoulder, kisses softly::
Nemecs ROOs: ::nodnod, kiss:: Five minutes... and I'm at your mercy... or lack thereof... ::grin, bites lip::
LtGraceSheppard: *blinks* I have no idea what that means. *arches and moans when he kisses her neck* God, I missed you...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *kisses Sum, then her tummy, then jogs off to go clean off the scratches*
Nemecs ROOs: John: I missed you more... ::rids them both of what clothing is left while talking:: I never want to be apart again... ::kisses her deeply as he slides inside her::
LtGraceSheppard: *clings to him* Oh God...I love you John... *clenches her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck* Dont stop...please...
Nemecs ROOs: ::puts kitty tower together in 2 minutes flat, perfectly straight and sturdy, get's Bono's food and water changed, gets him from John's room and places him on his tower and watches as he claws the hell out of it happily:: That's my good boy...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: Back! .... *blinks* Wow... *blink, grin* Have I told you I love you, recently? *impressed, omfg*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::thrusts against her, softly kisses behind her ear, whispers:: I love you more than life itself... ::moans in the back of his throat::
Nemecs ROOs: I love you too... and yes you have, but you can repeat it all you like... ::uber cute grin::
LtGraceSheppard: Jesus fucking christ.... *arches against, uncaring of her injuries* *digs her nails into his shoulders*
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: I bow before your mechanical aptitude. *picks her up and tosses her on the bed* But now... *tries for evil look*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::moans loudly, arches against her:: Holy fuck... kisses her hard::
LtGraceSheppard: Did you...Oh God...Did you lock the door? *wraps her legs around him and kisses him deeply, and roughly*
Nemecs ROOs: ::expression of mock fear:: Oh my... you're not gonna hurt me... are you? ::bites lip::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *trying so hard not to laugh* I suppose not...if you're a good little slave girl.
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::increases rythm of thrusts:: I... ::groans:: don't remember... ::doesn't much care, bites her lip, kisses hard::
Nemecs ROOs: ::busts out giggling::
LtGraceSheppard: Oh God...John...oh God... *pulls her body tight against him and orgasms, shuddering with pain and pleasure*
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *laughs and sits down on the bed next to her.* I'm not so good at this, huh? *throws an arm around her affectionately*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::arms stiffen then shake, arches as he orgasms, buries his face in her neck:: OhJesusFuckingChristKerri...
LtGraceSheppard: *holds him tightly against her* I love you so much...
Nemecs ROOs: ::nuzzles his neck:: I think you're too sweet for the evilness... wanna handcuff me anyhow, or should I handcuff you again? ::headtilt::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *blushes and looks down at the bed* I kindasorta liked it when you handcuffed me... *shy, cute grin* I like seeing you in charge.
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::looks into her eyes:: I love you... and ::reaches in drawer of side table, pulls out ring box:: belongs to you... ::pulls ring out and slides it on her finger:: Perfect fit too... ::grins::
LtGraceSheppard: *looks down at the ring, in sort of giddy awe* Your great grandma was a size five? *has tiny, delicate fingers*
Nemecs ROOs: ::grabs handcuffs and shoves him down on the bed, kisses him hard:: You are so in for it...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *big doofy grin* Yes Ma'am. *shivers a little, and bites his lip, lowering his eyes demurely*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::grins:: It would appear so... ::grins and kisses:: Works out great I think... don't have to pay for resizing... ::goofy grin::
Nemecs ROOs: ::pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the ground, snaps fingers and points to the headboard:: Hands above your head... ::stern forceful tone::
LtGraceSheppard: *grins a little* Definitely. *pinches his side playfully* You threw me off earlier, with the touching and kissing...but you never told me what you said to O'Neill. *wonders if there was threats of bodily harm to get her home so fast*
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *obeys automatically, and keeps his eyes lowered subserviently*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::smirks:: Ask him... ::wrinkles nose cutely::
LtGraceSheppard: *whaps him gently* Tell me! *cute puppy dog eyes*
LtGraceSheppard: (Six minutes, then I gotta sign off and back on.)
Nemecs ROOs: ::climbs up next to him, and cuffs him securley to the headboard, climbs ontop straddling him, still very much clothed:: Tell me what you want me to do to you... ::mock glare::
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::laughs:: Just reminded him about a certain Lt. Colonel and a certain indesgression... ::smirk:: Actually, he was already recalling people and I simply requested you be in the first group, as we're newly engaged and it'd be nice to give you your ring...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *swallows dryly* I want...I want you to make love to me.
LtGraceSheppard: *snuggles against him* The General's a good guy. *still has crush, omg* So...why was the gate postponed again?
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::shrug:: Think there's a problem on the Atlantis end...
LtGraceSheppard: *bites lip and buries her face shyly into his shoulder* Hmm...kay.
Nemecs ROOs: ::glare, slaps him:: Love... what are you a woman? ::sounds almost too serious::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *winces, meets her eyes defiantly* Fine. I want to fuck you.
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::snuggles tightly, running his fingers through her hair:: This is nice... so glad you're home.
LtGraceSheppard: Wecouldifyouwantedtoprobablygoaheadandmoveintotheapartment. *coughs*
Nemecs ROOs: ::evil grin:: that's a little better... ::death glares as she removes her blouse and bra:: How bad do you want it? ::wiggles hips against his groin::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *strains against the handcuffs and lifts his hips up off of the bed* Bad... *groans*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::raises an eyebrow:: we could... that means going over to the Quinn's to actually get my things...
LtGraceSheppard: *blinks* We'll buy you new stuff? *bites lip and sits up on his lap*
Nemecs ROOs: ::lick/bites down his chest while raking her fingernails down his sides:: Bad, huh? ::unbuckles, unzips and removes his pants and boxers, houvers face above his groin, stares at him::
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::pout:: I like my stuff... it's *my* stuff... ::puppy face::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *bites lip and resists the urge to thrust his hips* Yes... *cant help it, hips buck just a little*
LtGraceSheppard: *sighs dramatically and flops over backwards* *completely off the bed* ...ow.
Nemecs ROOs: ::licks the tip of his penis, then sits up, and stares at him:: Eager are we?
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *full body shudder* Please... *heavy lidded eyes, and wet panting mouth*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::blinks, hops up to help her off the floor:: that's my Grace... you alright babe?
LtGraceSheppard: *nods a little* I need to change my bandages. *scurries into the bathroom, revealing a line of bruises down her back, and what looks remarkably like handprint bruises on her hip*
Nemecs ROOs: ::gets off the bed entirely, slips off skirt and panties, stand there headtilted looking at him:: God you're pretty... but should I really give it to you? ::so damn turned on omg::
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::blinks, follows:: Uhhh... what in the hell happened here? ::points to bruises::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *arches up a little, lip between his teeth* Please Summer... I need you...please... *toes curl in a big pleading arch upward*
LtGraceSheppard: *back stiffens* The 303. I told you.
Nemecs ROOs: ::climbs up on the bed, slowly crawls on top of him, slides him inside her, closes eyes and resists urge to grind madly, stays perfectly still::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *shudders and groans, trying to stay as still as possible* *has goosebumps* God, Summer....
Nemecs ROOs: John: Uh-huh... and since when does the 303 have hands?
LtGraceSheppard: *holds herself rigidly* It was a problem, I handled it.
Nemecs ROOs: ::breathing heavily, looks him in the eye, evil smirk:: You gonna fuck me now Jonas? ::dying for it::
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::frowns:: What sort of problem are we talking about here exactly? ::getting pissed at evasiveness::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *pulls against the handcuffs* Yes... *thrusts his hips up as hard as he can*
LtGraceSheppard: Ju...Just luh leave it alone...will you? *starting to shake a little*
Nemecs ROOs: ::sharp intake of breath, squeak sound from the back of her throat, cannot resist urge any longer, grinds hips hard and fast against his trusts:: Harder damn you...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *wrists are raw from the cuffs, but doesnt care* Oh fuck, Summer...god yeah... *plants his feet and thrusts up against her as hard and deeply as he can*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::shakes his head:: Fine... close me out, that's so damn typical of you. ::goes back into his room and puts his boxers on, flumps on the bed all frustrated::
LtGraceSheppard: You want to know, John?! You really want to fucking know? Why do you think Everett's been gone, so damn long? Why do you think that we're *never* on base at the same time?! *comes out of the bathroom and slams the door, bandage free* Because he used to fuck me, John!
Nemecs ROOs: ::grips his arms, leans down and kisses him hard and deeply, moaning into his mouth::
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::wide eyed stare, speechless::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *kisses her desperately, trying to be as close as possible, even though his arms are bound*
LtGraceSheppard: *rubs her face* He was my first CO, and when I got put under his command, his wife had just left him. It was a weird pity fuck thing, that went on way too long. He came to me once, after Saqqara, and I lost it. I was still half out of my head. Hammond told him that I wasnt to be touched, spoken to, or anything, or he'd court martial him. *forcibly casual shrug* He was on the Prometheus.
Nemecs ROOs: ::arches against him, grinding furriously, sucks and bites his lip, before sitting up on him, looks in his eyes:: Do you want to touch me Jonas?
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::facepalms:: And he fucking touched you...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: God...yes, please Sum...let me touch you... *groans low in his throat* Let me fuck you...
LtGraceSheppard: I. Handled. It. *shaking*
Nemecs ROOs: ::grabs key off the nightstand and unlocks the handcuffs quickly:: Fuck me Jonas... Oh God fuck me hard... ::deep kiss::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *sits up and wraps his arms around her waist, bracing her as he thrusts harder* Oh yeah oh fuck...take me, Summer...
Nemecs ROOs: John: Right... ::gets up, and dressed hurridly, fists clenched:: Now *I'm* going to handle him... ::storms out the door::
LtGraceSheppard: John! *hurriedly gets dressed, unsure if she should go get O'Neill, or try to keep John from killing Everett* Goddamnit, John! *chases after him*
Nemecs ROOs: ::moans loudly, grinds hips madly against him:: Oh Jonas... God Yes... Oh fuck...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *holds her close and fucks her hard* Summer, baby come for me....*kisses her deeply*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::in a blind rage omg, continues storming down the halls in search of Everett::
LtGraceSheppard: *stops by an airman* Get me O'Neill, now! And if Summer Quinn is anywhere in this complex, get her too! *takes off after John again*
Nemecs ROOs: ::body shudders as she comes hard, moans loudly, hands clenched in his hair:: OhmyfuckingGodJonas...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *keeps thrusting through her orgasm, trying to make it last as long as possible, still holding back*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::so gonna kick Everetts ass omfg::
LtGraceSheppard: Everett: *sitting in the commisary*
Nemecs ROOs: ::arches against him, exhales sharply, clings to him breathing heavily:: Come baby... come for me Jonas...
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::bursts into the commissary, points a finger at Everett:: You!!
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *bites her shoulder and bucks against her, body shuddering with release*
LtGraceSheppard: Everett: *blinks* Yeah? *stands, because omfg Sheppard looks pissed*
Nemecs ROOs: ::clings tight omfg:: God I love you...
Nemecs ROOs: John: You son of a bitch...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *gently lays them back against the bed* I love you too, honey... *yawns and snuggles*
LtGraceSheppard: Everett: Excuse me, Major? *emphasis on rank* *sees Duncan skitter in behind Sheppard* Aw, shit. *facepalm*
Nemecs ROOs: ::snuggles and pets his hair, yawns:: Was it good for you? ::small giggle::
Nemecs ROOs: John: Aw shit is right you bastard, Sir...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *laughs softly* Of course. *rubs his wrists a little* Maybe we should get the furry cuffs, though?
LtGraceSheppard: Everett: You cant possibly tell me that you believe her? *disbelieving headshake* That kid is off in the head.
Nemecs ROOs: ::grins, kisses:: we could do that... ::nuzzle, yawn:: or we can get silk scarves to tie you up... ::headtilt::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *eyebrow raise* Hmm...I thik you'd look gorgeous, tied to the bed with scarves. *kisses the top of her head*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::glare omfg:: You do not talk about my fiance like that! I should kill you where you stand!
Nemecs ROOs: ::grins, snuggles tight:: that mean I get to be tied up next time?
LtGraceSheppard: John! *grabs his arm* Let it go...please, let it go...
LtGraceSheppard: Everett: *barks out a laugh* You mean she already conned you into marrying her? What'd you do Lieutenant, fake a pregnancy with him, too?
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *happy nod* Yeah...but no evil. I'm not good at that. Maybe I'll just tease you until you beg...
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::blinks, fist up in the air:: You are asking for it, Sir... seriously...
LtGraceSheppard: *shaking* I wasnt faking it!
LtGraceSheppard: Everett: Bullshit! You bled, like a week later!
LtGraceSheppard: You pushed me down the stairs!
Nemecs ROOs: ::kisses his chin:: Agreed... no evil...
LtGraceSheppard: Everett: You fucking deserved it, you filthy whore!
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::fucking punches him in the jaw::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *big grin* I think Bono likes his new house.
LtGraceSheppard: Everett: *stumbles backwards, and then goes for John*
Nemecs ROOs: ::giggle:: I think so too... ::nuzzle:: I think he'll be less evil now...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *eyes cat warily* I hope so... *kisses her nose* You did so good, putting that together.
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::ducks him, and does a swift Teyla-esque move and has him on his knees, arm tight around his neck::
Nemecs ROOs: John: You'll be apologising to the lady now... Sir...
LtGraceSheppard: John...please stop, please... *crying*
LtGraceSheppard: Everett: *spits at Kerri's feet*
Nemecs ROOs: Bono: ::jumps up on the bed and hops up on Sum's pillow purring::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *leans down and kisses Sum's tummy* How are my beautiful children today?
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::releases Everett:: I'm reporting your ass to Hammond...
LtGraceSheppard: *grabs John and drags him out into the hallway* Are you insane?!?
Nemecs ROOs: ::babies respond to his voice, and kick wildly:: ::blink:: I'd say they love their daddy...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *holds a hand on her stomach and grins* So amazing.
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::blinks at her:: Am I... what the fuck? He assaulted you for Christ sake... am I insane? ::hands flailing about wildly::
Nemecs ROOs: ::smiles and runs fingers through his hair:: It is... and so are you...
LtGraceSheppard: I handled it! He's a superior officer! Dont you think I've tried telling people before? There's no proof, and its his word against mine! I've fought this battle before John, and it cant be won! *shaking and sobbing*
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *tummy kiss, and then a long kiss to Summer* So what can I do for my beloved wife?
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::grabs her and holds her close:: Then it's simple, I zat the bastard three times and be done with it...
LtGraceSheppard: *struggles against him for a moment, and then relaxes* I didnt want you to know...about him...about the baby...
Nemecs ROOs: ::grins:: ... a banana split sounds awfully good and we have everything for it in the kitchen... ::uber cute smile:: and there's no cooking involved...
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: Then I shall return with your banana split, your majesty! *kisses her hand, and bows low, before taking off downstairs*
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::rubs her back soothingly:: It doesn't change the way I feel about you...
LtGraceSheppard: *laughs a little bit, against his chest* The spinning thing was cool...
Nemecs ROOs: ::snuggles under the covers, picks up wee kitten and lets him cul up on her chest, pets his cute little noggin as he falls asleep::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *bangs, crashes, and other odd kitchen related noises*
Nemecs ROOs: ::blinks at the noise, figures he's being over zealous and pets Bono::
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::smirks:: You should train with Teyla when we get to Atlantis, she kicks my ass every time...
LtGraceSheppard: *blink* You want me to get my ass kicked?
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *CRASH BANG!!!* *comes upstairs with chocolate sauce on his nose, and a split in hand* Ta da!
Nemecs ROOs: John: ::blink:: No... ::laugh:: she'll teach you to kick some ass
LtGraceSheppard: *blink* You dont think I'm capable? *offended* I could take you. *pout*
Nemecs ROOs: ::grins, small giggle, moves kitty over on pillow, signals him to come closer with finger::
LtGraceSheppard: Jonas: *gently hands her the sundae and a spoon* Your split, M'lady. *bows again*
Nemecs ROOs: John: Whoa now... I never said that... she just has a whole different art in defense...
Nemecs ROOs: ::grabs him and pulls him close, licks chocolate off the tip of his nose, grins::