One Stormy Night...
copyright 2009 awakethepassion
All characters of StarGate and StarGate Atlantis belong to their respective writers and MGM. This is a work of fan fiction. I just want to play with them for awhile.
Why did it always have to happen to him?
He felt so exposed standing there with his pants down and the wind whistling under his shorts.
God, he should have been a briefs man. But then again, that could have been even worse. The way his clothes were sticking to him, a pair of tidy whiteys would have really given her a view of the whole package. Shit. Just when he thought something was going to go his way, something else happened to screw it up.
John sighed and looked down at the dark head of the woman on the ground beside him. He twitched slightly. This was not going the way he wanted it to.
“Damn it, Colonel.” She looked up at him and frowned. “Stop squirming.”
“It hurts.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Then maybe you should watch where you're walking next time.”
He felt her fingers on the back of his leg. Jesus! He rolled his eyes and looked up at the quickly darkening sky. “How much longer is this gonna take? That storm is gonna be here soon.”
“You should have thought about that before you decided to go storming through a thicket of thorns.”
“And I wouldn't have if you hadn't fallen in that stream.” He snorted and shook his head. “The way you were yelling...I thought you were drowning. And what do I find? You sitting on your behind in a foot of water because your foot slipped on a rock.”
“Hey!” He yelled when she dug the tweezer's into the back of his knee.
She held the tweezer's up, showing him him the thin barbed looking thing she'd just pulled out of his leg. “Want me to leave the rest of them in there?”
“Just hurry up.” He growled and quickly looked away. His eyes scanned the cliff side above them, his eyes lighting on a dark shape that was hopefully an entrance to a cave. Off in the distance thunder rumbled ominously. Dammit!
“Look-I am cold and I am wet and I certainly didn't expect to end up being your nurse maid.”
“So am I!” He jerked again. “And I didn't think I was going to end up having to baby sit you.” He shook his head in disgust. “Jesus! You damned scientist's...can't you learn to stay in one fucking place? No! You've got to wander off and then I end up having to go and look for you!”
She plucked out another of the wicked looking things with a little more force than she'd needed too.
“Shit!” He yelled and tried to pull away from her. “God damn! What don't you yank out a hunk of flesh while you're at it?”
“Sorry.”
But he could tell from the way she chuckled when she said it that she didn't mean it.
Her fingers tightened around his leg as she pulled out the next one. She was a little more gentle but not by much.
“I'm not a medical doctor but I think that was the last one.” She ran her fingers over him.
“Going to do a complete examination to make sure?” He looked down at her and grinned as her fingers edged under his shorts and got just a bit too close.
Her face went beet red and she quickly looked away from him. “Just stand still.”
He felt something cool on his skin and then hissed in pain when the stuff heated up and started to burn.
“Shit!” He jerked away from her fingers and gave her an angry glare. “What the hell is in that stuff? Battery acid?”
“Oh, shut up and stop acting like a big baby. It's just an antibiotic cream. It won't kill you.”
“No. That's your job.” He yanked his pants up, wincing as the rough cloth scraped over his sensitive skin.
She got to her feet and glared up at him. All five feet of her was practically shaking like a tuning fork. Her face was nearly as red as her hair and her gray eyes as dark as the storm clouds. Despite the pain, he laughed to himself. Any minute he expected smoke to come pouring out of her pert little ears.
She cocked her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Maybe I should have just left the things in there if you think this is so funny, Colonel.”
“Oh, just shut up.” He reached for his gun. He jerked a thumb at the path leading up to the narrow ledge above. “Look, we're too far to make it back to the Jumper. We need to get up there and out of this wind before before that storm hit's this valley. Do you think that you can follow behind me without getting lost?”
She snatched up her pack, slung it over her shoulder and gave him a dirty look. “Maybe I should hold onto your belt or maybe you can make a leash our of it.”
“I'd tie you to my damn back if I thought it would help.” He grabbed her wrist and gave her a jerk. “Now, shut up and come on.”
~
Why did this always have to happen to her?
Piper Devlin leaned back against the cave wall. Glumly, she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes.. Her teeth chattered. She was cold and he was taking forever.
She brushed a lank strand of hair back from her face and shook her head. “I'm freezing.” She shook again. “Any chance of getting that fire started any time soon?”
“Not with this crap.” He snorted. His eyes scanned around the edges of the cave. Sticks and leaves littered the rocky floor but most of it smelled like wet and mold. John Sheppard though, was a persistent man.
He searched every inch of the cave that he could, finally resorting to using his flashlight and a stick to probe into the darkest corners. Thank goodness that the cave had seemed to be abandoned. Piper didn't especially like the idea of ending up some animal's snack but she was so tired that she barely had the strength to move.
“Ha!” Sheppard finally gave a cry of triumph. He rummaged around for a few minutes and then came straggling back, a load of wood in his arms.
Within a few minutes, tendril's of smoke curled into the air and Piper sneezed and then started to cough. She groaned and put her hands over her face. “Now you're trying to suffocate me.”
John gave her a cold look as he blew gently across the smoldering leaves and the sparks that were trying to flame to life. “If I had a pillow, I would.”
“You're so funny, Colonel.” She sneered.
“And I would be safe and warm back in Atlantis right now it it weren't for you.”
“Oh, just stick it.”
He murmured something.
“What did you say?” Her eyes narrowed angrily.
“Believe me, you don't want to know.” Finally, the leaves caught fire. Steadily, he fed wood into the flames and didn't look at her again until he had a nice little fire going. “You're gonna have to get out of those clothes, you know.”
“Not on your life.” Her words were sharp but there was no way she could hide the sudden flush in her cheeks. She rubbed at her face, praying just a little that it was the start of a fever and not the way the man was looking at her.
“Look, I'm not exactly thrilled about seeing you naked either. But I don't think Doctor Weir would like it very much if I let you die from hypothermia.”
She watched him as he rolled his sleeping bag out by the fire and then hers.
“Trust me. I'm not going to die.” She hugged herself tighter and closed her eyes. Unless it's from embarrassment.
“Sheesh.” He sighed. “Why do I always get stuck with the hard headed ones?” Reaching back, he pulled his pack toward him and pulled out a blanket. Getting to his feet he walked toward her. “Here.”
Something draped over her shoulders. She opened her eyes long enough to see that Sheppard had laid the blanket across her shoulders. Not about to argue, she snuggled into it.
“Thank you.” She finally managed to chatter out.
“Huh, you need to get up.” She felt a tug on her arm as he knelt down beside her. “Even with the blanket you're not going to get warm sitting way over here.”
“I'm fine.”
“No.” He tugged on her arm again. “You're not. And that's not why I gave you the blanket.”
“I told you, I'm fine.”
“No. You're not.” His hand slid under her elbow, his fingers lightly brushing against her breast as he hauled her to her feet. John tried to hide a grin. She was so short that she barely reached the middle of his chest. He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head up so that she had to look at him. “I'll hold the blanket so that you can strip off those wet things.” He grinned wryly. “I promise. I won't look.”
“Yeah, I'm that stupid.” Her hands trembled a little when she snatched the blanket out of his hands. She tried to blame it on the cold and not because he was standing so close to her. She pointed a finger at him. “You can just go and sit over there. I won't bother you if you don't bother me.”
“Fine.” His eyes flashed angrily and he winced slightly when he turned away from her. “Sit over here and freeze your cute little ass off.”
She reached out. Her fingers curled around a rock and she had the sudden urge to pick it up and throw it at him. She knew from the way he was moving that his leg still hurt. Her eyes narrowed slightly. He had his back to her and even if she did feel weak she could probably still give him a good crack in the back of the head.
“Don't even think about it.” He was hunkered down by the fire, looking for something in his pack.
Dammit! Did he have eyes in the back of his gorgeous head too? Gorgeous? Where the hell had that thought come from? No, no, no, NO! She had to stop thinking like that right now!
“I don't know what you're talking about.” She tucked the rock under the edge of the blanket. She frowned slightly. Even if she did manage to whack him one she'd just have to end up taking care of his wound. A sly smile touched her lips. Hell, it might be worth it after all.
“Don't act so innocent, Doctor.” He stood up and kicked off his shoes, bracing himself against the wall with one hand so that he could pull off his socks. “I saw you.”
“You're paranoid, Sheppard.” She glanced up at him and her eyes went wide. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”
“You're so smart. You figure it out.” He pulled the wet tee shirt over his head, grinning evilly when he caught her staring at his chest.
Red faced, she pulled the edge of the blanket over her eyes when his hands dropped to the waist band of his pants.
“Good God, Sheppard! Don't you have any decency?”
“Oh, I've got plenty. But I'm not about to sit around in soaking wet clothes freezing my ass off either.”
She heard a snap and then the rasp of a zipper and the rustle of cloth as his pants hit the ground.
“And if you had any sense neither would you.” She heard him snort.
She peeked under the edge of the blanket, getting a good glimpse of a tanned and very firm backside. Jesus! This was worse than trying not to stare up his shorts when she'd pulled the thorns out of him.
She took a deep breath and waited until he slid inside the sleeping bag and pulled the cover over him before she uncovered her face.
He was laying on his side, staring at her. “You know you're just being an idiot.”
“If you think for one second that I am going to get undressed in front of you...”
“You're just afraid that I'm gonna look.” He snickered.
“I am not.” She said indignantly.
“Prove it.” His eyes sparked with humor.
“I don't have to.” She snarled back at him.
“Chicken.” He snorted with laughter. “I think you're just afraid that Big Bad John Sheppard is gonna try and take advantage of you.” His lips quirked slightly at the look on her face. “Believe me, Sister. That ain't gonna happen.”
Oh, that did it! It might be the most stupid thing she'd ever done in her life but Piper Devlin never backed down from a challenge. And definitely not one from a smart ass man like John Sheppard.
She pushed back from the wall, stood up and pointed a finger at him. “Turn around,”
“What if I don't want to?”
“Then do it anyway.”
He looked at her for a second and then he slowly turned over on his side away from her.
He had his back to her but something inside her brain told her not to trust him. She looked around then stepped behind a large rock that blocked her from his view.
He heard her and turned his head slightly, chuckling when he saw nothing but the top of her head. “I'd be careful if I were you. I saw some scratches back there on the ground. Don't know what made 'em but it must have been big.”
“I thought that you weren't going to look.” Her head shot up sure that she was going to see an amused smile on his face but all she saw was the back of his spiky haired head.
“And what am I gonna see? You're standing behind a rock.”
“Liar. You did look.”
Sheppard just laughed. Not wanting to take the chance that he might just be pulling her leg about the scratches, she forced her shaking fingers to hurry. When she was stripped, except for her bra and panties that she was not about to take off, she laid her damp clothes and shoes across the top of the rock. Hopefully, with the fire he had going, her things would dry out by morning.
Wrapping the blanket around her, she gathered it up as best she could and stepped out from behind the rock.
John turned his head slightly at the noise. “If you're looking for your pack, it's over here.” He patted the spot next to him. “And I put your bedroll here too. So unless you plan on curling up on the ground and using a rock as a pillow, you'll have to come over here and get it.”
Crap! She'd forgotten that he'd done that. Her mouth twisted in a grimace. She didn't have much of a choice now. If she could have, she'd have slept near the cave entrance but there wasn't a chance in hell of that. The storm outside was raging at full force. At least in here they were protected, were reasonably dry and out of the worst of the wind.
She pulled the blanket tighter and made her way around the fire. Sheppard was watching her, trying to keep a straight face but not doing a very good job of it.
Hooking her toe under the top flap of the sleeping bag, and flipped it back. She heard Sheppard chuckle and looked down to realize that despite her efforts to keep it closed, the blanket had fallen open.
“Butterflies?” He snickered. “How cute.”
She jerked the blanket closed around her legs. “I'll thank you to not be staring at my wet underwear, Colonel Sheppard.”
“How wet are they?”
Her face got hot when she realized what he'd just said. Well, it was either kick him or ignore him. So she decided to ignore him.
Turning her back on him, she sank down on her knees, rolled into the sleeping bag and pulled her arms out of the blanket. It was a struggle trying to unwrap herself and pull the covers over herself at the same time but somehow she managed to do it.
Using the blanket as a barrier between them, she rolled over on her side and faced the rocky wall. She might have to sleep beside him but she didn't have to look at him too.
“Comfy now?”
“Just peachy.” She folded her arm under her head and kept her back to him. “As long as you stay on your side of the blanket.”
“Oh, come on.” He teased her. “Let's call a truce. You pulled those things out of my leg. The least I can do is keep you warm.” She heard the smirk in his voice. “We could snuggle up. You know, in case the fire goes out.”
“Try it and you'll wake up with more than just your leg hurting.”
That made him laugh but when he rolled over on his back, she heard him curse and give a soft grunt of pain.
“What's the matter?” She turned her head just a little.
“I don't know.” He shifted again. “I think maybe you missed one.”
“Sheppard if this is just a trick...”
“It's not a trick, dammit!” He pushed back the cover. “C'mon, Doc, I'm serious. I need you to take another look.”
“Oh, alright.” She sighed and shook her head. This was gonna be a long night.
She sat up and turned toward him. Sheppard was already on his belly, facing away from her. Thank God. At least he couldn't see the blush creep into her face as she pulled the cover back farther and exposed his strong back.
She touched him gently and felt him shiver as she ran her hands over his smooth skin.
“I don't think there's any there.” His voice sounded a little tight.
“Just checking.” She smiled slightly. “The way you were tromping through the brush you could have gotten them anywhere.”
“That's not where it's hurting.” He growled softly. “It's...lower.”
“How much lower?” She pushed the cover back farther and ran her fingers over the small of his back. Goosebumps popped up on his skin but she couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from the way she was touching him.
Carefully, she pulled the cover back until he was completely exposed. She tried not to think about his perfectly shaped behind as she ran her hands over his hips, carefully working over the outside of his thighs before she touched him there. Finding nothing, she touched the back of his thigh, checking to make sure that she'd gotten all of the thorns there.
Finally, she moved her hands upward.
“Ow!” He jerked. “I think you found it.”
“Where?”
“There.”
“There where?” She quirked an eyebrow.
“On my...on my ass.” He actually sounded a little embarrassed.
She tried to keep a straight face and not burst into laughter as she stoked her hand over him. At first she felt nothing and then her fingers touched something hard and he jerked.
He hissed in a breath. When he spoke his voice sounded strangled. “I think you found it.”
Piper would have laughed but he did seem to really be hurting and the doctor in her felt a little bit of sympathy for him. “Okay, Colonel. I need you to roll on your side and pull your knees up.”
“Why?” He turned his head and gave her a suspicious look.
“I'm gonna give you a prostrate examine.” She laughed at the noyouarenot look on his face. “I'm going to pull the thorn out, you moron. Unless you want me to leave it there.”
“Where is it?” He was trying to look back over his shoulder.
“Right here.” She lightly touched a finger to the crease of his upper thigh and his face went white. She gently pulled back the skin and grimaced slightly. “It's not that big but the skin around it is starting to get a little red.” She patted his hip. “Wouldn't want an infection to set in so close to the family jewels would we?”
“You're loving this.” He gritted his teeth as he pulled his knees up to his chest.
“Not anymore than you love showing it off.”
“Real funny, Doc.”
“I promise,” She patted him gently on the hip. “I'll be gentle and I won't pluck out anything that doesn't need to be plucked out.”
Giving him a minute to pull the cover up and over his legs, she busied herself by looking through her pack for her tweezer's and her first aid it. Turning back to him, she tucked the cover over his thigh and behind his knees. Even if he was an insufferable jackass, he was a fine specimen of maleness and she didn't need to be distracted anymore than she already was.
“Okay, Colonel.” She clicked the ends of the tweezer's together. “I'd take a deep breath if I were you.”
“Just hurry up and get it over with.” But he sucked in a breath anyway.
Gently, Piper put her hand on him, holding the skin taunt with one hand while she eased the ends of the tweezer's over the tip of the thorn still embedded in his flesh. It was no wonder that she'd missed it the first time. It was high up and his boxers would have hidden it. From the looks of it, it had broken off and all his moving about had caused the tip to edge out and become irritated. Now, if she could just get it out without breaking off anymore of the nasty looking thing.
She gave a yank. He yelled, kicked out and flipped over on his back. Piper's hand slipped and she fell across his sweaty chest, the top of her head hitting his chin before she fell sideways. Instinctively, Sheppard wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight and rolling her over on her back before she landed in the fire.
She lay there stunned for a minute. Then her brain woke up and so did her body.
“Get off of me!” She jerked up and saw stars when the top of her head connected squarely with his nose.
She heard his teeth click together and he grunted with pain. Suddenly his hold on her loosened and his body went slack as he collapsed on top of her and stayed still.
Oh, shit! She shoved at him, trying to roll him off of her. Damn! For a lanky guy he was heavy as hell and as weak as she felt, it was hard enough to shift his shoulders much less the rest of him.
Out of breath, she fell back. Sheppard was out like a light. His head was on her chest and every time he took a breath it was like a hot breeze across her nipple. She closed her eyes for a second and tried to think. But it wasn't exactly easy with a six foot pile of man laying on top of her.
What the hell was she going to do? She couldn't stay like she was. He was crushing her. She tried to move under him and tried not to think about how his body was pressing down on her. Or how certain parts of him were pressing against her either.
She wriggled a little more and the hairs on his chest scraped against her chest and belly as she moved. Finally, she was able to breathe a sigh of relief when she was able to work a leg out from under him. At least until she realized that now he was resting between her thighs and something hard was pressing against her inner thigh. Good Grief! John Sheppard was the only man she knew that could be unconscious and still have an erection!
She looked down at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open and slack. Something wet was smeared across her chest and she realized that his nose was bleeding. Not much, but enough to stain the front of her bra. He gurgled a little and a muscle in his face twitched. She lay still and waited.
But he didn't move.
She poked his shoulder. “I swear to God, Sheppard. If you are playing possum, I will kill you.”
Still, he didn't move.
She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his head up a little straighter. The last damn thing she needed was for him to choke to death while he was still on top of her.
She wouldn't let him die yet. At least not here. If they got out of this and got back to Atlantis...then she'd kill him herself.
But first, she had to do something about that thing against her leg. In what was probably the second dumbest move of her life, she wrapped her leg around his hip and tried to raise him up but it wasn't his body that did the moving.
“Why me?” She could feel the heat from more than just the fire burning her face as his obvious erection pressed against her. Thank goodness she'd kept her panties on or she would be in a lot more trouble than she was now. Although the friction of him against the narrow band of cotton between her legs wasn't exactly helping matters either.
But there wasn't anything much else she could do, so she kept on wriggling and shifting until finally she was able to flip him over on his back and off of her. For a moment she lay there trying to catch her breath, then she wriggled out from under the weight of his legs, sat up and suddenly wished that she hadn't.
There he was, spread out in front of her. She was getting a good look at what half the woman in Atlantis only dreamed about seeing. From the top of his spiky dark hair to the bottom of his big feet the man was absolutely gorgeous. Broad shoulders, a hairy chest, strong arms and a narrow waist that any woman would kill to wrap her legs around just added to the solid package between his thighs.
Her mother had always told her that she couldn't have her cake and eat it too. But God, he was more than just the cake. He was the icing and the fricking candles too.
She shook her head, breaking the spell. “Stop it, you idiot.” She told herself angrily. “He's hurt and you're thinking about taking a nibble to see if he's as sweet tasting as he looks.”
She got to her knees and crawled to his side. Carefully, she placed her hand on his chest and leaned over him. He was wheezing slightly from where the blood had caked around his nose. She looked down at herself and sighed. What the hell? It was ruined anyway.
Stripping off her bra, she reached into her pack and pulled out a bottle of water. Using the soft cotton as a rag, she soaked it from the water bottle, wrung it out and then gently wiped around his nose with it. She didn't realize she'd been holding her own breath until his breathing seemed to ease.
She tossed the ruined bra back into her bag. At least the damn thing had been good for something. A cool blast of air made her nipples harden. She looked around for the blanket and realized he was laying half way on it. She muttered a curse and leaned across him to get it.
“You know, if you wanted to be on top...all you had to do was ask.”
A warm breath tickled against the underside of her breast and she felt the touch on a hand on her thigh. When she looked down, a pair of amazingly sexy green eyes were staring back up at her.
For a moment she froze. She was still leaning over him, her bare breast just a few inches from his mouth. Piper let out a shriek, jerked back and nearly fell over backwards to get away.
“Whoa!” He sat up fast and made a grab for her, catching her under the arms and pulling her back before she cracked the back of her head on the wall.
Automatically, her arms went around him. He held her against him. Her head pressed against his shoulder. His skin smelled warm and spicy and for a second she really had the urge to taste him, then anger took over and she shoved away from him.
“You son of a bitch!” She smacked him on the chest. “You were awake the whole god damned time!”
“Well, not the whole time.” He grinned wickedly. “But enough.” He rubbed his nose. “You did give me a hell of a whack though.”
“Bastard!” She smacked him again. “I knew there was nothing wrong with you!”
“Nothing wrong? How about all those thorns? Do you think I jammed the things in my leg on purpose?”
“You certainly don't act like there's anything wrong with you now.”
“I heal fast.” He grinned. “And besides, I owed you one for making me having to come and look for you in the first place.” His arms tightened around her, pinning her arms so that she couldn't hit him again. “And I intend on making you pay up.”
“Let go of me!” She pushed at his arms but he only tightened his grip. The feeling of his skin against hers was maddening enough without the hairs on his chest scraping against her. Her eyes narrowed angrily. “You are the most self centered, egotistical, fat headed, jackass I have ever met!”
“You forgot horny but at least you got fat headed right.” He grinned slyly as his hands dropped down to her waist. “And you're so tense. ” One hand pulled her closer so that the other could stroke lazily across the middle of her back. “Just loosen up, Doc. I promise, I won't bite you.” He smirked. “At least not very hard.”
“Try it and you might not have any teeth left.” She growled.
“Oh, I like it when you red haired girl's get all feisty.” He grinned and tightened his hold, pulling her close so that there wasn't even a breath of air between them. He bent his head and gave her a light teasing kiss. “I can't wait to find out if that color is natural.”
“Who told you that you were gonna get that chance?”
“Let me see...” He titled his head thoughtfully. “I'm naked. You're practically naked and you might as well be sitting in my lap. Do you think you can figure it out or do I need to draw you a picture?”
She could feel her face getting red as she looked up at him. Why hadn't she noticed the little laugh lines around his eyes before? And why hadn't she noticed that they were the sexiest green eyes she'd ever seen in her life?
She licked her lips and told her brain to quit thinking up such stupid thoughts. He was a smart ass, a jerk and didn't deserve a thing from her except another whack upside the head.. “Yeah,” her brain whispered back. “But damn, doesn't he smell good!”
He looked down at her and then a slight smile touched his lips. “I've seen that look before.”
“What look?” She would have struggled but the feel of his skin on hers was driving her crazy.
“You like me.”
“I do not like you.” She gave him an angry look. “You really have a high opinion of yourself, Colonel Sheppard.”
“Indeed, I do.” He laughed. “And I also know that you do like me. You like me a lot, you just won't accept the fact that I know it.”
He nuzzled her neck and she shivered at the feel of his scruffy cheek against her skin. He brushed his lips over her skin, his teeth nipping gently at the soft spot on her throat just below her ear. “And you like what I'm doing.”
“Don't do that.” She gasped but she didn't try to push him away. Something electric and hot slithered over her as his hands stroked over her back. She arched slightly against him, the hairs on his chest rubbed against her sensitive nipples and suddenly she had to fight to keep her breathing under control.
He chuckled, his breath fanning out hot and wet against her ear. “Admit it, Doc. You've been watching me. Almost as much as I've been watching you.”
“I have not been watching you.” She huffed. “And if you think I'm even the tiniest bit interested in you...” She rolled her eyes. “Then you've got a better imagination than I gave you credit for.”
“Bull...shit.” He lightly kissed the corner of her mouth. “Do you think I would have risked a thorn in my backside if I didn't know that you were interested in me? Or did you really think I volunteered for this mission because I wanted to be bored to death?”
She jerked when his hands slipped to her hips, his fingers brushing lightly along the waist band of her panties. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”
“If you haven't figured it out by now-” He lightly kissed her again. “Guess I'll just have to show you.” He shifted and winced slightly.
“But we are gonna have to change positions, darlin'.” He flipped her over before she had a chance to protest. “I think you nipped me just a little too hard that last time.”
She grabbed for his wrists but he was too fast. His hands slid over her hips and she barely had time to blink before he had her panties off. The heat from the fire washed over her but it wasn't even half as hot as the way he was looking at her.
He licked his lips. Running his hands over her legs, he slipped his hands behind her knees and pushed them apart then looked up at her and grinned. “Guess I'll just have to trust that red on your head is natural.”
She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound as he touched her. His long fingers stroked over her, edging closer and closer until they slid over her slick, bare mound. The muscles in her legs tightened and she groaned when his long, calloused fingers parted her folds.
Piper closed her eyes. Her body arched against his hand, eager for his wicked touch. His fingers were doing things to her, wonderful fantastic things that she'd never even thought were possible. But it was nothing compared to the liquid heat that flooded through her when he bent his dark head and gently touched her with his tongue.
She couldn't hold back a moan as he tasted her, trembling violently when he nipped at her with his teeth. His tongue flicked over her, drawing tighter and tighter little circles over her sensitive nub until she thought she was going to explode.
Her thighs tightened, trying to trap him there but he only chuckled and the feel of his hot breath was almost enough to drive her over the edge.
“Yeah, I thought you'd like that.” His teeth caught at the tender edge of her slit and nipped at her hard and fast. “But I think I've got something that you'll like a lot better.”
He raised up and nestled between her thighs. His erection pressed against her, the tip pushing against her entrance, but he held back. Taking his time, he placed wet, open mouthed kisses on her belly. He moved so slowly that she thought she was going to scream.
Inch by agonizing inch he worked his way up to gently nuzzle a breast. She moaned with pleasure as he sucked the nipple into his warm, wet mouth. He teased and worried her, nipping at her with his teeth and then sliding his tongue roughly over her skin to tease and worry her again.
She raised her arms but he reached out and gripped her wrists. Cool air rushed over her, tightening her nipples into hard points. Sheppard held her tightly as he rested his weight on top of her, holding her down so that she couldn't move. He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder, the hair on his chest scraping over her belly and breasts as he rested against her.
For what seemed like an eternity everything stopped. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart and then he slowly raised his head and looked down at her. His eyes were dark, hooded and full of passion and Piper knew what he intended to do next.
Her body shivered and liquid heat stirred in her belly. He let go of her wrists and she reached to touch him, running her hands over his chest. Her fingers raked through the dark curls as he gripped her hips, bringing her closer to him. He groaned, low and guttural. Bringing his mouth down on hers, he kissed her hard and deep and she could taste her own scent on his lips.
Piper had never felt like this before, had never been touched like this before. She moaned against his mouth. Her body felt like it was on fire and every brush of his fingers, every silky touch of his skin sliding across hers was like an electric shock. Her arms went around him, her fingers curling in his hair. She pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and groaning when his strong hands slid under her, lifting her up. Then suddenly he was inside her and she couldn't think of anything else at all.
His fingers dug into her hips, clutching at her, holding her still. Each thrust drove him deeper and deeper, each stroke harder and faster. She could feel the pressure low in her belly. The tension building higher, coiling tighter until it exploded. He growled low in his throat as she spasmed around him. Her walls clenched tight, holding him prisoner inside her warmth, not willing to let him go.
He buried his face in her neck, working his hips furiously, groaning out his own frustration. Then suddenly he gave a shout and threw his head back, his lips curling back in a smile of pure pleasure as his body finally granted him release.
Sighing with contentment, he pulled from her and rolled onto his side. Strong hands pulled her close, cradling her against him. He was warmer than any blanket and she settled against him, too tired to even think as she drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Piper woke a few hours later to find out that the fire had burned down but she was still incredibly warm. She moved slightly and heard a soft murmur. Sheppard was laying behind her, his arm curled around her waist and his knees pressed warm and firm against the back of her own.
She lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of him pressed against her back. Then she yawned and a slow smile touched her lips at the sound of the storm still raging outside. Carefully, she rolled over and looked at him. He looked so sweet laying there. So calm. So peaceful.
She ran her hand over his chest, feeling his muscles flex under the touch of her fingers.
Too bad that she was going to have to wake him up.