Disclaimer: 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.

Penalty Box

Copyright 2009 awakethepassion

“Wait!”

Susan didn't wait for him.

She was tired of waiting.

He caught up with her before she reached her quarters but before he could touch her, Susan turned on him.

For what seemed like an eternity they stared at one another. The air was full of tension. Tension so thick that it was practically sparking between them.

But it wasn't anger. It was lust.

Sheppard was staring at her, his eyes dark and full of hunger. The muscles in his arms were tight, his hands clenched into fists so that his knuckles had turned white from the strain.

“What the hell do you think-”

“Shut up.” Susan didn't raise her voice but her words were short and sharp.

“What?” His nostrils flared angrily and he took a step toward her.

“I said, shut up.”

He took another step toward her.

“Don't.” She raised her hand and took a step back, putting distance between them.

He stood there looking at her, watching her. His stare was hot. Sexual. Animal.

He wanted her. He would take her. Now. No questions asked.

But she wasn't about to let him.

Not tonight. She was too hurt...too angry. And too afraid that she might tell him what had happened.

She took another step back. He reached for her. His fingers wrapped around her wrist. Strong as steel and hot as fire. She could feel the heat of him.

“Stay.”

One word. One simple word. He said it quietly but she heard the tone of his command. The look in his eyes said that he expected her to obey him.

He should have known better.

“No.” She twisted out of his grip and turned away. She could still feel the heat of his eyes on her back as the door to her quarters closed.

Trembling, she laid down on the bed. Afraid and a little excited that he might force the door open, she'd curled around her pillow and waited.

But nothing happened.

She slept fitfully, part of her wondering if she'd made a mistake and part of her wanting to kick the crap out of him. At breakfast there were stares but she didn't pay them any attention. She was in too much of a bad mood to even care.

It wasn't easy pretending to herself that nothing had happened but she did it and now that it was lunch time and she was peacefully alone in the lab. Thank God...she finally had a little bit of time to relax and catch her breath.

But she couldn't. She scowled, her lips pressed together in a grim line.

The idea that he had even touched that blond bimbo made her stomach clench. And then there was Jake. She closed her eyes and shoved that thought out of her head. That was over and done with. She'd made her point and if the little prick ever tried anything again...

There were better things she wanted to do with her time then worry with that. Thinking, she toyed with the box on her desk. Sheppard wasn't going to give up without a fight but this time she was going to be prepared.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Startled, Susan jumped, shoved the package back into the desk drawer and looked up.

“What do you want?” She closed the lid on her laptop and leaned back in her chair.

Sheppard was leaning in the doorway, legs crossed and slowly clapping his hands together. He smiled slightly. “I just thought that I would drop by and congratulate you on your little performance last night.”

“Go away, Sheppard. I don't have time for you today.”

“Make time.”

“Or what?” She challenged him.

His lips quirked slightly. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the desk. “Or I will have to give you an attitude adjustment.”

“Maybe it's yours that needs the adjusting.”

“After your performance last night? I don't think so.”

“Don't complain. You're the one that wanted a show.” She tilted back in her chair and crossed her legs, showing him that she was wearing a very short skirt under her lab coat and no panties. “If you didn't want a scene from When Harry Met Sally, you should have left your little toy alone.”

His eyes darkened and he cocked his head slightly. “Which reminds me...I think you're holding something that belongs to me, Suzie Q.”

“Do you mean this?” She reached into her pocket and pulled out the remote.

“Give it to me.” He ordered and held out his hand.

“Sorry.” She slipped it back into her pocket. “I believe that I told you that if you wanted it then you'd have to come and get it.”

He wagged a finger at her. “Naughty girl. Keep talking like that and you'll get another spanking.”

“Still trying to make me behave, Sheppard?”

“Somehow I think that might be a lost cause. But that doesn't mean I won't stop trying.” He hooked his fingers in the pockets of his pants. The cloth pulled tight showing the beginnings of an erection.

Her eyes slid over him. He caught her stare and smiled.

“Oh, that's not the show I'm talking about.” He slipped around the desk. “I'm talking about afterward. Your little...jealous...grab for my attention.”

“Jealous? You really do have a high opinion of yourself, Sheppard.” She turned back to her computer. “Just get out of here. I have a job to do and you're just getting in my way.”

He chuckled softly. Leaning forward he hooked his foot under the edge of her chair and pulled her toward him. “I didn't appreciate your attitude and I let you get away with too much last night. Don't fool yourself into thinking that I'm going to do it again.”

“Then you're going to be in for one hell of a disappointment.”

“Will you still be saying that when you're flat on your back with your legs spread and begging for me to-”

“Shut up.” Desire coiled through her.

He laughed, leaned forward slightly and pressed a warm hand against her thigh. Slowly, his fingers inched higher under her skirt. “You're burning for me now.”

“Hands off.” She gripped his wrist and pushed his hand away. “Go back to your plastic girlfriend, Sheppard. I'm sure that she'll be more than willing to make you happy.”

“She does have nice lips.” A small smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “You shouldn't have been so mean to her.”

She tried to keep her face neutral. “Like I really care.” She pushed away from the desk and stood up. “Or are you just upset because I made your little Barbie doll jealous?”

“What about your Ken doll?” He slipped his hands under the coat and around her waist. He pulled her close, nestling her between his legs. “You're gonna be in a hell of a lot of trouble if I find out that you let that little boy touch anything in my toy box.”

She tightened up at his touch.“Your toy box? Do you think that I belong to you?”

“Yes.” He laughed quietly, bent his head and ran his tongue lightly over her skin. He nipped at her. “Did I hit a nerve? You're so tense.”

“Bastard.” She pushed at his arms but he only tightened his grip.

“Oh, sweetie.” He slid his tongue over the line of her jaw. “That was just the start.”

She was wearing a tank top and all it took was one hook of his finger to pull the top down to expose her breasts. He grunted softly and flicked his tongue over a rosy tip.

Warm hands slid down and under her skirt, his fingernails grazing along the outsides of her thighs and then sliding behind to cup her ass. Pressed against him, she could feel the heat of his erection pressing against the zipper of his pants.

Arousal curled in her belly. She wanted to run from him. To get as far away as she could, even if it meant hiding somewhere on the other side of the city. But there was something about Sheppard. Something that she wanted. Some dark sin that kept dragging her back to him no matter how much she resisted.

She wanted his touch. Needed it. Craved it. Hungered for it. She had resisted him last night but this time her body refused to listen.

She slid her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the soft hair at the back of his neck. Gently, she brushed her lips over his mouth, teasing him. She ground against him and he sighed against her mouth.

She tugged at the zipper on his fleece shirt, her fingers pulling at the hairs on his chest. He growled and the sensation made her sex clench with excitement. Roughly, he pushed the skirt up around her waist, shoved her back into the chair and knelt down in front of her.

“What-”

“Be quiet.” Sheppard ran his hands along the length of her thighs. “I'm going to do to you what I should have done last night.”

She gasped when he slipped his hands behind her knees and pulled her close so that her ass was perched on the edge of the padded seat. His hot hands spread her legs apart and she bit her lip when a long finger swiped over her swollen lips.

He was on his knees in front of her, his long legs tucked under him so that he was practically under the desk.

A wicked gleam showed in his eyes when he leaned in and planted a wet kiss at the tip of her slit. She rested her head against the back of the chair as a hard knot of need started to form low in her belly. Her fingers curled in his hair and she sighed when he buried his head between her thighs and flicked his tongue over her.

A sharp knock sounded on the door. Susan jumped, looked up and suddenly tensed. Son of a bitch!

“Oh,” he whispered against her thigh. “I forgot to tell you that Sharon was looking for you.”

Shit! She uncurled her fingers from his hair. Breathing hard, she tried to sit up but Sheppard wouldn't let her. He slid first one and then another finger into her slick channel. Slowly, he began to stroke in and out of her and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head.

“Well, aren't you a pretty sight.” Sharon flicked back a blond curl and gave her a nasty smile. “Really, Susan. First Colonel Sheppard and now this? What has gotten into you?”

Oh, nothing. Just a little Sheppard. Susan tugged the shirt up over herself and tried not to move as a hot tongue slid over her. “What do you want Sharon?”

“What do I want?” Sharon took a step into the room. Her eyes narrowed into slits. “Are you serious?”

Susan clenched her hands around the arms of the chair as a double lick nearly had her rolling out of her seat. He wriggled his fingers inside of her, tracing intricate little designs across her taunt inner walls. She braced herself and tried not to jump out of the chair.

“Sharon, unless you've got something important to say, get out.” She pressed her lips together, trying to look angry. “I'm busy.”

“Busy doing what? Playing with yourself?” Sharon snorted angrily. “My God, woman...have you completely lost your mind?” She waved a long nailed hand. “First you make a fool out of yourself with Colonel Sheppard and then I catch you doing...doing this!”

Susan pressed a hand over her mouth to try and stop a giggle. Not because she was laughing at Sharon but because Sheppard had found a sensitive spot on the inside of her thigh. He nibbled at her, nipping and lipping at her with his teeth and tongue.

“Oh, I'm not surprised. I knew that you would think this was funny.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “But you won't be laughing for long.”

“Are you threatening me?” Susan would have gotten up from the chair and gone after the bitch but Sheppard clamped his free hand around her thigh and held her so that she couldn't move.

“I'm sorry, Susan but your behavior has completely gotten out of hand.” Sharon told her haughtily. “And I'm sure that John would completely agree with me.”

“I'm sure that John would.” Susan glanced down at the dark head between her thighs and somehow managed to keep herself utterly composed.

“Good,” Sharon sneered. “Then you won't mind if we talk to Doctor Weir about your behavior.”

“Are we a united front now?” Susan felt her face getting red as a rush of heat flooded through her. He was licking at her harder, making her pulse race. The muscles in her legs tensed and she almost reached down to dig her fingers into his hair.

Sharon arched an eyebrow at her. “You'll find out soon enough.”

“I'm so scared.” Susan leaned forward slightly and rested her hands on the top of her desk. Chest heaving, she tried to give the impression that she was pissed off when really it was the sucking motion against her sex that was ready to make her explode.

“You'd better be.” Sharon smiled maliciously. “Because if I have anything to do with it I'll make sure that Doctor Weir kicks your...your kinky ass...right back through the Star Gate.”

“Really? And what then?” Susan smirked. “What do you really think will happen once you've gotten rid of your competition? Do you really think that you'll have Colonel Sheppard all to your pretty self once I'm gone?”

A muffled laugh and a quick flick of a rough tongue told her that that wasn't going to happen.

Sharon took a step closer to the desk and Susan tensed. Sheppard must have heard her because the strokes of his tongue over her became more hot and hurried. His fingers dug into her and she almost snapped her thighs together because the pressure was so great. Susan's fingers clenched but somehow she managed to hang on to her sanity for a few more seconds.

“Do you think that I'm jealous of you? Get one thing straight, Susan. You don't have one thing that John Sheppard would want so if you want to keep throwing yourself at him...” Sharon's lips curled into a nasty smile. “You're going to get more trouble than you can handle.”

Then Sharon laughed, spun on her heel and stalked out of the lab.

Susan tried to speak but she couldn't. Her insides felt like jelly. Fire was racing through her. It was getting harder to think much less say anything that even made sense. She could only sit there, bite her lips and try not to scream as the knot in her core unraveled in a rush of liquid fire.

Sheppard waited, still sucking and licking at her until the sound of Sharon's foot steps faded and then he pushed back the chair and slowly raised his head from between her legs. He licked his wet lips slowly, his tongue flicking out to wipe the taste of her over his mouth.

Breathing hard, she tried to scoot away from him but he was too quick.

“Don't you ever try to deny me again.” He kept his eyes on her face as he swiped a finger over her wet slit. Reaching up, he tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her down to him. His kiss was hard and possessive, bruising her lips. “You are mine. And so is this...” He let go of her hair and slid his hand over her, reaching down and trying to dig into the pocket of her coat.

“No.” She slapped his hand away and pushed away from him. She stood up, tugging her skirt back down over her hips. Her knees were trembling but she managed to hold her ground.

Sheppard was on his knees in front of her. He was still halfway under the desk and there was no way he could move unless he crawled out from under it. She reached down, grabbing his chin and forcing his head up so that he had to look at her.

“I've told you twice...if you want it then you have to come and get it.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I won't tell you again.”

She leaned closer. He smelled so good. She touched his mouth. A drop of moisture lingered at the corner of his mouth and she swiped a finger over his lips, wetting them with another taste of her honey.

He looked up at her. “And what's going to stop me from just taking it away from you?”

She ran her hand over his neck, her fingers scratching across the stubble on his chin. His pulse throbbed beneath her fingers and her lips curled into a strong and confident smile.

“Are you man enough to try?”