Sheppard-Rules Of Engagement

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.

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Susan woke up to the sound of rain pattering against the window. Lazily, she stretched, rolled into the spot where Sheppard had slept and burrowed her head back into the pillow. She breathed deep. The scent of him still lingered on the sheets.

Warm.

Sensual.

Pure sex.

Her lips curved into a smile. God, but the man was an animal.

Her body tingled remembering the touch of his hands, the feel of his body against hers. She raised a hand to her face. He'd woken her up long enough for a long erotic kiss before he'd left her bed and the feel of his lips still lingered on her mouth.

A light moan escaped her at the memory. She wished that he'd stayed but at this point she hadn't really expected it anyway. And she wasn't about to beg him.

But one day he would stay. Even if she had to tie him to the bed to make him do it.

She laughed softly, pulling the pillows tight against her and snuggling even farther down in the bed. Lord, she didn't want to move. She felt so warm and comfortable that nothing could have pulled her out from under that warm nest of blankets.

Nothing that is, except for the loud feedmenow grumble of her stomach. She rolled over on her back, pulling the covers up around her.

Sleepily, she looked toward the window. It was still dark but her belly didn't give a crap about that. Another loud grumble had her cursing and pushing the covers back. She shivered when the cool air hit her skin and she hurried to the bathroom and into a hot shower.

As the little room started to steam up, she stood under the spray letting the heat of the water warm her skin. It was a wonderful feeling but not as wonderful as it could have been. A smile crossed her face as she imagined his hands touching her. Sheppard's strong, masculine hands knew just where to touch and tease her with the kind wicked pleasure that only he could provide. The ache in her breasts was proof of that.

She smiled slightly. The bastard.

He was so dominant. So controlling. John Sheppard was always in command, always used to having his orders followed and so quick to anger when they weren't.

Oh, yes. The man definitely know how to make her melt. And she knew how to make him squirm.

She'd seen the look in his eyes when she defied him. It excited him, flared up his lust like a blaze burning out of control.

And she was more than happy to add a little more fuel to that fire.

Her brain was already working overtime at how she was going to make him sweat. By the time she'd stepped out of the shower, she already had one idea. She rubbed her hand across the mirror and stared at her reflection in the mirror. It was just a little thing really but it was sure to piss him off.

Thinking, she raised her hands to her head, combing her fingers through her damp curly hair. A sly smile crossed her face. It had been a long time since she'd had a decent hair cut. Her curls were really getting out of control. And since one of Teyla's friends was visiting from the mainland, a woman that was supposed to be a Magician with a pair of scissors...?

Why shouldn't she take advantage of what seemed like perfect timing?

A few minutes later she was dressed. Since this was her day off, she'd decided to wear the same outfit she'd been wearing the first time she'd been with him. She hadn't worn it in awhile and since it had seemed to get his attention the first time, she wondered what kind of reaction she was going to get now.

A smug smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

She'd slimmed down a little but the top still fit her just as snugly. The fact that her breasts were slightly swollen because of him didn't make it her fault that they seemed more round and full than usual.

And was it really her fault if her pants fit better than before just because he'd demanded that she not wear any panties as well?

Either way, she was going to make sure that he regretted those little commands.

Walking into the bedroom, her eyes fell on the nipple clamps and little box still sitting on the table where Sheppard had left it. She sat down on the side of the bed and picked it up. She turned it in her hands, debating on whether she should open it or not.

She knew it was a test. Sheppard had defied her to open it but that was only because he knew her curiosity would get the better of her.

Screw him.

She lifted the lid on the box and looked inside.

But there was nothing to see. Nothing but a slip of paper with John Sheppard's hand writing on it.

She reached in and pulled it out, laughing when she read the words that he'd written.

I knew you couldn't resist. Meet me today at Noon in the Mess Hall for lunch. I'll give you your 'assignment' then. And don't be late. If you make me wait, you will be sorry.

Son of a bitch! Her assignment? Apparently it had something to do with the little 'show' he intended for her to perform. Knowing him it was probably some twisted erotic fantasy of his. A wry smile touched the corners of her mouth as she stuffed the note back into the box.

He was just making this easier and easier. But first she had some things of her own to take care of. She stood up and set the box back down on the table.

Quickly, she stripped the sheets off the bed, stuffed them into a basket and remade it. She hated losing the smell of him but that was alright. Because by tonight he would have the scent of her all over him.

A touch of makeup to make her not look like something a Wraith had dragged in and after a search for her shoes, she was ready to go. She glanced at her watch. Good. It was still early morning and she had plenty of time before she met Sheppard for lunch. Plenty of time for her to put her plan into action.

Grabbing her jacket, she slipped it on, picked up the basket and headed out the door.

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A few male heads turned in her direction and she got more than one approving smile as she strolled down the hall. She had to admit that the attention made her feel good. She raised her head a little more, feeling a thrill of pleasure as her nipples peaked into hardness from the friction on the cloth rubbing over them.

“Excuse me.”

Someone bumped into her and she looked up to see who it was. It was Sheppard. She took a deep breath and forced herself to be calm. If she was careful and played her cards right, she just might be able to keep the upper hand.

“Good afternoon, Colonel. I hope I didn't keep you waiting.”

Abruptly, he stopped, turning on one heel to look at her. His eyes widened slightly as he studied her face. She knew that he didn't recognize her yet when he gave her that patented Sheppard smile. He looked so smug, so confident. And so damned sexy in a pair of tight black jeans and a rumpled blue shirt that was so faded that it was almost white. He took a step toward her and stopped.

“Susan?” He took another step toward her, his eyes growing dark as recognition set in. His lips quirked slightly. “Susan.”

Her mouth went dry at the silky way he said her name. Somehow she kept her eyes on his face and tried not to show any emotion. But it was hard. Especially when all her brain wanted to focus on was the peeks of tanned skin showing through the gaps between the buttons on his shirt.

Damn him! Did the man have to be so fricking gorgeous every single day?

“Well,” He drawled, as he moved closer. He crossed his arms over his chest and rocked back on his heels. “Don't you look like a pretty kitty this afternoon.”

Oh, he was mad. He was practically quivering with anger.

Game on, Sheppard...she thought as she clasped her hands behind her back and straightened her shoulders. The move made her breasts press against the confines of the shirt and she saw his eyes flicker slightly. A slight smile touched the corners of her mouth. She definitely had his attention now.

“Does this mean you approve?”

“The clothes, yes.” He gave her a once over look. Leaning close, he spoke softly so that only she could hear him. “But I don't remember giving you permission to cut your hair.”

“I didn't ask for it.” She said with a smirk.

He laughed softly then his expression darkened. “You are certainly full of surprises, Suzie Q.” He grabbed her elbow and steered her toward the tables already laid out for lunch. He sighed, picked up a plate and filled it. His fingers scratched over hers as he pressed it into her hands. “And you know that I don't like surprises.”

“Too bad.” She looked at the steak and salad on the plate. “Picking out what I'm supposed to eat now...” she leaned close to whisper. “Daddy?”

His eyes drifted to the people milling around them, looking to see if anyone had heard her before he gave his full attention back to her. His voice was a silky purr. “Yes.”

“And what if I want something else?” She looked up at him, her eyes glittering. She licked her lips. “Something more fattening and a hell of a lot more filling.”

His eyes glittered back at her. “Bad girl. If you want dessert, you're going to have to clean your plate first.”

“What if I don't want to wait?”

“Like you said. Too bad.” His lips quirked slightly. “I expect you to be a good girl and eat whatever I give you. If you lick your plate clean, maybe I'll give you something really rich and creamy as a reward.”

“And if I still don't?”

It was his turn to lean close and whisper. “Then I'll just force those pretty lips open and force feed it to you.”

Her gaze drifted down to the front of his pants and the obvious sign of a rock hard erection. He grinned and tugged at the front of his shirt, trying to pull it down over himself. She frowned and looked up at him with a disappointed look.

He grinned and turned away, filling a plate of his own. Turning back to her, he balanced the plate on one hand and pushed her in front of him.

“Move.”

She didn't have much of a choice since the room was rapidly filling up. He followed her, directing her to a table near the back. When they were finally seated, he made her wait while he went back to get them both a glass of iced tea.

She looked around. A few curious eyes glanced her way but no one said anything. She smiled slightly. They were probably used to seeing Sheppard with a new woman every day.

“What are you looking so smug about?” He set a glass down in front of her, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” He popped a cherry tomato into his mouth and chewed it slowly. “Bet you think you're pretty special right now.”

“That's funny. Especially coming from the man that thinks he's God's gift to women.”

“No one's asked for a refund yet.” His lips quirked in a sensuous smile. “Including you.”

“Very funny, John.” She almost laughed at the disapproving frown on his face. “I'm sorry to interrupt your little game but is there a point to this?” She looked at her watch. “This is my day off, you know.”

“Tough.” He put his finger on the edge of her plate and shoved it toward her. “Eat first. Questions later.”

“Sorry, I'm suddenly not very hungry.” She shoved the plate to the side and stood up. “Now, if you'll excuse me...”

He reached out and grabbed her wrist in a vise like grip. “Sit down.”

“I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?”

Quickly, Sheppard let go of her wrist.

Susan turned around, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the blond woman standing behind her. Oh, Boy! Malibu Barbie... She glanced back at Sheppard. He was smiling but she saw the flash of fury in his eyes at their being disturbed.

She grinned and turned back to the woman. Sharon was giving her a curious look. Susan tilted her head slightly and and gave her the most sugary smile she could manage.

“Oh, you're not interrupting a thing.” She glanced back and gave Sheppard a sly wink. “In fact, I was just going. I hope you don't mind, Colonel. I do have so much to do today.”

“No problem.” He smiled stiffly. “We'll discuss that little...project...later.”

“Of course.” She smirked. “I'll let you know when I have a little more free time, Colonel.”

She glanced back at him as she walked away. Sharon had claimed her seat. Susan could tell from the way she was laughing and titling her head that she was in full flirt mode. Sheppard, despite the teasing smile on his face, was looking like his lunch had suddenly gone sour in his mouth.

~

Susan knew that the knock on her door was going to come sooner or later. She sat back on the small couch in front of the window and smiled slightly.

The knock came again, louder...more insistent. More demanding.

She gave him a few more minutes to sweat before she finally closed the book she'd been reading and got up to open the door.

Sheppard was standing there giving her a look that made her muscles clench with anticipation.

“Surprise, surprise.” She drawled slightly. “Did you enjoy your lunch date, Colonel Sheppard.”

“Very funny.” He laughed sarcastically. Pushing past her, he strode into the room and made himself comfortable on the couch. He picked up her book, looked at it then threw it across the room. “Think you're pretty cute, don't you, Suzie Q?”

“What?' She snickered. “You didn't enjoy the attentions of Malibu Barbie?”

“Oh, I enjoyed them just fine.” He leered. “In fact, we have a date tonight.”

Susan's stomach clenched but she managed to keep a smile on her face. “Isn't that nice.”

“Really nice.” Sheppard got up from the couch and slowly moved toward her. “In fact it's going to be a lot of fun.” He slid his hands over her arms. “Especially for me.” Leaning close he brushed his lips against her ear. “But not for you.”

Roughly, he gripped her arms and shoved her back across the bed. Hooking his fingers in the waist band of her pants he jerked them down and off of her legs, yanking her shoes and socks off in the process. She fought against him but he only laughed. He straddled her, pressing down on her while his hands worked their way under the hem of her shirt. His fingers dug into her sides, scratching her skin as he peeled the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.

Panting for breath, she pressed her hands against his chest, trying to shove him off of her. “Haven't we played this game before, Sheppard?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. Grabbing her wrists he forced her hands down. “But this time I'm gonna add a little twist.”

He shifted his weight, reaching across to snag the nipple clamps from where she'd left them on the table. He slid back, resting against her. His jeans clad erection pressed against her belly, hard and throbbing.

She shivered from the cold touch of the metal when he laid it across her belly. He laughed at her reaction and slid his long fingers over her breasts, pinching and teasing until she thought she was going to scream. Leaning over her, he swirled a nipple into his hot, wet mouth. Sucking and nipping until the rosy tip was as hard as a diamond.

Her wrapped her fingers in his hair, trying to keep him there but Sheppard had other plans. She felt him move and cried out when the clamp settled over the still sensitive nub. Quickly, he tightened the tiny screw into place. She'd barely had time to remember how to breathe before he'd moved on to her other breast to do the same.

“Now,” Panting he grabbed her arms and forced them up over her head. “I think it's time we discussed that little...assignment...I had planned for you.”

“What's your plan, Sheppard?” She sneered. “Some kind of twisted three some?”

“In a way.” He smirked.

She looked at him coldly. “I don't share.”

“Who said anything about sharing?” He pressed his lips to the skin between her breasts, flicking his tongue over her. “Maybe I'll just tie you up and make you watch.”

“I don't share and I damn sure won't watch.” She growled. Heat flooded through her when he looked down at her. His eyes were dark and hooded, full of danger and white hot lust.

“You'll do,” He nipped the side of her breast with his teeth, working his way up to scrape a stubbled cheek against the line of her jaw. “...whatever I tell you to do.”

“I'm not your pet, Sheppard.” She tried to twist away from him, rubbing against him until he tightened his knees to keep her from moving. “I won't wear a leash for you or anyone else.”

“Wrong, pretty kitty.” He tugged on the chain between her breasts hard enough to make her hiss with pain. “You're mine. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.”

His mouth crushed down on hers, his tongue thrusting between her lips in a possessive kiss. Strong fingers slid around her throat, one hand sliding back to tangle in her hair. Sharply, he jerked her head back and his hot breath brushed over her face.

“You're a cruel bastard, Sheppard.” She panted as he ran his fingers gently over the curve of her neck. “And if you think...”

“Shut up.” He tapped a finger against her lips. “One more word and I'll gag you.” Slowly, he raised up off of her and reached for something tucked into his back pocket.

Slipping off of the bed, he grabbed her arms, pulled her up and slid to the side of the bed. Grasping her legs, he pushed her knees apart, making her squirm when he planted a kiss high on the inside of her thigh.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” She dug her hands into the side of the mattress to keep from falling over. His touch was making her insane.

“God, but you are one stubborn woman!” He bit down hard on the inside of her leg, making her squeal.

“Damn you!” She pushed him and he fell back. In a second he was on his feet. She scrambled back on the bed but he was on her before she could get to the other side.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her back. He sat down on the side of the bed and hauled her face down across his lap, holding her down with one strong arm so that she couldn't struggle out of his grasp.

She wriggled and squirmed but that only seemed to excite him even more. “Get your hands off of me!”

“I told you to shut up!” A warm hand came down hard on her ass.

“Son of a bitch!” She squeaked. She gritted her teeth when his hand sharply came down in another hard slap.

“Are you going to do what I tell you to do?”

She tried not to shiver when his calloused hand rubbed over her tender flesh. She turned her head and gave him a hateful look. “Kiss my ass.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

She groaned when he slid his hand between her thighs and nearly screamed when his teeth sank into her flaming backside. She jerked, making his thumb scrape over her. She bit her lip and tried not to moan at the wave of wicked fire building between her legs.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” He squeezed his fingers together and she whimpered, withering on his lap.

She bit her lip and stubbornly shook her head.

“What?” He squeezed his fingers together again, only harder this time. “I didn't hear you.”

Blood was rushing to her head as well as her stinging bottom but she wasn't about to give him what he wanted. She shook her head again. “No.”

He flicked his finger over her and kept doing it until she nearly screamed. She sucked in a breath, trying to pull away from him but he wouldn't let her go. Finally, the pressure was too much and she cried out, her juices flooding over his hand. But still he refused to stop, refused to stop torturing her until she finally screamed out a “Yes!”

“Good.” With a grunt, he hauled her to her feet and stood up. He towered over and slid a hand down her back, turning her toward the bathroom. With a sharp slap on her behind he shoved her toward the door.

“Now, go and clean yourself up. You've still got a show to put on.”