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.

“If you're gonna ride my ass, you could at least pull my hair.” Plickies

John was anything but tired. Sitting beside the fire with Susan leaning sleepily against his shoulder, he pretended to drink from the cup that Jaiya had given him earlier. Everyone else but Ronan and the two of them had already found a bed for the night and John was past ready to find one for them. The smell of her as she sat leaning against him was driving him crazy. He wanted her now but he wasn't about to take her in front of Ronan. No, she was all his and no other man was going to even get a glimpse of what belonged to him.

Hearing a noise, he turned his head and saw Ronan looking at him.

“Staying or going?” Ronan asked quietly.

“Staying.” Susan heard him. She blinked sleepily up at him, yawned and sat up brushing the hair back from her face. “I want to get an-”

“Going.” John ran his hand over her arm, her skin felt soft and warm under his hand and he felt his cock stir to life. “But we'll be back in the morning.”

Susan was more awake now. She sat up and looked at him, a slight frown on her face. “I already told Jaiya that we were staying.”

“Then you'll have to tell her that we changed our minds.” He nodded to Ronan. “The big guy can take our place.” He saw the flash of fire in her eyes and lifted a hand to cut off whatever she was about to say. “Don't argue with me.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly and then she glanced at Ronan. He gave her a wink and settled back on the rug he was sitting on, apparently sure that he was about to see a show. Squaring her shoulders, she glared at John. “I'm not arguing.” She replied coolly as she got to her feet. “And I'm not going either.”

Grabbing her hand, John pulled her down and across his lap. Wrapping an arm tightly around her, he held her close to his chest and pressed his mouth close to her ear. “You don't want me to spank you right here, do you?”

“You wouldn't dare.” She hissed at him, her eyes darting to where Ronan sat. She knew that he wouldn't do it but the thought that he might made her body tingle.

He saw the look in her eyes and he smiled as he slid his hand over her thigh. “Wanna try me?”

Sliding her hand over his chest, she tickled her fingers over his belly and wiggled her ass over his growing erection, bouncing just enough to make him wince. “Don't fool with me, Sheppard. I'll make you suffer.”

John's eyes narrowed slightly and a sly grin caressed the corners of his mouth. He slid his hand over her hip, resting lightly on the curve of her waist, his fingers gently tugging at the hem of her tank top. “If Ronan wasn't watching us-” He wanted to touch her, feel the heat of her skin against his palm. Damn it, he had to stop playing around and get her out of here.

“No more playing around, Suzie Q. It's time to go.” Her eyes went wide and she squealed when he flipped her off his lap. Grinning, he stood up and reached down, grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. Smiling slightly, he turned and looked at Ronan. “We'll be back in the morning.”

“I told you-” She tried to pull out of his grasp but when that didn't work, she tried to kick him in the leg. “I'm not going!”

“Yes...you are.” John picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like a caveman. “So stop arguing with me.”

Ronan snorted with laughter. “You'd better watch it, Sheppard. She's a wild cat.”

“I'm not worried about that.” John stroked his hand over the curve of her hip. “By the time we get to Atlantis, I'll have her purring like a kitten.”

Susan heard him and felt the rush of heat in her face. “Let me down, you asshole!” She smacked at his back but he only tightened his grip. “John Sheppard, I'm warning you!”

“Be quiet.” He slapped her on the ass and she squealed again. He turned and looked back at Ronan. “Then again we might not make it back at all.”

“Let go of me!” She smacked at his back again, digging her knees into his chest and trying to make him drop her.

But John wasn't about to let go. Leaving Ronan behind, he headed off toward the Jumper with Susan still slung over his shoulder. As soon as they were close enough, he dug the remote out of his pocket and thumbed the control to open the rear hatch. As soon as it was down, he set her on her feet and grabbed her wrist before she could dart away from him. Laughing, he dragged her up the ramp behind him and shut the door.

“Sit down.” He steered her toward the cockpit and shoved her down in the seat next to his pilot's chair. Leaning down, he nuzzled his nose in her hair. “First thing we're going to do when we get back is take a shower.”

“Why?” She twisted in her seat and tried to jab him in the belly with her elbow. “Besides, we probably won't even make it past the door before you're on me again.”

She was fighting him and he was loving it. Yanking her back up out of the seat, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and held her tight against his chest. Her wiggling and twisting was certainly making his cock happy and he was more than willing to prolong the play. Holding her with one arm, he undid the snap on her pants and shoved his hand inside.

She gasped and arched back against him when his fingers slid into the opening of the boxer's. He let go of her arms and she leaned against the control panel when he thrust a finger into her slit and rubbed the tip of his finger over her clit. She was so warm and wet and the more he rubbed, the less she stopped struggling and pressed back against him. His cock was practically wedged into the crack of her ass and he began to thrust his hips against her in time with his strokes.

“Mmm...” He brushed his lips over the soft skin beneath her ear. “Now I know exactly where your on switch is, Suzie Q.” He rubbed his finger harder over her and she started to whimper and purr. He laughed and nipped at her ear. “I told Ronan that I'd have you purring like a kitten before we got to Atlantis.”

“Son of a bitch...” She moaned and rocked back against him. “God damn it, Sheppard.” She was panting hard now. “If you're gonna ride my ass, the least you could do is pull my hair.”

“I'm not even close to riding your ass, sweetheart.” He laughed and growled into her ear. “But I promise you that when we get back to Atlantis and I have you all soapy and wet, I will.” Breathing hard, he let go of her and stepped back. “Now shut up and sit down.”

“You bastard.” Brushing the hair out of her eyes, she turned around and looked at him. “You're just gonna leave me like this?”

“Until we get to Atlantis...yes.” He gripped her chin tight in his fingers and tilted her head back so that she had to look up at him. “You're not going to come until I say so.”

She slid her hand over the front of her pants and gave him a devilish grin. “Maybe I don't need you...maybe I'll do it myself and make you watch.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.” Gripping the hem of her tank top, he yanked the thing over her head. Grabbing her hands, he forced her arms behind her back and wrapped the cloth around her wrists, tying it tight enough to hold her still. “Now, come here.”

He sat down and scooted the seat back far enough so that he could haul her into his lap.

“Wouldn't it have been easier to tie my hands in front?” Her hands were pressed against him and he felt hot to the touch. Need curled through her and she inched her fingers under the hem of his shirt, skimming over the light trail of hair on his belly.

“So that you can hit me? I don't think so, baby.” She shook her head to get the hair out of her eyes when he reached around her to grasp the controls. When he had the Jumper in the air, he let go of the controls long enough to slide a hand over her breast. “And with your hands behind you I can get a better grip on these pretties.”

“Come on.” John gripped her wrist tightly and pulled her after him. “I've got a surprise for you.”

“What?” A thrill shot through her. Whatever surprise John had for her, it had to be something completely hot and wicked. “A new play toy?”

John didn't answer, just gave her that slow sexy grin that made her wet. He stopped at their bedroom door and turned around. She bumped into his chest and he let go of her wrist and wrapped his hands around her upper arms. Before he opened the door, he made her cover her face with her hands. “Keep your eyes closed, Suzie Q. If you peek before I tell you too I'll paddle your ass red.”

“Is that a challenge?” She started to lower her hands and he smacked her hip.

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