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.

Gift Wrapped

copyright 2009 awakethepassion

1.

“Well?”

“Well what?” He studied the screen in front of him and tried not to grin at the exasperated look on her face.

“Don't well what, me.” She raised her head up off the pillow and glared at him. “You know damn well what I mean. The nausea, the headaches. Is it the flu?”

Carson grinned. “It's definitely not the flu.”

“Then what is it?”

“Lass,” His expression turned serious and he gently laid his hand on her shoulder. “I'm sorry, but you only have about eight months-”

“Eight months!” Alarmed, she shot up and would have jumped off the table if he hadn't stopped her. Eyes wide, she stared at him. “Carson, are you saying...” She took a deep breath. “Are you saying what I think you're saying.”

Gently, Carson laid his hand on her belly. “Yes. You, Doctor Susan Sheppard are very much with child.”

“Pregnant.” Susan really felt like she was going to be sick now. “I can't be pregnant.” She shook her head. “I mean...how...”

Carson laughed and sat down on the stool in front of her. “As 'active' as you two have been? I doubt very much if I need to tell you how this little miracle has occurred.” Then he frowned slightly. “Unless of course you don't want-”

“Of course I want!” Susan's eyes went wide and she smacked at his hand. “Its just after all this time...I mean its not exactly like we were practicing safe sex or anything. Hell, we probably practiced everything but safe sex.” She had completely forgotten Carson and was really starting to babble now. “I mean there were the handcuffs and then the electrical tape...tho it could have happened with the chair or maybe the little roll pillow things.” She looked thoughtful and then she snapped her fingers. “Damn, it had to have been our wedding night. I thought that tea Jaiya gave us tasted a little funny.”

Carson's face went red and he gently tapped her on the shoulder. “More information then I really need to know, lass.”

Susan blinked and then looked up. Her face went as red as his and she bit her lip slightly. “I'm sorry, Carson. I guess I'm just a little-”

“Excited?”

“Afraid.” Susan sighed and rubbed her head. “What am I going to tell him, Carson? Its not exactly like we've actually just sat around and discussed having kids.” She smacked herself on the leg. “What if he's the one that doesn't...you know...want this?”

“From the way he looks at you?” The sad look on her face had Carson on his feet and wrapping her in a warm hug. He had really come to like this young woman. Gently, he rubbed a hand down her back. “I don't think that you have anything to worry about.”

Susan rested her head on his shoulder and tried not to shake. God, she hoped he was right.

2.

“Susan! I'm back-” The words died on his lips when the door opened and John stepped inside their quarters. He dropped his pack on the floor and a small smile crossed his lips. What was she up to this time? It was quiet but he knew she was there. He could smell her scent.

“Don't leave that on the floor. You know I'll just end up tripping over it.”

He turned his head looking for her, finally seeing her shape silhouetted in the doorway of their bedroom. “You must be feeling better.”

“Lots.” She leaned against the door frame and held out her hands. “Now get over here and say hello.”

She was wearing one of his old tee shirts and a pair of boy shorts that showed off the sweet curve of her ass and set his mouth to watering. He felt his erection grow, pressing against the front of his pants. Grinning, he headed for her. He opened his arms, reaching out to pull her against his chest when she put out a hand and stopped him.

“Wait a minute! Phew!” Her nose wrinkled slightly. “You need a bath, Sheppard.”

“So I'm a little dirty.” His hands skimmed over the front of her shirt. He tried to slide his fingers under the waist band of the shorts but she pushed him away.

“You look like you brought half the field back with you.” She reached down and pressed her hand over his crotch, her fingers rubbing softly, teasing him. “No way, big boy. Bath first.”

“God...” He licked his lips and leaned into her. She rubbed harder and he groaned deep in his throat. The friction was so delicious that he felt like he was going to come right then and he definitely did not want that to happen. “Baby, you know you shouldn't drive me crazy like that.”

“You are such a dirty boy.” She purred like a cat and rubbed her breasts against his chest. Standing on tip toe she nipped at the edge of his ear, making him growl.

“Oh, come on. I thought you liked me dirty.” He leaned down and kissed her hard and fast before she could pull away.

“I do.” She grinned and pulled her hand away, laughing at the look of disappointment on his face. “But not this dirty.”

He grabbed her and pulled her tighter against him. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hungrily. When he pulled back and let her go, dirt streaked her face where he'd touched her. Laughing, he shook his head. “Now you're dirty too.”

“No fair!” She laughed and pressed her hands against his chest. “But I mean it, John. Bath first.”

“Why don't you join me?” He slid his hands over her arms. “We can take our time. Play with the soap a little.” He gave her a leering grin and slipped his hand between her legs. His fingers rubbed over the tiny seam of the shorts. They were so thin that he could feel the heat of her pressing hot against his hand and he heard her gasp. “I'll wash you here if you wash me-”

“Damn, but you are an evil man.” She reached down and gripped his wrist but instead of pulling away she leaned into him.

He rubbed harder and she melted against him. She slipped her hands under the front of his jacket. Sliding her hands over his chest, she pushed the jacket over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved his hand just long enough to let her tug the thing off of him and then he reached for her again.

“Do you know how much I want you?” She pressed against him, rubbing over him. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it loose from his pants and tugging it up so that she could run her hands over his flat belly. Her fingers danced over the thin line of hair that disappeared under the waist band, making him moan. She was driving him insane and she knew it.

She eased her leg between his knees and rubbed her leg along the length of his thigh. He groaned when she nudged him with her knee, pressing against his balls with a gentle pressure that nearly brought him to his knees.

“Show me.” He slid a hand over her belly, sliding his hand under the hem of the tee shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and the heavy warmth of her full breast in his hand made him shiver with excitement. He tugged the shirt up, exposing her to him. He ran his fingers over the chain and the silver rings he'd given her, excitement flaring in his belly. She moaned and lust coiled low in his belly.

Slowly, he bent his head and slid his tongue over the rosy nipple. She grew harder under the rough rasp of his tongue and he bit down gently, tugging at her with his teeth.

“John...” Her fingers dug into his hair.

Reluctantly, he raised his head and looked at her. “Don't tell me that you want me to stop...”

“Hell no..” She rested against him. Her breath was warm on his neck and he shivered again. “But-”

“But nothing.” He slid his hand along her neck, letting his fingers tangle in her thick hair. He brushed his mouth over hers. “It's been so long, baby...all I could think about was getting back to you.”

“It's only been five days, John and I was with you for the first two.” She laughed softly and ran her hand over his arm. “And I had a hell of a time trying to pretend that I didn't notice the way people were laughing at me.” She smacked him on the chest lightly. “You should have told me about all that grass I had in my hair.”

“Just be glad that I brushed all that dirt off your clothes.” He smiled and rubbed his hand over her back. “And if I'd known you were going to come all over my jacket...”

“Next time bring a blanket.” She laughed, kissed him again and tugged down her tee shirt. “And if I were you, I'd just be glad that I didn't throw up on you too.”

“Did Carson say what was wrong?” He grinned and rubbed his hand over her belly, trying to tug her shirt up again. “Because if he gave you a clean bill of health...I've got something fun planned for you.”

“Really?” She smirked and slapped at his hand. “Well, I've got something planned for you too, Lt. Colonel John Sheppard.”

“First tell me what Carson said.” He took her hand and tried to pull her back.

“Just a bug. Nothing to worry about.” She pushed away from him. “But first you are going to have to take that bath.”

“Are you still on that?” He grinned wickedly and reached for her again. “Maybe I'll just take what I want anyway.”

“No, you don't. You promised it's my turn.” She slapped him lightly on the hip “And I'm not going to get on anything if you don't get that cute ass of yours into the bathroom.”

“Ooo...you wanna play rough. Gonna get out the whip and the handcuffs?” He ran his fingers over her arm. “Maybe a little more of that bondage tape?”

“Maybe...” Her lips tilted into a seductive grin. “Maybe not.”

“Now who's the one being evil?”

“Don't sass me, Sheppard...” She took his hand and pulled him toward the bathroom door. “Or you won't get your surprise.”

“There's a surprise?” He grinned and tried to touch her again but she only opened the door and pushed him inside.

Letting go of his hand, she went to the tub and turned on the water and added some bubble bath. The soft warm scent of lavender filled the room. Sitting on the edge she turned and pointed a finger at him. “Strip.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He gave her a little salute and then started to pull off his clothes. She was watching him hungrily and her tongue darted out, wetting her full lips when he kicked off his boots.

She bit her lip when his fingers touched the snap on his pants, her breasts rising and falling with every rapid breath when he pushed his boxers and pants down over his hips. Her eyes widened with hunger when he sprang free. He was hot, heavy, hard and more than ready to slip into the heat of her. He ran his fingers lightly over himself, practically begging her with his eyes to take him.

Instead she turned her head and reached out to turn off the tap. “Into the tub.”

A little disappointed, he stepped down into the steaming water and bubbles. The tub wasn't big enough for his long legs and he had to bend his knees slightly. Susan just grinned and handed him a soft cloth and a bar of soap. Leaning close she rubbed her hand over his knee, dipped under the water and gently slid her fingers over the swollen head of his erection. He moaned and leaned back, resting his head against the wall while she stroked him.

“Oh, God...don't stop.” He tried to grab her hand when she pulled away but she just laughed at him.

“But I have to, baby.” Gently, she brushed her lips over the rough stubble of his chin and he jumped a little when her tongue flicked along the inside of his ear. “I can't have you shooting off too soon can I?”

“I'm sure I've got plenty more bullets.” He touched her arm, trailing his fingers over her soft skin. “And you know how fast I can reload this big gun.”

Her face was flushed and he knew that he had her close to stripping off and climbing in with him but then she shook her head and tapped him on the chest with her finger.

“Nice try, fly boy.”

“Hey, a man's gotta try.”

“And you always do.” She laughed. Then she leaned close and flicked his ear again with her tongue. “Now quit playing around and do what I told you to do.”

He swallowed hard. “And what was that, Ma'am? I think I forgot.”

“Make sure you wash everything.” She purred and ran her hand over his belly. “I want you squeaky clean, Colonel. If you're not lickable...you won't get your surprise.”

Lickable? His belly tightened at the image that flashed through his mind. “Do you want me to shave too?”

“Not your face.” She shook her head and raised her hand to touch his cheek. “I like it when you're scruffy.” Sliding her hand under the water again she tickled her fingers over him until he started to squirm. “But here...just be careful and don't cut anything.”

“Why don't you do it for me?” He growled softly, reaching for her.

“Oh, I'd love to.” She purred back at him but then she pushed his hands away. “But then I wouldn't have time to get your surprise ready. She slid a finger over his chest, rubbing slightly over his nipple and tugging at the hair that surrounded it. She licked her lips and grinned saucily. “And you do want your surprise, don't you?”

All he could do was nod.

“Good boy. Now, hurry up and don't keep me waiting.” Leaning down she kissed him again before she stood up and headed for the door.

3.

Susan smiled as she closed the door behind her. Even with it shut, she could hear the sounds of water splashing and knew that John was probably taking the fastest bath he'd ever had in his life.

Going to the dresser, she pulled a drawer open and pulled out the package she'd been hiding for the last few days. It was a little silly maybe but she had the feeling that John was going to enjoy it. She hoped so anyway. She'd had it planned for just a fun little thing, but now? Maybe it would distract him from what she had to tell him.

She took it out of the box and set it on the bed while she stripped out of her clothes and tossed them onto the chair. It was easy to put on and she was sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting when the door opened and John stepped back into the bedroom.

He hadn't even bothered to towel himself off and he just stood there staring at her, water dripping off of his dark hair, his lean, hard body glistening and wet. Slowly, a grin touched the corners of his mouth and he walked slowly toward the bed.

“Damn.” He swallowed hard and reached out to brush his hand over her shoulder, sliding his hand down her arm. His eyes were hot when he looked at her. “Where did you get this? The Internet again?”

She grinned and nodded. “Do you like it?”

“Hell yeah...” He ran his hand over the red satin ribbon that covered her breasts and ran down over her belly and the smooth skin between her thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of her. “And its not even my birthday.”

He eased up on the bed and crawled toward her but she slipped away from him. “Not yet.”

“Come back here.” He grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. Reaching out, he pulled at the ribbon on the big bow over her breast. It pulled free and fell down around her. Gently, he tugged and she raised her bottom so that he could pull it out from under her. She was completely exposed to him and he was hungry to taste her honey colored flesh.

Days on the mainland, working in the warm summer sun had turned her skin a rich gold and she'd even let her hair grow out. It was longer now and tumbled over her shoulders in thick auburn curls that he loved to run his fingers through.

Damn. He shook his head. The day's he'd spent working beside her had been torture and the nights had been even worse. Once or twice, they'd been able to sneak off and spend a few hours alone. But the night's he'd had to just lay beside her and feel her warmth, knowing that he couldn't touch her, had been torture.

Even Halling had noticed and he'd tried to help by making sure that they could at least sleep side by side, but it hadn't been enough. He'd even had to give up taking her back to the Jumper and locking them in for a few hours. Lorne had just grinned and turned his head and John had had to force himself to stop acting like some horny teenage boy whenever she was near him.

But he didn't have to do that now. Now that she was here, warm and willing and waiting for him, he wanted...just for a minute...to look at her and wonder how in the hell a woman as beautiful as she was would want him in her bed. And how she had made him love her so much.

Wanting to be close to her, he reached out and pulled her into his arms He buried his head in the hollow of her neck and breathed in the warmth of her. His tongue slid over her, leaving a wet trail across her tanned skin. “Mmm...” he murmured. “You taste as good as you smell.”

“So do you.” She slid her fingers through his wet hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. “You're wet, Sheppard.”

“I'll bet you are too.” He chuckled as he broke the kiss and looked down at her. “Does that mean I'm I lickable?”

“I don't know.” She ran her hand over his shoulder and down his strong back, sighing at the way his muscles rippled under the touch of her hand. “I'll have to inspect you to make sure.”

“And if I get your stamp of approval?” He rolled over on his back, pulling her with him and stretched out on the bed, glad that his feet weren't sticking out over the end of it.

“Then I've just got one question to ask you.” She slid her hand over his hip. Her hand was a little calloused now and he trembled when she stroked her fingers over the soft skin between his thigh and groin. She tickled at the silver ring around him, making him shiver.

Breathing hard, he looked up at her and grinned. “And what's that?”

She pressed against his side, her hair brushing over his chest as she leaned close. Her full lips were just inches away from his and her breath was warm and sweet on his face. “Do you want to be the frosting...or the cookie?”

“What do I get if I'm the frosting?” He whispered.

“A really good licking.” She slid her tongue across his lips. Rising up over him, she pressed the tip of her tongue to his forehead and left a wet trail from the edge of his hairline, down over his nose, across his mouth and down over the tip of his chin to the hollow of his throat. She was grinning when she looked up at him. “I think you can figure the rest out.”

His erection grew even harder and it was an effort not to let his eyes roll back in his head. “And what if I want to be the cookie?”

“Nibble, nibble, nibble.” Her laugh was husky with lust. She brushed her lips over the curve of his jaw and pressed her hand against his chest. Leaning over him, she captured a nipple in her mouth and sucked at him until he groaned.