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.

The Beach Part 2

“You snore.”

Soft fingers raked through the hair on his chest. He opened his eyes and looked up sleepily. She was laying on her side, head supported on the palm of one hand while she ran the other over his flat belly.

“You wheeze.” He smiled slightly and shifted his hips on the slick cushion and turning toward her. He stroked his fingers over the soft skin between her breasts before he latched onto a pert nipple. He sucked at her like a hungry child then he pulled back, tugging at her until she groaned.

“You're gonna kill me if you keep doing that, Sheppard.” She ran her hand through his hair and over his cheek. Sliding her hand over the back of his neck, she cupped the back of his head and pulled him closer.

“Want me to do something else?” He slid his hand over her hip and down between her thighs. “Mmm...” he murmured. “You need a shave.”

“When we get back to Atlantis you can do the job for me.”

“Might do it sooner.” He gave her a wicked grin.

“Good.” She whispered. “If you've got the shave cream and a razor there's plenty of water out there.”

“You are a wicked, wicked woman. Maybe that's why I love you so much.” He kissed her and lay back. When he rolled on his back, he stretched his long legs out, curled one arm under his head and yawned. “But let's go back to sleep and save that fun for later.” He yawned again. “It's not even daylight yet.”

“Are you tired?” She nestled against his side and he curled his free arm around her, holding her close.

“After what you did to me last night?” he chuckled and rubbed his hand over her arm. “I'm surprised I can even move.” He yawned again, even bigger this time and eased up to reach for the blanket and pillows he'd left folded up on his pack. He spread it over them, tucked the pillows behind him and curled into her again, snuggling her close. “You're cold.”

“Then warm me up.” She sniggered and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Come here.” He growled and tucked her into him. Resting his head on the pillow, he slid his hand over her arm and wrapped it around her, sliding down to press his palm flat against the small of her back. A thin beam of moonlight shone through the mesh window behind him and made her eyes glitter.

“Sheppard?”

“What?” He brushed the hair back from her face and tried not to think about the way her fingers were drawing little circles over his chest and belly.

“Nothing.” She sighed and her hot breath on his skin made him shiver. Just checking to make sure you were still awake.”

“You expect me to sleep when you're doing that?” He couldn't suppress a groan when she rubbed her breasts against him.

Her fingers slid lower. “I think you need a shave too.” She flicked her tongue over his nipple at the same time she tugged at the hairs at the base of his penis.

“Jesus Christ!” His back arched and his hips lifted off the mattress.

“Call somebody you know.” She chuckled softly and sat up, easing her leg over his hip so that she could straddle him. She leaned forward slightly and wrapped her fingers around him.

His heartbeat started to race when she slipped toward him and the swollen head slid over her slick folds. She was teasing him, sliding back and forth nudging him against her sex and then down to lightly push his erection at her entrance.

She was so hot and he wanted to throw her back and slide into her wet heat but this time he decided to let her be the Master. And damn...but she was good at it!

He rested his hands on her thighs, his fingers tracing circles over her taunt skin. He slid his palms back and forth over her thighs and belly, stroking between her legs and lightly touching the back of her hand where she gripped him.

She kept her eyes locked with his, her breasts rising with every labored breath. He stroked his hands over them, pinching her nipples until they turned dark and rosy. He wanted to raise his head and draw a taunt nipple into his mouth. She must have seen the need and the want in his eyes because she took her hand off of him and braced her hands on his shoulders. She lifted her hips and lowered herself onto his thick hardness.

He gasped at the heat of her wrapping around him and felt the brush of a warm breast against his mouth. He drew the nipple into his mouth and locked his lips around her. He heard her soft grunts of pleasure as she rode him and he hurried his sucking, laving her breast roughly with his tongue and nipping at her sharply with his teeth.

She moved her hips and he slid in deeper. “Damn...” She panted harshly. “I love you...John Sheppard...” She rode him harder. “You feel so good in me.”

Her words sent fire racing through his veins and he raised his hips, thrusting into her until he was completely inside her. She cried out and with one last pull on her nipple, he let her go. She collapsed against him, her breasts pressed flat against his chest.

John wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, stroking his hands over her back until she calmed and lay limp against him. Still inside of her, he rolled her over and held her against him. Her head rested on his arm, her face tilted up to his. He brushed a soft kiss against her lips and she opened her eyes and looked at him. She started to ease away from him but he stopped her.

“No.” He said softly. “I want to stay inside of you until we fall asleep.”

“Why?” She smiled tiredly. “Haven't you gotten enough of me yet?”

“Hell no, baby...” He kissed her harder. “I can't get enough.” He lifted his hand and gently touched her face, tracing her lips with his thumb. “I almost lost you once. If I can feel your heat around me, I know I won't lose you again.”

“My God!” She laughed softly and wrapped her fingers around his wrist. Lightly, she kissed his palm and then curled her fingers around his. “You are turning into a romantic wuss.”

She was quiet for a moment and he knew what she was going to say before she even opened her mouth.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He shook his head and sighed. “Do you?”

“No.” She smiled slightly. “But if we're going to make a go of this thing I think we need to.” She tightened her fingers and moved her head closer until they were nose to nose. “I don't want anything hanging over us, John. No ghosts, no fears, no secrets. I want to know you and you need to know me.” She laughed slightly. “Hell, if you think about it the only thing we do know about each other-”

“You mean besides the fact that we're crazy hot for each other?” He laughed.

“I wish that was the only thing we needed.” She kissed him lightly. “Then maybe everything wouldn't be so damn complicated.”

“We don't have to let it be complicated. We can forget all about it.” He smiled. “There's us and our lives in Atlantis. Why do we need anything else?”

“Because I'm a woman.” She smirked. “I can't let it be just that.”

“How well you remind me.” He moved and she gasped softly as he shifted inside of her. “But if you really feel like you need to know what happened...I'll tell you.”

“Tell me.” She raised her eyes and looked at him. He pulled her closer and she nestled her head against his shoulder, her fingers curling around the hairs on his chest as he started to talk.

At first he halted, his breath catching in his throat as he told her what had happened after she had been attacked. How he had found her gone from their bed, how he and Teyla and found her old quarters ran sacked and how the smears of blood on the bed had brought him to his knees in fear. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he told her everything his heart had felt and he felt her own tears falling hot and wet against his chest.

He went through every detail, not daring or wanting to leave a thing out. She wanted the truth and he gave it to her...telling her everything. His voice faltered when he finally told her how he had fought with Sharon. How she had wounded Lorne and the rage he'd felt when Sharon had tried to wreak her vengeance by taking her away from him forever.

“I killed her, Susan.”

“You were only defending yourself, John. Defending yourself...defending your friends...”

“Defending you...” He choked back a sob and angrily wiped at the tears on his face. “I took my gun and I blew the back of her god damned head off.” His arms tightened around her and he buried his face in her hair not caring how needy or weak he sounded. “Maybe I am a fricking romantic wuss but you are the best thing to ever happen in my sorry excuse for a life. I can't....won't let anything take you away from me again.”

She was quiet for a moment and then she pulled back and looked up at him. “I'm sorry, John. I know this has to be hard for you...” She slid her hand over his neck, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “I never should have asked you to.”

“For you...I'd do anything. Even break down and cry like a baby.” She wiped the tears off his face with her fingers and he gently kissed her on the forehead. “I know I sound obsessed but damn it, I love you. You are my life now and I will never leave you.” He caressed her cheek. “And I don't think I could stand it if you ever left me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. “I'm not going anywhere, Sheppard. I'm as bound to you as you are to me.”

“Good.” He sighed with relief and hungrily kissed her back before he let her go long enough to reach for his pack. He pulled it toward him and unzipped it. He rummaged around for a few minutes and then he pulled out the electrical tape and twirled it around his finger. Looking down at her, he gave her a naughty grin. “Care to try another kind of 'bound'?”

Laughing, she rolled over on her back and raised her arms over her head.

“Yes...sir.”

“Hey. Wake up.”

Something warm nudged her hip and she raised her head and blinked sleepily. John was kneeling next to her. When he stood up, she saw that he was wearing a pair of black shorts that looked like they were dangerously close to falling off his narrow hips.

“Come on. The sun's up.”

He tugged the blanket off of her and tossed something at her. It landed on her belly and she looked at it stupidly. Yawning, she sat up and held it up so that she could see it better, eyes widening slightly when she realized what it was.

“You're kidding me, right?”

“Well, you can't exactly go surfboarding with me naked, Suzie Q.” His grin widened at the shocked look on her face.

“Surfboarding! Are you insane, John Sheppard?” Wide awake now she tossed the bikini back at him. “I've never been on one of those things in my life. I don't even like getting in the bathtub if it's too deep.”

“Quit your whining.” He took the top of the bikini and moved behind her, kneeling down so that he could slip it over her breasts. “I'll be with you and I promise that I won't let you drown. Besides, I can't wait to see how you look in this thing when you're all wet.”

“I might as well be naked.” She laughed. The soft aquamarine cloth barely covered her and the bottom that he was trying to pull over her legs was even worse. “You should have gone for a larger size, Sheppard.”

“And hide these curves? No way, Suzie Q. You've got assets and you need to show them off. Even if it is just for me.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet so that he could tug the bikini bottom over her behind. “Now come on. The waves are good this morning and I want to catch them before breakfast.”

He tugged her after him and he had such a grip on her that she had no choice but to follow him. The sun was warm when they stepped out of the tent and the first thing she saw was the surfboard leaning against the edge of the fire pit.

“I guess that was one of the things you brought along on the Jumper?”

“One of 'em.” He winked and smiled slightly as he bent to pick up the board. Grabbing her hand again, he tugged her after him as he headed for the water's edge. “The other's will have to wait until later.”

The rest of the morning was spent with him trying to get her on the board and stay there without falling off. She wasn't exactly a natural at it but after a while she did start to get the hang of it and even managed to stand up and keep her balance for a few seconds before she took a head dive into the water.

John laughed and pulled her up. Brushing the hair out of her face he lightly kissed her on the nose. “At least you're trying, babe.”

“I told you that I wasn't any good at this.” She wiped the water out of her face, looked up at him and grinned. “And I think you're just getting a kick at watching the 'girls' bounce in the water.”

“What gave you that idea?” He slipped his arm around her and pulled her against his chest. She bounced against him and he laughed. “But I think you've had enough for today. Why don't you go sit on the beach and watch your man show you how it's done?”

“For once, Sir. I'm not going to argue with you.” She laughed but she was tired. Even if the water was warm and John even hotter, her arms and legs were aching.

He stayed with her until her feet touched the sand and he gave her a light stinging slap on the behind as she headed up the beach. Not caring if she was getting sand up her butt, she plopped down on the warm ground and leaned back so that she could watch him.

Damn, but he did know what he was doing. Every swell of the waves made her think that he was going to tumble off and break his neck but the bastard made it look easy. She kept her eyes on him, watching every move he made. He looked like some water God out there on that flimsy board and even though she wasn't close enough to actually see him working the muscles in his arms and legs, just the thought of it made her horny. She didn't even want to think about how his strong back would be flexing or the way his thighs would tighten with the effort. She licked her lips, thinking about the way his thighs felt under her hands and barely noticed when he finally started to make his way back up the beach toward her.

“Susan?”

She looked up and saw him standing over her. His shorts had slipped down even lower, showing his flat belly and the pale curve of his hips. Water streamed down his long powerful legs. Beads of it glistened in the hairs on his chest and she wanted nothing more than to knock him down and lick every bit of it off of his richly tanned, golden brown skin.

“I don't know what you're thinking but it must be good.” He dropped the board and sat down next to her. His fingers were cool when he touched the inside of her knee. “I've been calling you for the last ten minutes and you never moved. I was starting to think I was boring you and that you'd fallen asleep.”

She turned and looked at him and a wicked smile crossed her face. Without a word, she untied the bikini top and tossed it away from her. Wriggling out of the bottom, she sat up and pushed him back on the sand. Hooking her fingers in his shorts, she jerked them off his hips and down the long length of his legs.

Her touch was exciting him and he quickly stirred to life. His erection stood thick, hard and proud in his nest of curls and she heard him sigh when she lowered herself over him. Hands locked with his, she shoved his arms over his head and held him down while she rode him.

His skin was cool and wet beneath her touch and the knot of lust in her belly tightened. The tension drew tauter and higher. She started to pant hungrily and she clasped at his hands, digging her nails into him. He bucked up against her and she tightened around him, making him cry out. He moaned and shuddered and then let go inside of her.

She let go of his hands and collapsed against his chest. His lips were parted and looked so wet and inviting. She brushed the hair out of his eyes and kissed him, soft and slow. His hands slid over her back, his fingers stroking over her skin. The sensation was so sensual and so erotic that she felt like he was leaving little trails of fire wherever he touched her.

Breaking the kiss, he looked up at her and smiled tiredly. “I guess I know now what you were thinking.”

“I thought it was better if I showed you instead of telling you.” She rested her arms on his chest and looked down at him.

“Mmm...” He murmured softly. “Have I told you how much I love your hands on demonstration's?”

“I think I got the idea.” She wriggled her bottom and he threw back his head and laughed.

“Good.” He rested his hands on his hips and raised his head so that he could nuzzle her neck. “And as much as I love having you on top of me, I think we'd better-”

“Sheppard!”

Suddenly, he stilled and his eyes went wide. “Shit!”

“What is it?” Susan froze.

“God damn it...” A grin tilted up the corners of his mouth. “It's Jinto.”

“Jinto!” Susan rolled off of him and frantically looked for her bathing suit. “Where the hell did he come from?”

“Halling was planing on sending him out with some food supplies for us.” He sat up and reached for his shorts.

“Good time to tell me about it.” She hissed at him. Damn! Where was the eff-ing thing? Finally, she spied it laying farther away then she could reach without Jinto getting a good look at her. She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to scoot behind John. “What the hell-”

“I am going to put my shorts on.” John was trying not to laugh at her when she shot him an angry, accusing look. Taking her arm, he pointed to a small, rock lined pool just beyond the spot where he'd set up the tent. “I was planning on taking you over there next. I guess now would be as good a time as any.”

“I am so going to kill you.” She hissed at him as she tried to stay hunched down and behind him.

John just grinned. When they were close to the pool, he held her arm while she stepped down. The water was almost as warm as a hot tub, it eddied in and out with the roll of the waves and there was even a ledge wide enough for her to sit on. John pushed her down and stood in front of her, leaning forward he rested his forearms on the small ledge in front of him.

“What the hell are you doing. Sheppard?” She poked him in the belly. “He can still see me!”

“Not if you keep your head down and your mouth shut.” John whispered back at her. “And I don't intend to let him get that close, so chill, sweetheart.”

“Keep my mouth shut?” Susan spluttered.

“Will you be quiet?” John nudged her with his knee. “If you keep talking he's going to hear you.”

Susan started to say something and then shut her mouth when she heard the sound of the boy getting closer. She scooted down even more as John leaned closer to her. Her forehead was practically pressed against his belly and just when she was starting to feel like the biggest idiot in the world, an evil payback started to form in her mind.

She looked up. She couldn't see Jinto but she could hear him. The boy sounded happy and John was grinning like a fool. Yeah, he was going to be a fool alright.

Sliding her hands over his legs, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and gently tugged them down over his hips. Eager to play, his erection practically popped up and hit her in the nose and she had to press her hand over her mouth to keep from giggling when he gave a little jump. A wicked smile crossed her face and she glanced up quickly. He was trying to be still but she saw the nervous twitch of his lips when she slid her fingers over him.

Okay, if he wanted her to keep her mouth shut...she'd just try to see how long she could do it before he lost his cool.

Pressed as close as she was to him, it was easy for her to flick out her tongue and trace a line down the length of the thin trail of hairs on his belly. He shivered slightly when she wrapped her fingers around him and gave a gentle tug. The head of him bobbed to the surface and she slid her tongue over him, tasting him before she pulled him into her mouth and sucked at him gently.

“Where is your lady, Sheppard?”

She heard a scuffling sound and guessed that the boy had sat down. Good going, kid. She grazed her teeth over John gently and grinned around a mouthful of Sheppard when she heard the catch in his voice.

“Sleeping.” His belly tightened and he leaned into her a little more. “She was pretty...pretty worn out from last night.”

She snorted softly and nipped him gently as she began to move her hand up and down, making him throb hot against her palm.

“I like her.” Jinto said and she could tell from the sound of his voice that he was grinning.

“I'm sure she likes you...” John gasped slightly and she heard him try to catch his breath. “...likes you too.”

If Jinto noticed anything he didn't let on and Susan took it as a motion to keep doing what she was doing. He said something else but Susan didn't hear him. She was too busy concentrating on Sheppard.

Keeping one hand on him, she slid the other over the length of his leg, tickling behind his knee before she moved higher. He jerked and nearly slid out of her mouth when she cupped his balls in her hand and gently squeezed.

“Sheppard? Are you okay?”

Jinto did notice that. John pressed even closer and she almost choked when the head of him grazed against the back of her throat. She squeezed him again and he slid back but not by much.

“Yeah...” He said in a choked whisper.

She glanced up and saw him tilt his head slightly toward the tent. “I just...just don't...” He swallowed hard when she licked her tongue across him. “...wake her up...” He shook his head and opened his mouth but she could tell he was practically gasping for words.

“Jinto!”

John jerked forward and her head banged back against the ledge hard enough to make her teeth clamp down on him.

“Shit!” He whimpered and reached down, sliding his hand over the back of her head. “Halling...”

Hearing a heavier set of footsteps, Susan shook her head and leaned back, letting him slide out of her mouth but she didn't let go of his balls. She squeezed him again and he groaned slightly.

When he pulled back, she looked up straight into Halling's eyes. As tall as he was, there was no way that the man couldn't tell what she was doing and why John was suddenly so red faced. For a second, Halling just stared at her in stunned disbelief and then he smiled. Caught, the only thing she could do was smile back at him.

“Jinto...” He said softly and stepped back out of her view. “I believe it is time we let the Colonel and his...Lady...have their privacy.”

“But you said I could visit.” Jinto sounded disappointed but John looked relieved. “And Sheppard say's that she's asleep...”

“Long enough to bring them the basket not to spend the day.” Halling laughed and from the sound, pulled his son to his feet. She heard him turn back to look at John. “I am sorry, Colonel if there is any-”

“Don't worry about it...” He took a deep breath when she tugged on him again. “Don't worry about it, Halling.” She looked up and saw him shift his attention to the boy. “Before we leave...I promise, Jinto. We'll spend...we'll spend some time.”

Halling smiled and Susan guessed that the boy's expression had brightened. He moved into her view again and his eyes widened slightly when she saw the grip she had on Sheppard. He made a fist and coughed into his hand but to Susan it sounded like a snort of laughter. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at John.

“Thank you, Colonel.” Halling glanced at her again and she let go of John long enough to raise her hand from the water and give him a little wave. “Now, we will leave you to your...your privacy...”

He snorted softly at the way Sheppard's face got even redder and then he quickly looked away. He moved out of sight and she heard their footsteps moving away but John didn't move. His hand was still on the back of her head and when his fingers tightened in her hair, she knew that Halling and his son had moved far enough away and wouldn't hear him.

She looked up expecting him to try and pay her back for making him squirm but he only grinned wickedly. Reaching down he gripped himself and pressed the head of his member against her lips.

“Didn't your mother ever tell you to finish what you started?”

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