“Susan?” John grinned and leaned back against the door when it closed behind him. “What's this?”

“The last time I checked, I think it was called dinner.” She looked up at him and smiled back. Lighting the last candle, she pulled out a chair and motioned for him to sit down.

“Shouldn't that be my last meal?” He slowly moved toward her. “I mean, this is my last night as a free man.”

“Poor baby.” She pressed her hands against his chest when he stopped in front of her and lightly rested his hands on her waist. “I'm sorry you got convicted and condemned to a lifetime with me.”

“I think I much prefer a lifetime with you then five more minutes of listening to Rodney whine.” John laughed and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

“How is Rodney?” She grinned and dropped down into a chair, pulling him down next to her. Pouring him a glass of wine, she handed it to him then leaned back and rested her feet in his lap.

“Not too bad.” He took a sip of the wine and set his glass down on the table. Lightly, he ran his hands over her ankles before he started to massage her feet. “The swelling on his nose had gone down a bit anyway.”

Susan just smiled. She'd been feeling pretty darn good since her little confrontation with Rodney. She'd expected some kind of reprisal but other than a stern talking to from an amused Elizabeth Weir, that had been it. Since then, things had been a little strained but Rodney had at least listened and kept his remarks to himself. That was good too. Because if he'd done it again, she'd have done a lot worse than just punch him in the nose.

“What about your bachelor party?” She sighed and leaned back. His hands felt so good.

He rolled his eyes. “I have a feeling that is going to be a disaster.”

“Why?” She snickered. “Couldn't get a stripper?”

His hands moved higher, massaging over the backs of her legs. “Want to do the job?”

“Sorry, babe.” She set her wine glass on he table, letting her knees fall open when his hands began to stroke over the tops of her thighs. “I only do a show for one man.”

“You didn't tell me you were dancing for Rodney.”

He laughed and leaned back when she tried to smack him. Grabbing her hand, he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and pulled her toward him. “And what the hell is this?” His fingers tugged at the belt of the short terry cloth robe she was wearing, trying to pull it open.

“Hands off until you finish your dinner, Sheppard.” She smacked at his hands and eased away from him.

“What if what I want isn't on the menu?” He reached for her again.

“Sorry, baby.” Laughing, she slid her chair back and stood up. “This isn't Burger King and you can't have it your way.”

“Maybe I'll just decide to take it.” He grabbed for the hem of the robe as she walked by but she quickly danced out of his reach.

“Then come and get it.”

She gave him a wicked grin and a saucy little wiggle of her ass that had him practically jumping out of his chair. In less than three steps he had her trapped in the confines of his arms. He leaned close and buried his face in her hair, groaning softly when she tugged at the snap of his jeans.

“Dance with me.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and nipped him gently on the throat.

“I don't dance.” He growled. “Unless you're talking a little mattress dancing.”

“Then let me dance for you then.” She murmured against his throat. Dinner forgotten, she took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. “This is our last night before the wedding tomorrow and since you think your bachelor party is going to be a disaster...”

“Naked?” He leered at her.

“Eventually.” She rubbed her hand over his shirt, tugging the buttons open so that she could scratch her fingers over his chest. “Let me give you a lap dance that you won't be able to forget.”

His dick hardened and he let her lead him into their bedroom. He stopped when he heard a soft humming and his eyes widened when he saw what she had waiting for him. “What the hell is that?”

“Just a couch.” She moved away from him and lightly ran her hand over the smooth black vinyl. “You've got your surprises. I've got mine.” She gave him a little wink. “Just think of it as an early wedding gift.”

“What are we supposed to do with it?” He tugged off his shirt and tossed it across the bed. His boots and socks were next. He was reaching for the snap on his jeans when she came to him. She rubbed against him, sliding down his length until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him.

“We're going to have a lot of fun.” Her breath was warm on his belly when she rested her hands on his thighs. She slid her tongue over his belly button and then down the light trail of hairs that disappeared under the waist band of his jeans. “Lots and lots of fun.” She unsnapped his jeans then gripped the tab of his zipper between her teeth and tugged.

“Son of a bitch.” He moaned and slid his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head as she took hold of his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down over his hips.

Lightly, she ran her hands over his hips, raining light kisses over his skin. She teased him with her lips, edging close and then pulling back until he thought he was going to scream. Just when he was ready to grab her head and force himself between her lips, she pulled back and slowly got to her feet.

“Keep it together, Sheppard.” She smiled and took his hand. “Let's make this last.” Carefully, she turned him and eased him back down on the smooth surface of the couch, laughing at the way he jumped when his skin touched the smooth, cool surface.

“Don't worry.” She leaned over him and kissed him softly. “You'll warm up fast enough.”

Moving away from him, she went to the dresser. He watched her as she picked up a cd, put it in the player and pressed the button. He almost laughed when Jose Feliciano's version of 'Light My Fire' started to play. But then she turned around and undid the belt of the short robe and it fell open to reveal the pale pink baby doll nightgown underneath.

“Do you like it?” She ran her fingers between her breasts, tracing over the front buckle and teasing down over her belly. Shrugging out of the robe she dropped it on the floor and danced her way toward him.

All he could do was nod his head. His fingers dug into the smooth vinyl and his breath caught in his throat as he watched her. The muscles in his thighs clenched when she swiveled her hips and he caught a glimpse of the matching panties she was wearing underneath. Holy shit!

The panties were crotchless and he saw a quick flash of the small patch of dark curling hair between her thighs before she danced out of his reach. His breath was coming faster now and his dick was so hard it was almost painful. He was starting to sweat now and every tilt of her hips and sway of her perfect ass made his heart race.

He bit his lip. She was dancing closer now, rubbing her hands over her body, gliding her fingers smoothly over her belly. She brushed her hands over her hips and down the length of her thighs, teasing him. The heat in her gaze when she reached up and rubbed her hands over her full breasts, turned up the fire in his blood.

Knowing that it was driving him crazy, she kept her eyes on his as she danced back and forth out of his reach. Her nipples were rigid and stuck out like hard points against the pale pink cloth and he watched, completely mesmerized and totally turned on. His breath caught in his throat when she brought a hand up and sucked on a fingertip before she trailed it down the column of her throat and between her breasts until she was circling a hard nub.

He shivered and nearly went after her when she started a sultry bump and grind that had his dick and balls screaming. She turned her back to him, then looked at him over her shoulder before she bent at the waist and gave him a quick, taunting view of her ass.

She danced closer as the song started to end and he reached up, intending to wrap his hands around her waist and pull her down on top of him. But she had other ideas. Lightly, she wrapped her fingers around his wrists and pushed his hands back down. Her hair brushed across his chest as she bent down and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Too late he realized that she was easing something around his wrists and cinching it tight.

“What?” Blinking, he tugged at the straps. “Suzie Q, what the shit-”

Breathless, she leaned over him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before she slid back and moved to kneel at the foot of the couch. Before he could stop her, she'd grabbed one of his ankles and quickly strapped it down before she did the same to the other.

“Ah, hell...” He tugged at the restraints. “Woman, you'd better let me out of this.”

“Sorry, Sheppard.” She actually giggled when she stood up and moved away from him. Grabbing up his shirt from the bed, she slipped it on over the baby doll night gown. “But I need you out of the way for awhile.”

“God damn it! Let me up.” He pulled, but the restraints were tight and he couldn't break them loose. He could feel the heat rising up in his face when she went to the dresser and pulled out an old pair of sweat pants and tugged them on. It got even worse when she sat down on the chair and pulled on her shoes. His eyes went wide. “Where the hell do you think you're going?”

“Forgive me, baby.” She came to him, wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his face to hers. She gave him a quick hard kiss and then let let him go, dancing back out of his reach when he tired to nip at her. Laughing, she picked up her pack from where it had been sitting beside the chair and slung it over her shoulder. “But you know the groom is not supposed to see the bride before the wedding.”

“Ah, hell!” He was shouting now, the cords standing out in his neck. “You better not leave me like this.” She was moving away from him and a cold chill settled in his gut. “God damn it! Susan...!”

“Don't worry.” She picked up a blanket and tossed it over him. She really starting laughing when the thing settled over him and he winced. His dick was hard and standing ram rod straight. It looked like he had a fucking boy scout troop camping under there. “Ronan is going to come by in a couple of hours and let you go.”

“What?” He struggled to sit up but the plastic was wet from the sweat of his body and he kept sliding back down. He was really furious now and his anger really started boiling when she started edging toward the door. “Don't you dare leave! Susan Walker you'd better get your ass back over here. If you know what's good for you, you won't walk out that door!”

Eyes sparkling with laughter, she blew him a kiss. “I love you, John!”

“SUSAN!” He bellowed.

But it was too late. She was already gone.

2.

It was exactly two hours when Ronan finally showed up. John should know. He'd been angrily stewing and staring at the clock on the dresser since she'd left him tied up and naked.

He heard a snort of laughter and looked up. Ronan was standing in the doorway to their bedroom.

“Don't say a god damn word.” John said through gritted teeth. “Just get me out of this fucking thing.”

“I don't know.” Ronan snickered. “You look so cute. Maybe I should call some of the women. I know that they'd love to get a good look at this.”

John's eyes narrowed slightly and he felt his face getting red. “Let. Me. Up.”

Ronan just looked at him and John suddenly had the feeling that the big man was actually going to leave him there. Then he slowly ambled toward him and knelt down and undid the restraints on his wrists. “When she asked me to check on you because you were tied up with something, I didn't think that she actually meant 'tied up'.”

“Shut the hell up.” Purposefully not looking at him, John reached down and undid the restraints around his ankles.

“No wonder you guys have been hiding out in here.” Ronan stepped back, his eyes scanning around the room as John sat up and eased his legs off the couch. He looked at the big brass bed, the plastic couch and then at his friend. His lips curled into a sly grin. “And why you're so damn tired all the time.”

John shot him a look as he got up from the couch. Wrapping the blanket around his waist he practically pushed Ronan out of his way. “Where the hell did she go?”

Ronan started to sit down on the plastic couch but when it swayed under his weight he decided to perch on the end of the bed instead. “Don't know.”

“What the hell do you mean you don't know?” John jerked open a drawer on the dresser and started digging for some clothes. “Did you check with Elizabeth or Teyla?”

“They're not here either. And neither is Lorne.” Ronan shrugged, watching him as he pulled on a tee shirt and then turned to snatch his boxers and jeans up off the floor. “She didn't tell me where she was going but I saw all of them getting on a Jumper.”

“What? Shit.” He shook his head and started muttering to himself. “They're probably headed for the village. I swear to God when I get my hands on that woman-” John dropped the blanket on the floor and reached for his boots but before he could lay a hand on them, Ronan snatched them out of his reach. “

“Sorry, buddy.” He tossed the boots across the bed where they clattered against the floor on the other side. “I've got orders.”

“What orders?” John's head snapped up. He was so angry. When he got his hands on Susan Walker...oh damn, but was he going to make her pay for this.

“You've got to stay.” Ronan stood up and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Bachelor party remember?”

“Screw it.” John pushed his hand away. “I've got-” Ronan stepped in his way when he headed toward the door. “Ronan, move.”

“Nope,” the big man shook his head and wrapped a arm around John's shoulders. “You can't leave. And since you can't leave...” Ronan steered him toward the bedroom door and pushed him out into the hallway. “We brought the party to you.”