John was stretched out beside her, one arm over his head but she knew that he wasn't asleep. He hadn't really slept for days, just rolled and tumbled and in the mornings he was so grouchy that she didn't dare try to talk to him about what had happened.

So, she had let him stew and wallow in his misery for a few days knowing that if she acted like nothing was wrong it would make him crazy. From the strained look on his face when they'd gone to bed, she knew he was close to cracking. But he was so damn stubborn that he would never admit to even doing anything wrong so it was up to her to make sure that he saw the error of his ways.

Even if it meant that she had to trick him.

“John?” Curling against his side, she laid her head on his chest and curled her arm around his waist.

“What?” His voice was sharp and then he eased his arm down and rested it across her shoulders. When he spoke his voice was a bit softer. “What?”

“I missed you today.” She blew a warm breath across his nipple and he shivered slightly.

“I missed you too.” His hand stroked over her arm and he shifted slightly so that she could rest her leg over his hip.

“How much?” She smiled and looked up at him with a sweet smile. Okay, kid. Don't over do it.

“Enough.” He rolled toward her and started to lay over her but she pressed a hand against his chest to stop him. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Something wrong?”

“No.” She sighed and rubbed her hand over him. “I was just hoping that you'd...you know...let me be on top?”

It was completely underhanded and sneaky but Susan knew it was her only chance to get him where she wanted him. If she was lucky and he didn't see through her ruse anyway. She tried to keep her tone light, her smile teasing.

“Come on, baby.” She trailed her fingers over his chest, lightly tugging at his salt and pepper curls. “I let you play. Won't you let me play just a little?” She leaned close and slid her tongue over the hollow of his throat. Pressing her wet heat against his growing erection, she raised her head and looked at him. “I promise that you'll like it.”

His eyes were half closed but he was smiling and when that smile turned into a wicked grin, she knew that she had him. He let her roll him over in the bed, settling his hands on her hips when she straddled him. Sliding her hands over his arms, she gripped his wrists and tugged them over his head. He didn't even so much as twitch when she snapped the padded cuffs around his wrists. She giggled when he lightly grazed his lips over the inside of her arm.

“Oh, no you don't big boy.” She tapped him on the nose with her finger. “If you're gonna let me play then you're gonna have to let me be the boss.” She pressed her hands flat against his chest and rolled against him harder. “Deal?”

He grunted and thrust his hips up, trying to enter her but she just giggled again and eased out of his reach. Laughing, she rested on top of him and pressed her hands down on either side of his head. “Look at me, Sheppard.” He opened his eyes and looked up at her. “I asked you if we had a deal.”

“And what if I say no?” That cocky look was back in his eyes.

She tugged on the handcuffs. “Then I would say that you're not exactly in a position to argue, Johnny boy.”

“These things?” He twisted his hands into fists and rattled the chains. “I can break these easy.”

She leaned back. “So break loose then.”

“Maybe I don't want to.” He hissed out a breath when she reached between them and slid her hand over his cock. His legs spread farther and his hips tilted slightly as she began to stroke her fingers over him.

The more she played with him the harder he grew under her fingers and soon he was moaning and gasping with every touch.

“I guess that means we have a deal.” She smiled when he didn't answer. “Good thing too or I would have hated for your little surprise to go to waste.”

He made a sound of protest when she let him go and slid off of him. She picked up a paper bag from the corner of the table, looked inside and then closed it again.

“What's that?” A look of suspicion was in his eyes when she turned back around.

Opening up the bag, she reached in and pulled out a small bottle that she held up for him to see. “Remember what you did to me with the strawberry jelly?”

He nodded, his eyes lit up with pleasure and he licked his lips when she climbed back up on the bed and pressed her pressed her full breasts against his chest. Wrapping one arm around his neck she met his lips with a soft sensual kiss. Easing back, she slid her tongue over his full bottom lip and then leaned close to breathe hot and husky in his ear.

“Tonight, I'm going to return the favor.” Pulling back from him, she pressed her knees into his sides and slapped the palm of her hand hard against his side. “Now get your knees up. I need something to lean against.”

Heat flared in his eyes from the way she'd smacked him but he did what she said. Resting back against his thighs, she spread her legs and set the bottle of caramel sauce on his belly and opened it. She felt his cock pressing hard against her back and his eyes followed her every move when she dipped her fingers into the creamy stuff and scooped some out. Holding the bottle in one hand, she spread her legs wider giving him a prime view.

“Jesus Christ...” He groaned and strained against the cuffs. “I changed my mind. Let me out of these damn things.”

“Too late.” She chuckled. “Just think about how this is going to taste, lover boy.” A sly smile touched her lips as she spread the stuff over her freshly shaved mound, parting the slick folds and giving him just a peek of her clit before she smothered it with the thick sauce. When she was through, she sat up and set the jar on the table. “Now be a good little soldier and put your legs down.”

“I thought you were mad at me?” He licked his lips and gave her a hungry look.

“I think it's called payback.” She rested her hands on the insides of her thighs, lightly stroking over her skin. “And I'm not mad at you, Sheppard.” She gave him a level look. “I am pissed.”

“God damn it! I knew this was a trick.” He banged his head against the headboard when he tried to sit up. Shaking his head, he glared up at her. “You'd better let me out of this, Suzie Q.”

“Shut up.” The sauce smeared across his belly when she slid off of him and got up from the bed but she didn't care. Going to the dresser, she tugged open the drawer where he liked to keep his 'toys' and pulled out the butt plug he'd used on her and another special 'toy' that she'd found. She smiled a positively evil grin when she turned around and walked back to the bed. Pulling open the drawer on the nightstand she pulled out the tube of lube and dropped it on the bed beside him.

“What the-” His eyes flared angrily when he saw what was in her hand. “Payback, huh? I guess this has to do with Lorne?”

“Smart boy.” She tossed the butt plug at him. It landed on his chest with a slap. “Remember this?”

He eyed it like it was a snake and inched back on the bed. “If you know what's good for you...you'd better put that thing away before you really make me mad.”

Climbing back up on the bed, she straddled his hips and pressed down against him. He bucked up, trying to throw her off but she curled her fingers in the hair on his chest and dug in her nails.

“After what you did? I don't give a damn how mad you get.” Reaching for the dildo she smacked it hard against his belly and he stopped trying to throw her off. Warily, he looked up at her and just for a second she thought she saw a flash of fear in his dark eyes. “In fact, I think I should lube up this thing, strap it on and give you the ass reaming you deserve.”

His muscles knotted under her hands and she knew that flash of fear had been very real. He did think that she would do it.

Good. Let him keep on thinking it.

“Well,” She drawled softly. “Isn't this is a change.” She leaned over him so that her nipples brushed against his chest. “Not such the big bad Sheppard now, are you?”

“If you think that's what you need to do to get back at me-” He growled angrily and tried to scoot away from her but there was no where for him to go. His breath caught in his throat and he turned his head on the pillow, his jaw clenching as he gritted his teeth. “Then go ahead and do it...but just remember, baby. You've got to let me go sometime.”

“Ooo...threatening me?” She made a tsk tsk sound with her tongue. “Not such a smart thing to do, sweetie.” She felt him shiver under her hand. “Because you know what, baby? I think you'd look really really good with this thing shoved up your ass and me giving you the ride of your life.”

“Is that it? You want my ass?” He glared up at her. “Go for it, honey. But I can guarantee you-”

“No,” She jabbed her finger so hard in his chest that he stopped talking. “I'm going to guarantee you something.”

“What? What can you guarantee me?” He sneered and shook his head. “It's only fair play, Suzie Q. Right?” Beads of sweat had popped out on his forehead and the muscles in his arms bunched when he tightened his grip on the chains holding him to to the bed. “I fuck with you...you fuck with me...”

“Oh, you can bet on it, sweet cheeks. After what you put me through...I'm going to make sure that you get a really good fucking.” Her fingers tightened around the strap and she clutched the thing in her hand. Lightly she traced the full head of the fake penis over his chest and belly.

“You don't have the balls...” He snickered.

“No, but you do. And some nice big ones too.” Sliding her hand under him, she tickled those balls until he squirmed then she tightened her hold and squeezed but he only bit his lip and refused to make a sound. Reaching up, she gripped his chin with her fingers and made him look at her. “After I'm finished giving you what you deserve, you Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard are going to go straight to the infirmary and tell Evan Lorne that you are sorry for acting like such a jealous bastard.”

“I told you that I was sorry.” He was practically shaking now, the real fear that she was going to use the thing on him shining stark and raw in his eyes.

“Yeah,” She grimaced and smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “But you didn't tell him.”

He blinked and stared up at her. “You're mad at me because I didn't tell Lorne that I was sorry?”

“Yes. He's a really nice guy John and you made him feel like crap. But what I'm really pissed about is that you can't get it through your thick head that I would never hurt you like that.” She looked down at the thing in her hand. “So really, its your fault that you've forced me to teach you a lesson.”

“A lesson? What kind of-” His eyes narrowed and gave her a sharp look.

She nudged the dildo against him again. “Ever hear of a little thing called tough love, Sheppard? Because right now, I could really set your ass on fire with this thing.”

“Suzie Q...come on...I said that I was sorry-” His eyes never left the thing in her hand.

“Oh,” She purred. “Is that begging I hear in your voice, Sheppard?” Snorting with laughter at the sudden look of panic on his face, she reached for the tube of lube. She squeezed some of the stuff over the head and nudged it against his puckered hole. “You want me to come on and force this big head into your tight little hole?”

His lips thinned when she pressed the head hard against him, easing the head in just enough to make him hiss before she pulled the thing away from him. They stared at each other for a long time and then she let a small smile touch her lips. “Had enough?”

His head whipped up and his eyes narrowed slightly. “What? Are you...this is all a trick?”

She sighed and shook her head. “Sheppard you are the sexiest man I have ever met but you are such an idiot. Do you really think that I'd use this thing on you?””

“No.” He shifted under her and gave her a look that made her clit twitch with hunger.

“No...” She rubbed her hand over his cheek. “I wouldn't. I respect you to much to ever shame you like that.”

His expression softened a little. “I'm still gonna spank your ass for this.”

“You won't do a damn thing.” She growled. “Try and you will be the one getting his ass spanked for a change.”

He grinned. He relaxed a little and gave her a wicked look. “Maybe I should call McKay. We could make it a threesome.”

She made a face. “Now that was a cruel thing to say.” She poked the dildo against him again, twisting it just a little bit. “I'd have sex with a Wraith before I let Rodney McKay touch me.”

He tried to wiggle down under her. “Maybe if you give him a piece...”

She pressed her knees against his sides and cocked an eyebrow at him. “You would raise hell over Evan Lorne but you'd be willing to share me with Rodney McKay? I thought that you loved me.”

“I do.” He grinned. “But with Rodney it would be more like a-”

“I don't pity him that much.” With a laugh she tossed the dildo away from her. It landed with a thud and rolled up under the dresser. Pressing her hands against his chest, she lightly kissed him. “You're lucky I'm not really a bitch, Sheppard. Because if I were really angry with you...”

“You'd what?” He sneered slightly and scooted up in the bed when wiggling down didn't work.

“I'd bite your nuts so god damn hard you'd think you had a squirrel loose in your pants.” Running her hands along his sides, she tickled her fingers over his ribs. “And since we're on the subject of nuts...” She reached over and snatched the jar of sauce off the table. “I think we've got a little something to finish.”

He was breathing harder now and his eyes were dark and hooded with lust as he slid his legs back down. Smiling and holding the jar in her hand, she turned around so that her knees rested on either side of his head. She felt his tongue slide along the inside of her thigh and she smacked her hand against his belly.

“Not yet, Sheppard.” She growled. “I'm still going to torture you.” When she turned her head, his thick cock was just inches from her mouth. Drops of pre come glistened along the slit and she flicked them away with her tongue. Wrapping the fingers of her free hand around the base of him, she tilted the bottle and poured some of the stuff over him before she set it back on the nightstand.

He raised his head, trying to slide his tongue into her but she tilted her ass up out of his reach. He growled with frustration, tendons standing out in his neck and shoulders as he tried to taste her. His eyes were burning with hunger but his cursing turned to groans of pleasure when she swirled her tongue over the mushroom head and licked down the length of his shaft.

“Oh, baby...you are so bad...oh, so god damn bad-” His hips jerked up off the bed when she started to fist him. “God damn...” He kept muttering. “Oh, god damn...baby please...please let me taste you...”

For a few seconds she denied him and then she slowly lowered her hips until her mound was over his lips. His hot and hungry mouth clamped over her, his tongue darting out to slide between her slick folds as he licked the stuff off of her. His tongue darted across her clit and she whimpered, nearly loosing her grip on his slippery cock.

Thoughts of their night on the beach when she'd poured the wine over him came rushing back and she hurried her sucking. He swelled and twitched between her lips, so close to coming that she could feel the pressure building up in his balls. She cupped him in her hand, gently rubbing her thumb over him and trying not to bite down on him when his lips latched onto to her clit and he began to suck her hard and fast.

With a jerk, his hips came up off the bed and with a hard twitch of his cock, he was coming in her mouth. The saltiest of him mixed with the creamy taste of the sauce and she lapped at him until he had nothing more to give but still he kept his mouth on her, biting and licking until she shuddered and smothered his mouth with her sweet cream.

“Oh, god...stop baby...” She felt the brush of his hair as his head fell back against the sweat damp pillow and he moaned against her thigh. “I can't take anymore.”

Rolling off of him, she crawled up until she was nestled against his side. Resting her head on his shoulder, she curled her leg over him and wrapped her arm around his waist. He was quiet for a few minutes and then he turned his head and brushed a light kiss across the top of her head.

“I guess this means that you forgive me?”

She brushed the hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. “For being an ass?”

He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “You know what I mean.”

Her lips quirked into a grin. Rising up on her elbow she grazed her lips over the strong line of his jaw. “I'll forgive you this time...” Running her hand over his chest, she grabbed a nipple and pinched until he yelled. “But I swear to God...if you ever do something that damn stupid again, John Sheppard...” She dug her teeth into the soft skin of his throat and bit down hard, sucking at him hard enough to leave a bruise.

“What?” He gasped. “You'll bite me?”

“I'll do worse than bite you.” Rolling over on top of him, she cupped his face in her hands. She shook him hard and then kissed him.

He started to say something and she put her hand over his mouth. “While I've got the advantage here, you're going to shut the hell up and listen to me.” Brushing the hair back from her face, she leaned on his chest and looked down at him. “I would never do anything with Evan Lorne. Sure, he's a cutie but doing something with him...Jesus...” She shook her head. “That would be like screwing my brother.”

His wides widened slightly. “You have a brother?”

“Yes.” She tapped him lightly on the chin. “And stop trying to change the subject.” Sitting up, she braced her hands on his shoulders. Leaning over him, she kissed him hard and then pulled back. “I love you, you god damn idiot. I just want you to trust me as much as I trust you. ”

Reaching up, she undid the cuffs around his wrists and then rolled off of him to lay at his side knowing that as soon as he was free, he was going to let her have it. At first he didn't move and then he rolled on top of her and nestled between her thighs. Laying his head on her chest, he slid a thumb across her nipple.

She ran her hands over his back, feeling the strong muscles bunch under her hands. “Do you trust me, John?”

Raising his head, he looked up at her. “Yes.”

She smiled and gently touched his face. “Good. Because you know...I wouldn't do anything with Lorne and I'd burn in hell before I'd touch Rodney...” She purred softly and licked her lips. “But that Ronan...now that's a mountain I wouldn't mind climbing. Think he'd be up for a threesome?”

Surprise flickered over his face and then he grinned when he realized that she was teasing him again. “I think I can arrange it.”

“Good.” She snickered. “But maybe I'll just let you watch.”

“Never.” Slipping his hands between her legs, he ran his hands over the insides of her thighs and jerked her toward him, making her gasp when he thrust into her hard and fast.

Her sheath clutched around him, trying to hold him as he ground into her, tilting her hips up and trying to take as much of him as she could. His hands slipped under her, his fingers biting into the cheeks of her ass as he pounded into her, sliding her over the sweat slick sheets.

She reached up, hands wrapping around the metal bars of the brass bed, her whimpers turning into long low moans as she begged him to take her even harder. Sweat rolled down his face and chest, dripping onto her as he answered her cries with a hard slam of his hips. Her hips came up off the bed when he roughly slid a hand between her legs and jammed the calloused tip of his thumb against her clit. He pressed down, capturing the sensitive nub underneath the pad and holding it there until she screamed her release.

Her legs were like jelly, her clit spasmed under his thumb and she collapsed beneath him but he wasn't finished yet. He rode her even harder, grabbing her legs, he made her wrap them around his waist. Digging his fingers into her hips, he jerked her back and forth, rubbing her raw over his swelling cock until he let out a primal growl.

Fire ripped through her and her head fell back, a smile of pure ecstasy curving her lips when he bucked against her. Through lust hazed eyes she looked up and their eyes locked for a second before he threw back his head. He was panting hard and then suddenly he stiffened and she groaned, locking her hands around his upper arms, holding onto to him when he howled and erupted like a flash of white hot fire inside of her.