Home Coming
Patient’s Name: John Sheppard
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Prompt: 41-3. Mr. & Mrs. Smith Quote
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 464
Partner: Inara Serra (sevenvirtues)
(takes place shortly after his return from Vegas)
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She was all over him as soon as the pleasantries had been observed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on the lips. It was a little too forward, even for her, and it had him pulling away gently and regarding her with concern.
"Inara, is everything okay?" he asked, looking her over.
"No," she whispered breathlessly. "Everything's wrong. Was wrong," she amended.
"Oh?" he intoned, now really concerned. "And what, precisely was wrong?"
"Your absence, John. Your absence was wrong, and hideous and never do it again," she said with a sexy pout. The contrast from that stupid woman in the casino was evident and he barely managed to hide the grin that wanted to escape. Of course, she noticed, being an observer of the human body and knowing how to manipulate it. It was Inara's turn to express the concerned look. "What?"
John sighed. He had promised he wouldn't say anything unless it came up, and now here it was, coming up. "Nothing. Just...noticing the difference between sexy pouts is all."
She stepped away from him. "I'm sorry, what?"
He hung his head sheepishly. "Sorry, I said that wrong. What I meant was that some weird chick at the casino I was loafing around in tried to stalk me. Her attempt at a sexy pout was laughable, at best." He shrugged, off-handed. "What can I say; it was a drunken Vegas thing."
"Oh, well that's better," she replied, a feral grin creeping across her lips. "That's much better." Inara threaded her fingers through John's hair and kissed him slowly, deeply. She was doing what she did best, relaxing him, making him sink into the embrace, and John could feel his brain turning into mush. He kissed her back just as slow and deliberately as she was kissing him, and he was praying that the matter would be dropped. "So tell me," she asked, breathless once more as she broke the kiss. Her lips brushed against his seductively as she continued, "what's her name and social security number?"
He chuckled and rubbed his nose against hers as he shook his head. "Uh-uh. No, you can't go kill her. Think I already did worse than that when I flat out rejected her." Inara squeaked in delight as John picked her up and walked her over to his bed. "She didn't understand why I wouldn't let her seduce me," he said as he laid her down before stretching out next to her. "She just didn't realize that I had you here waiting for me, and there is no way I was giving you up for anyone."
"Goof. I love you."
"I love you, too."
They shared a smile before he leaned down and resumed the kiss.
It was good to be home.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Prompt: 41-3. Mr. & Mrs. Smith Quote
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 464
Partner: Inara Serra (sevenvirtues)
(takes place shortly after his return from Vegas)
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She was all over him as soon as the pleasantries had been observed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly on the lips. It was a little too forward, even for her, and it had him pulling away gently and regarding her with concern.
"Inara, is everything okay?" he asked, looking her over.
"No," she whispered breathlessly. "Everything's wrong. Was wrong," she amended.
"Oh?" he intoned, now really concerned. "And what, precisely was wrong?"
"Your absence, John. Your absence was wrong, and hideous and never do it again," she said with a sexy pout. The contrast from that stupid woman in the casino was evident and he barely managed to hide the grin that wanted to escape. Of course, she noticed, being an observer of the human body and knowing how to manipulate it. It was Inara's turn to express the concerned look. "What?"
John sighed. He had promised he wouldn't say anything unless it came up, and now here it was, coming up. "Nothing. Just...noticing the difference between sexy pouts is all."
She stepped away from him. "I'm sorry, what?"
He hung his head sheepishly. "Sorry, I said that wrong. What I meant was that some weird chick at the casino I was loafing around in tried to stalk me. Her attempt at a sexy pout was laughable, at best." He shrugged, off-handed. "What can I say; it was a drunken Vegas thing."
"Oh, well that's better," she replied, a feral grin creeping across her lips. "That's much better." Inara threaded her fingers through John's hair and kissed him slowly, deeply. She was doing what she did best, relaxing him, making him sink into the embrace, and John could feel his brain turning into mush. He kissed her back just as slow and deliberately as she was kissing him, and he was praying that the matter would be dropped. "So tell me," she asked, breathless once more as she broke the kiss. Her lips brushed against his seductively as she continued, "what's her name and social security number?"
He chuckled and rubbed his nose against hers as he shook his head. "Uh-uh. No, you can't go kill her. Think I already did worse than that when I flat out rejected her." Inara squeaked in delight as John picked her up and walked her over to his bed. "She didn't understand why I wouldn't let her seduce me," he said as he laid her down before stretching out next to her. "She just didn't realize that I had you here waiting for me, and there is no way I was giving you up for anyone."
"Goof. I love you."
"I love you, too."
They shared a smile before he leaned down and resumed the kiss.
It was good to be home.