Rae smiled at Radek's encouragement. Part of her wanted to see him with Carson as well. But there was plenty of time. Her eyes met John's, and she walked over to where he stood in front of the couch. It was strange, this shy feeling. The things she'd done to him, with him, and yet... Rae didn't realize she was biting her lower lip in anticipation as she looked up at him, smiling at the same time. "Well. Hello there, husband..."
John slips a finger between his throat and the knot of his tie, the silk slithering quietly between his fingers as he pulls. He's been watching Rae and Radek, smiling at the shy way she ducks her head at his whispered question, their eyes flitting over to him.
He takes his time, folding his jacket over one arm as he begins slowly pulling his starched shirt from his trousers. Rae breaks off and Radek gives him a heated look, one John returns with smouldering intensity--Radek had wanted to be there, John knows it---and aches to see Radek tonight as well--but Rae...she's before him in her beautiful dress, biting her lip in the most endearing way, and John thinks there's really no place he'd rather be tonight than beside her.
"'lo yourself, wife.... He pulls at his tie again, slipping the knot further open, pretending to fumble with it, giving her a reason to reach in, get close. "give your new husband a little help here? " He tips his head back and stands obedietly still, eyes dancing with mischeif.
She smiles, vaguely hearing Carson say something behind her. She calls back over her shoulder without looking away from John. "Radek, love, would you get some hangers? We mustn't have these fine outfits all wrinkled now. And if you don't hang them up *now*..." She chuckled as she implications hit
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John watches her turn his jacket, finger the long line of ribbons on the left side, each one positioned with the utmost care. Each pin, each decoration now a celebration of a time when he'd beaten the odds, lived another day, lived long enough to be here, watching her tapered fingers wander over the colorful bars. In a locked box just behind Morena's case under their bed each medal sits, stacked one atop the other, some blank, unengraved, undecorated, recognition of jobs done that no one claims were done--tasks completed in wars fought beneath the noses of countless countries
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Rae giggles again and blushes at his accent, far better than hers. He pulls her close, fingers moving over her back to find the long lacing that starts at the top and criscrosses to her waist. Sre, she could undo the bow herself, but she can't reach the middle of her shoulderblades to pull the cord loose. No wonder Teyla grinned after helping her lace up. It was definitely designed to be undone by a lover... or a husband. She gets his last button undone and whispers back in his ear, kissing his skin between sentences
( ... )
John's laugh is soft an infectious, fingers falling away from the half-solved puzzle of her dress. He picks her up with little effort, he's no hercules, but carrying a woman from one room to another isn't as hard as one would think, especially when one is "properly motivated
( ... )
John carries her into the dim room and sets her down, standing behind her. He unlaces the gown, smoothly and surely, his mouth tracing a path down her back. She hums tunelessly in pleasure as she toes off the flat shoes and pulls the flowers from her hair. Those, she gathers in one hand and holds the front of her gown up with the other as her hair tumbles down further around her face. Rae turns around, not knowing that she looks halfway from innocent to debauched with the flowers and loose dress barely on. She smiles and moves to set the flowers aside on a chair. It's vaguely nervously, her free hand moving to his neck and sweeping under his collar to ease the shirt off over his arms. Rae smiles at the white undershirt he wears. It's a tshirt style, not the tanks that Radek prefers
( ... )
He almost wants to keep her this way, the soft tumble of curls around her face, the gauzy gown half-clinging to her shoulders, revealing tantalizing bits of skin--it sends a near-painful jolt of desire though him to see her this way, playing the unspoiled innocent, somehow devilishly aware of her own allure, girlish and absolutely womanly at the same time
( ... )
John's eyes are adoring. Not worshipful, like Radek's, but adoring nonetheless. It different since there's no sense of deity, more a sense of *her* actually being what's precious. Somehow, his adoring look gains a hint of possessiveness she's only ever seen for Radek and Atlantis. His hand cups her face as if amazed she's there. His breath ghosts over her lips from millimeters away. Rae's about to cry from the beauty of it all when his last kiss slides its way into her soul. His hands are hot on her waist as their tongues wrap around each other, learning this new joined dance of mating. her smile and soft giggle breaks the kis as his sliding hands touches off a tickle on her side. Her twist away from the tickle is open and unconscious as she laughs
( ... )
John hardly wants to release her as she pulls back, air tingling across the nipple she'd been laving with her sweet, clever tongue. He and his male lovers nipped, bit, licked eachother's nipples of course--but in a far more cursory way--under Rae's mouth his oft-ignored chest tingled with new sensation. He was still stunned by the sight of her silk-clad and devestatingly gorgeous, climbing into bed before him
( ... )
"Yours."Before she can end the word, John's kneeling between her feet, rubbing his cheek against her ankle. It's a good thing he shaved before the wedding, or there'd be runs in the soft silk. He looks up at her, eyes dark and clouded, his silly hair falling over his face and making her smile. And oh, but his answering grin is pure delighted evil as he licks her ankle. It makes her shiver to feel the dampened fabric rub on her skin. And from his words, John *really, really* likes the feel of the stockings. She chuckles a little
( ... )
A hard, merciless tremor works it's way through his body as she trails her silk-clad toes against his side. He clenches his jaw and wonders, briefly, at the dangerously intense effect she has on him--with just a brush of her thigh against the backside of his arm, she has his whole body clenching and burning to be paid the same honor--a single brush of her skin
( ... )
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He takes his time, folding his jacket over one arm as he begins slowly pulling his starched shirt from his trousers. Rae breaks off and Radek gives him a heated look, one John returns with smouldering intensity--Radek had wanted to be there, John knows it---and aches to see Radek tonight as well--but Rae...she's before him in her beautiful dress, biting her lip in the most endearing way, and John thinks there's really no place he'd rather be tonight than beside her.
"'lo yourself, wife.... He pulls at his tie again, slipping the knot further open, pretending to fumble with it, giving her a reason to reach in, get close. "give your new husband a little help here? " He tips his head back and stands obedietly still, eyes dancing with mischeif.
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