Confession--it's got to be good for something.

[lt_col_sheppard]

Only did a few sins--figured I'd pace myself. *grin*
((ooc--John's player is going to be out of town on family business until Tuesday. Treat him kindly whilst I am away--he's had an exciting few days.))

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[dr_macgregor]

She loves how John has a need for touch. This powerful urge to always have his hands on those he cares about, to ground them, to reassure himself they're real. It's the connection she likes, the sensuality of skin, the assurance they're there. Rae smiles at this thing they share.

A small frisson of fear enters her eyes at his words. She knew what it meant to have Radek so devoted, so... attuned to her every wish... She closed her eyes for a moment, then gazed into his own hazel ones as she spoke seriously. "John... I know what you mean, but don't... It was hard enough to understand that my mere comments could make Radek do things... I *am* happy, ok? That's enough..."

She melts into his kiss, unable to express how she didn't *deserve* to have that much power over anyone, so please, just love.... His hands burn through her uniform and fit perfectly on her hips. Rachel gasps as John teases her with his body, creating a sweet tension that she doesn't want to go away. Her hands pull at his shoulders and keep him against her as his breath is hot in her ear, making her shiver. Rae gasps as he pulls her forward. The burn ratchets a little higher as she rocks against him, licking at his neck where she can reach it.

"Ohh... I like that idea... Betrothed... Sure you wanna chance mussing my uniform, Colonel? After all, I work better under... pressure..."

Rae's hands slip inside his jacket, pressing against muscle and bone, soaking up the warmth and burning sensuous handprints of her own on his skin.

[lt_col_sheppard]

He grinned slowly, wicked thoughts written in the dark glint of his eyes, the way the skin at the corners crinkled just so, the dark brush of stubble just under his lips. He wore this expression seldom in public, hell, he wore it seldom regardless of his geography these days. This was the smile he used to give Rodney when things were new and they'd just decided the jumper bay WAS an excellent place for post-lunch sex...or nobody could probably see them on the east pier balcony this time of day...probably. It was a smile meant for dark, musky-sweet places and secluded sun-dappled stretches of floor just out of hearing range of just about everyone else in the city...or so one hoped.

His drawl is more pronounced, honey-thick and dripping with wicked intent.

"Oh pressure I have, Darlin'...pressure we've got in spades...maybe we can try it all bound up in your clothes first, I like to work my way from the outside in, if you catch my meaning."

Slipping from his jacket was easy with Rae helping, the soft slither of fabric on skin coinciding with the sudden dimness of the room's lights and the soft double-click of locks engaging. He buries his face in her throat, brushing ticklish featherlight kisses across her collarbone as he positions her legs just so, knowing from personal experience that the uniform pants' fabric relaxes when warmed, allows for....expasion, flex, long calculations of tension and pressure tolerance winding lazily through his brain as he rubs against the tight stretch of cloth between Rae's thighs.

he knows the fabric's warm enough, stretched enough, plaint enough when he brushes hard against her and she gasps, rocking her hips forward and grabbing at his shoulders. He rubs against her, a slow up-down movement, and nibbles insistently at her neck, letting go of a breathy moan himself.

After a few moments of this, John leans back, settles into his desk chair, and pulls her in to straddle his lap, grinning up at her with hazel-dark eyes.

[dr_macgregor]

That look is one of pure combustion. It promises all sorts of naughty secrets, and Rae wants to learn every one. His smile finds an answering one on her mouth, the smile of a woman in her own power and loving it. His jacket slid over his shoulders to land on the floor and be kicked aside. Rachel's beginning to think John has a fetish for the expanse of her throat and she's not minding one damn bit. She'll worry about marks later, if at all...

His body tempts her with barely-there slides against her heat, slightly closer with each touch. The kisses tickle at her skin and she whimpers in her need. This is light-years beyond any fumbling caresses in school, literally and in technique. Rae's indrawn breath is sudden when John's next slide against her is hard, the pressure sudden. Now she knows just how damp her panties are, because he's grinding the seam of her pants into, a delicious heated friction of fabric and slickness and stiffness behind the barriers. Rae's panting when he pulls away from her. He smirks at her sudden glare of frustration, and brings her back with him into his desk chair, her knees on either side of his lap against the padded arms.

Rae smiles lazily down into his eyes, her curls escaping her french twist on either side of her face. She reaches up and undoes the pin, shaking her head to release the fall of hair over her shoulders. His eyes are green and amber-dark in the dimmed room as she presses down into his lap, her hands on his shoulders. Rachel's voice has a husky tone as she smiles at him. "I'm thinking we're gonna have to worry more about the state of *your* pants after this. May have to carry that jacket over your arm on your way back to the boys..." She slips her own jacket off as the room seems over warm and presses against him, nipples evident and aching under her bra and science-blue-black tshirt.

Her mouth descends on his. Rae takes John's lower pouty-proud lip between her teeth gently and worries at it for a second before darting her tongue against his. Her tongue dances in his mouth, coaxing him back into hers where she open for him, pliant and hot. His hands slide to cup her bottom, and Rachel presses into his hardness and begins to slowly move up and down his length. She wants more, but will respect his wishes. The fingers on his shoulderblades tense as she rolls her hips into the slide. Roll, tilt, slide up, tilt, slide down, repeat. Repeat as necessary, and Gods, is it necessary right now to keep moving against him.

[lt_col_sheppard]

She's a force of nature bottled into pale body and long swish of red hair against his cheeks--he wonders if he should tell her how much like Rodney she is right now, body sliding out a fast, urgent rhtythm against him, John's own hips arching up to press again and again against that searing heat. Better not, he thinks--that hungry look in her eyes may have her devouring him in more ways than one if he says that right now.

Her firm bottom flexes beneath his hands and he tips his head back, letting her take the rhythm for a while, letting her tease him, make that near-painful ache uncurl deep in his belly. He knows if he doesn't change tactics soon, she'll be right, he'll have to march to their shared room with his jacket shamefully draped across his lap.

With a deft flick of fingers long-accustomed to science department fasteners and zippers, John opens her trousers, the better to allow his hand to slide between the warm cotton of her panties and the soft skin of her ass.

"mmh, we'll worry 'bout mine later....just wanna see how wet we can get *yours* first...Rae, I--"

his brain catches up and he finally understands the words she'd whispered earlier, before her lips had burned his mind to a cinder. Now is not the time, now is for heat and wetness and the frantic grind of hard against soft...but...

"Rae, I'd never...never do anything to hurt you, you know that. I know what having Radek catering to your every whim can be like. I've seen that part of him. I don't want to be that burden for you. I want to be..."

He holds her hips fast, one palm still pressed tightly to the creamy skin of her ass, fingers already dampening from contact with her heated core.

"I want you to trust me, trust in me, Rae...I won't.."

His last words are lost in a barrage of soft sounds, her moans against his lips, the muted slick sound of mouth against mouth. The hand not inside her trousers winds up to slide under her top, thumb finding the hard nub of her nipple easily, rolling it between his fingers in a couterrhtyhm to the roll of their hips.

[dr_macgregor]

His throat is just too tempting as his head falls back against the chair. Rae can't help from tasting his skin, nibbling his jawline, licking her way up to his ear. Soft little whimpers issue forth as she moves on him and he deftly undoes her pants, only to slip a searing palm against the skin of her ass. Her breath catches at his words, arousing her even further.

It's quiet in the office except for the slide of fabric, the creak of the chair, and his simple words. John reassures her and lets her know he won't ask too much of her. His heart is open to her as she drinks in his scent, his taste, his every sound. Her own voice is hushed as she responds.

"I do, Gods, I do, I trust you, John... Trust you totally..."

The time for promises is past and future. Only now is sharp need. She kisses him again, her mouth against his over and over, moaning against and into him. The hand inside her pants clutches at her firm cheek as his other hand slips up and plays with her breast, flicking her nipple rhythmically to her grinding against him.

Rae's getting close as her movements quicken, her head buried in his shoulder as one arm clasps him near. She pants next to his ear, frantic words interspersed with heavy inhalations. "Oh God... Yes, John... Need you, want you, rescind the Rule, want to feel you... Yes, wedding night, love you, want you in me, please... John... Yes!" Rae pressed tightly, her hips bucking unconsciously against the hardness in his pants as her orgasm left her on a soft keening note. She struggled to regain her breath as her hand clenched in his shirt.

[lt_col_sheppard]

He can come just to the sound of her voice rasping his name, soft and sweetly desperate, some unidentifiable accent slipping through as she bucks against him. He urges her with a long tumble of sound, his words nearly lost as they moan together.

"yes Rae, yes...wedding night, want to be inside you, make me so hard...God you can feel it, can't you? Know you make me hard, want ....to....yes...ah...Rae."

He watches the redhead come apart above him, her head tipped back, jade eyes unseeing as her body rides his. He can feel her tremble and pulse against his cock, making his length twitch against her in sympathy to her orgasm. It's been ages since it's been like this with the guys--heated groping through their clothes, it's almost always 123naked with them....but this, this has an urgency, a desperation, a need he had sort of missed.

Her fingers are tight in his shirt, balling the fabric, and he soothes her, stroking her back and sides with gentle pressure, whispering against the gasping-open-mouthed kisses they're sharing.

"so good, Rae.....can't wait, can't wait to show you..be with you.."

[dr_macgregor]

His touch brings her back to herself slowly, the soothing strokes reconnecting her with the room around them and his eyes. His kisses are sweet and strong, filling her in a way complementary to Radek. Rae lets go of his shirt, smoothing the fabric. She realizes John's still achingly hard in her lap, tense and taut against her. "Oh John..." Rachel took a deep breath as she eased off his lap to kneel at his feet. She placed her hands on his knees and slowly slid them up the inside of his thighs. Resting them on the fastener to his pants, she smiled at him.

"We can't leave you like this love, that's nearly as cruel as having to cover yourself... Please, milácku, let me do this for you..."

[lt_col_sheppard]

John covers Rae's hands with his own, unable to hold back the soft pressure he exerts, revelling in the feel of her petite, tapered fingers against his aching length. The endearment, milácku, rings through his head, teasing memories to the surface, long nights with Radek, and he smiles, letting the sensememory overtake him.

The dimmed light flickers minutely as he presses her fingers more firmly into himself, spreading his thighs slightly, an obvious offering.

"was all for you, you know...I didn't expect anything in return. That said, my Mama taught me better than to turn a lady down...."

[dr_macgregor]

His heat burns her hands, even through the BDUs. His hands are large over her own as she moves over his length, pressing rythmically as he gets comfortable.

"Smart woman. And I *want* to do this. Preferably many times in the future, too."

Time for talking is over. Rae drags their jackets over quickly to put under her knees. She's getting pretty good at undoing her lover's pants as well, and soon has John lifting his hips to scoot his pants and boxers down a little for comfort. There's a hungry look in her eyes as this reveals a beautiful cock in a thick dark nest of hair, balls heavy with need. Sure, she's seen it before, but never this close and not for weeks. His skin is duskier than Radek's and he's a little longer... Still different, but oh so beautiful. For a split second, she wonders what Carson will look like someday...

Rae's hands slide back up the inside of John's thighs again, skipping over the bunched fabric, closing hotly around his length and cupping his balls carefully. Her fingers dance over the skin, learning the feel of this man to whom she is now promised. One hand slowly strokes up his length, circling the revealed head, her thumb smearing the small drop of pre-cum over and around it. She's fascinated with its beauty, so different from what she usually knows... Rachel blushes deeply as she looks up to see him watching her, eyes gone dark with need. He's got three lovers(fiances) that aren't circumcised, surely he won't think she's being wierd...

She just returns her gaze to her moving hand. Leaning forward, her tongue darts out to taste him. Salty-sweet, musky where Radek is spicy... Rae laps at his head, covering every inch of his cock with fast little licks, suddenly being the little koshka he calls her and he's her bowl of cream... He gasps and strains against her as she takes him in her mouth. Enveloping him in the wet heat of her mouth, she begins to move up and down, her hand following and taking up the slack of what her mouth cannot fit. She lets him slide over her tongue and swirls and flicks it against his hardness at the top of every movement. her other hand is caressing his balls gently, and her index finger presses on his perineum. Rae smiles around his cock as a strangled moan escapes him. Oh yes, Radek's taught her a few things...

John's struggling not to thrust, trying not to fuck her mouth, she can tell from the strain in his thighs as her hair brushes against his pants. Rae loves the sounds he makes, the breathless way he speaks in his need as he nears the edge. Her hand speeds up on him as she sucks hard, pulling him to the precipice of desire. A hand taps her shoulder in warning just as she feels his balls draw up a little in her hand, but she shrugs it off. The whole point here, besides pleasure, is to keep him presentable enough to go back to his other lovers. She presses a little harder with the one finger and John is lost.

His body arches under her, releasing and spilling into her mouth. There's a slight tang to his taste that makes Rachel think strangely of ozone and the sky as she swallows. This intimate act, this taking in, this gift, seals their promise to be together. He slumps and she draws off carefully. Rae knows men are very sensitive right after coming and doesn't want to hurt John. Half-lidded, his eyes watch her as she gently tucks him away, nudging his hips up to pull his pants back up and fasten him in. She rests her arms on his knees and looks up at him adoringly, waiting for him to regain the ability to breathe.