Sheppard On Top
Copyright 2008 by Suzie B.

Rated M for Mature

Disclaimer: This is a total work of fiction. Star Gate, Stargate Atlantis and it's characters are owned by MGM and their creators.

I just like to play in their world for awhile. Now, if you will excuse me, I will go and find that big rock to hide under!

Tonight was the night.

She dressed in her finest, a tee shirt that was just snug enough and a pair of running pants that molded themselves to her backside and accented her womanly assets. Looking at herself in the mirror she thought that she didn't look too bad and at least she didn't look like a woman out on the prowl.

Slipping on her running shoes, she picked up her Ipod and headed out the door. The hallways of the tower were pretty quiet at this time of night. Most of her coworkers and friends were locked away in their own quarters, catching up on sleep or trying to find ways to amuse themselves and not think about where they were and just how far away from home that they really were.

She wasn't worried about any of that. The only thing that concerned her was if her plans for a certain Lt. Colonel would work out. She'd been watching the man for months and sometimes she felt she wasn't getting any closer to her goal. She could make all the plans she wanted too but it wasn't exactly going to make any difference if the man didn't even know she was alive.

And that was when she'd had the idea for the nightly runs around the city.

It wasn't exactly the most brilliant plan she'd ever had but it had seemed like a good one at the time. And damn it, she was frankly getting tired of the man never even noticing her. Okay, so she wasn't exactly an exotic beauty like Teyla or coolly elegant like Doctor Weir but she wasn't a dog either. She had her good qualities and the nightly runs around the city had done wonders for shaping up her butt and legs. So why couldn't she get the good Lt. Colonel to give her even so much as a second glance? It wasn't exactly like she wasn't his type. The man seemed to turn his charm on any female that was within breathing distance of him.

Sometimes she just felt like saying the hell with it and just throwing herself into her work but then she thought about those beautiful green eyes of his and she got even more determined. She smiled slightly to herself as she headed down the corridor. Her mother had always said that a man with green eyes could charm the red off the devil.

Thank God her mother had never met John Sheppard.

It wasn't only his eyes either. The man was sex on a stick and she knew that she wasn't the only woman in Atlantis that wanted to climb that lanky pole. She was pretty sure that from the way he wore his uniform he knew it too. Who the heck wore their knife pointed straight down the back of his ass if he didn't want to get it noticed? And those gray pants and that gun strap that just drew your attention to his assets? The man most definitely was not a fool.

She was so busy thinking that she failed to notice the man that stepped out from the side corridor and fell into step with her. At least not until she saw the shadow moving along side her.

"Going out again? You know, that's not such a good idea going out by yourself."

The familiar whiskey voice was so close that she felt a shiver run down her spine. She stopped, looked up and found herself staring into a pair of brilliant green eyes.

Oh, shit!

"Sorry." He gave her that charming Sheppard grin. "I didn't mean to scare you."

She swallowed hard and prayed that she didn't start babbling like an idiot. He was even better looking up close. Okay, she told herself. Just act natural and maybe he won't think you're a moron.

" Sorry, Colonel. I didn't hear you." Good Lord! Did she just giggle?

"How about now?" He reached out and gently tugged the buds from the Ipod out of her ears, feeling a little tingle when his fingers brushed the sides of her neck.

"It wasn't turned on." She smiled slightly. "But thank you anyway."

"Oh." He grinned crookedly, looking a little embarrassed. "I ah…" He stuck out his hand. "John Sheppard. Nice to meet you."

"Susan Walker." She shook hands with him, trying not to think about just how warm and strong his fingers felt wrapped around hers. "But you can call me Suzie."

"Suzie Q, huh?" Then he laughed. "I think from the look on your face I'll just stick with Suzie."

She felt her face getting hot with her own embarrassment.

"Relax. I don't bite." His smile was genuine.

If he was trying to put her at ease then why did she have the sudden idea of turning tail and running like hell back to her quarters? But his fingers were still wrapped around hers and he didn't look like he had any intention of turning loose.

"Listen," He said. "It really isn't a good idea to be out there running by yourself. So…ah…why don't I go with you? I haven't had the chance to get a really good look at the city at night." He cocked his head slightly. "You don't mind, do you?"

Hell no! She wanted to shout but instead she just shook her head. He held onto her hand as they walked the short distance to the doors leading out to the lower level of the city. She was so stunned that she could barely speak but if Sheppard noticed he didn't say anything. He had such an easy going charm that it wasn't long before she finally started to lose that nervous twisting fear in her gut.

They'd been walking for awhile in the cool evening air when he suddenly let go of her hand. Taking off his jacket, he slipped it over her shoulders.

"With that thin thing on, you've got to be freezing."

He said the words so easily that at first she thought he was just being a gentleman but when she saw exactly where his eyes were straying to, she couldn't help but grin. Mother Nature had been very kind to her in that department and 'the girls' were probably her best asset. From the look on the Colonel's face he was thinking the same thing.

They walked a little longer, the Colonel slipping an arm around her shoulders and steering her down a walkway that she hadn't noticed before on her runs through the city.

"For someone that hasn't seen much of the city, you certainly know your way around." She chided him.

"Elizabeth told me about it." He leaned close like he was going to let her in on some state secret, whispering the words, his lips close to her ear, his breath warm on her neck. He pulled her into the shadows, wrapping an arm around her waist and keeping her close to him. "Watch your footing here. It's a little slippery."

Slippery was right. She had to practically twist her hands in his shirt to keep from falling flat on her ass. But she didn't think that he minded that very much and she knew that she sure as hell didn't.

"Where are we?" She asked as the flooring finally leveled out. She could hear the sound of the waves and smell the salty tang of the air.

"Some place private." He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her against him. He nuzzled her neck, his scruff rough against her cheek. "What do ya think?"

Silvery light from the moons overhead shone like ribbons across the dark sea. It was quiet and very intimate. She could just imagine the Ancients using this as a trysting spot. It was far away from prying eyes and the sound of the waves slapping against the sides of the pier would have drowned out even the loudest cries of passion.

"It's beautiful." She smiled slightly. "But why are you showing it to me?"

"You know, if you keep acting all innocent like that, you're really gonna hurt my feelings."

She turned, startled by the tone in his voice. Then the expression on her face changed to one of amusement when she saw the coy smile on his face.

"Why do I have the feeling you set me up, Colonel Sheppard?" She eyed the sleeping bag rolled up and set back against the wall. A smaller bag set on top of it and she shivered thinking about what he might have inside it.

"And why do I have the feeling you've been playing right along, Doctor Walker?" He eyed her up in a way that made her nipples tighten and a little fire start low in her belly. A teasing smile crossed those luscious full lips. "In fact I think I've been hoping to run into you as much as you were hoping to run into me."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She tried to act modest but he wasn't having any of it.

"Liar." He reached out and slipped his jacket off her shoulders, running his hands down the length of her arms, his fingers leaving little trails of heat on her skin. She shivered again but it was from more than the cold this time.

He moved closer, barely leaving any breathing space between them. He slipped his hands around her neck, his fingers undoing the ties that held back her hair. His fingers tugged at the loose curls that tumbled down her back. "I've seen you watching me, Suzie. And I don't think it's that much of a secret what you're thinking about."

"So you can read my mind now?" Her head was reeling just from smelling the clean masculine scent of him. He was pressed against her and there was no doubt about how he was feeling.

A thrill rippled through her at the idea of having this dream come true. Of having John Sheppard hold her in his arms, and having him touch her with his strong calloused hands. She put her hands on his arms, feeling the taunt muscles beneath his skin. This was no dream.

He was real. A flesh and blood man that was offering her something that she'd never dreamed she could ever have. And after tonight would probably never have again.

But who was she to turn down an offer like this when it was standing hot, hard and ready right in front of her?

As if he really could read her mind, he pressed against her, his lips against her ear. "Every woman has some fantasies, Suzie. Tell me yours and I'll make everyone of them come true."

She held her breath. Every bit of her self control blasted away when he gently took her face in his hands, his fingers curled tightly in her hair. He bent down to kiss her, his tongue tracing her bottom lip, tasting her before he claimed her mouth with his own.

Everything melted away then and the only sound she heard was the sound of the waves pounding against the wall in tune with their breathing. There didn't need to be any words between them. Everything that John needed to say was right there in his hands and he made it plain what he intended to do when he tugged the jacket from her shoulders and slid his hands under the hem of the thin shirt.

Her breath caught in her throat at the feel of his hands on her bare skin. In one smooth motion he pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor behind him, his eyes glinting with approval at the sight of her. With practiced ease he unsnapped the back clasp of her bra, teasingly sliding the straps off her shoulders.

"Damn, you're beautiful." He slid his hands over her full breasts, gently pinching the nipples between his strong fingers.

"No, I'm not." She felt her face getting hot. She raised her hands to cover herself but he grasped her wrists and pushed them down.

"Yes, you are." He stared down at her for what seemed like forever and then he grinned a devilish grin and pushed her backward, until she felt the smooth coolness of the wall. "Stay right there." He commanded. "Don't move until I say you can. Understand?"

When she didn't answer he leaned down and gently nipped her breast with his teeth, not hard enough to hurt but definitely hard enough to get her attention.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Yes…"

"Yes, what?" He turned loose of one of her hands, brushing the back of his hand over her breast. Turning his hand, his fingers brushed the nipple and then he drew his fingers together. "I said…yes, what?"

"Yes…sir." The words came out in a gasp. She could barely breathe.

"Good girl." His smile widened. Another gentle pinch and he let go of her and stepped back.

She leaned back against the wall and watched him as he moved to unroll the sleeping bag. She'd known about his reputation with women but good lord…she'd never even thought that he was anything like this. And even though, right at this minute, she was completely at his mercy…she wasn't afraid of him. She was a big girl and she could take care of herself.

But right now, she was willing to let him take care of her any way that he wanted to.

Hearing a noise, she looked down and saw the small bag he'd brought along rolling toward her. She put out her foot to stop it.

"Didn't I tell you not to move?"

"But…"

"Hush." He straightened again, snagging the bag he opened it, took out a small wrapped package and tossed the bag behind him. He turned the thing over in his hand and then he slipped into his pants pocket. He gave her a wicked grin and shook his head. "I was going to let you put it on for me but since you've been a naughty girl, I guess I'll have to do it myself."

"Colonel…"

Without warning, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, the full length of his body pressed against her, the rough material of his black tee shirt against her breasts making her even more aroused.

He kissed her hungrily while his fingers dipped into the waist pant of her pants, his hands sliding slowly over her skin as he pulled them down. Over her waist. Down her thighs. He let them go, let them drop to the floor around her feet. She kicked them to the side and stood there, letting his eyes roam over her.

"No, panties..." he chuckled. "I thought those pants looked a bit too snug." A hand slid across her belly, dipping between her thighs. One long finger found what it was searching for and she arched into his hand, biting back a moan.

"Shh..." He braced an arm on the wall above her head and drove his fingers inside her. "You've got to be quiet now. Someone might hear us and then I'll really have to punish you."

She bit her lip, breathing hard and trying not to cry out but his hand and his mouth were making that nearly impossible.

Then suddenly he stopped and moved away from her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the little pack.

"Open your mouth." He demanded. She parted her lips slightly, not sure of what he was planning to do. "Wider." He pushed the thing between her teeth. "Hold it there." He commanded. "Don't drop it." He put his hand over her face, the palm of his hand warm against her forehead. "Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you too."

She nodded and did as she was told. She heard a rustle of cloth and knew that he was pulling his tee shirt over his head. Then the sound of a snap and the rasp of a zipper as he undid his pants. The rustle of cloth hitting the ground was sheer torture. She wanted to open her eyes, to see the glory that was John Sheppard naked and aroused but she didn't dare.

"Good girl." his voice was low and husky. He reached out and took hold of one wrist, bringing her hand up and pressing it flat against his chest. With his free hand he plucked the package from her mouth, touched her lips with his fingers, she turned to his touch, her tongue darting out to taste him.

He chuckled softly and she heard the rip of the package as he tore it open. He pulled her hand from his chest, turning the palm up. He pressed something smooth and cool into her hand and closed her fingers around it.

"Open your eyes." He demanded.

She had watched him practicing with Teyla before, knew that he was fit and strong. Had admired his backside and his thighs even though they'd been hidden by his uniform. But she was totally unprepared to see the man standing in front of her.

He was thick, and dark, and his eyes gleamed with pleasure as he pushed her hand down. His fingers entwined with hers, letting her feel every inch of him as together they rolled the condom on.

Without a word, he let go of her hand, sliding his hands around her waist, he pulled her to him. His hands slid along her spine, making her tremble. He turned her toward the sleeping bag, his strong hands sliding over her behind, pushing her down. He held her trapped under him, chest to chest, belly to belly while he kissed her again, deep and hard.

She whimpered, wriggling shamelessly against his erection, sure that she as going to burst into flames if he didn't do something and soon. She wrapped her fingers in his dark hair, moaning softly against his mouth.

He groaned deep in his throat, fingers digging into her hips when she parted her legs for him. He lowered himself between her thighs and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deep inside her.
His eyes, dark and hooded, never left hers as he drove into her harder and harder pushing her closer and closer to climax.

She couldn't believe that this was happening, couldn't believe that she was feeling the power, the curling, twisting force of sensations that were going on inside of her.

She hovered at the edge, gripping him tightly, digging her fingernails into his back as he drove into her harder, deeper and faster, his breath hot on her face, the thick mat of hairs on his chest scraping against her sensitive nipples until a scream was ripped from her throat.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and she clenched around him, making him throw back his head and cry out as he exploded inside of her.

Hours later, Susan woke up, warm and fully sated, Sheppard's arm wrapped around her waist, his hand gently cupping her breast. She rolled over in the sleeping bag and looked at him. He was already awake, head propped on his hand. Smiling sleepily, he leaned down to kiss her.

"Mornin'." He whispered softly.

"Mornin.'" She whispered back. She trailed a hand over his face, smiling slightly then she sighed and snuggled into him, wanting to enjoy the warmth of him for just a little while longer.

She must have fallen asleep again because the next thing she knew he was gently shaking her awake, telling her that they'd best get dressed and get back to the city before the morning crew came on duty.

He was already dressed and he handed her her clothes, watching her with hooded eyes while he rolled up their makeshift bed, tucking the small bag he'd brought with him inside.

The tip of the morning sun was just slipping over the horizon when they made it back inside, slipping in through a back way that brought them close to their quarters without anyone even seeing them. He was even gentleman enough to make sure that she made it to her door, leaving her with a rough kiss and a playful swat on the behind before he disappeared down the hallway.

Finally dressed and ready for the day, she headed out to breakfast and nearly tripped over a small package sitting directly in front of her door.

She leaned down and picked it up, taking it back into her quarters. She set it on the table beside her bed and looked at it for a moment before she finally made the decision to open it up.

Tearing off the paper she opened the box and looked inside. There was a small white envelope and under that a pair of silver handcuffs and a banana.

She picked up the envelope, turned it over and pulled out the card.

Trust me. It will only seem kinky the first time.