Forget Me Not Chapter 6
Now to Chapter 6. My thanks to firedew1 for the quick beta. On to our story ...
John floated in the darkness. It was peaceful there. There were no decisions, no worries, and no stress. He felt movement, but it was at a distance and only intruded slightly on his darkness. An indeterminate time later, a light made its way past the walls of darkness, but it did not stay long either. After that there were voices, or what he thought were voices, but they didn’t make a dent in the darkness and soon went away. It was only when something else intruded that the darkness became stifling. It took a moment for him to identify it. When he finally did, it started him struggling towards wakefulness. It was guilt.
The darkness was so thick it almost had weight, but John eventually conquered it, cracking his eyes open as his reward. Peering through barely open eyes, John took in his surroundings. Still in Atlantis - check; headache from Hell - check; lying in dimly lit infirmary room - nope. Blinking furiously, he managed to open his eyes more and recognized where he was: his own bedroom … and he was not alone. Carson was seated on the edge of the bed and Teyla was perched cross-legged by his head.
“Wha…?” His question was cut off by a cough.
“Easy, lad,” Carson crooned as he lifted John’s head for a drink of water. “When Teyla called, I thought perhaps another o’ Larrin’s crew had caught up with you. I was relieved to find that you were injured due to an accident.” He reached over and took hold of John’s wrist to check his pulse. “Now, how’re ye feelin’?”
John opened his mouth to proclaim his usual when Carson shot him a hairy eyeball. “Now, afore ye say anythin’, be warned that ’I’m fine’ is not an acceptable answer unless yer tellin’ me that you’re funny, insane, neurotic and emotional.”
A quirky smile lit John’s face as he looked at the doc. “Well, that fits, but I was gonna say that I have a headache.”
Carson put one hand to his chest in shock as the other reached for a pre-filled syringe. “Lord, have Mercy. John Sheppard actually told the truth about his condition. Shall wonders never cease?”
John’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t push it, Carson.”
Carson chuckled. “Aye, lad. I’m just enjoyin’ this side of you.” He tucked the now empty syringe away and held up a small brown plastic bottle. “You ought to be feelin’ better soon. Take two of these if yer headache isn’t better in eight hours. Now, I want you on bed rest for the rest of the day.” John started to protest but Carson held up a hand. “I didna have to put any stitches in yer hard noggin, but you do have a nasty lump on your temple. Teyla is going to take care of you and you are going to do as she says otherwise I’ll be pulling out the big needles for yer next inoculations.”
John raised his right arm in salute. “Yes sir.”
Carson just shook his head and chuckled as he gathered his things. “Cheeky rascal. You just remember what I said, you hear me?”
John nodded cautiously. “I gotcha, doc, and thanks for the house call.”
Carson patted him gently on the leg. “Get some rest and call if the headache gets worse.” He waved at the pair as he slipped out, the door closing with a soft whisper.
John wiggled a bit to get more comfortable before looking up at Teyla. “I’m s-“
The rest of what he planned to say was blocked by a set of slender fingers. “Do not apologize, John Sheppard. This is not your fault and I will not allow you to take the blame for it upon yourself.” She sighed then moved her hand from his lips to his hair. “It is my fault you were injured again. When you informed me that I am with child,” her other hand shifted to caress her still flat stomach, “it surprised me and I turned without realizing how close you were standing.”
John shook his head. “I shouldn’t have been standing that close. I knew it would be a shock for you and didn’t think to move first.”
Teyla stopped threading her fingers through his hair. “Then we shall agree that we are both at fault and leave it at that.”
A soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I can agree to that.”
Teyla shifted slightly, moving nearer to his head. “Now, I believe Carson said that you should rest.”
“He did, but,” he moved his head a fraction to look at her, “the shot he gave me only took the edge off and my head still hurts.”
“Then I shall try something Charin used to do for me.” She had him move so she could sit behind his head. Reaching down, she gently worked the fingers of both hands through his soft, thick hair until she reached his scalp. His eyes closed as her fingers started working through his hair. She moved them in small, soothing circles along his scalp. At first he made no sound, and then she noticed a soft hum drifting up to her ears. A pleased smile lit her face as she massaged his scalp. After a time, she noticed the humming had ceased. It had been replaced with the soft breath sounds of a deep sleep.
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John felt much better the following day, although the headache still plagued him a bit. He fixed a late breakfast for him and Teyla so they wouldn’t have to deal with the questions in the mess hall. While eating, John realized that, with as much of her memory as Teyla had regained, he had the means to help her put them into perspective and to fill in the blanks.
While he was cleaning up, Teyla drifted through the suite. Sometimes she would stop, pick up an item, examine it, and then put it back down. Other times, she would pick up an item and stand frozen, the item clutched in stiff hands. Each time that happened, John tensed with worry. He finished cleaning the kitchen as Teyla finished her examination of a carved statue they were gifted with on Melora. He intercepted her before she could move on to another item.
“Teyla, I know how to restore the rest of your memory.” John said.
Teyla paused at his words. She looked up at his face into his eyes. The green was prevalent today, the brown and gold serving as accents. “How?”
“By joining your mind to mine,” he replied. “Then I can help you put your memories into order and fill in the missing pieces.”
“How would we do this … joining?”
“Through the shareen bond that we share. You may not remember it, but we formed the bond on the planet we call Timbre.” His face flushed in remembrance. “We talked about how much we love each other and you asked me to marry you. It was also the first time we made love.”
The existence of the bond solved a mystery for Teyla. Since she had first awakened after the accident, she had felt a connection to John. The shareen bond explained it perfectly.
John took her hand and guided her to the room they had set up for meditation. With so much room in the tower, it made sense for them to use it. The room was comfortably appointed in warm earth tones with a scattering of objects that could be used as focal points. He led Teyla to the center of the room where two soft floor pillows waited. She settled on one while he eased onto the other after removing the sling from his left arm.
“Now, I need you to enter a light trance state. Once you reach it, I can reach out to you and help you.”
“When did you learn this? I have searched the memories I have and they show you to be a poor student when it comes to meditation.”
John chuckled. “Not that poor. I don’t do meditation as an exercise by itself. I prefer to use it to stay focused instead of blocking out everything.”
“Ah,” she said. “That makes sense.”
Teyla closed her eyes and started down the path to inner stillness and the trance state that John said she would need.
John closed his eyes and reached for his core. This would be a lot harder than reaching out to talk to Teyla through the bond. As he went deeper, his awareness of his surroundings grew. He heard the birds outside calling, the whisper of the ventilation system, and felt the faint breeze upon his skin. He also felt Teyla sitting across from him as a pulsing form of energy. This confirmed how unsettled she was by everything that had happened.
He extended tendrils of thought towards her, testing her readiness to receive. The first few were gently rebuffed, but the next group was accepted. The slender threads made their way in, linking their minds more fully than had happened during the original bonding. Sifting through her memories, John had to stay in control and not allow himself to be drawn in. Before suggesting this, he’d talked to Carson and Carson told him that there were small protein markers that linked memories essentially acting as a timestamp. John looked for those markers on Teyla’s memories and, instinctively interpreting them, matched them to each other and placed them in the proper order. He then went back and used his own to fill in the blanks and cement the pieces together.
He was unaware of the passage of time while entranced and was surprised at how late it was when he opened his eyes. Looking across, John was happy to see that Teyla was surfacing as well. He groaned as he rose from the floor, his body stiff from staying motionless for five hours. He started to raise his arms over his head and stretch, but his shoulder twinged and reminded him that it would be a bad idea.
John left the room and headed for the kitchen. He knew she would come out of the trance when she was ready. He’d had a friend in college that was into meditation and she always ate after doing any kind of mental exercise. She said it was because it grounded you back into your body as well as replenishing the energy you’d used. At the time he’d humored her, but now, he realized just how right she’d been.
He reached the kitchen and stopped in surprise. Sitting on the table was a plate of sandwiches, a bag of roasted garlic and sea salt potato chips, a 2 liter bottle of Coke and a pitcher of tea. His headache chose that moment to try and reassert itself, so John headed to the bedroom where he took one of the pills Carson had left, then went back and ate. Teyla walked in just as he was starting his second sandwich and gracefully sat down at the table before digging into the food.
Hunger assuaged, his pace slowed so he could watch Teyla. They talked of recent events and of some of the things she had seen while roaming the city. He tried to hide it, but the longer she went without bringing up part of their relationship, the more anxious he was becoming as to whether the transfer worked.
When she finished, Teyla rose, gathered the dishes and took them into the kitchen. When she returned, she took John’s hand and pulled him to his feet. “Come, you are still supposed to be resting.” Reaching the bedroom, she pushed him down onto the bed.
John sat back up, or at least tried to. Teyla kept pushing him down. “What are you doing? I can rest on the lounger out on the balcony.”
Teyla tugged his shirt off and started on his pants. “Yes, you could. If you were going to be sleeping. I remembered an article in a magazine that Laura Cadman loaned to me. It mentioned … unusual remedies for certain ailments, including headaches.”
“What remedies?” John asked suspiciously.
“This one.” Teyla swung her leg across his lap and planted herself fully across his thighs before leaning forward to capture his lips with hers. John groaned in response as his lips parted to allow her tongue to slip in and dance with his own. He felt something else stirring down below and was suddenly glad that Teyla had unfastened his pants and peeled them back.
When she rose up to strip off her own clothes, he took advantage of the moment. He scooted onto the bed fully and tossed his pants and boxers off to one side.
Teyla tossed the last of her clothes aside, then stalked up the bed on her hands and knees. Straddling his legs, she allowed her nipples to skim along his flesh. Reaching his manhood, she leaned in and nuzzled his balls, licking and gently sucking on the hard pink globes. His moans spurred her on and her tongue edged lower to tease the tender spot just below them. Feeling it harden beneath her strokes, she clamped her lips around it and sucked. From the corner of her eye, she saw his cock jerk in response.
“Oh, Teyla!”
She pulled away from the sensitive bit of skin and licked her lips. A small, wicked smile graced her face as she shifted her focus to his shaft. Her tongue slipped out to tease the opening of his cock and circled it in a slow, wet curve. He moaned again as she caught the head of his erection with her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Teyla loved that she could reduce John to a quivering mass just by using her tongue. Her head bobbed and each time she went down her mouth slid a little lower along his velvet covered shaft. She cast her eyes forward to watch his reactions. John’s eyes were closed; his breathing was heavy and his fists were clenched in the sheets.
Teyla rose upwards, allowing John’s hard member to slide from her mouth slowly. She gave the head a last lick before allowing it to slip away. Easing forward, she planted light kisses along his lightly furred stomach. She could feel his body tremble in anticipation as she kissed her way up his chest. She reached his nipples and drew the first one into her mouth and then the other, licking, sucking and biting while rubbing her sex on his manhood until John cried out.
John reached for her and ran the palms of his hands along the curves of her golden globes, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples in just the right way to drive her wild. As the heat in her loins increased exponentially, Teyla allowed him his fun. He was trying to get her worked up to such an extent that the only way to quench the heat would be to sheathe his shaft inside her secret place.
Teyla decided to take pity on him and positioned her opening over the head of his shaft, shifting her hips a few times to tease John further before she pushed down on his manhood. His gasp was echoed by her own as his thick shaft entered her tight, wet sex. Raising her hips, she eased off him almost to the end before going back down. She thrust down further each time she rose until their bodies met. She leaned forward again and resumed her attack on his nipples as she slowly worked his cock. Eventually, Teyla’s growing desire became too large to contain any further and her gyrations increased until the smack of flesh and moans of passion filled the room. John’s breathing caught as his orgasm hit, and he let out a wordless shout as a stream of heat shot into her inner regions. His release triggered hers and she cried out as her body tightened around his shaft, causing him to thrust deeper and fill her further, which intensified her own orgasm. Finally, Teyla collapsed across John’s heaving chest totally spent and satiated.
John wrapped his arms around her, cradling her to his broad chest, her panting breaths stirring the hair on his chest. “Teyla, that was … incredible.” He smiled as she shifted just enough to gaze into his hazel eyes. “I guess we don’t have to worry about your memory anymore, right?”
Teyla raised her head and playfully flicked the end of her tongue on the tip of his nose. “No, we do not.”
“I’m just glad I won’t have to lie to Torren when Halling brings him home,” John said as Teyla eased off and headed to the bathroom. “Now we just have to deal with Larrin’s guy.”
Teyla sat on the side of the bed while John cleaned up. “Larrin can wait. Carson said for you to rest and relax today.”
John chuckled. “Somehow, I don’t think mind-blowing sex was what he had in mind.”
“It may not be, but it is relaxing and good for the body and mind.” They dressed, exchanging kisses and caresses each time they passed. Teyla helped John settle the sling for his arm once he finished dressing. “Now, you are going to lie on the balcony and rest while I meditate. Even though my memory is intact, I feel that I need to become … reacquainted with some of them.”
John ran his free hand through his hair. “Yeah, I can understand that.”
Under Teyla’s watchful eye, John settled on his lounger and soon slept. Teyla brought a pillow out to the balcony and watched him sleep while she traveled the paths of her mind.
John floated in the darkness. It was peaceful there. There were no decisions, no worries, and no stress. He felt movement, but it was at a distance and only intruded slightly on his darkness. An indeterminate time later, a light made its way past the walls of darkness, but it did not stay long either. After that there were voices, or what he thought were voices, but they didn’t make a dent in the darkness and soon went away. It was only when something else intruded that the darkness became stifling. It took a moment for him to identify it. When he finally did, it started him struggling towards wakefulness. It was guilt.
The darkness was so thick it almost had weight, but John eventually conquered it, cracking his eyes open as his reward. Peering through barely open eyes, John took in his surroundings. Still in Atlantis - check; headache from Hell - check; lying in dimly lit infirmary room - nope. Blinking furiously, he managed to open his eyes more and recognized where he was: his own bedroom … and he was not alone. Carson was seated on the edge of the bed and Teyla was perched cross-legged by his head.
“Wha…?” His question was cut off by a cough.
“Easy, lad,” Carson crooned as he lifted John’s head for a drink of water. “When Teyla called, I thought perhaps another o’ Larrin’s crew had caught up with you. I was relieved to find that you were injured due to an accident.” He reached over and took hold of John’s wrist to check his pulse. “Now, how’re ye feelin’?”
John opened his mouth to proclaim his usual when Carson shot him a hairy eyeball. “Now, afore ye say anythin’, be warned that ’I’m fine’ is not an acceptable answer unless yer tellin’ me that you’re funny, insane, neurotic and emotional.”
A quirky smile lit John’s face as he looked at the doc. “Well, that fits, but I was gonna say that I have a headache.”
Carson put one hand to his chest in shock as the other reached for a pre-filled syringe. “Lord, have Mercy. John Sheppard actually told the truth about his condition. Shall wonders never cease?”
John’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t push it, Carson.”
Carson chuckled. “Aye, lad. I’m just enjoyin’ this side of you.” He tucked the now empty syringe away and held up a small brown plastic bottle. “You ought to be feelin’ better soon. Take two of these if yer headache isn’t better in eight hours. Now, I want you on bed rest for the rest of the day.” John started to protest but Carson held up a hand. “I didna have to put any stitches in yer hard noggin, but you do have a nasty lump on your temple. Teyla is going to take care of you and you are going to do as she says otherwise I’ll be pulling out the big needles for yer next inoculations.”
John raised his right arm in salute. “Yes sir.”
Carson just shook his head and chuckled as he gathered his things. “Cheeky rascal. You just remember what I said, you hear me?”
John nodded cautiously. “I gotcha, doc, and thanks for the house call.”
Carson patted him gently on the leg. “Get some rest and call if the headache gets worse.” He waved at the pair as he slipped out, the door closing with a soft whisper.
John wiggled a bit to get more comfortable before looking up at Teyla. “I’m s-“
The rest of what he planned to say was blocked by a set of slender fingers. “Do not apologize, John Sheppard. This is not your fault and I will not allow you to take the blame for it upon yourself.” She sighed then moved her hand from his lips to his hair. “It is my fault you were injured again. When you informed me that I am with child,” her other hand shifted to caress her still flat stomach, “it surprised me and I turned without realizing how close you were standing.”
John shook his head. “I shouldn’t have been standing that close. I knew it would be a shock for you and didn’t think to move first.”
Teyla stopped threading her fingers through his hair. “Then we shall agree that we are both at fault and leave it at that.”
A soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I can agree to that.”
Teyla shifted slightly, moving nearer to his head. “Now, I believe Carson said that you should rest.”
“He did, but,” he moved his head a fraction to look at her, “the shot he gave me only took the edge off and my head still hurts.”
“Then I shall try something Charin used to do for me.” She had him move so she could sit behind his head. Reaching down, she gently worked the fingers of both hands through his soft, thick hair until she reached his scalp. His eyes closed as her fingers started working through his hair. She moved them in small, soothing circles along his scalp. At first he made no sound, and then she noticed a soft hum drifting up to her ears. A pleased smile lit her face as she massaged his scalp. After a time, she noticed the humming had ceased. It had been replaced with the soft breath sounds of a deep sleep.
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John felt much better the following day, although the headache still plagued him a bit. He fixed a late breakfast for him and Teyla so they wouldn’t have to deal with the questions in the mess hall. While eating, John realized that, with as much of her memory as Teyla had regained, he had the means to help her put them into perspective and to fill in the blanks.
While he was cleaning up, Teyla drifted through the suite. Sometimes she would stop, pick up an item, examine it, and then put it back down. Other times, she would pick up an item and stand frozen, the item clutched in stiff hands. Each time that happened, John tensed with worry. He finished cleaning the kitchen as Teyla finished her examination of a carved statue they were gifted with on Melora. He intercepted her before she could move on to another item.
“Teyla, I know how to restore the rest of your memory.” John said.
Teyla paused at his words. She looked up at his face into his eyes. The green was prevalent today, the brown and gold serving as accents. “How?”
“By joining your mind to mine,” he replied. “Then I can help you put your memories into order and fill in the missing pieces.”
“How would we do this … joining?”
“Through the shareen bond that we share. You may not remember it, but we formed the bond on the planet we call Timbre.” His face flushed in remembrance. “We talked about how much we love each other and you asked me to marry you. It was also the first time we made love.”
The existence of the bond solved a mystery for Teyla. Since she had first awakened after the accident, she had felt a connection to John. The shareen bond explained it perfectly.
John took her hand and guided her to the room they had set up for meditation. With so much room in the tower, it made sense for them to use it. The room was comfortably appointed in warm earth tones with a scattering of objects that could be used as focal points. He led Teyla to the center of the room where two soft floor pillows waited. She settled on one while he eased onto the other after removing the sling from his left arm.
“Now, I need you to enter a light trance state. Once you reach it, I can reach out to you and help you.”
“When did you learn this? I have searched the memories I have and they show you to be a poor student when it comes to meditation.”
John chuckled. “Not that poor. I don’t do meditation as an exercise by itself. I prefer to use it to stay focused instead of blocking out everything.”
“Ah,” she said. “That makes sense.”
Teyla closed her eyes and started down the path to inner stillness and the trance state that John said she would need.
John closed his eyes and reached for his core. This would be a lot harder than reaching out to talk to Teyla through the bond. As he went deeper, his awareness of his surroundings grew. He heard the birds outside calling, the whisper of the ventilation system, and felt the faint breeze upon his skin. He also felt Teyla sitting across from him as a pulsing form of energy. This confirmed how unsettled she was by everything that had happened.
He extended tendrils of thought towards her, testing her readiness to receive. The first few were gently rebuffed, but the next group was accepted. The slender threads made their way in, linking their minds more fully than had happened during the original bonding. Sifting through her memories, John had to stay in control and not allow himself to be drawn in. Before suggesting this, he’d talked to Carson and Carson told him that there were small protein markers that linked memories essentially acting as a timestamp. John looked for those markers on Teyla’s memories and, instinctively interpreting them, matched them to each other and placed them in the proper order. He then went back and used his own to fill in the blanks and cement the pieces together.
He was unaware of the passage of time while entranced and was surprised at how late it was when he opened his eyes. Looking across, John was happy to see that Teyla was surfacing as well. He groaned as he rose from the floor, his body stiff from staying motionless for five hours. He started to raise his arms over his head and stretch, but his shoulder twinged and reminded him that it would be a bad idea.
John left the room and headed for the kitchen. He knew she would come out of the trance when she was ready. He’d had a friend in college that was into meditation and she always ate after doing any kind of mental exercise. She said it was because it grounded you back into your body as well as replenishing the energy you’d used. At the time he’d humored her, but now, he realized just how right she’d been.
He reached the kitchen and stopped in surprise. Sitting on the table was a plate of sandwiches, a bag of roasted garlic and sea salt potato chips, a 2 liter bottle of Coke and a pitcher of tea. His headache chose that moment to try and reassert itself, so John headed to the bedroom where he took one of the pills Carson had left, then went back and ate. Teyla walked in just as he was starting his second sandwich and gracefully sat down at the table before digging into the food.
Hunger assuaged, his pace slowed so he could watch Teyla. They talked of recent events and of some of the things she had seen while roaming the city. He tried to hide it, but the longer she went without bringing up part of their relationship, the more anxious he was becoming as to whether the transfer worked.
When she finished, Teyla rose, gathered the dishes and took them into the kitchen. When she returned, she took John’s hand and pulled him to his feet. “Come, you are still supposed to be resting.” Reaching the bedroom, she pushed him down onto the bed.
John sat back up, or at least tried to. Teyla kept pushing him down. “What are you doing? I can rest on the lounger out on the balcony.”
Teyla tugged his shirt off and started on his pants. “Yes, you could. If you were going to be sleeping. I remembered an article in a magazine that Laura Cadman loaned to me. It mentioned … unusual remedies for certain ailments, including headaches.”
“What remedies?” John asked suspiciously.
“This one.” Teyla swung her leg across his lap and planted herself fully across his thighs before leaning forward to capture his lips with hers. John groaned in response as his lips parted to allow her tongue to slip in and dance with his own. He felt something else stirring down below and was suddenly glad that Teyla had unfastened his pants and peeled them back.
When she rose up to strip off her own clothes, he took advantage of the moment. He scooted onto the bed fully and tossed his pants and boxers off to one side.
Teyla tossed the last of her clothes aside, then stalked up the bed on her hands and knees. Straddling his legs, she allowed her nipples to skim along his flesh. Reaching his manhood, she leaned in and nuzzled his balls, licking and gently sucking on the hard pink globes. His moans spurred her on and her tongue edged lower to tease the tender spot just below them. Feeling it harden beneath her strokes, she clamped her lips around it and sucked. From the corner of her eye, she saw his cock jerk in response.
“Oh, Teyla!”
She pulled away from the sensitive bit of skin and licked her lips. A small, wicked smile graced her face as she shifted her focus to his shaft. Her tongue slipped out to tease the opening of his cock and circled it in a slow, wet curve. He moaned again as she caught the head of his erection with her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Teyla loved that she could reduce John to a quivering mass just by using her tongue. Her head bobbed and each time she went down her mouth slid a little lower along his velvet covered shaft. She cast her eyes forward to watch his reactions. John’s eyes were closed; his breathing was heavy and his fists were clenched in the sheets.
Teyla rose upwards, allowing John’s hard member to slide from her mouth slowly. She gave the head a last lick before allowing it to slip away. Easing forward, she planted light kisses along his lightly furred stomach. She could feel his body tremble in anticipation as she kissed her way up his chest. She reached his nipples and drew the first one into her mouth and then the other, licking, sucking and biting while rubbing her sex on his manhood until John cried out.
John reached for her and ran the palms of his hands along the curves of her golden globes, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples in just the right way to drive her wild. As the heat in her loins increased exponentially, Teyla allowed him his fun. He was trying to get her worked up to such an extent that the only way to quench the heat would be to sheathe his shaft inside her secret place.
Teyla decided to take pity on him and positioned her opening over the head of his shaft, shifting her hips a few times to tease John further before she pushed down on his manhood. His gasp was echoed by her own as his thick shaft entered her tight, wet sex. Raising her hips, she eased off him almost to the end before going back down. She thrust down further each time she rose until their bodies met. She leaned forward again and resumed her attack on his nipples as she slowly worked his cock. Eventually, Teyla’s growing desire became too large to contain any further and her gyrations increased until the smack of flesh and moans of passion filled the room. John’s breathing caught as his orgasm hit, and he let out a wordless shout as a stream of heat shot into her inner regions. His release triggered hers and she cried out as her body tightened around his shaft, causing him to thrust deeper and fill her further, which intensified her own orgasm. Finally, Teyla collapsed across John’s heaving chest totally spent and satiated.
John wrapped his arms around her, cradling her to his broad chest, her panting breaths stirring the hair on his chest. “Teyla, that was … incredible.” He smiled as she shifted just enough to gaze into his hazel eyes. “I guess we don’t have to worry about your memory anymore, right?”
Teyla raised her head and playfully flicked the end of her tongue on the tip of his nose. “No, we do not.”
“I’m just glad I won’t have to lie to Torren when Halling brings him home,” John said as Teyla eased off and headed to the bathroom. “Now we just have to deal with Larrin’s guy.”
Teyla sat on the side of the bed while John cleaned up. “Larrin can wait. Carson said for you to rest and relax today.”
John chuckled. “Somehow, I don’t think mind-blowing sex was what he had in mind.”
“It may not be, but it is relaxing and good for the body and mind.” They dressed, exchanging kisses and caresses each time they passed. Teyla helped John settle the sling for his arm once he finished dressing. “Now, you are going to lie on the balcony and rest while I meditate. Even though my memory is intact, I feel that I need to become … reacquainted with some of them.”
John ran his free hand through his hair. “Yeah, I can understand that.”
Under Teyla’s watchful eye, John settled on his lounger and soon slept. Teyla brought a pillow out to the balcony and watched him sleep while she traveled the paths of her mind.