OOM: Room 999, John and Teyla

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John's room at Milliways looks like the office of an extremely eccentric professor of the occult. There's an old heavy wooden desk, and a small sofa in front of an even smaller iron fireplace grate.  The walls are lined with shelves and glass-door cupboards filled with old books and strange artifacts, and more books are spilling onto the desk, the

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Teyla steps into the room and takes a quick glance around. She smiles a little to herself. It's very much as she would have imagined.

Of course, the significance of many of the objects she sees is completely lost on her, but the atmosphere feels very much like John.

She turns to him with a playful smile. "It is very...lived in."

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John smiles wryly and says, "You should have seen it before I cleaned it up." It sounds like the punchline of a joke she's not in on. A joke on John himself.

But it's no joke when he closes the door behind them, pushes her up against the wall and kisses her, deep and dirty.

[childofathos]

Teyla smiles into the kiss and returns it eagerly. Her hand slides up behind John's neck and her fingers tangle into the hair at the base of his skull.

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When John breaks the kiss he keeps her pinned against the wall. He licks up her neck and murmurs into her ear, "Only one rule, but it's a dealbreaker. No body fluids. No blood, no cum. Sweat and spit are all right. Got me?"

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Teyla moans softly, fingers still in his hair. She flicks her tongue against his ear. "Yes," she breathes. "Yes, fine."

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"Brilliant," John mumbles as he licks his way across her jaw to suck on her lower lip. When she moans, he pushes her legs apart with one of his own and grinds his thigh up against her groin.

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Teyla rocks against his thigh, pushing his coat off his shoulders. She nips at his lip and drags her fingers down John's chest.

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John shrugs out of his coat and jacket and lets them fall to the floor, kicking them aside. He gives her a smacker of a kiss and laughs, "Come on then." With one arm around her waist and the other hand grabbing a nice handful of her firm arse, he starts pushing her toward the bed.

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Teyla laughs as well, letting him lead her to the bed. She tilts her head up to kiss under his jaw and wraps his tie around her hand.

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When she tugs his tie, John growls and wiggles his eyebrows. He topples them backward on the bed so Teyla lands on top of him and he can run his hands up and down her back, feeling strong muscles under the soft skin, and kneading his fingers into her arse. "You have a bloody brilliant arse," he groans.

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Teyla laughs again. "Thank you," she murmurs, straddling his hips. She leans down and kisses him hard, letting go of his tie to work on the buttons of his shirt.

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John humps up against her and starts working at the fastenings of her clothes.

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Teyla's clothing fastens mostly by lacing up the back. Once John's shirt is unbuttoned, she sits back up to attempt loosening his tie.

She's not terribly familiar with ties, and she gives up for the moment, using it as leverage instead, pulling John up for another kiss.

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John lets her, supporting himself up on his elbows as he arches up into the kiss. He kicks off his shoes and toes off his socks. And when she leans down closer to him, he grabs her and rolls them both over so he covers her. He runs his hands up under her top and rolls the palms of his hands over her tits.

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Teyla arches to his hands, moaning softly and wrapping her legs around his waist.

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(Narration has no image of what Teyla's wearing, and as such, is going to wing it.)

John rears back, grabs Teyla's waistband and yanks her clothes down over her hips. He pulls his tie off over his head and starts working at his belt and the fly of his trousers.