Fic: "Gift" (Stargate Atlantis, Teyla/John: closets - careful, they might hear you)
Title: Gift
Author/Artist:
iheartkeys &
kepp0xy
Rating: 14A - for sexual situations
Warnings: none
Summary: Teyla and John are interrupted, John finds something of interest in Teyla's closet.
Author's Note: For the September 23 prompt: Stargate Atlantis, Teyla/John: closets - careful, they might hear you.
John deepened the kiss as her hands manuevered their way down his uniform, undoing each button with practice and discarding the garment haphazardly on her bedroom floor. He groaned and pulled her close to him when her hand fluttered across his abdominal muscles, his hands pulling her team uniform off.
"How much time do we have again before the meeting resumes?" he asked, pulling back for a second.
"Twenty minutes?" Teyla answered, staring up at him with that look.
He shook his head slightly. "You have to stop staring at me like that during the meeting," he whispered hoarsely, a hand moving up to cradle the back of her neck. She twisted her head to kiss him on the inside of his wrist as she undid the button on his pants. John swallowed hard before continuing, "... too distracting." He was about to lower his lips to her exposed neck when the door chimed.
Teyla looked at the door before turning back to John, her eyes questioning. He shrugged in response and eyed the door warily, stooping to pick up his shirt. Just in time too, as the door started to open. Teyla immediately pushed him into the closest opening in a panic, hastily closing the doors.
"Teyla? I hope I'm not interrupting anything-"
"Ronon!" Teyla greeted as John mocked slamming his head into the closed door. Why didn't they lock the door?
"Uh, hey," came Ronon's muted response. John sighed and peered around him. It was dark, and actually kind of chilly. He pulled his shirt back on, his elbow bumping into the door and making a loud thump. He winced as the conversation on the other side of the door stopped. Shh, John, he told himself as he stood motionless with his arm held out awkwardly, half clothed.
"What-"
"It was probably the ... staff I was just practicing with. I was restless. Because of the meeting," Teyla interrupted awkwardly.
"Oh. Well..." Ronon continued, picking up the conversation from before.
It was a good lie though, John admitted, nodding to himself. Shirt finally on and eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, he leaned against the wall, careful not to bump into her bantos sticks lying next to his boots. It was interesting, being in here. How many movies had erotically charged teenage boys fantasizing about their crush's closets? There were several sets of uniforms hanging next to his head, the velcro patches scratching his left cheek; candles, new and half-melted, lined the top shelf; her gym bag along with several wooden staff weapons sat leaning against the wall opposite him; and just behind that was a box that looked like a ten panel cube, like that game... Damnit, what the hell was it called? John shook his head. Well, whatever it is, the science team would love to get their hands on that... I wonder where she got it from...
John sighed and started singing under his breath. Scooby dooby do...
"... seen Sheppard?"
He froze and put an ear to the closet door.
"No, I haven't," Teyla was saying, her voice unwavering. "I think he said something about taking a run around Atlantis. He, too, was restless."
John stifled a snort. Running, no. Restless? He looked down at his pants- hell yes.
"All right. Look, I'm going to get a snack from the mess before heading back into the briefing room. Would you-"
"I'll meet you there. I think I'm going to meditate for-" There was a pause before she continued. "For the last fifteen minutes."
John raised an eyebrow. He could've sworn they talked for longer.
There was a short pause before Ronon replied. "Okay, see you."
"Good-bye, Ronon." John heard the doors slide shut and a few fast thuds before her closet doors flew open and her mouth was on his, her hands tugging on his arms to pull him from inside the closet.
"Whoa!" he chuckled between kisses. "I know we only have fifteen minutes, but--
"Is there a reason we should delay further?" she asked him, pulling away.
He raised the weird cube thing curiously. "Just wondering what this is?" Sex in general was great, sex with Teyla was even better, but sometimes curiosity just nagged at him. Plus, her reaction - eyes widening, a bit of a blush entering her cheeks - piqued his interest all the more. Teyla wasn't usually the type to get flustered, or be rendered silent. He raised an eyebrow at her continued silence. "Is it a game?" he prompted.
He watched her swallow, hands paused above his arms. She shrugged, and said airily, "in a way, yes."
He really didn't understand her initial reaction if it was just a game, but whatever. "I knew it! It's like, uh, one of those cubes..."
Teyla simply looked at him sceptically.
"You know," he said encouragingly, though at the same time wondering why they were still having this conversation. Now he knew it was a game, who cared about the details anyway? "A rubix cube!" At her bewildered expression, he elaborated. "You know, that puzzle game, Zelenka and Mallozzi are always having those races to see who can align the multicoloured panels--
"Oh!" Teyla responded, her face unclouding. Seemingly satisfied, her hands moved along his arms again, and she raised herself to her toes.
He dipped his head to kiss her lightly, murmured, "yeah!" And was about to drop it when she said--
"No."
"Huh?" he asked, slightly distraught, pulling away again. No, what?
Teyla's facial expression was smooth, though her eyes still burned. "The 'game' is inside the box," she continued, and he saw the corners of her lips twitch.
"Inside..?" he asked, opening it up. Inside was just a jumble of what appeared to be leather straps. "Oh. Oh. I see."
Teyla regarded him serenely, though that slightly-amused look was still on her face. "Do you?" she asked, as though she expected a different reaction if he really did understand.
John shook his head. "No, actually, I don't see." He tugged on one of the straps, pulling the contraption out as Teyla took the box and laid it carefully on a side table. "All right. What does this do?"
Teyla tilted her head to the side, her expression one of sultry persuasion as she glanced at his watch. Then one of her fingers slipped into a belt loop on his pants, giving a tug that sent a thrill running across his skin, while her other hand took careful hold of the leather thing and she stepped backwards, pulling him along, towards the bed. "I will show you."
Author/Artist:
iheartkeys &
kepp0xy
Rating: 14A - for sexual situations
Warnings: none
Summary: Teyla and John are interrupted, John finds something of interest in Teyla's closet.
Author's Note: For the September 23 prompt: Stargate Atlantis, Teyla/John: closets - careful, they might hear you.
John deepened the kiss as her hands manuevered their way down his uniform, undoing each button with practice and discarding the garment haphazardly on her bedroom floor. He groaned and pulled her close to him when her hand fluttered across his abdominal muscles, his hands pulling her team uniform off.
"How much time do we have again before the meeting resumes?" he asked, pulling back for a second.
"Twenty minutes?" Teyla answered, staring up at him with that look.
He shook his head slightly. "You have to stop staring at me like that during the meeting," he whispered hoarsely, a hand moving up to cradle the back of her neck. She twisted her head to kiss him on the inside of his wrist as she undid the button on his pants. John swallowed hard before continuing, "... too distracting." He was about to lower his lips to her exposed neck when the door chimed.
Teyla looked at the door before turning back to John, her eyes questioning. He shrugged in response and eyed the door warily, stooping to pick up his shirt. Just in time too, as the door started to open. Teyla immediately pushed him into the closest opening in a panic, hastily closing the doors.
"Teyla? I hope I'm not interrupting anything-"
"Ronon!" Teyla greeted as John mocked slamming his head into the closed door. Why didn't they lock the door?
"Uh, hey," came Ronon's muted response. John sighed and peered around him. It was dark, and actually kind of chilly. He pulled his shirt back on, his elbow bumping into the door and making a loud thump. He winced as the conversation on the other side of the door stopped. Shh, John, he told himself as he stood motionless with his arm held out awkwardly, half clothed.
"What-"
"It was probably the ... staff I was just practicing with. I was restless. Because of the meeting," Teyla interrupted awkwardly.
"Oh. Well..." Ronon continued, picking up the conversation from before.
It was a good lie though, John admitted, nodding to himself. Shirt finally on and eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, he leaned against the wall, careful not to bump into her bantos sticks lying next to his boots. It was interesting, being in here. How many movies had erotically charged teenage boys fantasizing about their crush's closets? There were several sets of uniforms hanging next to his head, the velcro patches scratching his left cheek; candles, new and half-melted, lined the top shelf; her gym bag along with several wooden staff weapons sat leaning against the wall opposite him; and just behind that was a box that looked like a ten panel cube, like that game... Damnit, what the hell was it called? John shook his head. Well, whatever it is, the science team would love to get their hands on that... I wonder where she got it from...
John sighed and started singing under his breath. Scooby dooby do...
"... seen Sheppard?"
He froze and put an ear to the closet door.
"No, I haven't," Teyla was saying, her voice unwavering. "I think he said something about taking a run around Atlantis. He, too, was restless."
John stifled a snort. Running, no. Restless? He looked down at his pants- hell yes.
"All right. Look, I'm going to get a snack from the mess before heading back into the briefing room. Would you-"
"I'll meet you there. I think I'm going to meditate for-" There was a pause before she continued. "For the last fifteen minutes."
John raised an eyebrow. He could've sworn they talked for longer.
There was a short pause before Ronon replied. "Okay, see you."
"Good-bye, Ronon." John heard the doors slide shut and a few fast thuds before her closet doors flew open and her mouth was on his, her hands tugging on his arms to pull him from inside the closet.
"Whoa!" he chuckled between kisses. "I know we only have fifteen minutes, but--
"Is there a reason we should delay further?" she asked him, pulling away.
He raised the weird cube thing curiously. "Just wondering what this is?" Sex in general was great, sex with Teyla was even better, but sometimes curiosity just nagged at him. Plus, her reaction - eyes widening, a bit of a blush entering her cheeks - piqued his interest all the more. Teyla wasn't usually the type to get flustered, or be rendered silent. He raised an eyebrow at her continued silence. "Is it a game?" he prompted.
He watched her swallow, hands paused above his arms. She shrugged, and said airily, "in a way, yes."
He really didn't understand her initial reaction if it was just a game, but whatever. "I knew it! It's like, uh, one of those cubes..."
Teyla simply looked at him sceptically.
"You know," he said encouragingly, though at the same time wondering why they were still having this conversation. Now he knew it was a game, who cared about the details anyway? "A rubix cube!" At her bewildered expression, he elaborated. "You know, that puzzle game, Zelenka and Mallozzi are always having those races to see who can align the multicoloured panels--
"Oh!" Teyla responded, her face unclouding. Seemingly satisfied, her hands moved along his arms again, and she raised herself to her toes.
He dipped his head to kiss her lightly, murmured, "yeah!" And was about to drop it when she said--
"No."
"Huh?" he asked, slightly distraught, pulling away again. No, what?
Teyla's facial expression was smooth, though her eyes still burned. "The 'game' is inside the box," she continued, and he saw the corners of her lips twitch.
"Inside..?" he asked, opening it up. Inside was just a jumble of what appeared to be leather straps. "Oh. Oh. I see."
Teyla regarded him serenely, though that slightly-amused look was still on her face. "Do you?" she asked, as though she expected a different reaction if he really did understand.
John shook his head. "No, actually, I don't see." He tugged on one of the straps, pulling the contraption out as Teyla took the box and laid it carefully on a side table. "All right. What does this do?"
Teyla tilted her head to the side, her expression one of sultry persuasion as she glanced at his watch. Then one of her fingers slipped into a belt loop on his pants, giving a tug that sent a thrill running across his skin, while her other hand took careful hold of the leather thing and she stepped backwards, pulling him along, towards the bed. "I will show you."