Complete (Janet/Teal'c)(NC-17)
Because I seem to have this masochistic streak a mile wide, I asked her to prompt me again. I'm starting to think it's a bad idea.
TITLE: Complete
AUTHOR: Divine Joker
PAIRING: Janet/ Teal’c… damn you Tricia.
RATING: Adult… damn you, Tricia - again. No kids, please.
SPOILERS: Post-Changeling/Pre-Orpheus… however, if this had actually happened, Orpheus would not have.
DISCLAIMER: Still not mine.
SUMMARY: She could only smirk and shake her head at him. “Honestly, Teal’c. This is me.”
A/N: Never again do I volunteer to have Tricia prompt me for fic. You hear that? NEVER. Not beta’d, but it’s clean, I think. Grammatically. It’s clean grammatically.
[start]
Doctor Janet Frasier had seen plenty of men lose themselves after serious injury. Military lives ended abruptly with the loss of a limb, the shattering of psyche or even the growth - or loss - of a family. Losing a part of oneself in a situation that called for nothing less than complete sacrifice still left a lot of people feeling cheated.
She had hoped for more from Teal’c. She’d seen his determination, seen his need to finish his goal - defeat of the Goa’uld. She had dreamed that being free of his symbiote would have allowed that to blossom into something even more; instead he reacted as she’d seen men do with the loss of an entire leg or those who found themselves paralyzed in their accident.
Janet knew that he was not unfamiliar with sacrifice. There were few who didn’t know that he’d left his wife and son to join their battle, and not a single man or woman on base wasn’t grateful to him for it.
Sitting at the open desk in the testing room, she watched him openly as he sat on the bed waiting for her to return. Though he was easily twice her size, he had slipped into the mind of a stubborn child with the loss of his symbiote. He had pushed so hard to gain his strength back, fought both physical atrophy and mental barriers to come up as just the same man that he had always been.
But not.
He couldn’t find himself, she saw. Watching him regard the passing nurses with little interest, Janet noticed that there wasn’t any simple greetings; he even refused to tip his head in his normal silent greeting.
From fifteen feet away from him, she could see that even though he was still in his physical prime, he felt little like the man that she had always found him to be.
Sighing, she stood and tucked the folder under her arm as she moved towards him.
“Come on,” she waved him off of the bed and he followed willingly and silently.
She talked as they walked.
“You’re perfectly healthy, Teal’c. Your move onto Tretonin has no side effects other than needing to inject yourself on a schedule.” Idly flipping open her folder on the pretense of looking at something, she caught the flexing of his arm as he silently received her news. “You’re still able to lift nearly twice as much weight as the next person on base, run further than anyone else, and still, you’re able to pack away as much food as the rest of the team combined.” she added playfully, hoping that he’d show some kind of response to her jest.
They stepped into an elevator and, thankfully alone, she turned to him.
“Something’s not right, Teal’c.” she stated.
His jaw clenched and she sighed, turning back to the front of the elevator in frustration. She clasped the folder before her and finished the rest of the ride in silence.
As soon as the doors released, he knew where they were heading and moved silently before her, his hands clasped tightly behind him. She could see that he had shortened his steps, but she still found herself picking up her pace to keep with him. Once they made it to his quarters, she didn’t want him to have the opportunity to dismiss her quickly.
Janet had known that he would try and push her out of his quarters as soon as she saw him to the door and at the last second, in a move that normally would have brought a smile of pride to his face, she reached his door first and opened it, preceding him into his room.
He stood frozen just over the threshold, too chivalrous to straight order her out, her crossed his arms and stared at her.
She could only smirk and shake her head at him. “Honestly, Teal’c. This is me.”
Still only half his size, she was childishly pleased to know that she could beat him at a staring contest.
He sighed as much as she’d ever seen him sigh and moved further into the room, closing the door behind him.
She nodded and started softly, “Now, I know that Jaffa aren’t to prone to talking about what they’re feeling, but Teal’c, I can see that it’s affecting you.”
Silently he moved around the room and started lighting the many candles out of habit; a ritual needed to keep his symbiote alive.
Something he no longer had.
Halfway around the room, he realized his actions and froze, glancing over his shoulder at Janet still standing there and watching him. She could see that he seemed to be debating with himself and she was wondering as to whether or not he would continue with the candles or admit to both himself and Janet that there was something wrong with never having to light candles for kel’no’reem again.
“Teal’c,” she whispered.
His head bowed silently and he put aside his match, turning to look at the ambient glow of the candle he had lit.
“I feel less than whole,” he said succinctly.
For a man like Teal’c, who had always been of few words, it seemed to fit him perfectly to explain himself.
“There are times that I think that no one sees me as the man that I used to be.”
“Because you’re not,” she responded, taking a seat on his bed and watching stand in the flickering shadows. “That you’re standing here, living a life defined by Tretonin instead of a symbiote, I see you as a victor over another aspect of Goa’uld tyranny.”
She could see him pause as he took in her view, but there was still something bothering him. He took a deep breath and added, “I have always been seen as a warrior and leader among the Jaffa, there is part of me that believes that since I no long possess a symbiote I am less than a Jaffa… Less of a man to my people.”
“When you’ve done more than most of them put together?” She stood and stepped up to him, her small hand resting on his forearm as she continued. “Teal’c, why you lost the symbiote is because of the same reason you’ve been fighting this war for so long. Keeping Bra’tac alive, keeping both of yourselves alive was nothing short of the man that you’ve always been… always will be. Losing your symbiote isn’t going to change who you are inside.” She could feel her frustration growing at the stubborn nature of the man before her.
After a long moment, he tipped his head to look down at her instead of the wall behind her. Everything that she believed him to be she showed him through her look and he paused in his breathing to take it in.
After a long moment, Janet withdrew her hand and sighed. There was nothing to be done for it tonight anymore. She was tired and he was stubborn, so she could only give him his space to think about the words that she’d said.
She patted his arm gently and with a final look at him, turned to the door. Hand on the knob, she suddenly turned to him.
“For what it’s worth, Teal’c, you aren’t any less of a man for losing your symbiote. You’re one of the most complete men that I’ve ever come across.”
And then she left him in the dark, slipping the door silently closed.
***
Two days later found Janet sitting in her office looking over Teal’c lab results again. It was exactly the same as it had been when she had escorted him to his quarters. Still strong, still healthy… still the same man.
She hadn’t had an opportunity to see him since then, but she knew that she’d have to clear him for duty by the end of the week. She just hoped that she could break through his emotional trauma before she was forced to play that card.
There was a knock on her door and she bid them to enter.
Teal’c stepped into the room and silently closed the door behind him. Immediately upon recognizing him as her visitor, Janet stood and moved to the front of her desk, leaning against it as he stood quietly before her.
“I would like to thank you, Dr. Frasier.” he said simply, tipping his head in consideration.
“Teal’c, really, you don’t need to.”
He paused for a moment and then said, “There were things that I was thinking on that night that I did not say. It seemed that you were able to tell me about them anyway.” he looked at her piercingly for a long moment and Janet could feel the intensity of his stare falling down through her body.
Suddenly she became aware of something that had remained dormant in her for the last six years. Teal’c was a very large, very intimidating man when he was focused on something. And utterly irresistible when he was focused on her.
Like he was now.
Her body reacted willingly to the picture that he presented to her, standing alone in her office and intent on her. Physically primed to his presence, Janet took a deep steadying breath and tried to keep the tell-tale signs of her arousal from spreading to her skin.
Abruptly, his entire posture changed. His broad shoulders relaxed, his arms swung gently at his side as he took a long step closer to her.
As he came nearer to her, she felt her heart respond and skip a beat before dropping into her stomach and melting through her entire system in fiery heat. Against her will, her eyes slipped closed and she tried to reign in her breathing, only catching his scent as she did so. Again, her body bloomed arousal from the pit of her stomach.
Before she could form a word to stop his progress towards her, she felt a hot finger trace the line of her chin, jaw and neck. When it stopped its journey, her eyes flashed open and caught him staring at the path that his finger was following. He didn’t seem to see that she was watching him explore her; either that or he didn’t seem to care.
Looking up at him as the spread of his hand joined his finger, she caught the darkness of his eyes deepen as he watched her.
She idly wondered when sanity would come back, and hoped that it never would.
He kissed her then, tentatively and most unlike his normally confident self. She leapt into the caress with abandon, kept him against her as she found herself joyfully living in his touch. Janet had never figured herself to have ever kissed Teal’c, but with the fire that was licking at every nerve ending on her body, she suddenly wondered why not?
Seeming to find that she was willingly returning the kiss, Teal’c pulled her tight against him and she could feel the huge span of his hands circling her waist, burning patterns of desire as his grip shifted up along her back and then down again. She shuddered uncontrollably and sighed into his mouth just before he kissed his way along her jaw line.
Changing from the soft spoken, worried man, Teal’c was suddenly aggressive, his fingers tightened about her for a short second before finally lifting and removing her lab coat. the stiffly ironed cotton ruffled to the floor and the following seconds resounded with a heavy sigh as her own hands found their way under his shirt.
She was losing control of herself. She was becoming someone different; someone that she didn’t know she could be. It was brought to life only by the fire of his presence. She was surrendering to his touch and allowing everything to be done to her. He seemed to know everything about her that was sensitive, that would draw out the moans that he was looking for. All too soon she was having trouble maintaining an upright position as his fingers were caressing her naked chest and his tongue splendidly following their course.
Seeming to find himself as they kept kissing, Teal’c crowded her against her desk. He easily set her on it and with hot fingers drew the zipper of her skirt down before dragging the rest of her clothing along with it.
She momentarily came back to herself with the chill of the room brushing against her flushed skin. Totally bare before him, she had a second to configure a word on her lips before her was kneeling before her and kissing her a much more intimate manner than the caresses that he had graced her with only moments before. Anything that may have been coherent in her mind shattered with the rest of her body under the skilled movement of his lips and tongue.
As she coalesced, her breathing ragged and her knuckles sore from gripping the edge of the desk, part of her still shook - not from pleasure but from stark terror.
How was it that he could do that so easily?
She shouldn’t have been all that surprised to find herself so effortlessly manipulated be the large man. She hadn’t been lying what she told him what she had the other night. His usual self-confidence and demeanor would draw the eye of any woman in any room.
She had to admit that there was more to it than that. She had always been drawn to him. Maybe it was his loneliness surrounded by friends. Maybe it was his constant respect for every creed and colour. Maybe it was because she had never really met a man who was anything remotely like him.
In any case, when she opened her eyes now and looked up at him, his shirt ruffled at his waist from where she had pulled it free, she could see his hesitance now that some of the heat of the moment had passed. In that split moment, before she moved, she knew that there was little in this world that she desired more than having him with her.
Her fingers hastily tugged him close to her, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist and holding him to her. Her small doctors fingers undid the buttons on his pants and lower the zipper before swiftly sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head. He didn’t actively participate, but showed no reluctance in her actions to his body. When she finally took a short moment to trace her fingers down the defined lines of his chest, she caught the slight hitch of his breath and twitch of his muscles under her passing touch.
Any hesitancy she may have had before beginning her exploration dissipated with the harsh grasp of his hand around her wrist, halting her movement. Narrowing her eyes, she looked up to him and grimaced in determination. Her free hand grasped his erection and saw everything about him freeze at her touch.
Daringly, she broke eye contact and looked to where she was holding him, feeling her arousal bloom again at the sight of him. Her fingers tightened about him and a low growl crept from his throat, but she didn’t pause in her movements. Her fingertips traveled to the tip of his erection, circled once and then returned back down, only to repeat.
She was allowed only a few more journeys before the growl turned into a warning for her to stop.
Without further notice, Teal’c gripped both of her hands, pinned her backwards onto her desk and pushed into her.
Pain skid along her spine for a long breathless moment before melting away into a splitting fullness. He stayed still, watching her intently. After seeing her eyes slowly open and a smug smile drift over her mouth, he bent over her and moved his hands to grasp her head. He held her still as he began to move, watched the hitch of her chin and the flutter of her eyes with such focus that she felt everything become magnified. She could feel even the minutes things of his motions: the twitch of his fingers in her hair, the brush of his biceps against the sides of her breast, the pull of the skin of his hip against the inside of her thigh . Over and above that, as he pressed into her, she could feel the build of her orgasm curling around where they were joined.
As she lay prone to him, her normal take-charge attitude completely disappeared and she allowed herself to drown in his touch, in her touch of him and the rhythmic push and pull of their dance.
She climaxed within seconds of releasing herself into his care and watched the fascination of her reaction dawning on his features. Eyes wide to catch his reaction, her was blind to the movement of his fingers as his hand slipped between them and pressed hard against her clit. Not even completely removed from her second orgasm, she slipped into her third, a more gentle and rolling release that held him still for a long moment before he shattered into her.
A harsh animalistic growl was muffled against her shoulder and his large shoulders curled over top of her ad he tried to bury his entire frame into hers. He lay breathing against her for a bit and then levered himself up onto his elbows. She knew that he wouldn’t say anything, and in all likelihood, he just wanted to slip out of the room without hearing anything either, but Janet knew that she couldn’t live with that.
He knew she couldn’t either, and waited patiently for her to gather herself.
She wanted to joke and relieve the tension, but she didn’t know how he’d react to that. She didn’t want to say anything symbolic or emotional, cause she felt as relaxed and content as she had in many years. Instead, she raised a hand to his cheek and quirked a half-smile at him.
“It seems that we can both tell a lot about what the other is thinking.” She said softly, feeling no regrets about what had just happened.
An eyebrow arched and he almost smiled as he watched her for another moment. Then, slowly, he stood and back away from her bending to draw his pants back up. She sat unselfconsciously nude on her desk, feeling the lingering heat of his body disappear. Now, knowing how he might react she smiled and lingeringly drew a finger up her bare thigh.
“So, Teal’c, if you ever want to thank me for anything again… come find me in my room.”
[finish]
TITLE: Complete
AUTHOR: Divine Joker
PAIRING: Janet/ Teal’c… damn you Tricia.
RATING: Adult… damn you, Tricia - again. No kids, please.
SPOILERS: Post-Changeling/Pre-Orpheus… however, if this had actually happened, Orpheus would not have.
DISCLAIMER: Still not mine.
SUMMARY: She could only smirk and shake her head at him. “Honestly, Teal’c. This is me.”
A/N: Never again do I volunteer to have Tricia prompt me for fic. You hear that? NEVER. Not beta’d, but it’s clean, I think. Grammatically. It’s clean grammatically.
[start]
Doctor Janet Frasier had seen plenty of men lose themselves after serious injury. Military lives ended abruptly with the loss of a limb, the shattering of psyche or even the growth - or loss - of a family. Losing a part of oneself in a situation that called for nothing less than complete sacrifice still left a lot of people feeling cheated.
She had hoped for more from Teal’c. She’d seen his determination, seen his need to finish his goal - defeat of the Goa’uld. She had dreamed that being free of his symbiote would have allowed that to blossom into something even more; instead he reacted as she’d seen men do with the loss of an entire leg or those who found themselves paralyzed in their accident.
Janet knew that he was not unfamiliar with sacrifice. There were few who didn’t know that he’d left his wife and son to join their battle, and not a single man or woman on base wasn’t grateful to him for it.
Sitting at the open desk in the testing room, she watched him openly as he sat on the bed waiting for her to return. Though he was easily twice her size, he had slipped into the mind of a stubborn child with the loss of his symbiote. He had pushed so hard to gain his strength back, fought both physical atrophy and mental barriers to come up as just the same man that he had always been.
But not.
He couldn’t find himself, she saw. Watching him regard the passing nurses with little interest, Janet noticed that there wasn’t any simple greetings; he even refused to tip his head in his normal silent greeting.
From fifteen feet away from him, she could see that even though he was still in his physical prime, he felt little like the man that she had always found him to be.
Sighing, she stood and tucked the folder under her arm as she moved towards him.
“Come on,” she waved him off of the bed and he followed willingly and silently.
She talked as they walked.
“You’re perfectly healthy, Teal’c. Your move onto Tretonin has no side effects other than needing to inject yourself on a schedule.” Idly flipping open her folder on the pretense of looking at something, she caught the flexing of his arm as he silently received her news. “You’re still able to lift nearly twice as much weight as the next person on base, run further than anyone else, and still, you’re able to pack away as much food as the rest of the team combined.” she added playfully, hoping that he’d show some kind of response to her jest.
They stepped into an elevator and, thankfully alone, she turned to him.
“Something’s not right, Teal’c.” she stated.
His jaw clenched and she sighed, turning back to the front of the elevator in frustration. She clasped the folder before her and finished the rest of the ride in silence.
As soon as the doors released, he knew where they were heading and moved silently before her, his hands clasped tightly behind him. She could see that he had shortened his steps, but she still found herself picking up her pace to keep with him. Once they made it to his quarters, she didn’t want him to have the opportunity to dismiss her quickly.
Janet had known that he would try and push her out of his quarters as soon as she saw him to the door and at the last second, in a move that normally would have brought a smile of pride to his face, she reached his door first and opened it, preceding him into his room.
He stood frozen just over the threshold, too chivalrous to straight order her out, her crossed his arms and stared at her.
She could only smirk and shake her head at him. “Honestly, Teal’c. This is me.”
Still only half his size, she was childishly pleased to know that she could beat him at a staring contest.
He sighed as much as she’d ever seen him sigh and moved further into the room, closing the door behind him.
She nodded and started softly, “Now, I know that Jaffa aren’t to prone to talking about what they’re feeling, but Teal’c, I can see that it’s affecting you.”
Silently he moved around the room and started lighting the many candles out of habit; a ritual needed to keep his symbiote alive.
Something he no longer had.
Halfway around the room, he realized his actions and froze, glancing over his shoulder at Janet still standing there and watching him. She could see that he seemed to be debating with himself and she was wondering as to whether or not he would continue with the candles or admit to both himself and Janet that there was something wrong with never having to light candles for kel’no’reem again.
“Teal’c,” she whispered.
His head bowed silently and he put aside his match, turning to look at the ambient glow of the candle he had lit.
“I feel less than whole,” he said succinctly.
For a man like Teal’c, who had always been of few words, it seemed to fit him perfectly to explain himself.
“There are times that I think that no one sees me as the man that I used to be.”
“Because you’re not,” she responded, taking a seat on his bed and watching stand in the flickering shadows. “That you’re standing here, living a life defined by Tretonin instead of a symbiote, I see you as a victor over another aspect of Goa’uld tyranny.”
She could see him pause as he took in her view, but there was still something bothering him. He took a deep breath and added, “I have always been seen as a warrior and leader among the Jaffa, there is part of me that believes that since I no long possess a symbiote I am less than a Jaffa… Less of a man to my people.”
“When you’ve done more than most of them put together?” She stood and stepped up to him, her small hand resting on his forearm as she continued. “Teal’c, why you lost the symbiote is because of the same reason you’ve been fighting this war for so long. Keeping Bra’tac alive, keeping both of yourselves alive was nothing short of the man that you’ve always been… always will be. Losing your symbiote isn’t going to change who you are inside.” She could feel her frustration growing at the stubborn nature of the man before her.
After a long moment, he tipped his head to look down at her instead of the wall behind her. Everything that she believed him to be she showed him through her look and he paused in his breathing to take it in.
After a long moment, Janet withdrew her hand and sighed. There was nothing to be done for it tonight anymore. She was tired and he was stubborn, so she could only give him his space to think about the words that she’d said.
She patted his arm gently and with a final look at him, turned to the door. Hand on the knob, she suddenly turned to him.
“For what it’s worth, Teal’c, you aren’t any less of a man for losing your symbiote. You’re one of the most complete men that I’ve ever come across.”
And then she left him in the dark, slipping the door silently closed.
***
Two days later found Janet sitting in her office looking over Teal’c lab results again. It was exactly the same as it had been when she had escorted him to his quarters. Still strong, still healthy… still the same man.
She hadn’t had an opportunity to see him since then, but she knew that she’d have to clear him for duty by the end of the week. She just hoped that she could break through his emotional trauma before she was forced to play that card.
There was a knock on her door and she bid them to enter.
Teal’c stepped into the room and silently closed the door behind him. Immediately upon recognizing him as her visitor, Janet stood and moved to the front of her desk, leaning against it as he stood quietly before her.
“I would like to thank you, Dr. Frasier.” he said simply, tipping his head in consideration.
“Teal’c, really, you don’t need to.”
He paused for a moment and then said, “There were things that I was thinking on that night that I did not say. It seemed that you were able to tell me about them anyway.” he looked at her piercingly for a long moment and Janet could feel the intensity of his stare falling down through her body.
Suddenly she became aware of something that had remained dormant in her for the last six years. Teal’c was a very large, very intimidating man when he was focused on something. And utterly irresistible when he was focused on her.
Like he was now.
Her body reacted willingly to the picture that he presented to her, standing alone in her office and intent on her. Physically primed to his presence, Janet took a deep steadying breath and tried to keep the tell-tale signs of her arousal from spreading to her skin.
Abruptly, his entire posture changed. His broad shoulders relaxed, his arms swung gently at his side as he took a long step closer to her.
As he came nearer to her, she felt her heart respond and skip a beat before dropping into her stomach and melting through her entire system in fiery heat. Against her will, her eyes slipped closed and she tried to reign in her breathing, only catching his scent as she did so. Again, her body bloomed arousal from the pit of her stomach.
Before she could form a word to stop his progress towards her, she felt a hot finger trace the line of her chin, jaw and neck. When it stopped its journey, her eyes flashed open and caught him staring at the path that his finger was following. He didn’t seem to see that she was watching him explore her; either that or he didn’t seem to care.
Looking up at him as the spread of his hand joined his finger, she caught the darkness of his eyes deepen as he watched her.
She idly wondered when sanity would come back, and hoped that it never would.
He kissed her then, tentatively and most unlike his normally confident self. She leapt into the caress with abandon, kept him against her as she found herself joyfully living in his touch. Janet had never figured herself to have ever kissed Teal’c, but with the fire that was licking at every nerve ending on her body, she suddenly wondered why not?
Seeming to find that she was willingly returning the kiss, Teal’c pulled her tight against him and she could feel the huge span of his hands circling her waist, burning patterns of desire as his grip shifted up along her back and then down again. She shuddered uncontrollably and sighed into his mouth just before he kissed his way along her jaw line.
Changing from the soft spoken, worried man, Teal’c was suddenly aggressive, his fingers tightened about her for a short second before finally lifting and removing her lab coat. the stiffly ironed cotton ruffled to the floor and the following seconds resounded with a heavy sigh as her own hands found their way under his shirt.
She was losing control of herself. She was becoming someone different; someone that she didn’t know she could be. It was brought to life only by the fire of his presence. She was surrendering to his touch and allowing everything to be done to her. He seemed to know everything about her that was sensitive, that would draw out the moans that he was looking for. All too soon she was having trouble maintaining an upright position as his fingers were caressing her naked chest and his tongue splendidly following their course.
Seeming to find himself as they kept kissing, Teal’c crowded her against her desk. He easily set her on it and with hot fingers drew the zipper of her skirt down before dragging the rest of her clothing along with it.
She momentarily came back to herself with the chill of the room brushing against her flushed skin. Totally bare before him, she had a second to configure a word on her lips before her was kneeling before her and kissing her a much more intimate manner than the caresses that he had graced her with only moments before. Anything that may have been coherent in her mind shattered with the rest of her body under the skilled movement of his lips and tongue.
As she coalesced, her breathing ragged and her knuckles sore from gripping the edge of the desk, part of her still shook - not from pleasure but from stark terror.
How was it that he could do that so easily?
She shouldn’t have been all that surprised to find herself so effortlessly manipulated be the large man. She hadn’t been lying what she told him what she had the other night. His usual self-confidence and demeanor would draw the eye of any woman in any room.
She had to admit that there was more to it than that. She had always been drawn to him. Maybe it was his loneliness surrounded by friends. Maybe it was his constant respect for every creed and colour. Maybe it was because she had never really met a man who was anything remotely like him.
In any case, when she opened her eyes now and looked up at him, his shirt ruffled at his waist from where she had pulled it free, she could see his hesitance now that some of the heat of the moment had passed. In that split moment, before she moved, she knew that there was little in this world that she desired more than having him with her.
Her fingers hastily tugged him close to her, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist and holding him to her. Her small doctors fingers undid the buttons on his pants and lower the zipper before swiftly sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head. He didn’t actively participate, but showed no reluctance in her actions to his body. When she finally took a short moment to trace her fingers down the defined lines of his chest, she caught the slight hitch of his breath and twitch of his muscles under her passing touch.
Any hesitancy she may have had before beginning her exploration dissipated with the harsh grasp of his hand around her wrist, halting her movement. Narrowing her eyes, she looked up to him and grimaced in determination. Her free hand grasped his erection and saw everything about him freeze at her touch.
Daringly, she broke eye contact and looked to where she was holding him, feeling her arousal bloom again at the sight of him. Her fingers tightened about him and a low growl crept from his throat, but she didn’t pause in her movements. Her fingertips traveled to the tip of his erection, circled once and then returned back down, only to repeat.
She was allowed only a few more journeys before the growl turned into a warning for her to stop.
Without further notice, Teal’c gripped both of her hands, pinned her backwards onto her desk and pushed into her.
Pain skid along her spine for a long breathless moment before melting away into a splitting fullness. He stayed still, watching her intently. After seeing her eyes slowly open and a smug smile drift over her mouth, he bent over her and moved his hands to grasp her head. He held her still as he began to move, watched the hitch of her chin and the flutter of her eyes with such focus that she felt everything become magnified. She could feel even the minutes things of his motions: the twitch of his fingers in her hair, the brush of his biceps against the sides of her breast, the pull of the skin of his hip against the inside of her thigh . Over and above that, as he pressed into her, she could feel the build of her orgasm curling around where they were joined.
As she lay prone to him, her normal take-charge attitude completely disappeared and she allowed herself to drown in his touch, in her touch of him and the rhythmic push and pull of their dance.
She climaxed within seconds of releasing herself into his care and watched the fascination of her reaction dawning on his features. Eyes wide to catch his reaction, her was blind to the movement of his fingers as his hand slipped between them and pressed hard against her clit. Not even completely removed from her second orgasm, she slipped into her third, a more gentle and rolling release that held him still for a long moment before he shattered into her.
A harsh animalistic growl was muffled against her shoulder and his large shoulders curled over top of her ad he tried to bury his entire frame into hers. He lay breathing against her for a bit and then levered himself up onto his elbows. She knew that he wouldn’t say anything, and in all likelihood, he just wanted to slip out of the room without hearing anything either, but Janet knew that she couldn’t live with that.
He knew she couldn’t either, and waited patiently for her to gather herself.
She wanted to joke and relieve the tension, but she didn’t know how he’d react to that. She didn’t want to say anything symbolic or emotional, cause she felt as relaxed and content as she had in many years. Instead, she raised a hand to his cheek and quirked a half-smile at him.
“It seems that we can both tell a lot about what the other is thinking.” She said softly, feeling no regrets about what had just happened.
An eyebrow arched and he almost smiled as he watched her for another moment. Then, slowly, he stood and back away from her bending to draw his pants back up. She sat unselfconsciously nude on her desk, feeling the lingering heat of his body disappear. Now, knowing how he might react she smiled and lingeringly drew a finger up her bare thigh.
“So, Teal’c, if you ever want to thank me for anything again… come find me in my room.”
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