challenge 60 (remainder) - old
Title: In The Dying Hours
Author: Missmai_chan
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Teyla/Dr Weir
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 250(ish)
A/N: Hurrah, these two are just too yummy not to smutslash.
Summary: Weir and Teyla have a late night conversation in the Control Room.
She waits for her in the control room. She knows there is no chance of a team-member discovering them - the day is old, and slumber has taken hold.
And Elizabeth comes to her. Her brow furrowed, her uniform rumpled. She says she was delayed with paperwork, but Teyla only smiles and clasps her hands between her own, gently tugging her down to the floor with her.
Mouths connect, a simple motion without calculation. It is reflexive as a sigh now; their lips and tongues familiar. At first the kiss is barely there, but soon Elizabeth is weighing her down, and she smiles broadly, gasping from their kiss. She flattens on the cool ground, allowing herself to be straddled.
Elizabeth's fingers trail through the fan of Teyla's locks around her head then stroke the outline of her breasts and hips. She tilts her head, removes her jacket. Unzips her team member's field pants and slides a hand purposefully beneath.
Teyla inhales, small drops of sweat now collecting on her top lip and chest. They glint in the light as her body rises. She drinks in the sound of Elizabeth's thrusts and the tenor of her own guttural enjoyment.
Her hunger is such that she must curl her legs and flip the Doctor onto her back. Elizabeth cries out, her fingers now warmly deep in her lover. With her free hand, she grabs Teyla's ass as she rides her - honey hair thrown back, hips rolling.
When they come, it is with a singular whimper that rises from locked flesh.
Author: Missmai_chan
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Teyla/Dr Weir
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 250(ish)
A/N: Hurrah, these two are just too yummy not to smutslash.
Summary: Weir and Teyla have a late night conversation in the Control Room.
She waits for her in the control room. She knows there is no chance of a team-member discovering them - the day is old, and slumber has taken hold.
And Elizabeth comes to her. Her brow furrowed, her uniform rumpled. She says she was delayed with paperwork, but Teyla only smiles and clasps her hands between her own, gently tugging her down to the floor with her.
Mouths connect, a simple motion without calculation. It is reflexive as a sigh now; their lips and tongues familiar. At first the kiss is barely there, but soon Elizabeth is weighing her down, and she smiles broadly, gasping from their kiss. She flattens on the cool ground, allowing herself to be straddled.
Elizabeth's fingers trail through the fan of Teyla's locks around her head then stroke the outline of her breasts and hips. She tilts her head, removes her jacket. Unzips her team member's field pants and slides a hand purposefully beneath.
Teyla inhales, small drops of sweat now collecting on her top lip and chest. They glint in the light as her body rises. She drinks in the sound of Elizabeth's thrusts and the tenor of her own guttural enjoyment.
Her hunger is such that she must curl her legs and flip the Doctor onto her back. Elizabeth cries out, her fingers now warmly deep in her lover. With her free hand, she grabs Teyla's ass as she rides her - honey hair thrown back, hips rolling.
When they come, it is with a singular whimper that rises from locked flesh.