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* Stargate: Atlantis, John and Teyla: Forbidden Pleasures -
* Why did you do that?/Sensual and Romantic but not trashy.
Title: Why Did You Do That?
He patted her stomach again. She starred at him for a moment, slight smile gracing her lips.
"Why did you do that?" Teyla backed away slightly feeling suddenly uncomfortable.
"I don't know. Felt right." John turned and retrieved his lost stick. The morning sun played across his ever mused hair, and he stood returning to an offensive posture.
"Shall we continue?" Teyla didn't wait for an answer, instead swinging her stick high in a classic move. He countered, parried and side stepped her easily.
"You should wear looser clothing."
"What?" The comment caught her off-guard. He swung his foot, half crescent and easily flipped her. She landed none to gracefully on her side.
Dropping the sticks, John was immediately at her side, coming down on one knee, starring into her eyes - all concern. She clamored to her feet assuring him that all was well seeing that strange look in his eyes again.
"What!" she demanded and was rewarded with that quirky smile of his.
"Nothing." John returned to an offensive posture, but after that fall, he seemed careful not to flip her again. She won easily and finally in frustration, ended the practice early.
"You want to get something to eat?" he invited, but she had declined.
"Hmmmm. That's understandable," he had responded to her excuse of not feeling too well.
The morning practice was anything but smooth. Teyla reflected on the fact later in the privacy of her quarters. John had been solicitous, easy on her and that stomach pat. He knew, sensed something. But she hadn't confided in anyone, not yet. And least of all - him.
One night of passion; a lifetime of regret. That would be his response. She could almost hear his sigh, his sense of obligation and duty overwhelming any idea of abandoning her in her hour of need.
But she didn't want him that way. If they were to be together, destined as her Shara had said, she wanted him to love her, not be obligated to the life that grew within her.
Absentmindedly, she rubbed her stomach gazing into the depths of the stained glass windows of her apartments. He had patted her in that strange way, his eyes elsewhere, his heart - she could hear it beating, his breath on her cheek....
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* Stargate: Atlantis, John and Teyla: Forbidden Pleasures -
* Why did you do that?/Sensual and Romantic but not trashy.
Title: Why Did You Do That?
He patted her stomach again. She starred at him for a moment, slight smile gracing her lips.
"Why did you do that?" Teyla backed away slightly feeling suddenly uncomfortable.
"I don't know. Felt right." John turned and retrieved his lost stick. The morning sun played across his ever mused hair, and he stood returning to an offensive posture.
"Shall we continue?" Teyla didn't wait for an answer, instead swinging her stick high in a classic move. He countered, parried and side stepped her easily.
"You should wear looser clothing."
"What?" The comment caught her off-guard. He swung his foot, half crescent and easily flipped her. She landed none to gracefully on her side.
Dropping the sticks, John was immediately at her side, coming down on one knee, starring into her eyes - all concern. She clamored to her feet assuring him that all was well seeing that strange look in his eyes again.
"What!" she demanded and was rewarded with that quirky smile of his.
"Nothing." John returned to an offensive posture, but after that fall, he seemed careful not to flip her again. She won easily and finally in frustration, ended the practice early.
"You want to get something to eat?" he invited, but she had declined.
"Hmmmm. That's understandable," he had responded to her excuse of not feeling too well.
The morning practice was anything but smooth. Teyla reflected on the fact later in the privacy of her quarters. John had been solicitous, easy on her and that stomach pat. He knew, sensed something. But she hadn't confided in anyone, not yet. And least of all - him.
One night of passion; a lifetime of regret. That would be his response. She could almost hear his sigh, his sense of obligation and duty overwhelming any idea of abandoning her in her hour of need.
But she didn't want him that way. If they were to be together, destined as her Shara had said, she wanted him to love her, not be obligated to the life that grew within her.
Absentmindedly, she rubbed her stomach gazing into the depths of the stained glass windows of her apartments. He had patted her in that strange way, his eyes elsewhere, his heart - she could hear it beating, his breath on her cheek....
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LJ: