Merry Christmas!
Hey guys,
Yes, I am still alive. heh. Sorry I haven't posted in an AGE, but I only really use this journal for fic and as I haven't been feeling inspired lately it just hasn't been updated.
This said, here is my latest attempt to get out of the writing funk, and also provide some small sort of present for Ness.
Hope everyone has a lovely, fun and safe Christmas.
*mad huggles to all*
*deep breath*
“Intoxication”
By Konstantine
Summary: The cool down period.
Genre: Teyla/Ronon, Smutty fluff
Rating: PG-13 maybe? Tis rather tame I must admit.
Spoilers: Lost Boys Part 1
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but please do not redistribute without permission.
Author’s Note: Please note, I am writing this having seen none of Stargate: Atlantis except the episode in question which I saw last night and which inspired me to write something for Ness, as a sort of mini Christmas present.
Dedication: For Ness. Sorry we haven’t been able to stay as in touch as we would both have liked, but just wanted to show you you’re still my internet hon, and the only thing that seems to in any way inspire the muse these days. Hehe. Hope you enjoy in some way. *mad huggles and love*
***
His body is being pressed into the cave wall.
He should be feeling pain, he knows that. But he feels nothing. Nothing but the pleasing sensation of her body pressed against him. Her mouth captured within his own.
Passion. Desire. Need. Want.
There is no thought, not rationality here. Just pure animal need.
And he likes it that way.
Their work out clothes are soaked right through - a mixture of sweat and the water trickling from the underground spring, that Aidan’s men use as a makeshift shower.
His hands rove over the contours of her body, scantily covered by the now wet tank top. After what feels like hours, he finally allows himself to tease a hand underneath the hem. She sighs against his mouth as he begins to stroke her stomach, and skirts the line of her breasts. Once. Twice. Three times.
She responds eagerly, pulling her body even closer to his, and begins a slow grind against him that sends shivers through his whole body.
He knows this is all to do with the enzyme. To do with the adrenaline from their sparring. They’ve both been running on full steam for far too long without any form of release. And this is better than anything he would have thought of. Perhaps even dreamed of.
But part of him, that small part of him that isn’t entirely caught up in the sensation of Teyla, can’t help but wonder if this is really all down to the enzyme. If they aren’t both just using it as an excuse. As an out.
For finally doing what they’ve wanted all along.
[End]
Feedback is always, always greatly appreciated.
Yes, I am still alive. heh. Sorry I haven't posted in an AGE, but I only really use this journal for fic and as I haven't been feeling inspired lately it just hasn't been updated.
This said, here is my latest attempt to get out of the writing funk, and also provide some small sort of present for Ness.
Hope everyone has a lovely, fun and safe Christmas.
*mad huggles to all*
*deep breath*
“Intoxication”
By Konstantine
Summary: The cool down period.
Genre: Teyla/Ronon, Smutty fluff
Rating: PG-13 maybe? Tis rather tame I must admit.
Spoilers: Lost Boys Part 1
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, but please do not redistribute without permission.
Author’s Note: Please note, I am writing this having seen none of Stargate: Atlantis except the episode in question which I saw last night and which inspired me to write something for Ness, as a sort of mini Christmas present.
Dedication: For Ness. Sorry we haven’t been able to stay as in touch as we would both have liked, but just wanted to show you you’re still my internet hon, and the only thing that seems to in any way inspire the muse these days. Hehe. Hope you enjoy in some way. *mad huggles and love*
***
His body is being pressed into the cave wall.
He should be feeling pain, he knows that. But he feels nothing. Nothing but the pleasing sensation of her body pressed against him. Her mouth captured within his own.
Passion. Desire. Need. Want.
There is no thought, not rationality here. Just pure animal need.
And he likes it that way.
Their work out clothes are soaked right through - a mixture of sweat and the water trickling from the underground spring, that Aidan’s men use as a makeshift shower.
His hands rove over the contours of her body, scantily covered by the now wet tank top. After what feels like hours, he finally allows himself to tease a hand underneath the hem. She sighs against his mouth as he begins to stroke her stomach, and skirts the line of her breasts. Once. Twice. Three times.
She responds eagerly, pulling her body even closer to his, and begins a slow grind against him that sends shivers through his whole body.
He knows this is all to do with the enzyme. To do with the adrenaline from their sparring. They’ve both been running on full steam for far too long without any form of release. And this is better than anything he would have thought of. Perhaps even dreamed of.
But part of him, that small part of him that isn’t entirely caught up in the sensation of Teyla, can’t help but wonder if this is really all down to the enzyme. If they aren’t both just using it as an excuse. As an out.
For finally doing what they’ve wanted all along.
[End]
Feedback is always, always greatly appreciated.