SGA Fic: Then There Were Two (1/?) [J/T]
Title: Then There Were Two (1/?)
Author: Nytel
Rating: R
Pairing: John/Teyla
Main Characters: John, Teyla
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: The need to find some kind of comfort during a dire war is strong. It is important to build strong bonds with family and friends, but even that my backfire.
Warnings: Sex, Character Death
Spoilers: Up to Sateda.
Beta: The fabulous
viper_knight who beta'd for me even though she doesn't watch the show.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: This is set some time in the future.
Chapter 1
Teyla absentmindedly observed that it was a rare peaceful night in Atlantis. She was in John’s quarters, curled up on the bed with him. She tucked her head more securely underneath his chin, content to just lie there with him. His fingers stroked her loose hair in a soothing motion. Occasionally he would pause, twisting a strand between his fingers and letting it slide through his hand before continuing. It was peaceful, something she had come to cherish more and more with each passing day.
Their fight against the wraith had taken a turn for the worse. Teyla had been expecting as much; it was a war that they were fighting after all, but she had never been prepared for things to get quite this bad. It seemed like every day they lost more people. She knew that it scared John, just like it did her. That had its own repercussions.
Teyla was fairly certain that it was the reason behind John’s reluctance to put a name on this, the drastic change in their relationship from friends to so much more. Her best guess was that he was aiming to protect himself from the pain he would experience if she died - but Teyla knew that the pain would be inevitable, regardless of whether or not their relationship had been categorized.
Whatever it was, the growing thing between them, it had started months ago… five to be precise. They had been sparring, much like any other day. John had taken to releasing his aggression over the wraith through their workouts together. She had never, even for the briefest of moments, been afraid that he would hurt her - it had just turned him into a worthy opponent.
John’s moves were becoming faster and more precise as their workout progressed. Teyla wasn’t necessarily having a hard time keeping up with the complexity, but it was definitely keeping her on her toes, and more importantly placing them on equal footing. For once she wasn’t sure that she would win the round.
Suddenly John lunged low, aiming for her legs. She was able to jump just in time to hop over the rod as it swung beneath her. If her move had been even a second later, she would have been sporting a nasty bruise on her shin the next day.
Teyla ducked, crouching low to the ground, and executed one of the most complex Athosian moves, one that she had not yet taught John. Somehow he managed to block both of her rods, diverting them away from the flesh of his body with plenty of time to spare. He gave her a cocky smirk between panting breaths, obviously pleased with himself. As much as she disliked losing, she had to admit that he was doing extremely well.
The next few minutes flew by quickly: an exchange of sharp, forceful blows, each blocked just in the nick of time. They were both beginning to tire and it wouldn’t be long before one of them made a mistake.
John swept in with an overhead arc, failing to protect his right side, and leaving him vulnerable. Teyla struck quickly, hoping to use his mistake to her benefit, but before she could, she found her legs flying out from under her.
She hit the ground with a thud, suddenly thankful that they hadn’t removed the mats before sparring. John had feinted. It hadn’t been a mistake at all, but a trick, a trick that had allowed him to win.
He was kneeling on the mat beside her, crouched over her body with both his rods held loosely at her throat. He was smirking again. “Looks like I won,” he whispered smugly.
As Teyla nodded her head in acquiescence, she realized that she was holding her breath at his close proximity. The lack of oxygen was too great and she breathed out once before inhaling deeply, the clean air rushing into her lungs.
Teyla realized that her chest was now pressed against John’s. She felt an odd, but very pleasant sensation spread throughout her entire body at the same time that John’s eyes flashed with desire. If she hadn’t been looking at him so closely she wouldn’t have seen it.
But she had.
It was what she had been waiting for since… well, a very long time ago. She had promised herself that if John reciprocated even an inkling of her feelings toward him then she would act. Life was too short for anything else. Teyla wasn’t the kind of woman who would back down on a promise, even if it was one she made with herself.
Before she could over think this, or before he moved away, Teyla reached up with one hand and firmly clasped the back of John’s neck. She barely registered the shocked look in his eyes before she pulled his head down to hers, initiating their second kiss. She couldn’t help but note that it was much better than their first.
If she had been thinking about it, she would have expected him to pull away, or at least resist initially, but he didn’t. Instead, Teyla almost immediately felt his tongue parting her lips before delving deep into her mouth. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Teyla was aware of both sets of bantos rods dropping to the floor, but she didn’t dwell on it. She was too mesmerized by the feeling of John’s tongue pressing urgently against hers as his hands began to wander up and down her sides. His movements weren’t hesitant, but neither were they harsh.
She wasn’t passive either, and soon she found her hands caressing John’s back, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt. He deepened the kiss even further, though she didn’t realize it was possible. She responded immediately by increasing the sheer intensity of her own actions.
Teyla didn’t know how long they remained there, locked in a passionate embrace, but eventually they broke apart for air; they were only human after all.
John’s eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged, as was hers, and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking, whether or not he might be regretting their spontaneity.
“John?” she whispered, desperately needing to know what he was thoughts were running through his mind.
His eyes flickered open. After all the years that they had known each other, she could read him well; he definitely wasn’t regretting it. “Come on,” he said just as quietly, rising before pulling her to her feet.
Their hands remained intertwined as she followed him out of the training room and through the corridors of Atlantis. Teyla was thankful that it was late at night and that no one was around to see them. When they reached the turn off to the main hallway and walked past it, Teyla realized where they were going: John’s quarters.
It didn’t surprise her, not really, but she couldn’t keep her heart from beating faster the closer they got. She wasn’t inexperienced by any means, but it had been a long time, a very long time. She couldn’t help but feel nervous.
Neither of them had spoken a word since they left the gym, and Teyla found it odd. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing would come out. It was as if she was afraid that speaking would break the trance they both seemed to be under, and that John might then change his mind.
When they made it to John’s room, he swiped his hand over the sensor, and then pulled her into the room behind him. Forgoing the lights and all else in the room, he turned to her and cupped her face, bringing his lips down to kiss her hungrily.
Forgetting about anything else but the man in front of her, Teyla responded vigorously, trying to convey everything that she was feeling with her lips alone. When that wasn’t enough she began to touch and caress every place she could. He was doing the same.
The overwhelming sensations were blurring her mind and it seemed like no time passed at all until he was pushing clothing off her body - and she from his.
As soon as Teyla’s top fell to the floor, John’s lips made their way to her bare shoulder, kissing and sucking, pleasant sensations coursing throughout her entire body. She found herself doing the same to his throat and jaw. He let out a low and guttural moan that only served to fuel her actions.
It wasn’t much longer until John made his way down her body to take one hardened nipple in his mouth. This time it was Teyla who moaned. She had dreamt about what this might be like, but never had she imagined it would be so incredible.
His tongue teased first one nipple, then the other before he made his way back up to ravish her mouth. During this, Teyla had somehow managed to remain coherent enough to slide off John’s pants as well as her skirt, leaving them both clad in only their underwear.
She began to push him backwards, towards the bed. Or maybe it was him who was pulling her back. She could no longer tell for certain. This ended as the back of John’s knees hit the bed.
Their momentum caused him to topple over, bringing Teyla down with him. She tried to brace her hands to break her fall, but they had been busy doing other things and she found her chest pressed firmly against John’s yet again. He let out a quiet huff of air as her weight came down on top of him. It didn’t seem to matter because suddenly he was kissing her again, having lost none of his previous intensity.
Teyla’s nervousness had almost completely dissolved into anticipation. She had been waiting for this for too long.
John turned his head to the side, moving in to suck on her pulse point with a gentle pressure. Teyla’s fingers clutched at his shoulders tightly; she was on the edge of losing control. She knew that John must be close as well.
Apparently quite the multitasker, he slipped his hand past the thin fabric of her underwear to slide his hands over her butt, while his lips continued to work their magic on her neck. She then realized that her hips were grinding against his, eliciting another moan from him.
Then his hands were on the waistband of her underwear, tugging them down. She lifted her hips and managed to slip the garment off while reaching down to rid John of his boxers. Somehow their positions switched in the process and Teyla found herself pinned between John and the mattress. An unexpected flutter arose in her stomach as the anticipation threatened to overwhelm her.
They both paused for a moment, their eyes locking together. He silently asked her if she was sure. She nodded her head once, moving it only slightly. That was all the encouragement that John needed.
The next thing she knew he was sliding into her, filling her completely. Her breath caught in her throat as new feelings bubbled up inside of her. He started to move, slowly at first as if he was hesitant. When she began to follow his rhythm, his actions became smoother and more sure.
It seemed like no time at all until Teyla was arching her back off the bed, meeting his increasingly strong thrusts with more urgency. When he moved his head to kiss her neck again, she was gone, her climax washing over her, eyes rolling back into her head with pleasure. Two or three more thrusts and John followed, finding his release deep inside of her. With a shudder, he collapsed on top of her, shifting most of his weight so that he didn’t crush her.
As Teyla’s breathing returned to normal, and the thin sheen of sweat on her skin began to dry, her mind began to race. She didn’t regret what had just happened, but it would have numerous, far-reaching consequences. It wasn’t as if they had discussed this or anything.
John rolled off of her and the feeling of the cool air on her sweat-dampened skin made her shiver. She looked around the room for her clothes, her eyes finally drifting to the doorway where her top and skirt lay scattered. Silently, she moved to stand up, intending to get dressed and leave if necessary. A gentle hand on her wrist stopped her.
“Stay,” John said, his tone somewhere between a question and a request. It was the first word spoken between them since leaving the gym. She turned to look at him, gazing deeply into his eyes. With one word he had told her everything that she needed to know.
She glanced up at him now. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and calm, but she knew that he wasn’t asleep. If not because of his still moving hand, then because of the lack of his light snore. It wasn’t a sound that she would have ever expected to find soothing, but in time that was exactly what it had become.
She settled in more firmly against his side, tracing the planes of his bare stomach while letting her mind wander.
On the surface their relationship had changed very little. They had told no one, and she was fairly certain that nobody suspected anything either, with maybe the exception of Carson. She had caught him giving them odd looks when they stood beside each other, having drifted a little closer than was necessary. The looks, however, were far more inquisitive than accusatory.
But Carson had no way of knowing for sure. It was part of her and John’s unspoken agreement: the change in their relationship was to remain a secret. Teyla tried not to be upset by that; it made sense after all, especially given their situation. They were fighting a war, and she was directly under John’s chain of command. Although it wasn’t technically against regulations because she wasn’t in the military, she didn’t think that Elizabeth would hesitate to order them to end this if she felt it necessary.
They stole what time together they could when they weren’t off world or involved with some other task. It wasn’t as much as either of them would have liked, but they would take what they could get. They always made the most out of the situation they found themselves in, like they were doing now.
“John,” she said quietly, angling her head so that she could see his face.
“Yeah?” he replied groggily, not yet opening his eyes.
“How long?” Her voice was extremely quiet, but she knew that he could hear her. His muscles tensed slightly as her words registered.
Opening his eyes, he reached across her to the bedside table. He picked up his watch and glanced at it briefly. “Six hours,” he responded softly, his voice laced with something akin to sadness.
Six hours until he left with for Earth on the Daedalus - not quite what she wanted to know. “No,” she said, trying to clarify. “How long will you be gone?”
His arm tightened around her shoulders. “Umm,” he began, keeping his voice quiet. “Three weeks until we get there, probably two more weeks once we’re there, and then three weeks travel time coming back.”
“Two months,” Teyla said quietly after quickly doing the addition in her head. “That’s a long time.”
John kissed the top of her head. “I’m coming back,” he murmured against her hair. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had somehow read her mind.
She sighed and tightened her arms around his torso. “I know that, but…” But what? She didn’t know exactly, she just hated the idea of being separated for so long.
“I’m coming back,” John repeated.
Teyla nodded her head against his chest. She knew that, but somehow couldn’t shake the irrational feeling growing in her chest.
John unwrapped his arm from around her shoulder and began to remove his dog tags. Teyla watched, stunned, as he slipped one of his tags off and placed it in her hand.
Her fingers instinctively closed around it, reveling in its secure weight and warmth.
“I’m coming back,” he said a third time before leaning over and kissing her firmly on the lips.
TBC
Chapter 2
Author: Nytel
Rating: R
Pairing: John/Teyla
Main Characters: John, Teyla
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: The need to find some kind of comfort during a dire war is strong. It is important to build strong bonds with family and friends, but even that my backfire.
Warnings: Sex, Character Death
Spoilers: Up to Sateda.
Beta: The fabulous
viper_knight who beta'd for me even though she doesn't watch the show.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: This is set some time in the future.
Chapter 1
Teyla absentmindedly observed that it was a rare peaceful night in Atlantis. She was in John’s quarters, curled up on the bed with him. She tucked her head more securely underneath his chin, content to just lie there with him. His fingers stroked her loose hair in a soothing motion. Occasionally he would pause, twisting a strand between his fingers and letting it slide through his hand before continuing. It was peaceful, something she had come to cherish more and more with each passing day.
Their fight against the wraith had taken a turn for the worse. Teyla had been expecting as much; it was a war that they were fighting after all, but she had never been prepared for things to get quite this bad. It seemed like every day they lost more people. She knew that it scared John, just like it did her. That had its own repercussions.
Teyla was fairly certain that it was the reason behind John’s reluctance to put a name on this, the drastic change in their relationship from friends to so much more. Her best guess was that he was aiming to protect himself from the pain he would experience if she died - but Teyla knew that the pain would be inevitable, regardless of whether or not their relationship had been categorized.
Whatever it was, the growing thing between them, it had started months ago… five to be precise. They had been sparring, much like any other day. John had taken to releasing his aggression over the wraith through their workouts together. She had never, even for the briefest of moments, been afraid that he would hurt her - it had just turned him into a worthy opponent.
John’s moves were becoming faster and more precise as their workout progressed. Teyla wasn’t necessarily having a hard time keeping up with the complexity, but it was definitely keeping her on her toes, and more importantly placing them on equal footing. For once she wasn’t sure that she would win the round.
Suddenly John lunged low, aiming for her legs. She was able to jump just in time to hop over the rod as it swung beneath her. If her move had been even a second later, she would have been sporting a nasty bruise on her shin the next day.
Teyla ducked, crouching low to the ground, and executed one of the most complex Athosian moves, one that she had not yet taught John. Somehow he managed to block both of her rods, diverting them away from the flesh of his body with plenty of time to spare. He gave her a cocky smirk between panting breaths, obviously pleased with himself. As much as she disliked losing, she had to admit that he was doing extremely well.
The next few minutes flew by quickly: an exchange of sharp, forceful blows, each blocked just in the nick of time. They were both beginning to tire and it wouldn’t be long before one of them made a mistake.
John swept in with an overhead arc, failing to protect his right side, and leaving him vulnerable. Teyla struck quickly, hoping to use his mistake to her benefit, but before she could, she found her legs flying out from under her.
She hit the ground with a thud, suddenly thankful that they hadn’t removed the mats before sparring. John had feinted. It hadn’t been a mistake at all, but a trick, a trick that had allowed him to win.
He was kneeling on the mat beside her, crouched over her body with both his rods held loosely at her throat. He was smirking again. “Looks like I won,” he whispered smugly.
As Teyla nodded her head in acquiescence, she realized that she was holding her breath at his close proximity. The lack of oxygen was too great and she breathed out once before inhaling deeply, the clean air rushing into her lungs.
Teyla realized that her chest was now pressed against John’s. She felt an odd, but very pleasant sensation spread throughout her entire body at the same time that John’s eyes flashed with desire. If she hadn’t been looking at him so closely she wouldn’t have seen it.
But she had.
It was what she had been waiting for since… well, a very long time ago. She had promised herself that if John reciprocated even an inkling of her feelings toward him then she would act. Life was too short for anything else. Teyla wasn’t the kind of woman who would back down on a promise, even if it was one she made with herself.
Before she could over think this, or before he moved away, Teyla reached up with one hand and firmly clasped the back of John’s neck. She barely registered the shocked look in his eyes before she pulled his head down to hers, initiating their second kiss. She couldn’t help but note that it was much better than their first.
If she had been thinking about it, she would have expected him to pull away, or at least resist initially, but he didn’t. Instead, Teyla almost immediately felt his tongue parting her lips before delving deep into her mouth. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Teyla was aware of both sets of bantos rods dropping to the floor, but she didn’t dwell on it. She was too mesmerized by the feeling of John’s tongue pressing urgently against hers as his hands began to wander up and down her sides. His movements weren’t hesitant, but neither were they harsh.
She wasn’t passive either, and soon she found her hands caressing John’s back, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt. He deepened the kiss even further, though she didn’t realize it was possible. She responded immediately by increasing the sheer intensity of her own actions.
Teyla didn’t know how long they remained there, locked in a passionate embrace, but eventually they broke apart for air; they were only human after all.
John’s eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged, as was hers, and she couldn’t tell what he was thinking, whether or not he might be regretting their spontaneity.
“John?” she whispered, desperately needing to know what he was thoughts were running through his mind.
His eyes flickered open. After all the years that they had known each other, she could read him well; he definitely wasn’t regretting it. “Come on,” he said just as quietly, rising before pulling her to her feet.
Their hands remained intertwined as she followed him out of the training room and through the corridors of Atlantis. Teyla was thankful that it was late at night and that no one was around to see them. When they reached the turn off to the main hallway and walked past it, Teyla realized where they were going: John’s quarters.
It didn’t surprise her, not really, but she couldn’t keep her heart from beating faster the closer they got. She wasn’t inexperienced by any means, but it had been a long time, a very long time. She couldn’t help but feel nervous.
Neither of them had spoken a word since they left the gym, and Teyla found it odd. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing would come out. It was as if she was afraid that speaking would break the trance they both seemed to be under, and that John might then change his mind.
When they made it to John’s room, he swiped his hand over the sensor, and then pulled her into the room behind him. Forgoing the lights and all else in the room, he turned to her and cupped her face, bringing his lips down to kiss her hungrily.
Forgetting about anything else but the man in front of her, Teyla responded vigorously, trying to convey everything that she was feeling with her lips alone. When that wasn’t enough she began to touch and caress every place she could. He was doing the same.
The overwhelming sensations were blurring her mind and it seemed like no time passed at all until he was pushing clothing off her body - and she from his.
As soon as Teyla’s top fell to the floor, John’s lips made their way to her bare shoulder, kissing and sucking, pleasant sensations coursing throughout her entire body. She found herself doing the same to his throat and jaw. He let out a low and guttural moan that only served to fuel her actions.
It wasn’t much longer until John made his way down her body to take one hardened nipple in his mouth. This time it was Teyla who moaned. She had dreamt about what this might be like, but never had she imagined it would be so incredible.
His tongue teased first one nipple, then the other before he made his way back up to ravish her mouth. During this, Teyla had somehow managed to remain coherent enough to slide off John’s pants as well as her skirt, leaving them both clad in only their underwear.
She began to push him backwards, towards the bed. Or maybe it was him who was pulling her back. She could no longer tell for certain. This ended as the back of John’s knees hit the bed.
Their momentum caused him to topple over, bringing Teyla down with him. She tried to brace her hands to break her fall, but they had been busy doing other things and she found her chest pressed firmly against John’s yet again. He let out a quiet huff of air as her weight came down on top of him. It didn’t seem to matter because suddenly he was kissing her again, having lost none of his previous intensity.
Teyla’s nervousness had almost completely dissolved into anticipation. She had been waiting for this for too long.
John turned his head to the side, moving in to suck on her pulse point with a gentle pressure. Teyla’s fingers clutched at his shoulders tightly; she was on the edge of losing control. She knew that John must be close as well.
Apparently quite the multitasker, he slipped his hand past the thin fabric of her underwear to slide his hands over her butt, while his lips continued to work their magic on her neck. She then realized that her hips were grinding against his, eliciting another moan from him.
Then his hands were on the waistband of her underwear, tugging them down. She lifted her hips and managed to slip the garment off while reaching down to rid John of his boxers. Somehow their positions switched in the process and Teyla found herself pinned between John and the mattress. An unexpected flutter arose in her stomach as the anticipation threatened to overwhelm her.
They both paused for a moment, their eyes locking together. He silently asked her if she was sure. She nodded her head once, moving it only slightly. That was all the encouragement that John needed.
The next thing she knew he was sliding into her, filling her completely. Her breath caught in her throat as new feelings bubbled up inside of her. He started to move, slowly at first as if he was hesitant. When she began to follow his rhythm, his actions became smoother and more sure.
It seemed like no time at all until Teyla was arching her back off the bed, meeting his increasingly strong thrusts with more urgency. When he moved his head to kiss her neck again, she was gone, her climax washing over her, eyes rolling back into her head with pleasure. Two or three more thrusts and John followed, finding his release deep inside of her. With a shudder, he collapsed on top of her, shifting most of his weight so that he didn’t crush her.
As Teyla’s breathing returned to normal, and the thin sheen of sweat on her skin began to dry, her mind began to race. She didn’t regret what had just happened, but it would have numerous, far-reaching consequences. It wasn’t as if they had discussed this or anything.
John rolled off of her and the feeling of the cool air on her sweat-dampened skin made her shiver. She looked around the room for her clothes, her eyes finally drifting to the doorway where her top and skirt lay scattered. Silently, she moved to stand up, intending to get dressed and leave if necessary. A gentle hand on her wrist stopped her.
“Stay,” John said, his tone somewhere between a question and a request. It was the first word spoken between them since leaving the gym. She turned to look at him, gazing deeply into his eyes. With one word he had told her everything that she needed to know.
She glanced up at him now. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and calm, but she knew that he wasn’t asleep. If not because of his still moving hand, then because of the lack of his light snore. It wasn’t a sound that she would have ever expected to find soothing, but in time that was exactly what it had become.
She settled in more firmly against his side, tracing the planes of his bare stomach while letting her mind wander.
On the surface their relationship had changed very little. They had told no one, and she was fairly certain that nobody suspected anything either, with maybe the exception of Carson. She had caught him giving them odd looks when they stood beside each other, having drifted a little closer than was necessary. The looks, however, were far more inquisitive than accusatory.
But Carson had no way of knowing for sure. It was part of her and John’s unspoken agreement: the change in their relationship was to remain a secret. Teyla tried not to be upset by that; it made sense after all, especially given their situation. They were fighting a war, and she was directly under John’s chain of command. Although it wasn’t technically against regulations because she wasn’t in the military, she didn’t think that Elizabeth would hesitate to order them to end this if she felt it necessary.
They stole what time together they could when they weren’t off world or involved with some other task. It wasn’t as much as either of them would have liked, but they would take what they could get. They always made the most out of the situation they found themselves in, like they were doing now.
“John,” she said quietly, angling her head so that she could see his face.
“Yeah?” he replied groggily, not yet opening his eyes.
“How long?” Her voice was extremely quiet, but she knew that he could hear her. His muscles tensed slightly as her words registered.
Opening his eyes, he reached across her to the bedside table. He picked up his watch and glanced at it briefly. “Six hours,” he responded softly, his voice laced with something akin to sadness.
Six hours until he left with for Earth on the Daedalus - not quite what she wanted to know. “No,” she said, trying to clarify. “How long will you be gone?”
His arm tightened around her shoulders. “Umm,” he began, keeping his voice quiet. “Three weeks until we get there, probably two more weeks once we’re there, and then three weeks travel time coming back.”
“Two months,” Teyla said quietly after quickly doing the addition in her head. “That’s a long time.”
John kissed the top of her head. “I’m coming back,” he murmured against her hair. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had somehow read her mind.
She sighed and tightened her arms around his torso. “I know that, but…” But what? She didn’t know exactly, she just hated the idea of being separated for so long.
“I’m coming back,” John repeated.
Teyla nodded her head against his chest. She knew that, but somehow couldn’t shake the irrational feeling growing in her chest.
John unwrapped his arm from around her shoulder and began to remove his dog tags. Teyla watched, stunned, as he slipped one of his tags off and placed it in her hand.
Her fingers instinctively closed around it, reveling in its secure weight and warmth.
“I’m coming back,” he said a third time before leaning over and kissing her firmly on the lips.
TBC
Chapter 2