fic: Taken And Possessing [Not Human challenge]
TITLE: Taken And Possessing
AUTHOR: Tielan
SUMMARY: John swore to himself it would never happen again.
PAIRING: Bug!John/Teyla
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: ~650
Taken And Possessing
John knows when she's fertile and it drives him wild.
On those days, he's careful not to spar with her, arranging meetings with Elizabeth, Lorne, Caldwell, letting Ronon try to kick his ass, spending time with Rodney playing the strategy game - anything that will keep him away from her and the urges that writhe through him like dark lightning.
Teyla's cycles are harder on him than they are on her.
On those days, she shouldn't walk beside him, trusting that he's the man inside the creature he's become. He can accept the trust of the others - Rodney's unthinking assurance, Ronon's measured acceptance - but John's no danger to them. The urge to protect is elemental but it wouldn't threaten their personal space, their personal integrity.
It would be so easy to give in to the Iratus instinct as he already did once before.
Mouth lips hard breathe. Take claim kiss siege. Hands waist curves ache. Stroke bite slide moan.
He swore to himself it would never happen again.
--
John's fingers close carefully around the P-90 as they pass through the gate.
Lorne's team should have been back half a day ago, and a recon showed no sign of them, although the villagers are going about their business as usual. None of their hailings have received any response, so John's team is going in to shake things up.
That's usually what they do since John's change. For some reason, a man with blue skin and reptilian eyes doesn't go down well with the natives.
By the time Elizabeth lets John go through the gate, things are usually pretty bad.
And this time, he's determined there's going to be serious trouble. Teyla went with Lorne's team.
She's missing too.
Light motion track watch. Move turn sight chase. Fear rank catch grip. Drag rough clench snarl.
The villagers turn out to be Wraith worshippers. Teyla, Lorne, and company were to be their next sacrifice - the Wraith are already on their way - after they winkled out the address of Atlantis.
They find Teyla and Lorne's team half-out of their bonds anyway, but leave the planet immediately. Almost immediately.
John comes close to disembowelling the leader - a skinny, unkempt guy whose reek offends John's nose. In the end, both Teyla and Rodney call him back from cold-blooded murder, leaving the coming Wraith to exact vengeance from the locals. Still, John keeps pace alongside Teyla all the way back to Atlantis and the infirmary.
--
"Carson pronounced me in fine health, Colonel," she reminds him as he follows her through to her quarters, drawn by something he can't hold back. Protectiveness intersects with desire and the Iratus instinct doesn't listen to John's human reason. "I am not in need of a keeper."
"I am." His voice is rough - rough as the fingers that brush the smooth skin of her spine. Dark lightning slithers through his veins. He shouldn't. The man he used to be, wouldn't. But John is no longer just that man.
He can smell her uncertainty like a cloud, but if her pulse skipped a beat and is quickening slightly, she's got herself under control. He wishes he could be more sure of his own control, splintering beneath his unrepentant need.
"Perhaps you'd better come in, Colonel." She doesn't run from him, which is a relief. Fear and flight would excite the hunter in him.
As it is, the doors slide shut and John's on her, through her unresisting defences, his mouth on her lips, his hands on her skin. And if Teyla takes a moment to respond, she doesn't fight him off as he eases her closer against him. Her mouth gives way to his and her fingers skim leathery ridges as though John was human again.
Skin bare warm smooth. Scent ripe sweet fierce. Smile wide easy bright. Wet slow sigh come.
In the end, John is taken just as much as he possesses.
- fin -
AUTHOR: Tielan
SUMMARY: John swore to himself it would never happen again.
PAIRING: Bug!John/Teyla
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: ~650
Taken And Possessing
John knows when she's fertile and it drives him wild.
On those days, he's careful not to spar with her, arranging meetings with Elizabeth, Lorne, Caldwell, letting Ronon try to kick his ass, spending time with Rodney playing the strategy game - anything that will keep him away from her and the urges that writhe through him like dark lightning.
Teyla's cycles are harder on him than they are on her.
On those days, she shouldn't walk beside him, trusting that he's the man inside the creature he's become. He can accept the trust of the others - Rodney's unthinking assurance, Ronon's measured acceptance - but John's no danger to them. The urge to protect is elemental but it wouldn't threaten their personal space, their personal integrity.
It would be so easy to give in to the Iratus instinct as he already did once before.
Mouth lips hard breathe. Take claim kiss siege. Hands waist curves ache. Stroke bite slide moan.
He swore to himself it would never happen again.
--
John's fingers close carefully around the P-90 as they pass through the gate.
Lorne's team should have been back half a day ago, and a recon showed no sign of them, although the villagers are going about their business as usual. None of their hailings have received any response, so John's team is going in to shake things up.
That's usually what they do since John's change. For some reason, a man with blue skin and reptilian eyes doesn't go down well with the natives.
By the time Elizabeth lets John go through the gate, things are usually pretty bad.
And this time, he's determined there's going to be serious trouble. Teyla went with Lorne's team.
She's missing too.
Light motion track watch. Move turn sight chase. Fear rank catch grip. Drag rough clench snarl.
The villagers turn out to be Wraith worshippers. Teyla, Lorne, and company were to be their next sacrifice - the Wraith are already on their way - after they winkled out the address of Atlantis.
They find Teyla and Lorne's team half-out of their bonds anyway, but leave the planet immediately. Almost immediately.
John comes close to disembowelling the leader - a skinny, unkempt guy whose reek offends John's nose. In the end, both Teyla and Rodney call him back from cold-blooded murder, leaving the coming Wraith to exact vengeance from the locals. Still, John keeps pace alongside Teyla all the way back to Atlantis and the infirmary.
--
"Carson pronounced me in fine health, Colonel," she reminds him as he follows her through to her quarters, drawn by something he can't hold back. Protectiveness intersects with desire and the Iratus instinct doesn't listen to John's human reason. "I am not in need of a keeper."
"I am." His voice is rough - rough as the fingers that brush the smooth skin of her spine. Dark lightning slithers through his veins. He shouldn't. The man he used to be, wouldn't. But John is no longer just that man.
He can smell her uncertainty like a cloud, but if her pulse skipped a beat and is quickening slightly, she's got herself under control. He wishes he could be more sure of his own control, splintering beneath his unrepentant need.
"Perhaps you'd better come in, Colonel." She doesn't run from him, which is a relief. Fear and flight would excite the hunter in him.
As it is, the doors slide shut and John's on her, through her unresisting defences, his mouth on her lips, his hands on her skin. And if Teyla takes a moment to respond, she doesn't fight him off as he eases her closer against him. Her mouth gives way to his and her fingers skim leathery ridges as though John was human again.
Skin bare warm smooth. Scent ripe sweet fierce. Smile wide easy bright. Wet slow sigh come.
In the end, John is taken just as much as he possesses.
- fin -