Fic: Sparring Session - Telya/Lorne Adult
For the teyla_lorne Mini-thing. I'm quite late and I'm hoping havocthecat enjoys the story. She asked for Sparring, Lorne and Teyla in a happy relationship and/or their teams together on a mission.
Title: Sparring Session
Author: Courser (shutthef_up)
Rating: NC-17 (probably closer to R, but YMMV)
Pairing: Teyla/Lorne
Spoilers: None
*Warnings*: None
Word Count: 1,942
A/N: Many thanks to surrealphantast for the speedy and helpful beta job. Apologies for my lateness. Work has just been a killer, but I'm off now for the next 2 weeks! I think I hit one and possibly two of havocthecat's requests.
Lorne feinted to the right, hoping to catch his opponent with her guard down. Instead, the whirling stick came down sharply on his wrist, effectively paralyzing it. His fighting stick fell from numb fingers as he brought up his left, parrying a blow that would have driven him to his knees. He barely managed to meet the next few strikes, but knew it was all over for him. No big surprise. When he tried for a strategic retreat, a stick came seemingly from nowhere, rapping him hard behind the knee of his weight-bearing leg and he went down. The moment his knees hit the floor, he was forced back and his opponent dropped her weight squarely onto his pelvis.
“Oof.” The sound pushed out of Lorne’s mouth. Teyla was heavier than she looked, a solid package of muscle and sinew.
“You are distracted today, Evan,” she said, not quite chiding him. One corner of her mouth turned up and she cocked a brow as she looked down at him. She leaned over and took part of her weight on her hands, now on either side of Lorne’s head.
“A little hungover, maybe,” Lorne allowed, meeting her eyes and ignoring the fact that her breasts were only inches from his chest. But he could smell her sweat, the scent rising from dark space between them. It was heady, musky and slightly sweet. He ignored that too.
“Ah,” she replied, pursing her lips then dropping her head near his neck and inhaling deeply.
Lorne closed his eyes and visualized a Wraith warrior as her breasts brushed against him. It really wouldn’t do to respond to her. This meant nothing to her while he didn’t want to think about how long it’d been since he’d been intimate with anything besides his own hand.
“And yet, you smell only faintly of alcohol.
Most of the time Evan was able to forget that Teyla was a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who could kick his ass six ways to Sunday if she had a mind to. She was also a valued member of his CO’s team.
“Bad?” Lorne asked. He couldn’t turn his head to check for himself without bringing his face way too close to Teyla’s.
She rocked back. “Not bad. Like a man who has spent a day at honest labor.”
Evan couldn’t help picturing a sweaty farmhand. “Is that good?”
Teyla shifted back and rose smoothly to her feet, extending her hand to help him up.
“It is… not bad,” Teyla said, her mouth quirking in a way that told Lorne she was having a bit of fun with him.
He took her hand and got his feet under him, letting her take part of his weight as he stood. To do anything else would be an insult.
“I guess that’s good then. Wouldn’t want to be… bad,” Lorne replied as he faced her in the formal closing of the session. They bowed to each other formally.
Lorne moved away and picked up his towel, wiping at the sweat on his face. He would have liked to strip his shirt off and wipe at his chest and armpits. Would have too, if he’d been on a real military base with military personnel. Teyla probably wouldn’t mind all that much, but Evan would.
“Evan, may I ask a… personal question?” Teyla’s voice broke into his thoughts.
He froze, turning his eyes on her, “I guess, sure.”
“You do not… look at me like most of the other military men. Why is that?” Teyla asked, clearly choosing her words carefully.
“Um… I’m not sure what you mean.” Lorne could feel blood rushing to his face. He looked at the stained glass window and hoped she’d think it was the exercise.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but I am curious. Some of the men have no interest in women, but I sense you aren’t one of them,” she said frankly, moving into his peripheral vision.
“What? I, uh… okay, no. But I’m still not sure what this is about,” Lorne said, not terribly surprised that there were gays in the ranks, but surprised that Teyla would mention it.
“Most men… look… when I take them in the way I took you just now,” Teyla stepped directly in front of him and looked pointedly down at her chest before looking back up at him. Evan let his eyes follow hers to the curve of the tops of her breasts and the fragrant space between them.
He smiled self-consciously and chuckled a little. “Oh, uh… well, I’m not supposed to, am I?” Realizing that he was asking a rhetorical question of the wrong person, he answered himself. “I mean, I’m not. Supposed to look.”
God, he sounded like an idiot. Not to mention Teyla’s use of the word ‘take’ had given his nether regions ideas they shouldn’t be having. Beyond that, Teyla was a confident, capable woman. Why the hell did she care if he looked or not?
“Is this related to your military’s rules against… intimate relations between warriors?” Teyla asked, putting her foot up on a bench to tie her shoes and exposing the tan expanse of her leg. Lorne looked this time. He cleared his throat.
“Basically yeah. Because if I-you… a guy looks, then other things tend to notice and that would be… bad.”
“Bad? Why? It is a simple physical response. It’s… natural,” Teyla replied, putting just a bit of heat into her words.
“Well, it might be natural, but… acting on it would be… complicated. Besides, if you didn’t kick my ass, Colonel Sheppard certainly would. Probably worse.”
Teyla put her foot down and straightened her spine. “Colonel Sheppard does not choose my lovers, Evan. I do.”
Evan’s mouth fell open. He had no idea how to respond to that. Was she actually suggesting…? No, she couldn’t be. They were still speaking in generalities, right?
As if in answer to his confusion, Teyla bore him down to the mat again, her knees on either side of his hips and her breasts near his chest. Just a downward glance would give him a lovely view. And the way she smelled. Musky and sexy and… aroused? He had to be imagining that part.
“Teyla?” He asked as she settled herself firmly on his hips.
“Can you control the doors as Colonel Sheppard does?” Teyla’s brows arched provocatively as she pressed firmly against his groin.
“Uh, some of ‘em, yeah,” Evan replied slowly, trying to keep from reacting to her.
“Please secure this door, then. Now,” she ordered. With a quick thought, he did so. He didn’t even have to really concentrate anymore.
“Okay, now what?” His brows knitted in concentration, trying to keep things under control south of the border. It was becoming increasingly difficult. Teyla’s warmth was seeping into him through his thin workout pants. Just the idea that this beautiful, strong woman might want him only made it more challenging.
Teyla didn’t answer, merely giving him one of her enigmatic smiles as she leaned down and put her lips to his throat. Warm and moist, they toyed with the thin, sensitive skin. Evan could hear her inhale, taking in his scent as she moved around to just below an ear. On a low moan, he broke, his body reacting strongly to the sensations Teyla was creating.
Teyla sighed against his skin when she felt him harden under her. Evan’s hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs stroking the silky skin. She moved on him more firmly and her lips trailed down his jaw to his mouth. Kissing him lightly, Teyla’s tongue flicked out to tease and tantalize, until Evan wanted nothing more than to grab her head and plunder her mouth. Instead, he gripped her thighs, fingers dimpling her flesh, and thrust against her heat. Teyla gasped against his mouth, so he did it again.
“Two can play this game, Teyla,” he whispered, moving against her.
She pulled back to meet his eyes, “True. It is a pleasure for both, is it not?”
Her expression was playful but her pupils were dilated, making her eyes even darker. Sexier. Her hands crept under his shirt and splayed across his stomach. Anticipating her touch, his dick twitched. Teyla answered it with a little jerk of her own.
“Oh, yeah,” Evan breathed. Teyla’s hands drifted upward, coming to rest on his chest, combing through the sparse hair. She leaned over and kissed him. Fully this time, her lips parting over his, tongue darting inside to taste. Evan returned the favor as she ground down on his erection and moved with intent.
Reaching up, he found the tie holding Teyla’s hair back and released it. Smelling of the exotic herbs Evan associated with the Athosians, it fell in a fragrant curtain around his face. Teyla’s fingers found his nipples and did wicked things to them. His body found a familiar rhythm as they ground together on the floor of the practice room.
It had been so long and felt so incredibly good that Evan was taken by surprise when he realized he was on the verge of climax.
“Ah! Stop, Teyla… please, I’m, uh,” he gasped, pulling his mouth away from hers.
She glanced quickly at his face before whispering one word near his ear and drawing her nails over his nipples.
“Spill.”
Later, Evan would marvel that he’d responded to the word just as predictably as if she’d uttered something he was more familiar with. His body had instantly parsed the erotic meaning before his brain even registered what she’d said. Later, Teyla would teach him many other Athosian words of love until they rolled off his tongue almost as easily as they did hers.
Teyla watched Evan’s face as his release rolled over him, moving to enhance the moment. His scent was intoxicating and fired her blood, but now was not the time for her pleasure. She was patient and could wait. Smiling, she felt her body tighten at the thought of taking him inside her.
“Shit. Teyla, I’m sorry-” Evan began when he was capable of speech. Teyla silenced him with a finger on his lips.
“Do not be sorry. It was what I wanted,” she said, rising to her feet.
“I get that, but… why? You couldn’t have, uh, gotten much out of… that,” Evan winced as he pulled the damp fabric away from his privates.
“On the contrary, I gained much from it,” Teyla handed him a towel and smiled. “I got to watch you. Giving you release now will make our joining later much more… relaxed.”
“Later,” Evan repeated, smiling. “Yeah, I can do later. Are you sure you don’t want a little something now?” He licked his lips suggestively.
“Are you not expected on duty at 0900?”
“Fuck! Yeah, I am!” He sprang to his feet. “Sheppard’s gonna kill me.”
“He will not. I have already told him of my… intentions,” Teyla said.
“What?! Why?”
“I did not want to appear to be ‘going behind his back’ as you might say. If he discovered we are lovers after the fact, it could be… awkward for both of us.”
Even couldn’t really argue with her logic. “What did he say?”
“He wished me luck and told me to tell you that if you make me unhappy you will replace him in… Antarctica. I assume that is an undesirable posting?”
Evan smiled and took her in his arms. “Hell yeah. Coldest place on Earth. Guess I’d better keep you happy.”
Teyla kissed him, “I look forward to it. My quarters after your duties?”
“Absolutely. Can’t wait,” he replied.
~~fin~~
Title: Sparring Session
Author: Courser (shutthef_up)
Rating: NC-17 (probably closer to R, but YMMV)
Pairing: Teyla/Lorne
Spoilers: None
*Warnings*: None
Word Count: 1,942
A/N: Many thanks to surrealphantast for the speedy and helpful beta job. Apologies for my lateness. Work has just been a killer, but I'm off now for the next 2 weeks! I think I hit one and possibly two of havocthecat's requests.
Lorne feinted to the right, hoping to catch his opponent with her guard down. Instead, the whirling stick came down sharply on his wrist, effectively paralyzing it. His fighting stick fell from numb fingers as he brought up his left, parrying a blow that would have driven him to his knees. He barely managed to meet the next few strikes, but knew it was all over for him. No big surprise. When he tried for a strategic retreat, a stick came seemingly from nowhere, rapping him hard behind the knee of his weight-bearing leg and he went down. The moment his knees hit the floor, he was forced back and his opponent dropped her weight squarely onto his pelvis.
“Oof.” The sound pushed out of Lorne’s mouth. Teyla was heavier than she looked, a solid package of muscle and sinew.
“You are distracted today, Evan,” she said, not quite chiding him. One corner of her mouth turned up and she cocked a brow as she looked down at him. She leaned over and took part of her weight on her hands, now on either side of Lorne’s head.
“A little hungover, maybe,” Lorne allowed, meeting her eyes and ignoring the fact that her breasts were only inches from his chest. But he could smell her sweat, the scent rising from dark space between them. It was heady, musky and slightly sweet. He ignored that too.
“Ah,” she replied, pursing her lips then dropping her head near his neck and inhaling deeply.
Lorne closed his eyes and visualized a Wraith warrior as her breasts brushed against him. It really wouldn’t do to respond to her. This meant nothing to her while he didn’t want to think about how long it’d been since he’d been intimate with anything besides his own hand.
“And yet, you smell only faintly of alcohol.
Most of the time Evan was able to forget that Teyla was a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who could kick his ass six ways to Sunday if she had a mind to. She was also a valued member of his CO’s team.
“Bad?” Lorne asked. He couldn’t turn his head to check for himself without bringing his face way too close to Teyla’s.
She rocked back. “Not bad. Like a man who has spent a day at honest labor.”
Evan couldn’t help picturing a sweaty farmhand. “Is that good?”
Teyla shifted back and rose smoothly to her feet, extending her hand to help him up.
“It is… not bad,” Teyla said, her mouth quirking in a way that told Lorne she was having a bit of fun with him.
He took her hand and got his feet under him, letting her take part of his weight as he stood. To do anything else would be an insult.
“I guess that’s good then. Wouldn’t want to be… bad,” Lorne replied as he faced her in the formal closing of the session. They bowed to each other formally.
Lorne moved away and picked up his towel, wiping at the sweat on his face. He would have liked to strip his shirt off and wipe at his chest and armpits. Would have too, if he’d been on a real military base with military personnel. Teyla probably wouldn’t mind all that much, but Evan would.
“Evan, may I ask a… personal question?” Teyla’s voice broke into his thoughts.
He froze, turning his eyes on her, “I guess, sure.”
“You do not… look at me like most of the other military men. Why is that?” Teyla asked, clearly choosing her words carefully.
“Um… I’m not sure what you mean.” Lorne could feel blood rushing to his face. He looked at the stained glass window and hoped she’d think it was the exercise.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but I am curious. Some of the men have no interest in women, but I sense you aren’t one of them,” she said frankly, moving into his peripheral vision.
“What? I, uh… okay, no. But I’m still not sure what this is about,” Lorne said, not terribly surprised that there were gays in the ranks, but surprised that Teyla would mention it.
“Most men… look… when I take them in the way I took you just now,” Teyla stepped directly in front of him and looked pointedly down at her chest before looking back up at him. Evan let his eyes follow hers to the curve of the tops of her breasts and the fragrant space between them.
He smiled self-consciously and chuckled a little. “Oh, uh… well, I’m not supposed to, am I?” Realizing that he was asking a rhetorical question of the wrong person, he answered himself. “I mean, I’m not. Supposed to look.”
God, he sounded like an idiot. Not to mention Teyla’s use of the word ‘take’ had given his nether regions ideas they shouldn’t be having. Beyond that, Teyla was a confident, capable woman. Why the hell did she care if he looked or not?
“Is this related to your military’s rules against… intimate relations between warriors?” Teyla asked, putting her foot up on a bench to tie her shoes and exposing the tan expanse of her leg. Lorne looked this time. He cleared his throat.
“Basically yeah. Because if I-you… a guy looks, then other things tend to notice and that would be… bad.”
“Bad? Why? It is a simple physical response. It’s… natural,” Teyla replied, putting just a bit of heat into her words.
“Well, it might be natural, but… acting on it would be… complicated. Besides, if you didn’t kick my ass, Colonel Sheppard certainly would. Probably worse.”
Teyla put her foot down and straightened her spine. “Colonel Sheppard does not choose my lovers, Evan. I do.”
Evan’s mouth fell open. He had no idea how to respond to that. Was she actually suggesting…? No, she couldn’t be. They were still speaking in generalities, right?
As if in answer to his confusion, Teyla bore him down to the mat again, her knees on either side of his hips and her breasts near his chest. Just a downward glance would give him a lovely view. And the way she smelled. Musky and sexy and… aroused? He had to be imagining that part.
“Teyla?” He asked as she settled herself firmly on his hips.
“Can you control the doors as Colonel Sheppard does?” Teyla’s brows arched provocatively as she pressed firmly against his groin.
“Uh, some of ‘em, yeah,” Evan replied slowly, trying to keep from reacting to her.
“Please secure this door, then. Now,” she ordered. With a quick thought, he did so. He didn’t even have to really concentrate anymore.
“Okay, now what?” His brows knitted in concentration, trying to keep things under control south of the border. It was becoming increasingly difficult. Teyla’s warmth was seeping into him through his thin workout pants. Just the idea that this beautiful, strong woman might want him only made it more challenging.
Teyla didn’t answer, merely giving him one of her enigmatic smiles as she leaned down and put her lips to his throat. Warm and moist, they toyed with the thin, sensitive skin. Evan could hear her inhale, taking in his scent as she moved around to just below an ear. On a low moan, he broke, his body reacting strongly to the sensations Teyla was creating.
Teyla sighed against his skin when she felt him harden under her. Evan’s hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs stroking the silky skin. She moved on him more firmly and her lips trailed down his jaw to his mouth. Kissing him lightly, Teyla’s tongue flicked out to tease and tantalize, until Evan wanted nothing more than to grab her head and plunder her mouth. Instead, he gripped her thighs, fingers dimpling her flesh, and thrust against her heat. Teyla gasped against his mouth, so he did it again.
“Two can play this game, Teyla,” he whispered, moving against her.
She pulled back to meet his eyes, “True. It is a pleasure for both, is it not?”
Her expression was playful but her pupils were dilated, making her eyes even darker. Sexier. Her hands crept under his shirt and splayed across his stomach. Anticipating her touch, his dick twitched. Teyla answered it with a little jerk of her own.
“Oh, yeah,” Evan breathed. Teyla’s hands drifted upward, coming to rest on his chest, combing through the sparse hair. She leaned over and kissed him. Fully this time, her lips parting over his, tongue darting inside to taste. Evan returned the favor as she ground down on his erection and moved with intent.
Reaching up, he found the tie holding Teyla’s hair back and released it. Smelling of the exotic herbs Evan associated with the Athosians, it fell in a fragrant curtain around his face. Teyla’s fingers found his nipples and did wicked things to them. His body found a familiar rhythm as they ground together on the floor of the practice room.
It had been so long and felt so incredibly good that Evan was taken by surprise when he realized he was on the verge of climax.
“Ah! Stop, Teyla… please, I’m, uh,” he gasped, pulling his mouth away from hers.
She glanced quickly at his face before whispering one word near his ear and drawing her nails over his nipples.
“Spill.”
Later, Evan would marvel that he’d responded to the word just as predictably as if she’d uttered something he was more familiar with. His body had instantly parsed the erotic meaning before his brain even registered what she’d said. Later, Teyla would teach him many other Athosian words of love until they rolled off his tongue almost as easily as they did hers.
Teyla watched Evan’s face as his release rolled over him, moving to enhance the moment. His scent was intoxicating and fired her blood, but now was not the time for her pleasure. She was patient and could wait. Smiling, she felt her body tighten at the thought of taking him inside her.
“Shit. Teyla, I’m sorry-” Evan began when he was capable of speech. Teyla silenced him with a finger on his lips.
“Do not be sorry. It was what I wanted,” she said, rising to her feet.
“I get that, but… why? You couldn’t have, uh, gotten much out of… that,” Evan winced as he pulled the damp fabric away from his privates.
“On the contrary, I gained much from it,” Teyla handed him a towel and smiled. “I got to watch you. Giving you release now will make our joining later much more… relaxed.”
“Later,” Evan repeated, smiling. “Yeah, I can do later. Are you sure you don’t want a little something now?” He licked his lips suggestively.
“Are you not expected on duty at 0900?”
“Fuck! Yeah, I am!” He sprang to his feet. “Sheppard’s gonna kill me.”
“He will not. I have already told him of my… intentions,” Teyla said.
“What?! Why?”
“I did not want to appear to be ‘going behind his back’ as you might say. If he discovered we are lovers after the fact, it could be… awkward for both of us.”
Even couldn’t really argue with her logic. “What did he say?”
“He wished me luck and told me to tell you that if you make me unhappy you will replace him in… Antarctica. I assume that is an undesirable posting?”
Evan smiled and took her in his arms. “Hell yeah. Coldest place on Earth. Guess I’d better keep you happy.”
Teyla kissed him, “I look forward to it. My quarters after your duties?”
“Absolutely. Can’t wait,” he replied.
~~fin~~