Dance With Me (1/2)
Title: Dance With Me
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: John/Teyla
Word count: 975
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Stargate franchise, unfortunately.
Summary: Pointless Sheyla fluff. I enjoy it.
John didn’t know why the song was on this CD. He didn’t particularly like or dislike it; he wasn’t really an Orleans kind of guy, but it wasn’t terrible, he supposed. But still, why would he have put it on a CD?
“What is this song?” Teyla stood, her head tilted slightly to one side, eyes slightly narrowed as she listened.
“It’s called ‘Dance With Me’,” he responded. “The band is called Orleans. They’re named after a city back on Earth.”
“I have not heard it before,” she said after a moment, drifting towards the CD player in the corner of John’s quarters. “I thought that we had listened to all of your music.” She looked up at him from across the room. “Did you get more of these CDs from Earth?”
John shook his head. “No, and I really couldn’t tell you where the song came from.” He shrugged. “They’re not really a favorite band of mine. It’s okay, I guess.”
“I like it,” Teyla offered, smiling. “What sort of dance would accompany this song?”
John blinked. “Dance?” he repeated, squinting his eyes a little. “Um, well, I don’t know. I’m not really a dancing kind of guy.”
Teyla smiled and stepped towards him. “But the song is called ‘Dance With Me,’ is it not?”
“Yes,” he agreed cautiously. “It doesn’t really have its own dance, though. It’s just, it’s like…” John trailed off, noticing that Teyla was walking towards him, still smiling.
“Then dance with me,” she said simply, offering her hand to him. John gaped at her, his brain telling him to back away but his feet, his stupid traitorous feet, left him standing next to her.
“Teyla, I don’t dance,” he said again, a little nervously this time. He tried to give her a smile, but felt the strain in it as he did. She merely stood there, hand held out, and John realized that this was something that he would not be able to get out of. Sighing, he ignored her hands and put his hands around her waist, drawing her to him. Teyla blinked up at him, surprised, and he grinned down at her, a real smile this time.
“This is Earth dancing,” he said. “Well, it’s one kind of Earth dancing. There are other kinds, fancier kinds, but this is the only kind I can manage.”
Teyla stood still, slightly awkwardly, with her hands hesitantly on his hips. John smiled down at her again, eyes crinkling at the edges, and pulled her hands up to loop around his shoulders. They swayed from side to side, turning in a slow circle by the window.
The song had ended, blended seamlessly into another song that John knew he’d never heard before. It also had something to do with dancing, and was more upbeat than the last, but they continued their slow movement. Teyla’s original uneasiness had faded away; she now had her hands joined behind his neck, and was swaying with him, looking lost in thought.
“What’re you thinking?” John asked, gazing down at her. She blinked up at him, the faraway look in her eyes suddenly clearing, and quietly smiled.
“Why do you not dance?” she asked in response. John blinked. That wasn’t what he’d been expecting to hear.
“I, erm, well, I’m not very good at it,” he said by way of explanation. “It takes a lot of time to learn how to be a good dancer. I never had that kind of extra time.” And dancing’s probably the last thing I would’ve done if I did, he added silently.
“I think that you dance very well,” Teyla replied softly, laying her head on his chest. John responded by pulling her even more tightly to him, his arms encircling her waist. They swayed together, still standing in the fading light from the window, until the room had descended almost entirely into darkness.
The music had long since ended, but neither noticed until the door to John’s quarters suddenly slid open and Rodney came rushing in. Teyla made to move back from John, but he kept his arms around her waist, so she ended up twisting slightly in his embrace to see who had entered.
“Colonel Sheppard, have you seen my mix CD? I made it for a date with this cute new scientist from Earth. I heard that she likes to dance, so I figured it could be really romantic if I made a dance CD, and the acoustics in my lab and my quarters are just terrible, so I came in here to borrow your CD player to test it out, only I think I left the CD…” Rodney finally trailed off, noticing the couple by the window for the first time. “Oh, Teyla. Um, hello, I didn’t see you there.” He rocked back on his heels, taking in rather quickly the glare that John was sending his way and the faint tinge in Teyla’s cheeks.
“I’ll just, um, I’ll come back later,” Rodney babbled, backpedaling towards the door. “Better yet, no worries, keep it. I’ll burn another one.”
Teyla laughed quietly as the doors slid shut again. She turned back around and looked up at John, who was looking down at her, an amused smile on his face.
“It seems that Dr. McKay has given us a gift,” Teyla said indicating the CD in the stereo system. “Shall we take advantage of it again?”
John’s smile spread and he walked to the stereo, hitting the play button. Orleans filled the air again as Teyla walked towards him. They resumed their swaying, holding tightly to each other, as the music played, and John made a mental note to thank Rodney for his unexpected - and, apparently, unintended - gift. John might not be a fan of dancing in general, but he was definitely a fan of dancing with Teyla.
Part Two: Athosian Dancing
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: John/Teyla
Word count: 975
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Stargate franchise, unfortunately.
Summary: Pointless Sheyla fluff. I enjoy it.
John didn’t know why the song was on this CD. He didn’t particularly like or dislike it; he wasn’t really an Orleans kind of guy, but it wasn’t terrible, he supposed. But still, why would he have put it on a CD?
“What is this song?” Teyla stood, her head tilted slightly to one side, eyes slightly narrowed as she listened.
“It’s called ‘Dance With Me’,” he responded. “The band is called Orleans. They’re named after a city back on Earth.”
“I have not heard it before,” she said after a moment, drifting towards the CD player in the corner of John’s quarters. “I thought that we had listened to all of your music.” She looked up at him from across the room. “Did you get more of these CDs from Earth?”
John shook his head. “No, and I really couldn’t tell you where the song came from.” He shrugged. “They’re not really a favorite band of mine. It’s okay, I guess.”
“I like it,” Teyla offered, smiling. “What sort of dance would accompany this song?”
John blinked. “Dance?” he repeated, squinting his eyes a little. “Um, well, I don’t know. I’m not really a dancing kind of guy.”
Teyla smiled and stepped towards him. “But the song is called ‘Dance With Me,’ is it not?”
“Yes,” he agreed cautiously. “It doesn’t really have its own dance, though. It’s just, it’s like…” John trailed off, noticing that Teyla was walking towards him, still smiling.
“Then dance with me,” she said simply, offering her hand to him. John gaped at her, his brain telling him to back away but his feet, his stupid traitorous feet, left him standing next to her.
“Teyla, I don’t dance,” he said again, a little nervously this time. He tried to give her a smile, but felt the strain in it as he did. She merely stood there, hand held out, and John realized that this was something that he would not be able to get out of. Sighing, he ignored her hands and put his hands around her waist, drawing her to him. Teyla blinked up at him, surprised, and he grinned down at her, a real smile this time.
“This is Earth dancing,” he said. “Well, it’s one kind of Earth dancing. There are other kinds, fancier kinds, but this is the only kind I can manage.”
Teyla stood still, slightly awkwardly, with her hands hesitantly on his hips. John smiled down at her again, eyes crinkling at the edges, and pulled her hands up to loop around his shoulders. They swayed from side to side, turning in a slow circle by the window.
The song had ended, blended seamlessly into another song that John knew he’d never heard before. It also had something to do with dancing, and was more upbeat than the last, but they continued their slow movement. Teyla’s original uneasiness had faded away; she now had her hands joined behind his neck, and was swaying with him, looking lost in thought.
“What’re you thinking?” John asked, gazing down at her. She blinked up at him, the faraway look in her eyes suddenly clearing, and quietly smiled.
“Why do you not dance?” she asked in response. John blinked. That wasn’t what he’d been expecting to hear.
“I, erm, well, I’m not very good at it,” he said by way of explanation. “It takes a lot of time to learn how to be a good dancer. I never had that kind of extra time.” And dancing’s probably the last thing I would’ve done if I did, he added silently.
“I think that you dance very well,” Teyla replied softly, laying her head on his chest. John responded by pulling her even more tightly to him, his arms encircling her waist. They swayed together, still standing in the fading light from the window, until the room had descended almost entirely into darkness.
The music had long since ended, but neither noticed until the door to John’s quarters suddenly slid open and Rodney came rushing in. Teyla made to move back from John, but he kept his arms around her waist, so she ended up twisting slightly in his embrace to see who had entered.
“Colonel Sheppard, have you seen my mix CD? I made it for a date with this cute new scientist from Earth. I heard that she likes to dance, so I figured it could be really romantic if I made a dance CD, and the acoustics in my lab and my quarters are just terrible, so I came in here to borrow your CD player to test it out, only I think I left the CD…” Rodney finally trailed off, noticing the couple by the window for the first time. “Oh, Teyla. Um, hello, I didn’t see you there.” He rocked back on his heels, taking in rather quickly the glare that John was sending his way and the faint tinge in Teyla’s cheeks.
“I’ll just, um, I’ll come back later,” Rodney babbled, backpedaling towards the door. “Better yet, no worries, keep it. I’ll burn another one.”
Teyla laughed quietly as the doors slid shut again. She turned back around and looked up at John, who was looking down at her, an amused smile on his face.
“It seems that Dr. McKay has given us a gift,” Teyla said indicating the CD in the stereo system. “Shall we take advantage of it again?”
John’s smile spread and he walked to the stereo, hitting the play button. Orleans filled the air again as Teyla walked towards him. They resumed their swaying, holding tightly to each other, as the music played, and John made a mental note to thank Rodney for his unexpected - and, apparently, unintended - gift. John might not be a fan of dancing in general, but he was definitely a fan of dancing with Teyla.
Part Two: Athosian Dancing