Stargate Atlantis, John & Teyla; Sexual Response: Orgasm
Title: Tea for Two: Orgasm
Author/Artist:sjhw_tolerance
Theme: Sexual Response: Orgasm
Rating:Adult
Tea for Two: Orgasm
John gave up one night stands rather quickly after his divorce, the sexual freedom not as liberating-or as fulfilling-as he remembered. Or maybe he just became more selective. And he likes Teyla too much-and respects her enough-that he doesn’t want her to become the ultimate one night stand; but when she kisses him with more passion than he can ever remember receiving from something as simple as a kiss, all his good intentions disappear in her passionate embrace.
Even if his mind is somewhat reluctant, his body knows exactly what to do and he’s kissing her with all the pent-up emotion and ferocity of his hidden desire for her mingled with the keen sense of desperation he’s felt ever since their expulsion from Atlantis was announced. He wonders why she has decided that this is the right time for them when the timing seems so very wrong and then he can’t think at all because her hands are touching and stroking him in ways that he cannot ignore.
He fumbles with the unfamiliar fastenings of her top and skirt, cursing softly at the lacings that have him all thumbs. Her chuckle is low and throaty and his hands drop away as she straightens up. Her hair is mussed from his hands and her eyes peek at him from underneath her lashes when she reaches behind her neck, loosening the fastening on the burgundy top. His mouth is dry and he swallows hard when it slides down over her breasts; her hands move again and the scrap of material is tossed aside.
John discovers he can’t wait any longer and has her back in his arms, lowering her to the floor. She clutches at his shoulders and he holds her with one arm and tugs at the side laces on her skirt, gratified when with what is undoubtedly more luck than skill, they come loose. The skirt sweeps down and off in a long caress, her skin as silky as the clinging material that lies discarded on the floor.
His eyes rove greedily over her body, she is beautiful and he wonders why they waited so long…until it’s too late. Before he can remind himself of all the reasons why making love to her is a mistake, John kisses her, plundering her mouth until they’re both gasping for breath. Rearing back, John rips his shirt off over his head, pleased and not at all surprised when Teyla suddenly becomes the aggressor again.
John smiles tightly when her hand presses against his chest and he lets her push him down onto his back. His fingers tangle with hers at his belt, and with far more grace than he showed with her clothing, she has him stripped in mere moments.
“Teyla.” He barely recognizes his voice when he growls her name, his hands stroking up and down her firm thighs when she straddles his thighs.
“Yes, John?” Her voice is a low purr and with one slim hand braced on his chest, she presses an all too brief kiss against his lips.
He reaches for her again when she straightens up, intending to question her regarding this extraordinary tea ceremony, but then she’s touching him even more intimately and at the feel of her hand on him, everything he thinks he should say to her is lost in a low groan of desire. Words and tea cease to matter when she takes him into her, everything that matters between them can be expressed in the give and take of lovers, moving as one.
Author/Artist:sjhw_tolerance
Theme: Sexual Response: Orgasm
Rating:Adult
Tea for Two: Orgasm
John gave up one night stands rather quickly after his divorce, the sexual freedom not as liberating-or as fulfilling-as he remembered. Or maybe he just became more selective. And he likes Teyla too much-and respects her enough-that he doesn’t want her to become the ultimate one night stand; but when she kisses him with more passion than he can ever remember receiving from something as simple as a kiss, all his good intentions disappear in her passionate embrace.
Even if his mind is somewhat reluctant, his body knows exactly what to do and he’s kissing her with all the pent-up emotion and ferocity of his hidden desire for her mingled with the keen sense of desperation he’s felt ever since their expulsion from Atlantis was announced. He wonders why she has decided that this is the right time for them when the timing seems so very wrong and then he can’t think at all because her hands are touching and stroking him in ways that he cannot ignore.
He fumbles with the unfamiliar fastenings of her top and skirt, cursing softly at the lacings that have him all thumbs. Her chuckle is low and throaty and his hands drop away as she straightens up. Her hair is mussed from his hands and her eyes peek at him from underneath her lashes when she reaches behind her neck, loosening the fastening on the burgundy top. His mouth is dry and he swallows hard when it slides down over her breasts; her hands move again and the scrap of material is tossed aside.
John discovers he can’t wait any longer and has her back in his arms, lowering her to the floor. She clutches at his shoulders and he holds her with one arm and tugs at the side laces on her skirt, gratified when with what is undoubtedly more luck than skill, they come loose. The skirt sweeps down and off in a long caress, her skin as silky as the clinging material that lies discarded on the floor.
His eyes rove greedily over her body, she is beautiful and he wonders why they waited so long…until it’s too late. Before he can remind himself of all the reasons why making love to her is a mistake, John kisses her, plundering her mouth until they’re both gasping for breath. Rearing back, John rips his shirt off over his head, pleased and not at all surprised when Teyla suddenly becomes the aggressor again.
John smiles tightly when her hand presses against his chest and he lets her push him down onto his back. His fingers tangle with hers at his belt, and with far more grace than he showed with her clothing, she has him stripped in mere moments.
“Teyla.” He barely recognizes his voice when he growls her name, his hands stroking up and down her firm thighs when she straddles his thighs.
“Yes, John?” Her voice is a low purr and with one slim hand braced on his chest, she presses an all too brief kiss against his lips.
He reaches for her again when she straightens up, intending to question her regarding this extraordinary tea ceremony, but then she’s touching him even more intimately and at the feel of her hand on him, everything he thinks he should say to her is lost in a low groan of desire. Words and tea cease to matter when she takes him into her, everything that matters between them can be expressed in the give and take of lovers, moving as one.