FIC- Ties That Bind, [NC-17], 8/?, J/T, C/W
Title: Ties That Bind
Author: Sanssong
Date: 06/19/2006
Part: 8/?
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter)
Pairings: John/Teyla, Caldwell/Weir (implied)
Characters: John, Teyla, Weir, Carson, Rodney, Ronon, Peoal Baat, Heilene Baat.
Category: Novella
Genre: Action Romance Drama Smut Relationship
Warnings: Adult Sexual Situations, Sexual Language, Language
Archiving: STF, STF LJ, JTC, GW LJ, Atlantis Lovers LJ, Atlantis Fic, Wraithbait, Gate of Dreams, Heliopolis, All others, please ask.
Summary: Bonding Day!
The Bonding Celebration took several more hours to wind down to the point that John could get Teyla out of there and to himself. He may not have chosen the day, but he’d be damned if something was stirring in him and he didn’t feel every inch the newly-wed husband.
He couldn’t look at Teyla without waves of emotion and longing washing through him. It wasn’t helping that in her clingy off-the-shoulders wedding dress, she was a vision of beauty he’d never thought to see. Her hair was caught up with only a few tendrils free to caress her face and neck the way he longed to do himself.
Frightening in its intensity, the bonding was pulling out all the feelings he had been struggling to deny for months and cresting them to tsunami proportions. He’d never been more alive and raw and… hungry… in his entire life.
They sat close, fingers entwined, during the private Tran ride back to the Atlantian delegation’s quarters. Neither could help touching the other, it was a physical need growing stronger in both of them by the minute. Neither spoke.
The Tran glided smoothly to a stop in front of the private garden entrance. No prying eyes to spoil the first intimate moments of the bonded. The driver hopped out from the front and opened their door. Neither John nor Teyla noticed him as they exited.
The driver for his part didn’t seem surprised by their rude behavior- it was always the same with couples after the bonding ceremony. No one in the world existed but the other. He laughed to himself. It was the same for him and his life-mate.
After opening the door to the garden, the driver left them.
Without warning, John swept Teyla up in his arms and carried her through the door into the gardens. He swore he’d never be corny enough to carry his wife over the threshold, there were some traditions that needed to die away, and that was one of them. Yet, here he was, so entranced by her beauty and allure, he could think of nothing more satisfying than carrying her to bed.
Teyla’s heart was beating much faster than normal. The combination of nervous anxiety over their fate as a bonded couple, uncertainty of John’s true feelings for her and his warm skin touching hers conspired to leave her breathless and weak in the knees. Not a condition she was used to. It was almost too much.
“John…”
Teyla spoke just as he swung her down on her feet. Before she could protest he covered her mouth with his for a ravenous kiss. Teyla felt his hunger feed her own and met his lips with matching intensity. Only when the niggling sense, that they were not in their own quarters, surface in her mind did she pull reluctantly away.
“John, we must…”
“I know,” he answered and picked her up again, holding her secure against him till he had them in his room. Only then, did he let her slide slowly down the length of his body.
“We must talk,” Teyla managed, breathless, her hands still threaded though his dark, soft hair.
John stilled.
What had he been thinking? In his fevered desire to have her, he completely pushed aside the knowledge that *he* wasn’t what *she* wanted. This was going to be difficult and possibly awkward for her.
He dropped his arms from around her and walked a few feet away. It was the best he could do under the circumstances. “I’m sorry.”
“It is not your fault,” Teyla began, her words halting and slow. It was getting hard for her to think of anything but having him inside her. Charin would be ashamed of how callously she dismissed the threat to his life to satisfy her own desires. If she were wrong about his feelings for her, the price would be high.
Her sole defense was that no one - not even her Father - could have prepared her for the ache of unfulfilled desire that burned for her mate; it made her deaf and blind to everything else.
She joined him, watching her hand as she traced it up his arm. The arm she longed to have around her like before. “The bonding- it makes us want- I understand that.” She pulled his arm to rest on her hip, shivering at the delicious sensations it created.
‘Great. She understands that I want to fuck her until she can’t stand up,’ John berated himself silently.
He hadn’t missed the “us” she threw in there, but somehow it didn’t make him feel any less guilty. So, she wanted him too- that didn’t mean she loved him with the scariest, all consuming, overwhelming life changing love the way he did her.
“We don’t…” He stopped. He could hardly bring himself to say the necessary words. Shaking off the fog of desire, he tried again. “You don’t have to do this, Teyla. They never have to know.”
Teyla’s heart stopped and fractured into a million little pieces. She had been wrong. John did not love her.
She foolishly gambled with his life and lost. Now, whether they made love or not, he would die. She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears of sorrow and frustration that threatened to spill out and never stop. To stay sane, she clung to the hope beyond hope that Dr. Beckett would find a way to stop the chemical reaction that caused death before it was too late.
“Remember what the Saason doctor told Carson?” Her voice sad, and low. “If we are not sexually intimate within twenty-four hours we will die. They will know, John”
John *had* forgotten that in the haze of his longing to have her beneath him screaming his name again and again. Screw or die. God, if the situation wasn’t so deadly serious, it would be funny. How many times had his friends told their girl-friends in high school that if they couldn’t have sex they’d die?
“We’ll get through this Teyla, I promise.” John cupped her face with a gentle hand and held her eyes. “Carson’s already working on a way to reverse the bonding- so when we get back to Atlantis this may all be over.”
“Yes,” she purred, shutting her eyes against the tears and pain.
Careless, wanton that she was, she nuzzled her cheek into his warm palm, starved for any scrap of affection she could get. If this was all she would ever have- if this was to be his end, she determined to lose herself in him and perhaps give him some pleasure at least. Ancestors knew there would never be another man for her as long as she lived.
John’s words of reassurance tasted like ashes in his mouth because they had the desired effect. In an instant, she was brimming with sexual allure that called to the deepest place inside him, the one made vulnerable by the damn bonding.
Teyla stretched herself against him, slipped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to his. Passion exploded between them and they were lost to anything else.
*
“Do either of you have any idea what you’re asking me to do?” Dr. Weir pinned Ronon and her normally sane Chief Medical Officer with a razor-sharp gaze. Arms crossed, she paced from one to the other. “We just averted one diplomatic disaster with the Saason! Give me one good reason why I should risk a second.”
“The message said Sheppard and Teyla’s lives were in danger,” Ronon replied without embellishment.
Weir continued to ponder both men in silence.
“I could go, meet with the informant no one would know I was there.”
“That’s what Col. Sheppard thought,” Weir quipped dryly.
“I’m not Sheppard. If I don’t want them to catch me, they won’t catch me.”
Elizabeth considered the obvious truth of his words, and the fact was they were out of options.
“All right, go. Find out what this is all about.” She sighed in resignation.
Ronon’s smile was on the feral side. “I will.”
“But if you get caught, there is no way I’ll agree to marry you.”
*
Ronon padded with quiet grace through the Saasonese night, alert to every sound and whisper around him. If this was a trap, he’d know it well in advance. He’d had seven years of practice.
The address on the card wasn’t far from the living space they’d been given and he was there skirting the perimeter in less than five minutes.
All clear.
The small waiter from the celebration waited in the shadowed overhang several feet removed from the main road. Ronon might have missed seeing him, if he hadn’t trained himself long and hard to see the person (or Wraith) within the moonless dark where everything laid in shadow.
The message said he’d been meeting Minister Baat. He didn’t like the change of plans and so made another circle around the outlying buildings to be sure he wasn’t being set up. This woman was not to be trusted.
When there was still no sign of ambush or rooftop sharp shooter, he approached the messenger.
“What’s this all about?” Ronon growled. “Start talking.”
The slight man took an intimidated step further back into the shadows. Minister Baat had warned him, the giant from the reception would most likely meet him here. Why was it that things always looked bigger in the dark?
*
“Good God, Elizabeth,” Carson exclaimed with worry. “What’re we gonna do?”
“We’ve got to get their blood samples back for starters.” McKay jumped in with the obvious.
“I’ll get ‘em,” Ronon stated flatly.
“Right, Conan,” Rodney taunted. “You’ll get into a secure medical lab, guns blazing and save the day. You’d be killed before you got past the outer security.”
Elizabeth shot McKay a quelling look. “Rodney’s right. You’d never get past that many guards and electronic surveillance.”
“I agree that we need to retrieve the Colonel’s DNA before any cloning can be done, but we can’t do anything until their bonding is complete. We *know* for sure they’ll die within twenty-four hours if they don’t.” Carson returned them to the pertinent facts.
“Not only will we need the Colonel and Teyla’s help with any plan, once we make a play for the samples, we’ll all have to be ready to leave- immediately,” Rodney added.
“And if one or the other of them isn’t really in love?” Elizabeth let the question hang.
“I’ll find a way to stop if from getting that far. No one is goin’ to die if I can help it.” Carson declared emphatically.
“In the mean time, I’ll try to contact Col. Caldwell, see if he understood my rather cryptic message to come to our rescue. That is if Rodney can successfully mask our radio transmissions.”
“Of course,” McKay interrupted smugly.
“I have a feeling we are going to need a dependable means of escape before this is all over.”
“So, we wait?” Ronon asked displeased.
“We wait,” Dr. Weir confirmed with a raised eyebrow and slight nod of her head.
*
Teyla was drowning in a pleasurable sea of aching desire. In the span of years the Ancestor’s had gifted her with, never had kissing a man been so wonderful. In fact, had she not craved what came afterward, she might be tempted to do nothing more than kiss him.
With one hand he released her upswept hair then cradled her head to keep it in the perfect position while his lips feasted on hers, while the other talented hand followed every curve and hollow of her lower back, hips and sensitive ass over and over in slow perfect rhythm with his kisses.
Every ounce of concentration Teyla possessed went into returning his kiss. Entranced with the sensual push and pull of where their lips danced against each other. She reveled in the feel and taste of him capturing his tongue with her own in a delicious duel.
Not content with the little amount of his skin she was able to touch with her hands, Teyla retreated a few inches, giving herself room to peel off his outer jacket and unbutton the shirt underneath. John returned the favor, halting his tactile exploration long enough to loosen the ties at her back holding her dress in place. Once loose, it fell gracefully to her waist.
The first contact of his skin on hers was like an erotic electric shock to his system. Soft as silk, firm and curved in all the right places. With infinite slowness he pushed the dress to the floor, taking time to touch every hollow and hill of her back and exquisite ass.
On the way up, John skimmed her trim waist and glided his palms up and over perfectly rounded breasts. Finding them hard and waiting, spiked the longing to fill her up with himself to epic levels. As she worked the clasp of his pants free between them, he crushed her lips to his again in a punishing consuming kiss. He felt her low moan of desire to the back of his balls.
Never in all his life had he experienced arousal like this. Not only was he rock hard, eaten up with the desire to bury himself in her waiting body, the tenderness he felt for Teyla -his life-mate- possessed him till his only thought was bringing her pleasure. There was a new longing in him to find all the things that made her cry with passion to make her as happy as he was.
John moved them both to the bed, kicked off his shoes and pants and pinned his wife under his now naked body. This time the moan of desire was his when Teyla arched up rubbing herself up and down his chest and erection with frantic desperate gasps. Her strong, lithe arms encircled his neck and shoulders holding him fast against her as she moved.
Teyla was in a frenzy of need, the need to touch every part of John’s body, to caress it with her own, to know him, to be one with him. She craved it like she craved air to breathe.
The light smattering of hair on his chest did wonderful things to her aching nipples, easing the want at the same time that it created more. The sensual slide of his lips on hers, gave her visions of delicious things to come. And the feeling of heat and hardness from his cock thrilled her. Knowing it was all for her drew whimpers of longing from her soul. She wanted him to fill her- now.
“John, please…” her voice broke on a pleading cry.
John had other ideas however, like bringing his love to several shattering orgasms before he seated himself to the hilt in her wet warm haven. “I know…” he soothed against her lips, not able to manage much more than that.
With one arm he held himself up at an angle, so that with his free hand he could cup and massage her breast. With his palm he pressed down lightly on one distended nipple and rotated in small circles. Breaking with great reluctance from her lips, he bent his head and sucked the other peak into his mouth giving her delicate nips and licks.
Teyla’s reaction was immediate and vocal. She arched up off the bed nearly knocking him off her as she cried out her pleasure. The hand holding his shoulders slipped up to hold his head in place, she obviously liked his mouth right where it was. When he began pinching and rolling the nipple under his palm with his fingers, her tiny breathless moans made him feel like a conqueror.
Unable to reach his hardness with her hand, she ran her free hand lovingly over his ass and undulated her hips against his cock till she felt his balls contract in pre- orgasmic readiness.
“Go…d… Tey…” John groaned his hands stilled momentarily as shivers of arousal passed though him down where her hips massaged his cock. “You… my sexy life-mate…” He interrupted himself and took a long delicious pull on her kiss-swollen lips. “…need something else to think about….God…” he breathed, her mound making another pass over his hard length.
John rolled over, bringing Teyla with him till she was seated on his hips. Not giving her any chance to protest, he hauled her up so that her knees rested on the bed above his shoulders. He took her ass in both hands and brought her clit to his mouth. Her scream of rapture called to that primal conqueror again and John set out to feast.
Teyla was at sea- without direction or purchase to connect her to the real world. Flailing in front of her she managed to find a rail to cling on to. It was attached to the headboard of the big bed where John was driving her slowly insane.
His tongue made erotic, agonizing circles around her sensitive nub, while his hands caressed and squeezed her ass. He held her captive with endless waves of pleasure, biting and licking her till she was on the brink of exploding on his tongue.
Teyla’s pleading whimpers fueled the flames of his need to hear her scream his name over and over. He could tell she was close and could even feel tiny contractions on his tongue as he speared her warm center again and again. The scent and taste of her arousal turned him feral, primal with desire. It was for him- only him. Mine! His primal self roared.
Her clit was so sensitized now that the slightest flick of his tongue threatened to send her over the edge. John kept her there for long heated minutes, torturing her with the promise of fulfillment. She pushed down on his mouth, trying in vain to get him to suck her long enough to reach that bright bliss she knew awaited her. His smug laugh against her hungry lower lips buzzed through her body like fire.
“John… please… please…”
After one more strong nip he sucked her clit into his mouth, holding it lightly with his teeth and flicked hard with his tongue.
Teyla screamed his name on her release, jerking with spasms and waves of unbearable bliss the likes of which she had never experienced. John didn’t wait for her to ride it out, he caught her again in a series of hard flicks and she came again, the last bringing tears to her eyes with the pleasure of it.
Feeling her body sag, drained of energy for the present, John carefully lifted her off him and laid her down beside his quivering body. He was strung so tight with lust and arousal, it was a wonder he hadn’t come from that alone. Teyla’s slow satisfied smile didn’t help matters. She reached for him and pulled him on top of her, branding any area of skin she could reach with her mouth in hot open mouthed kisses.
Expertly she kissed the cord on his neck that sent more blood pumping to his already aching groin. Able to reach him now, she gently gripped his cock and massaged him up and down several times from the bottom of his tight sack to his tip, dripping with pre-cum.
“Teyla… so… good…” John groaned into her ear. “Inside… you… now…love”
“Yes…” she answered, never stopping her gentle torture or her exploration of his corded throat. Was she really his love? She was afraid to hope.
John lifted himself over her and positioned himself between her legs. Gently, he took her mischievous hand and threaded it though his before pinning it to the bed. Passion dilated eyes looked into her liquid brown ones; he wanted to watch her beautiful face as he slid home for the first time.
No more waiting. John impaled her in one powerful thrust of his lean hips.
Joined at last, they cried out in unison breathing fractured while each adjusted to the pure spell-binding ecstasy of being one with the other.
She was full. John had filled all the empty spaces inside her. He was strong and oh so hard within her and she could feel the blood of his arousal pumping against her sensitive walls. Wrapping her long slender legs around his hips, she surged up trying to take him deeper.
John broke. Every damn of emotion, longing, lust… burst free- let loose by the silk-encased fist of her tight passage. The feeling of having his cock buried inside his wife was indescribably erotic and he tried to savor the joy of just existing there, but his body needed more. Primal urges within him insisted he impale her again and again till she was mindless and begging. Till he was mindless.
Her slim muscular legs urged him deeper and he responded with everything in him. They were connected now; he could feel it with every thrust and answering rock of her delicate hips. It was more than just physical the bonding had tied them together emotionally.
He could feel the faintest impression of her passion and roiling emotions for him- all for him. Complex and swirling, it was definitely more than lust.
Teyla gloried in the powerful rocking in-and-out motion of John’s thrusts. She met each one, flexing her inner muscles to bring them both closer to that ultimate release. She knew only one thing; she needed all of John that he had to give.
There was a depth she knew- she could sense it, even if it seemed she was sensing it from far away. Suddenly she knew he had so much more he wanted to give her. Tears of relief slipped from her eyes, buried deep within him were the feelings that would save him- and ultimately her.
Deeper, he had to be deeper. To that end he pushed her sexy long legs up to rest on his shoulders.
“Yessssss…” Teyla hissed at the new deeper angle of his penetration. “Oh… oh… yesss…more… more.”
“Damn…oh, God…” John breathed. With every thrusting flex of his hips, her sleek inner muscles milked him mercilessly. He couldn’t hold back, she was pushing him to the edge of his control. “Teyla.. love…I can’t.. don’t want to hurt you.” He managed to tempter the next two thrusts.
“Let go… I need you…” she begged him.
That was all it took. John pulled out to the tip and slammed into her waiting body, once, twice…
“Yes… yesss…” she whispered again.
He thrust and slammed again and again. “So good… you feel so Goddamn good….”
With one final series of powerful rocking thrusts, John felt the walls of her inner passage contracting powerfully on him and it triggered his own cataclysmic orgasm. Teyla’s name was ripped from him over and over till it was a whispered benediction of his lips against her forehead.
How could he *ever* have denied the love he felt for her? As she rested secure in his arms, sated from their love-making he found it almost impossible to believe.
The bonding was complete.
TBC
Author: Sanssong
Date: 06/19/2006
Part: 8/?
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter)
Pairings: John/Teyla, Caldwell/Weir (implied)
Characters: John, Teyla, Weir, Carson, Rodney, Ronon, Peoal Baat, Heilene Baat.
Category: Novella
Genre: Action Romance Drama Smut Relationship
Warnings: Adult Sexual Situations, Sexual Language, Language
Archiving: STF, STF LJ, JTC, GW LJ, Atlantis Lovers LJ, Atlantis Fic, Wraithbait, Gate of Dreams, Heliopolis, All others, please ask.
Summary: Bonding Day!
The Bonding Celebration took several more hours to wind down to the point that John could get Teyla out of there and to himself. He may not have chosen the day, but he’d be damned if something was stirring in him and he didn’t feel every inch the newly-wed husband.
He couldn’t look at Teyla without waves of emotion and longing washing through him. It wasn’t helping that in her clingy off-the-shoulders wedding dress, she was a vision of beauty he’d never thought to see. Her hair was caught up with only a few tendrils free to caress her face and neck the way he longed to do himself.
Frightening in its intensity, the bonding was pulling out all the feelings he had been struggling to deny for months and cresting them to tsunami proportions. He’d never been more alive and raw and… hungry… in his entire life.
They sat close, fingers entwined, during the private Tran ride back to the Atlantian delegation’s quarters. Neither could help touching the other, it was a physical need growing stronger in both of them by the minute. Neither spoke.
The Tran glided smoothly to a stop in front of the private garden entrance. No prying eyes to spoil the first intimate moments of the bonded. The driver hopped out from the front and opened their door. Neither John nor Teyla noticed him as they exited.
The driver for his part didn’t seem surprised by their rude behavior- it was always the same with couples after the bonding ceremony. No one in the world existed but the other. He laughed to himself. It was the same for him and his life-mate.
After opening the door to the garden, the driver left them.
Without warning, John swept Teyla up in his arms and carried her through the door into the gardens. He swore he’d never be corny enough to carry his wife over the threshold, there were some traditions that needed to die away, and that was one of them. Yet, here he was, so entranced by her beauty and allure, he could think of nothing more satisfying than carrying her to bed.
Teyla’s heart was beating much faster than normal. The combination of nervous anxiety over their fate as a bonded couple, uncertainty of John’s true feelings for her and his warm skin touching hers conspired to leave her breathless and weak in the knees. Not a condition she was used to. It was almost too much.
“John…”
Teyla spoke just as he swung her down on her feet. Before she could protest he covered her mouth with his for a ravenous kiss. Teyla felt his hunger feed her own and met his lips with matching intensity. Only when the niggling sense, that they were not in their own quarters, surface in her mind did she pull reluctantly away.
“John, we must…”
“I know,” he answered and picked her up again, holding her secure against him till he had them in his room. Only then, did he let her slide slowly down the length of his body.
“We must talk,” Teyla managed, breathless, her hands still threaded though his dark, soft hair.
John stilled.
What had he been thinking? In his fevered desire to have her, he completely pushed aside the knowledge that *he* wasn’t what *she* wanted. This was going to be difficult and possibly awkward for her.
He dropped his arms from around her and walked a few feet away. It was the best he could do under the circumstances. “I’m sorry.”
“It is not your fault,” Teyla began, her words halting and slow. It was getting hard for her to think of anything but having him inside her. Charin would be ashamed of how callously she dismissed the threat to his life to satisfy her own desires. If she were wrong about his feelings for her, the price would be high.
Her sole defense was that no one - not even her Father - could have prepared her for the ache of unfulfilled desire that burned for her mate; it made her deaf and blind to everything else.
She joined him, watching her hand as she traced it up his arm. The arm she longed to have around her like before. “The bonding- it makes us want- I understand that.” She pulled his arm to rest on her hip, shivering at the delicious sensations it created.
‘Great. She understands that I want to fuck her until she can’t stand up,’ John berated himself silently.
He hadn’t missed the “us” she threw in there, but somehow it didn’t make him feel any less guilty. So, she wanted him too- that didn’t mean she loved him with the scariest, all consuming, overwhelming life changing love the way he did her.
“We don’t…” He stopped. He could hardly bring himself to say the necessary words. Shaking off the fog of desire, he tried again. “You don’t have to do this, Teyla. They never have to know.”
Teyla’s heart stopped and fractured into a million little pieces. She had been wrong. John did not love her.
She foolishly gambled with his life and lost. Now, whether they made love or not, he would die. She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears of sorrow and frustration that threatened to spill out and never stop. To stay sane, she clung to the hope beyond hope that Dr. Beckett would find a way to stop the chemical reaction that caused death before it was too late.
“Remember what the Saason doctor told Carson?” Her voice sad, and low. “If we are not sexually intimate within twenty-four hours we will die. They will know, John”
John *had* forgotten that in the haze of his longing to have her beneath him screaming his name again and again. Screw or die. God, if the situation wasn’t so deadly serious, it would be funny. How many times had his friends told their girl-friends in high school that if they couldn’t have sex they’d die?
“We’ll get through this Teyla, I promise.” John cupped her face with a gentle hand and held her eyes. “Carson’s already working on a way to reverse the bonding- so when we get back to Atlantis this may all be over.”
“Yes,” she purred, shutting her eyes against the tears and pain.
Careless, wanton that she was, she nuzzled her cheek into his warm palm, starved for any scrap of affection she could get. If this was all she would ever have- if this was to be his end, she determined to lose herself in him and perhaps give him some pleasure at least. Ancestors knew there would never be another man for her as long as she lived.
John’s words of reassurance tasted like ashes in his mouth because they had the desired effect. In an instant, she was brimming with sexual allure that called to the deepest place inside him, the one made vulnerable by the damn bonding.
Teyla stretched herself against him, slipped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to his. Passion exploded between them and they were lost to anything else.
*
“Do either of you have any idea what you’re asking me to do?” Dr. Weir pinned Ronon and her normally sane Chief Medical Officer with a razor-sharp gaze. Arms crossed, she paced from one to the other. “We just averted one diplomatic disaster with the Saason! Give me one good reason why I should risk a second.”
“The message said Sheppard and Teyla’s lives were in danger,” Ronon replied without embellishment.
Weir continued to ponder both men in silence.
“I could go, meet with the informant no one would know I was there.”
“That’s what Col. Sheppard thought,” Weir quipped dryly.
“I’m not Sheppard. If I don’t want them to catch me, they won’t catch me.”
Elizabeth considered the obvious truth of his words, and the fact was they were out of options.
“All right, go. Find out what this is all about.” She sighed in resignation.
Ronon’s smile was on the feral side. “I will.”
“But if you get caught, there is no way I’ll agree to marry you.”
*
Ronon padded with quiet grace through the Saasonese night, alert to every sound and whisper around him. If this was a trap, he’d know it well in advance. He’d had seven years of practice.
The address on the card wasn’t far from the living space they’d been given and he was there skirting the perimeter in less than five minutes.
All clear.
The small waiter from the celebration waited in the shadowed overhang several feet removed from the main road. Ronon might have missed seeing him, if he hadn’t trained himself long and hard to see the person (or Wraith) within the moonless dark where everything laid in shadow.
The message said he’d been meeting Minister Baat. He didn’t like the change of plans and so made another circle around the outlying buildings to be sure he wasn’t being set up. This woman was not to be trusted.
When there was still no sign of ambush or rooftop sharp shooter, he approached the messenger.
“What’s this all about?” Ronon growled. “Start talking.”
The slight man took an intimidated step further back into the shadows. Minister Baat had warned him, the giant from the reception would most likely meet him here. Why was it that things always looked bigger in the dark?
*
“Good God, Elizabeth,” Carson exclaimed with worry. “What’re we gonna do?”
“We’ve got to get their blood samples back for starters.” McKay jumped in with the obvious.
“I’ll get ‘em,” Ronon stated flatly.
“Right, Conan,” Rodney taunted. “You’ll get into a secure medical lab, guns blazing and save the day. You’d be killed before you got past the outer security.”
Elizabeth shot McKay a quelling look. “Rodney’s right. You’d never get past that many guards and electronic surveillance.”
“I agree that we need to retrieve the Colonel’s DNA before any cloning can be done, but we can’t do anything until their bonding is complete. We *know* for sure they’ll die within twenty-four hours if they don’t.” Carson returned them to the pertinent facts.
“Not only will we need the Colonel and Teyla’s help with any plan, once we make a play for the samples, we’ll all have to be ready to leave- immediately,” Rodney added.
“And if one or the other of them isn’t really in love?” Elizabeth let the question hang.
“I’ll find a way to stop if from getting that far. No one is goin’ to die if I can help it.” Carson declared emphatically.
“In the mean time, I’ll try to contact Col. Caldwell, see if he understood my rather cryptic message to come to our rescue. That is if Rodney can successfully mask our radio transmissions.”
“Of course,” McKay interrupted smugly.
“I have a feeling we are going to need a dependable means of escape before this is all over.”
“So, we wait?” Ronon asked displeased.
“We wait,” Dr. Weir confirmed with a raised eyebrow and slight nod of her head.
*
Teyla was drowning in a pleasurable sea of aching desire. In the span of years the Ancestor’s had gifted her with, never had kissing a man been so wonderful. In fact, had she not craved what came afterward, she might be tempted to do nothing more than kiss him.
With one hand he released her upswept hair then cradled her head to keep it in the perfect position while his lips feasted on hers, while the other talented hand followed every curve and hollow of her lower back, hips and sensitive ass over and over in slow perfect rhythm with his kisses.
Every ounce of concentration Teyla possessed went into returning his kiss. Entranced with the sensual push and pull of where their lips danced against each other. She reveled in the feel and taste of him capturing his tongue with her own in a delicious duel.
Not content with the little amount of his skin she was able to touch with her hands, Teyla retreated a few inches, giving herself room to peel off his outer jacket and unbutton the shirt underneath. John returned the favor, halting his tactile exploration long enough to loosen the ties at her back holding her dress in place. Once loose, it fell gracefully to her waist.
The first contact of his skin on hers was like an erotic electric shock to his system. Soft as silk, firm and curved in all the right places. With infinite slowness he pushed the dress to the floor, taking time to touch every hollow and hill of her back and exquisite ass.
On the way up, John skimmed her trim waist and glided his palms up and over perfectly rounded breasts. Finding them hard and waiting, spiked the longing to fill her up with himself to epic levels. As she worked the clasp of his pants free between them, he crushed her lips to his again in a punishing consuming kiss. He felt her low moan of desire to the back of his balls.
Never in all his life had he experienced arousal like this. Not only was he rock hard, eaten up with the desire to bury himself in her waiting body, the tenderness he felt for Teyla -his life-mate- possessed him till his only thought was bringing her pleasure. There was a new longing in him to find all the things that made her cry with passion to make her as happy as he was.
John moved them both to the bed, kicked off his shoes and pants and pinned his wife under his now naked body. This time the moan of desire was his when Teyla arched up rubbing herself up and down his chest and erection with frantic desperate gasps. Her strong, lithe arms encircled his neck and shoulders holding him fast against her as she moved.
Teyla was in a frenzy of need, the need to touch every part of John’s body, to caress it with her own, to know him, to be one with him. She craved it like she craved air to breathe.
The light smattering of hair on his chest did wonderful things to her aching nipples, easing the want at the same time that it created more. The sensual slide of his lips on hers, gave her visions of delicious things to come. And the feeling of heat and hardness from his cock thrilled her. Knowing it was all for her drew whimpers of longing from her soul. She wanted him to fill her- now.
“John, please…” her voice broke on a pleading cry.
John had other ideas however, like bringing his love to several shattering orgasms before he seated himself to the hilt in her wet warm haven. “I know…” he soothed against her lips, not able to manage much more than that.
With one arm he held himself up at an angle, so that with his free hand he could cup and massage her breast. With his palm he pressed down lightly on one distended nipple and rotated in small circles. Breaking with great reluctance from her lips, he bent his head and sucked the other peak into his mouth giving her delicate nips and licks.
Teyla’s reaction was immediate and vocal. She arched up off the bed nearly knocking him off her as she cried out her pleasure. The hand holding his shoulders slipped up to hold his head in place, she obviously liked his mouth right where it was. When he began pinching and rolling the nipple under his palm with his fingers, her tiny breathless moans made him feel like a conqueror.
Unable to reach his hardness with her hand, she ran her free hand lovingly over his ass and undulated her hips against his cock till she felt his balls contract in pre- orgasmic readiness.
“Go…d… Tey…” John groaned his hands stilled momentarily as shivers of arousal passed though him down where her hips massaged his cock. “You… my sexy life-mate…” He interrupted himself and took a long delicious pull on her kiss-swollen lips. “…need something else to think about….God…” he breathed, her mound making another pass over his hard length.
John rolled over, bringing Teyla with him till she was seated on his hips. Not giving her any chance to protest, he hauled her up so that her knees rested on the bed above his shoulders. He took her ass in both hands and brought her clit to his mouth. Her scream of rapture called to that primal conqueror again and John set out to feast.
Teyla was at sea- without direction or purchase to connect her to the real world. Flailing in front of her she managed to find a rail to cling on to. It was attached to the headboard of the big bed where John was driving her slowly insane.
His tongue made erotic, agonizing circles around her sensitive nub, while his hands caressed and squeezed her ass. He held her captive with endless waves of pleasure, biting and licking her till she was on the brink of exploding on his tongue.
Teyla’s pleading whimpers fueled the flames of his need to hear her scream his name over and over. He could tell she was close and could even feel tiny contractions on his tongue as he speared her warm center again and again. The scent and taste of her arousal turned him feral, primal with desire. It was for him- only him. Mine! His primal self roared.
Her clit was so sensitized now that the slightest flick of his tongue threatened to send her over the edge. John kept her there for long heated minutes, torturing her with the promise of fulfillment. She pushed down on his mouth, trying in vain to get him to suck her long enough to reach that bright bliss she knew awaited her. His smug laugh against her hungry lower lips buzzed through her body like fire.
“John… please… please…”
After one more strong nip he sucked her clit into his mouth, holding it lightly with his teeth and flicked hard with his tongue.
Teyla screamed his name on her release, jerking with spasms and waves of unbearable bliss the likes of which she had never experienced. John didn’t wait for her to ride it out, he caught her again in a series of hard flicks and she came again, the last bringing tears to her eyes with the pleasure of it.
Feeling her body sag, drained of energy for the present, John carefully lifted her off him and laid her down beside his quivering body. He was strung so tight with lust and arousal, it was a wonder he hadn’t come from that alone. Teyla’s slow satisfied smile didn’t help matters. She reached for him and pulled him on top of her, branding any area of skin she could reach with her mouth in hot open mouthed kisses.
Expertly she kissed the cord on his neck that sent more blood pumping to his already aching groin. Able to reach him now, she gently gripped his cock and massaged him up and down several times from the bottom of his tight sack to his tip, dripping with pre-cum.
“Teyla… so… good…” John groaned into her ear. “Inside… you… now…love”
“Yes…” she answered, never stopping her gentle torture or her exploration of his corded throat. Was she really his love? She was afraid to hope.
John lifted himself over her and positioned himself between her legs. Gently, he took her mischievous hand and threaded it though his before pinning it to the bed. Passion dilated eyes looked into her liquid brown ones; he wanted to watch her beautiful face as he slid home for the first time.
No more waiting. John impaled her in one powerful thrust of his lean hips.
Joined at last, they cried out in unison breathing fractured while each adjusted to the pure spell-binding ecstasy of being one with the other.
She was full. John had filled all the empty spaces inside her. He was strong and oh so hard within her and she could feel the blood of his arousal pumping against her sensitive walls. Wrapping her long slender legs around his hips, she surged up trying to take him deeper.
John broke. Every damn of emotion, longing, lust… burst free- let loose by the silk-encased fist of her tight passage. The feeling of having his cock buried inside his wife was indescribably erotic and he tried to savor the joy of just existing there, but his body needed more. Primal urges within him insisted he impale her again and again till she was mindless and begging. Till he was mindless.
Her slim muscular legs urged him deeper and he responded with everything in him. They were connected now; he could feel it with every thrust and answering rock of her delicate hips. It was more than just physical the bonding had tied them together emotionally.
He could feel the faintest impression of her passion and roiling emotions for him- all for him. Complex and swirling, it was definitely more than lust.
Teyla gloried in the powerful rocking in-and-out motion of John’s thrusts. She met each one, flexing her inner muscles to bring them both closer to that ultimate release. She knew only one thing; she needed all of John that he had to give.
There was a depth she knew- she could sense it, even if it seemed she was sensing it from far away. Suddenly she knew he had so much more he wanted to give her. Tears of relief slipped from her eyes, buried deep within him were the feelings that would save him- and ultimately her.
Deeper, he had to be deeper. To that end he pushed her sexy long legs up to rest on his shoulders.
“Yessssss…” Teyla hissed at the new deeper angle of his penetration. “Oh… oh… yesss…more… more.”
“Damn…oh, God…” John breathed. With every thrusting flex of his hips, her sleek inner muscles milked him mercilessly. He couldn’t hold back, she was pushing him to the edge of his control. “Teyla.. love…I can’t.. don’t want to hurt you.” He managed to tempter the next two thrusts.
“Let go… I need you…” she begged him.
That was all it took. John pulled out to the tip and slammed into her waiting body, once, twice…
“Yes… yesss…” she whispered again.
He thrust and slammed again and again. “So good… you feel so Goddamn good….”
With one final series of powerful rocking thrusts, John felt the walls of her inner passage contracting powerfully on him and it triggered his own cataclysmic orgasm. Teyla’s name was ripped from him over and over till it was a whispered benediction of his lips against her forehead.
How could he *ever* have denied the love he felt for her? As she rested secure in his arms, sated from their love-making he found it almost impossible to believe.
The bonding was complete.
TBC