FIC- Confessions
Title: Confessions
Author: Sanssong
Date: 03/05/06
Beta'd By: Doxymom!
Rating: NC-17!!!!!
Pairing: J/T
Genre: PWP/Romance
Word Count: 1217
Warnings: Very Graphic Adult Sex! And serious smoopiness at the end!
Spoilers: None really- a tiny tiny one for Inferno.
Archiving: Gate of Dreams, Sheppard/Teyla Fever, Sheppard/Teyla LJ, Unique Bond, Atlantis Fic, Atlantica, Heliopolis, Atlantis Lovers, Wraith Bait, Scribes Corner. All others please ask first.
Summary- This is an answer to my own challenge on STF. After much brow-beating from a certain fellow Smut Writing Queen, I caved and wrote this! Here’s the challenge see if you can tell what I missed!
1. They have to make love somewhere in Atlantis
a. - but not their quarters. 2. John has to realize he's been a jerk with all his kirking and ask her forgiveness. 3. Teyla is a virgin and so the first time can't be easy,
b. but the second or third can rock the house!
Disclaimer: I only do this because they won’t let them do it on the show! ;-). I make no money from this poor scribblings, so please don’t sue.
If you are NOT old enough to read this story, please DON'T!
Confessions
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was not so much that he had her pinned to the wall again that had Teyla suspicious as much as the hardened look on his face from the moment he came strolling in the gym - late as usual. She was fairly sure that no alien influence was to blame for this sudden leap in ability, so there had to be another reason.
Not that she was complaining; she far preferred Colonel Sheppard as a fierce opponent able to challenge her own skills than the Sheppard who only seemed interested in a light work out and veiled sexual banter.
“You are much improved.” Her words recalled the last time he was able to best her. Thrusting John away from her with a forceful shove, Teyla engaged in a classic offence returning them to the center of the mat once more.
“You could say that.” John countered with a defensive move of his own that had them circling one another like sharks circling their intended victim. “After all I had to show you that seeing you in your work-out clothes wasn’t the only reason I spar with you.”
Teyla stilled momentarily, there was only one way he could know she sometimes felt like that. He had overheard her conversation with their recent guest from Tranius.
After another furious bout of moves, he caught her from behind, breathing hard into her ear. “I mean, a playboy like me couldn’t possibly want anything more, right?”
Anger mixed with a small shiver of desire within her. He had nerve to spy on her! Teyla used the added adrenaline to flip him around and force him to his knees. “What gave you the right to observe my personal time with Denan?”
John’s reaction to the ambassador’s name told her a great deal. He leapt to his feet his expression hurt and angry. Unbelievably, he was jealous.
“I am the military leader for this base-- and you’re a member of my team--I don’t need to ask your permission.”
Something in Teyla snapped so hard she could almost hear it. Indignation rose in her swiftly and she laid into him sticks first. How dare he after all his many conquests --most flaunted in front of her face-- have the nerve to think he owned her?
“So you,” turn, hit, parry, “are permitted to engage in any sexual encounter,” hit, hit, “you wish, while I,” parry, hit, slam, “am to live like a priest of the Ancestors?”
In a rush, John drove her back again and before she realized what he was about, slipped a leg behind hers knocking her to the ground. He followed her down, landing squarely on top of her and sealing his lips on hers in a punishing kiss.
She had just barely started to respond in kind when it was suddenly over and he was on his feet looking guilty and running his hand through already disheveled hair.
Teyla sat up, dazed - overcome by a heady mix of longing and fear. Longing to pick up where John left off and fear of what that might mean.
The last time he had caught her by surprise with his kiss she was so overcome that she let him leave before she could tell him it was all she had been dreaming about.
This time she would be very different. Standing she approached him slowly, letting him read in her eyes all that was in her heart.
John watched in silence, his breath coming in short, soft pants.
Teyla ran her hands lightly up his arms following them with her gaze until she entwined them around the back of his neck, her eyes connecting electrically with his. Her lashes dipped briefly to his lips and back up to his eyes again.
It was all the invitation John needed. He pulled her flush to his chest till he could feel the aroused points of her breasts and lowered his lips to hers.
Teyla shivered from head to foot as she opened her mouth, sliding her tongue in to tangle with his. His full, sensual lips made her hunger for more and more of him; she rubbed her lips on his as he thrust his tongue in with hers over and over.
“I was jealous,” John murmured between fevered kisses. “So damn jealous.”
She could only whimper inarticulately in response. Every bit of power she possessed was being used to keep herself upright and keep her mouth on his. Which was at odds with her body because *it* would love nothing more than to sink to the gym floor and discover what loving John was really all about.
As if he read her mind, he half grabbed, half caressed her ass and bent his knees, taking them back to the floor.
Leaning over her he smoothed several strands of hair out of her eyes and pulled back slightly to look at her, his elegant fingers cupping her cheek. “Did it really bother you-- the other women?”
“Yes,” she breathed, reached up to return the caress.
“I’m sorry,” he said simply.
Teyla pulled his lips to hers and granted absolution with her kiss.
John rolled them over never breaking contact till she lay sprawled on top of him. Immediately taking advantage of his new position, he slid his hands under her tight fitting top and palmed her perfect breasts.
She responded instinctually trapping his hardened cock between her thighs and rocking back and forth. His groan of pleasure broke their kiss and he pulled her top off, nearly ripping it in two.
Wasting no time at all he sucked one aching peak into his mouth sucking and biting gently while rolling the other pebble hard between his fingers. Pleasure stabbed through her from there to her center in wave after wave.
Teyla had wondered from the moment she met John Sheppard what it would feel like to have him love her with his mouth, with his hands… his cock. Knowing she was going to find out made her weak with desire.
With his free hand John held her in place, not willing to let her move from his sweet torture. He had waited almost two years for this and he wasn’t going to rush anything.
“I was not trying to make you jealous.” She rasped out somehow and rocked wantonly again.
“Teyla…” John’s hands spasmed and he released her nipple. “You don’t… have to try.” Moving both hands up, he gently grasped her head and eased her down for another taste of her lips.
They both gave themselves up to the pleasure of the moment - stroking each other’s most sensitive places and melding lips and tongues in a frenzy of hunger. This coming together and been months - almost years in the making and neither could get enough of the other.
John fumbled with the bottom half of her sparring clothes while Teyla yanked and tugged on his black t-shirt. With a giddy laugh they realized that neither was accomplishing anything so they parted momentarily and quickly shed the rest of their clothes.
Only when they were both naked did it occur to Teyla where there were and that neither one had thought to lock the door. Her glance in that direction was enough to send John to take care of it affording her a delicious view of his bare backside.
Instinctively John knew she was checking him out as he walked to engage the locks and though he ached to fuck her senseless, somehow he managed to take his time-- letting her look her fill. The return trip would be his turn.
Oh, yeah. It was-- and then some. It was all he could do to make his legs move since his brain was fixated on the most gorgeous naked woman he’d ever seen. Long, slim tan legs, perfectly proportioned hips and waist, elegantly full lush breasts crowned with dusky peaks that were hard with unfulfilled arousal and the most beautiful heart shaped face he could have wished for.
She looked every inch a playboy centerfold with one leg propped up as she leaned up on an elbow. His cock jumped, throbbing almost painfully at the sight.
Teyla had seen many men without clothing before and yet she could not stop herself from staring at a fully aroused John Sheppard. She felt every nerve ending on her sensitized skin stand to attention right down the hot center between her legs that seemed to be pulsing in anticipation of having him within her. Time slowed as he knelt back down on the floor and joined her.
Skin touched heated skin and they were lost.
John pulled her lithe form under him and was smugly satisfied to feel her rub distended nipples across his chest to gain a little relief. Cupping and caressing her ass he urged her closer still. The feel of her satiny skin in his hands caused his cock to buck and strain against her belly. It was intoxicating pleasure-pain that he wanted to go on and on.
His balls tightened in heightened arousal causing him to buck again this time in delicious sliding friction across her clit. Her hands fisted in his hair as she half-whimpered half -begged him for more. He was more than happy to oblige, bringing one of his hands to her breast while he continued to pet and squeeze her beautiful ass.
Nearly frenzied from John’s hands, Teyla rubbed her clit back and forth on his rock hard cock straining toward the release she was now craving. She needed him inside her more than she needed her next breath. “John…”
He cut off her plea with a hot open mouthed kiss that scattered what little wits she had left.
John was nearing the end of his ability to tease Teyla mindless. His painfully aroused body was screaming for its own release to be buried deeply within her heat when he came and came. He needed to be inside her. Now.
Her legs had long since fallen open in silent invitation so with one powerful, sliding thrust he seated himself to the hilt.
Sighing gasping sensual pleasure flashed though both of them emanating from the place of their joining.
Teyla wanted to hold him there within her complete, forever; they fit so perfectly it was bliss. Feeling his already hard length swell within her touching that special spot, she couldn’t resist her hips rocked up and back of their own volition. John found her lips with his again and pulled his cock almost all the way out of her only to thrust powerfully just when she though he would have slipped out. She wondered if someone could die of pleasure.
Holding her hips and guiding her long slender legs around his waist John began to thrust in earnest. He needed to be deeper and go faster- he couldn’t stop himself she just felt too damn good- too right. Her powerful muscles milked him with each thrust - it was like drowning in warm tight silk.
Nothing had ever felt as incredible as John pounding into her more deeply and expertly with every flex of his powerful hips. Teyla had known the pleasure of sex several times in her young life, but those experiences paled when compared to this man who knew her body better than she did.
Dimly she also realized she had had sex with those other men, she had never made love. Until now she had never been in love.
Several more powerful thrusts and Teyla felt herself hurtling over the edge in a blinding all consuming orgasm. “uhn…J..J..John, John…” Her head arched back and her eyes shut tightly against the intense pleasure ripling through her body till she couldn’t help the words that were ripped from her soul. “…love you…”
“Oh… Teyla… please…uhn… Teyla!”
Feeling Teyla’s tight sheath contract on him was all it took for John to join her in ecstasy, pumping himself in and out of her as wave after wave of euphoria claimed his long lean frame. And Teyla’s soul piercing confession was met with a whispered one of his own. “…love you too.”
~Fin
Author: Sanssong
Date: 03/05/06
Beta'd By: Doxymom!
Rating: NC-17!!!!!
Pairing: J/T
Genre: PWP/Romance
Word Count: 1217
Warnings: Very Graphic Adult Sex! And serious smoopiness at the end!
Spoilers: None really- a tiny tiny one for Inferno.
Archiving: Gate of Dreams, Sheppard/Teyla Fever, Sheppard/Teyla LJ, Unique Bond, Atlantis Fic, Atlantica, Heliopolis, Atlantis Lovers, Wraith Bait, Scribes Corner. All others please ask first.
Summary- This is an answer to my own challenge on STF. After much brow-beating from a certain fellow Smut Writing Queen, I caved and wrote this! Here’s the challenge see if you can tell what I missed!
1. They have to make love somewhere in Atlantis
a. - but not their quarters. 2. John has to realize he's been a jerk with all his kirking and ask her forgiveness. 3. Teyla is a virgin and so the first time can't be easy,
b. but the second or third can rock the house!
Disclaimer: I only do this because they won’t let them do it on the show! ;-). I make no money from this poor scribblings, so please don’t sue.
If you are NOT old enough to read this story, please DON'T!
Confessions
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was not so much that he had her pinned to the wall again that had Teyla suspicious as much as the hardened look on his face from the moment he came strolling in the gym - late as usual. She was fairly sure that no alien influence was to blame for this sudden leap in ability, so there had to be another reason.
Not that she was complaining; she far preferred Colonel Sheppard as a fierce opponent able to challenge her own skills than the Sheppard who only seemed interested in a light work out and veiled sexual banter.
“You are much improved.” Her words recalled the last time he was able to best her. Thrusting John away from her with a forceful shove, Teyla engaged in a classic offence returning them to the center of the mat once more.
“You could say that.” John countered with a defensive move of his own that had them circling one another like sharks circling their intended victim. “After all I had to show you that seeing you in your work-out clothes wasn’t the only reason I spar with you.”
Teyla stilled momentarily, there was only one way he could know she sometimes felt like that. He had overheard her conversation with their recent guest from Tranius.
After another furious bout of moves, he caught her from behind, breathing hard into her ear. “I mean, a playboy like me couldn’t possibly want anything more, right?”
Anger mixed with a small shiver of desire within her. He had nerve to spy on her! Teyla used the added adrenaline to flip him around and force him to his knees. “What gave you the right to observe my personal time with Denan?”
John’s reaction to the ambassador’s name told her a great deal. He leapt to his feet his expression hurt and angry. Unbelievably, he was jealous.
“I am the military leader for this base-- and you’re a member of my team--I don’t need to ask your permission.”
Something in Teyla snapped so hard she could almost hear it. Indignation rose in her swiftly and she laid into him sticks first. How dare he after all his many conquests --most flaunted in front of her face-- have the nerve to think he owned her?
“So you,” turn, hit, parry, “are permitted to engage in any sexual encounter,” hit, hit, “you wish, while I,” parry, hit, slam, “am to live like a priest of the Ancestors?”
In a rush, John drove her back again and before she realized what he was about, slipped a leg behind hers knocking her to the ground. He followed her down, landing squarely on top of her and sealing his lips on hers in a punishing kiss.
She had just barely started to respond in kind when it was suddenly over and he was on his feet looking guilty and running his hand through already disheveled hair.
Teyla sat up, dazed - overcome by a heady mix of longing and fear. Longing to pick up where John left off and fear of what that might mean.
The last time he had caught her by surprise with his kiss she was so overcome that she let him leave before she could tell him it was all she had been dreaming about.
This time she would be very different. Standing she approached him slowly, letting him read in her eyes all that was in her heart.
John watched in silence, his breath coming in short, soft pants.
Teyla ran her hands lightly up his arms following them with her gaze until she entwined them around the back of his neck, her eyes connecting electrically with his. Her lashes dipped briefly to his lips and back up to his eyes again.
It was all the invitation John needed. He pulled her flush to his chest till he could feel the aroused points of her breasts and lowered his lips to hers.
Teyla shivered from head to foot as she opened her mouth, sliding her tongue in to tangle with his. His full, sensual lips made her hunger for more and more of him; she rubbed her lips on his as he thrust his tongue in with hers over and over.
“I was jealous,” John murmured between fevered kisses. “So damn jealous.”
She could only whimper inarticulately in response. Every bit of power she possessed was being used to keep herself upright and keep her mouth on his. Which was at odds with her body because *it* would love nothing more than to sink to the gym floor and discover what loving John was really all about.
As if he read her mind, he half grabbed, half caressed her ass and bent his knees, taking them back to the floor.
Leaning over her he smoothed several strands of hair out of her eyes and pulled back slightly to look at her, his elegant fingers cupping her cheek. “Did it really bother you-- the other women?”
“Yes,” she breathed, reached up to return the caress.
“I’m sorry,” he said simply.
Teyla pulled his lips to hers and granted absolution with her kiss.
John rolled them over never breaking contact till she lay sprawled on top of him. Immediately taking advantage of his new position, he slid his hands under her tight fitting top and palmed her perfect breasts.
She responded instinctually trapping his hardened cock between her thighs and rocking back and forth. His groan of pleasure broke their kiss and he pulled her top off, nearly ripping it in two.
Wasting no time at all he sucked one aching peak into his mouth sucking and biting gently while rolling the other pebble hard between his fingers. Pleasure stabbed through her from there to her center in wave after wave.
Teyla had wondered from the moment she met John Sheppard what it would feel like to have him love her with his mouth, with his hands… his cock. Knowing she was going to find out made her weak with desire.
With his free hand John held her in place, not willing to let her move from his sweet torture. He had waited almost two years for this and he wasn’t going to rush anything.
“I was not trying to make you jealous.” She rasped out somehow and rocked wantonly again.
“Teyla…” John’s hands spasmed and he released her nipple. “You don’t… have to try.” Moving both hands up, he gently grasped her head and eased her down for another taste of her lips.
They both gave themselves up to the pleasure of the moment - stroking each other’s most sensitive places and melding lips and tongues in a frenzy of hunger. This coming together and been months - almost years in the making and neither could get enough of the other.
John fumbled with the bottom half of her sparring clothes while Teyla yanked and tugged on his black t-shirt. With a giddy laugh they realized that neither was accomplishing anything so they parted momentarily and quickly shed the rest of their clothes.
Only when they were both naked did it occur to Teyla where there were and that neither one had thought to lock the door. Her glance in that direction was enough to send John to take care of it affording her a delicious view of his bare backside.
Instinctively John knew she was checking him out as he walked to engage the locks and though he ached to fuck her senseless, somehow he managed to take his time-- letting her look her fill. The return trip would be his turn.
Oh, yeah. It was-- and then some. It was all he could do to make his legs move since his brain was fixated on the most gorgeous naked woman he’d ever seen. Long, slim tan legs, perfectly proportioned hips and waist, elegantly full lush breasts crowned with dusky peaks that were hard with unfulfilled arousal and the most beautiful heart shaped face he could have wished for.
She looked every inch a playboy centerfold with one leg propped up as she leaned up on an elbow. His cock jumped, throbbing almost painfully at the sight.
Teyla had seen many men without clothing before and yet she could not stop herself from staring at a fully aroused John Sheppard. She felt every nerve ending on her sensitized skin stand to attention right down the hot center between her legs that seemed to be pulsing in anticipation of having him within her. Time slowed as he knelt back down on the floor and joined her.
Skin touched heated skin and they were lost.
John pulled her lithe form under him and was smugly satisfied to feel her rub distended nipples across his chest to gain a little relief. Cupping and caressing her ass he urged her closer still. The feel of her satiny skin in his hands caused his cock to buck and strain against her belly. It was intoxicating pleasure-pain that he wanted to go on and on.
His balls tightened in heightened arousal causing him to buck again this time in delicious sliding friction across her clit. Her hands fisted in his hair as she half-whimpered half -begged him for more. He was more than happy to oblige, bringing one of his hands to her breast while he continued to pet and squeeze her beautiful ass.
Nearly frenzied from John’s hands, Teyla rubbed her clit back and forth on his rock hard cock straining toward the release she was now craving. She needed him inside her more than she needed her next breath. “John…”
He cut off her plea with a hot open mouthed kiss that scattered what little wits she had left.
John was nearing the end of his ability to tease Teyla mindless. His painfully aroused body was screaming for its own release to be buried deeply within her heat when he came and came. He needed to be inside her. Now.
Her legs had long since fallen open in silent invitation so with one powerful, sliding thrust he seated himself to the hilt.
Sighing gasping sensual pleasure flashed though both of them emanating from the place of their joining.
Teyla wanted to hold him there within her complete, forever; they fit so perfectly it was bliss. Feeling his already hard length swell within her touching that special spot, she couldn’t resist her hips rocked up and back of their own volition. John found her lips with his again and pulled his cock almost all the way out of her only to thrust powerfully just when she though he would have slipped out. She wondered if someone could die of pleasure.
Holding her hips and guiding her long slender legs around his waist John began to thrust in earnest. He needed to be deeper and go faster- he couldn’t stop himself she just felt too damn good- too right. Her powerful muscles milked him with each thrust - it was like drowning in warm tight silk.
Nothing had ever felt as incredible as John pounding into her more deeply and expertly with every flex of his powerful hips. Teyla had known the pleasure of sex several times in her young life, but those experiences paled when compared to this man who knew her body better than she did.
Dimly she also realized she had had sex with those other men, she had never made love. Until now she had never been in love.
Several more powerful thrusts and Teyla felt herself hurtling over the edge in a blinding all consuming orgasm. “uhn…J..J..John, John…” Her head arched back and her eyes shut tightly against the intense pleasure ripling through her body till she couldn’t help the words that were ripped from her soul. “…love you…”
“Oh… Teyla… please…uhn… Teyla!”
Feeling Teyla’s tight sheath contract on him was all it took for John to join her in ecstasy, pumping himself in and out of her as wave after wave of euphoria claimed his long lean frame. And Teyla’s soul piercing confession was met with a whispered one of his own. “…love you too.”
~Fin