FIC- Perspective, [NC-17], J/T, 7/7
Title: Perspective
Author: Sanssong
Rating: NC-17
Part: 7/7
Pairing: John/Teyla, Weir, Ford, McKay, Beckett, Charin, Bates
Genre: Drama/Romance/Missing Scenes
Spoilers: The Gift, The Siege I, II & III & Intruder
Word Count: 11,387
Warnings: Adult Sexual Situations
Archiving: Gate of Dreams, Sheppard/Teyla Fever, Atlantis Fic, Atlantica, Unique Bond, Heliopolis, Wraith Bait, John and Teyla SGA, Sci-Fi Buzz, STF- LJ, GW-ST LJ, Atlantis Lovers, All others, please ask first.
Summary: The Wraith are still coming, but John and Teyla manage to connect in ways they never dreamed of.
Disclaimer: I don’t own this story concept or the characters. No money is made from them.
Author’s Note: Very Special Thanks to Anna who has held my hand and listened to my whining about missed deadlines and a 3 chapter story that turned in to six. She is the queen of all betas, kicking my ass when I needed it and telling me when I’d nailed it dead on. I couldn’t have done this without you! *smooch*!
From the time Teyla and John left the Wraith dead, in the brig, events moved forward at a frightening rate. Teyla immediately left for the mainland to oversee evacuation of the Athosians and other non-essential personnel to the Alpha-Site.
For a PG-13 version of this chapter, please click here Chapter 7 PG-13
Chapter 7
There was no time to speak to John alone, no time to tell him what she’d discovered from their brief connections during the interrogation- no time to feel his lips against hers, no time to tell him again that she loved him- *and* trusted him- no time. She could only hope when they’d all been evacuated, she would have the chance to tell him she’d been wrong.
At this point, that was a big ‘if’ she reflected morosely.
It was evening by the time she and the other Athosians and non-essential personnel reached their new home and Teyla was beyond tired, so much so that there was a very good chance she’d be sleeping under the stars tonight, as she didn’t have the strength to set up her tent. Haling had offered to do it for her, but she couldn’t in good conscience let him, he was just as tired as she was. Pausing from her labors for a moment, she took a good look around their new home.
They could have done a lot worse. Despite the slight chill in the air, it was pleasant and dry reminding her of Athos. Unlike Athos, however, there were two very bright moons riding high in the sky, making the verdant landscape visible even at night.
In the distance to her right she could see a vast range of mountains, quite possibly the most beautiful she’d ever beheld, capped with snow. On the other side was a small clear lake beside which they’d made camp. If the Ancestor’s willed, there would be fish in it and plentiful game in the woods that surrounded the glen.
Teyla closed her eyes and breathed deeply of the fresh night air, she’d missed living this close to the land. Not that she regretted her decision to stay on Atlantis she just missed parts of the life she knew before.
But if she had to, could she go back to the life she had known before John Sheppard? That was not something she wanted to contemplate.
“Hello, child,” the wizened voice of her mentor sounded beside her, pulling her from her reverie.
“Charin!” Teyla turned and gently clasped the old woman’s shoulders, touching her head to hers in greeting. “You do not know how I have missed you and your words of wise council!”
“And I have missed you as well.” Squinting her old eyes at Teyla in the bright moonlight, Charin lifted her hand to cup the younger woman’s cheek. “You look tired, Teyla- and worried.”
“Yes, I am worried.” Teyla reached up to grasp her teacher’s hand gently in hers. “With the city of the Ancestor’s defenseless, we now face an even greater threat from the Wraith.”
“Yes, child, I know. But that is not what really troubles you.”
Unsurprised, by her perception, Teyla had been hoping Charin would give her an opportunity to share her anxiety over leaving unfinished business with John. “Again, you know my mind.”
Hooking her arm through the old woman’s, Teyla looked toward the lake. “Shall we walk? It is such a beautiful night.” Without waiting for a reply, she started slowly, moving Charin away from the camp.
“I have fallen in love, Charin.” She glanced briefly to see any reaction.
“Yes.” Charin smiled and nodded. “He is a good man, your father would approve.”
Teyla let out a small surprised laugh. “How did you guess who it was?”
“One thing about being alive as long as I have,” her aged voiced crackled with humor, “is you can tell what people are thinking before they say it. I only had to see you with your Major Sheppard once and I could see the way the wind blew- for both of you.”
“That’s why you urged me to be patient.”
“Your man is a warrior Teyla, you should know that better than most and that means it will always be in his blood to…to…conquer--” Charin waved her hand toward the sky, “--the next new thing. What you have to do is wait for him understand who he’s conquering it for!”
“I think it is safe to say he has already realized that.” Teyla hid a small smile.
“Well then!” Charin looked at her in surprise. “Why are you still so troubled?”
“We had a misunderstanding,” she said miserably. “I told him that I did not trust him and I did not have a chance to tell him I was wrong before we had to leave.” Teyla stopped walking, and gazed out over the lake. “I may never get the chance to tell him now.”
Charin patted the hand that was still entwined in her arm. “Oh, child, I am sorry. There is nothing that eats at your soul like regret. I will say a prayer to the Ancestors that it is not something you will have to live with.”
Teyla turned and tried to smile. “Thank you Charin, I…” She didn’t get to finish her thought.
“Teyla?” Dr. Weir’s excited voice sounded over the radio, interrupting her conversation. “Do you copy?”
Teyla quickly clicked the radio piece in her right ear. “Yes, Doctor Weir. What is it?”
“We’ve had a slight change in plans.” Elizabeth’s voice cracked with static. “All personnel at the Alpha-Site are instructed to return to Atlantis as soon as possible.
“I do not understand.” Teyla frowned.
“We’ve just gotten reinforcements- from Earth.”
“That is very good to hear. I will do my best to get everyone back quickly. Teyla out.” Clicking off her radio, she turned back to her friend and for the first time all day, Teyla felt like smiling. “The Ancestors must indeed be watching over me.”
*
“Okay, the one thing you’ve gotta remember about these Jumpers is that they literally read your mind.” John Sheppard stood before his small class of Jumper pilots in Atlantis’ landing bay. “Most of the time that’s a good thing, but you don’t want it distracting your field of vision when you’re trying to blow a Dart out of the sky. So stay focused on what you really need at the time.”
Turning to walk to the nearest ship, situated on the lower level, John motioned for the men to follow him. “All right, let’s get familiar with the controls and get you guys in the air.”
As the rear hatch of Jumper five opened, he felt a flash of emotions rip though his mind. Intense sorrow coupled with fear and anxiety. John nearly doubled over under the pain of the feelings Teyla was experiencing. It wasn’t the first time today that this had happened.
Bracing himself on the doorframe he took a couple of deep breaths and hoped that the other pilots didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. After a few seconds the connection weakened and dissolved all together.
“Sir?” the pilot standing next to him asked, “should we go in?”
“Yeah, go. Sorry about that. I guess my dinner didn’t agree with me.” None-the-wiser, the men filed in past him as he waited for his heart to quit racing.
God he hoped she was okay. Hopefully Elizabeth had done what he asked, and Teyla would be back from the Alpha-Site soon. As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t soon enough. He couldn’t afford to be worried sick over her; unable to control the new connection they had with one another. People’s lives were at stake.
Pushing this last round of turmoil out of his mind, he determined that as soon as he was done here, he would find her. He didn’t care if shut the door in his face, had to know that she was all right.
*
Teyla wasn’t quite prepared for the scene that greeted her upon arriving back at Atlantis. Large pieces of equipment littered the large circular gate room and people she’d never seen before darted to and fro like nervous ants.
Searching the upper balcony area, she tried to locate Major Sheppard or any of the senior staff, with no success. She would just have to go find him. She did not want to waste any more time waiting to tell him about her change of heart.
Sprinting up the stairs she looked around the control room for a familiar face, glad when spotted Aiden bounding down the upper stairs.
“Teyla!” Ford’s grin split his face from ear to ear. “Isn’t it great? Stargate Command got our message and sent reinforcements!”
“Yes, it is wonderful, Lieutenant.” Teyla returned his smile.
“*And*, they’re sending the newest battle cruiser, the Daedalus, with a fully charged ZPM! We’ll be able to power the city’s shields as soon as they get here!”
Teyla was nearly speechless with relief. They finally had a chance to fight the Wraith! “The Ancestors must have heard the many prayers of my people to protect the city.”
“Well, it’s not here yet, it’s gonna be three more days. But, yeah! You should see the guns they brought!” Ford laughed like a kid.
“I will look forward to it. I just hope it is enough to hold off the Wraith before your new ship arrives.” Suddenly shy, Teyla hesitated. “Ah, Aiden, have you seen Major Sheppard? I would like very much to talk to him.”
“Sure,” he answered, taking Teyla’s change of topic in stride. “He’s training new pilots to fly the Jumpers.” Ford frowned slightly. “He may be busy for a while. You might as well settle in for the night and talk to him in the morning.”
“That is probably good advice, Aiden, but I am not sure I will be able to sleep any time soon. I really must talk to the Major.”
“I know what you mean!” Ford’s boyish enthusiasm was contagious and Teyla found herself smiling again in spite of her disappointment. “I gotta go, Teyla. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good-night, Lt. Ford.”
The young Lieutenant continued on his way down the stairs and though the gate room.
Grimacing, Teyla looked around trying to decide what to do now that she would have to wait yet again to see John. Dr. Weir found her before she could make up her mind.
“Teyla! You’re back. Good.” Elizabeth smiled warmly and touched the younger woman’s shoulder. “Did all your people make it back from the Alpha-Site safely?”
“Yes, they did, thank you.”
“Good. I’m afraid it’s going to be rather chaotic around here for the next several days so tell them if they need anything, they may have to fend for themselves.”
“Speaking of which, Doctor. Could you explain to me exactly what will happen? How will we defend the city until the ZPM arrives?” Concern at the thought lacing her voice.
The older woman frowned sympathetically. “Oh, I wish I could, but I’m meeting with Rodney and Carson,” she looked at her watch, “right now, as a matter of fact. Can I catch you up tomorrow morning?”
“Yes of course, Doctor.” Weir started to walk away, but Teyla need to know one more thing. “Ah, Dr. Weir?”
Elizabeth stopped and turned around. “Yes?”
“Lt. Ford told me that Major Sheppard is training new pilots, do you know when he will finish? It is important that I speak to him.”
“I believe Col. Everett said 2330, but you know the Major, if he feels the new pilots need more instruction, it could be much later than that.”
“I see,” Teyla said lamely. “Thank you.”
“Well, see you in the morning.” With that, Dr. Weir disappeared down the hallway.
Four more hours to wait, she mused dejectedly. It seemed like an eternity. She would just have to keep herself busy until it was time for him to get off duty, then she would change her clothes and wait for him in his quarters.
*
John was finished with Jumper training-. Finally, he thought exasperatedly. It wasn’t that it was a difficult job, the guys were already top-notch pilots and easy to train. It was that John’s nerves were strung tight as a bow from the combination of trying to remain calm on the outside while fighting to subdue the connection between he and Teyla on the inside. It damn near drove him over the edge. He was so tired he couldn’t see straight. He had to find her. He had to do something about what she was feeling.
With that thought in mind he left the Jumper Bay as quickly as he could and headed for the nearest city Transporter that would take him to her quarters.
He arrived in record time only to find that she wasn’t there. Damn.
He knew for sure that she’d come back with the other Athosians he’d confirmed it with Weir by radio on his way; so where the hell was she?
“Teyla, this is Sheppard, do you copy?”
Nothing.
“Teyla, it’s John, respond.”
Still nothing.
She wouldn’t have turned off her radio even to sleep. Now he was worried.
“Weir, this is Sheppard.”
“Yes, Major,” Weir’s voice crackled over the COM system.
“When was the last time anyone saw Teyla?”
“I’m not sure. Is there a problem?”
“She’s not answering her radio and she’s not in her quarters.”
“Standby, Major, I’ll ask around and get back to you.” Her radio clicked off.
John stood in the hallway by Teyla’s room and waited for what seemed like forever for Elizabeth to radio back. In reality it had only been a few minutes.
“John?” Weir’s voice sounded in his ear.
“Go ahead.”
“Haling said she retired for the night about forty-five minutes ago, he hasn’t seen her since.”
“Okay, thanks. I’m sure it’s nothing, but I’m going to try and find her.”
“Copy that, Weir out.”
Where the hell was she? Granted she didn’t know he’d be looking for her, but the fact that she didn’t have her radio on had him concerned. Where would she have gone?
*
Teyla was starting to get desperate sitting alone on John’s bed. It was well past midnight now and still he hadn’t come back. What if he were to be out all night training? Then she’d never have the chance to talk to him. Mild panic ran though her heart at the thought. She *had* to talk to him.
Panic. There it was again, only this time it wasn’t hers, it was John’s. He was worried out of his mind for her. She had to find him, now.
Jumping up from the bed she bolted for the door as she called out to him in her mind and felt the now familiar connection form instantly. Where was he?
Suddenly, in her head she saw the balcony over-looking the ocean on the East pier. That’s where he was.
“Where are you?’ she felt rather than heard John’s voice in her head.
‘Your room,’ she thought back to him.
‘Stay there.’ was his answer.
It hadn’t occurred to John that he could get through to her with their newfound connection. It sure would have been a hell of a lot easier if he had. Thankfully she had, most likely in response to the moment of panic he’d felt when he didn’t find her on the pier.
It was one of her favorite places to be when she was off duty and he was so sure she’d be there that when she wasn’t he felt a moment of helplessness because with a city this big, he had no idea where to look next.
Well now that he knew where she was he wouldn’t waste any more time thinking about why and how. John made his way to his quarters in record time.
*
There are moments in everyone’s life when time seems to move more slowly, every sight, sense and sound absorbed, imprinted. John had always attributed this phenomenon to the mind’s infinite capacity to know instinctively those times that were so special they merited a unique kind of memory storage. One that could be recalled at will in perfect detail.
The first few moments that occurred when he entered his quarters proved to be just that kind of experience.
Things like, the look of love and relief on Teyla’s face when he came through the door; the warm glow of low light in his quarters; the smell of the ocean through the open window; the barely there amber colored night-clothes she was wearing, to name but a few.
As time gradually returned to normal John’s sage green eyes met Teyla’s cocoa brown ones in intimate primal communication across the small space between his door, where he stood, and his bed, where she waited. Transfixed, they walked toward one another, closing the gap. Then as if by some pre-ordained signal, he engulfed her delicate frame in his and they melded seamlessly into one another’s arms, lips fusing together in a passionately explosive kiss.
John’s kiss was devouring, almost punishing in its intensity, but he couldn’t help himself. The hours of straining to contain his worry and anguish for her combined with the protective rage he’d felt when he killed the Wraith prisoner, busted free and found its expression in their kiss. She really was all right and he was starving for the feel of her body next to his, his lips on hers.
Teyla’s lips felt deliciously bruised and battered from John’s overflow of passion. She was being consumed bit by bit and she reveled in it. This was John, her love, her protector, her warrior; she strained with all that was in her to let him know she understood his need.
The flame building between them was bright and irresistible, daring them to plunge in and be fuel for the fire. Thankfully for them both, some shred of rationality in John’s passion drugged brain remembered his promise to her that he wouldn’t touch her till she was ready to trust him again.
Against the will of every painfully aroused cell in his body John pulled his lips from hers and gently set her from him.
“Sorry,” he managed, still slightly out of breath. “I… promised…”
Teyla’s gentle fingers on his lips effectively silenced anything more he could say. “John,” she whispered his name like a caress, “it is all right.”
“But I thought you wanted…”
Again Teyla interrupted before he could finish his thought.
“When the Wraith invaded my mind during the interrogation and tried to cripple me, your emotional reaction was so powerful that I felt what you felt. Exactly what you felt.”
Not sure what to say or how to feel about that level of exposure, John remained silent.
“I had not thought it was possible for you to love me as I love you. I thought you would always put your mission and its concerns ahead of me. I am ashamed to say I mistrusted you because of it.” Teyla looked away, avoiding his eyes.
A multitude of different things rushed though John’s mind as he thought about her words, not the least of which was relief. He supposed he should have felt insulted that she didn’t believe he was capable of loving her selflessly, but for some reason it just didn’t matter all that much. Not nearly as much as the knowledge that she trusted him again.
Hell, if she’d done some of the things he did and he had little or no explanation as to why, he had to admit he’d probably have felt the same mistrust. In the end he really couldn’t blame her for coming to that conclusion.
It also spoke volumes to him that she’d been beside herself obsessing over whether or not she’d get a chance to tell him about her change of mind. John had first hand knowledge of her inner emotions and knew what it meant to her to repair their relationship.
Of course it didn’t hurt that she was head over heels in love with him either. That was one message he never got tired of getting.
Pulling her close again, John gently caressed her cheek and tilted her face till he could see her eyes. “Teyla, despite what you might have thought, *too* many of my decisions are made by thinking about how it will affect you. If Command, or Elizabeth for that matter, had any idea, I’d be out of a job.”
Tendrils of desire stirred once more at his words lifting gooseflesh across her arms. Teyla shivered delicately and rested her hands on his broad chest. “I was afraid that I would never have the chance to tell you how wrong I had been. I would never have forgiven myself.”
“Well, now, I know. That’s all that matters.”
“You can forgive me so easily?” she asked, half jokingly, quirking up the ends of her lips in a sexy little pout.
“Well…” he seemed to consider with mock seriousness, “maybe you’re right. Yeah, on second thought, I think you’d better give me some ‘incentive’” he paused, running his hand over her ass by way of demonstration, “to wipe the entire thing out of my mind.”
A slow sexy smile diffused over Teyla’s face causing John’s simmering arousal to burst into full flame again.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked provocatively dragging her fingertips up and down his bare arm.
“I think this will do for a start,” his voice husky and low, “then we’ll just work up from there,” he finished, just before his lips descended on hers.
The heightened desire racing from one to the other over their now active connection rendered her incapable of commenting further, but then again, she did not really care. Teyla had every intention of making love to John Sheppard till neither of them could see straight and words were definitely not necessary.
He was drowning; sucked under wave after wave of the most intense physical experience he could remember. The simple thing he’d once called a kiss became something new and infinitely more when coupled with the surge of aroused passion he was feeling from Teyla plus his own.
Locked together as close as was possible, their lips met over and over in a maelstrom of need. To John she was every fantasy he’d ever had come to life, she held nothing back of herself; her supple body was his for the taking.
As he imagined all the ways he wanted to love her, he had to suppress a smug crow of triumph when she whimpered with desire at his thoughts and lost the ability to hold herself upright.
Acting quickly he swept her up in his arms and laid her out like some exotic pagan sacrifice on his bed. Not one to meekly accept her fate, Teyla immediately propped herself up on her elbows to watch him through heavy lidded, smoldering eyes as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Her sudden intake of breath at the sight of his bare chest sent several pleasurable jolts to his already hardened erection.
In a supple sexy move, she bent her knee up causing what there was of her nightclothes to slither aside and expose the entire length of her long leg. It was his turn to catch his breath.
“Undress for me,” she purred low in her throat.
Mesmerized by the erotic picture she presented lying there on his bed, perfect breasts straining at the fabric to be free, hair splayed in alluring disarray, a look of pure desire in her eyes, and a lovely expanse of exposed creamy cocoa skin, John could do nothing but comply with her request.
Sitting down, he made quick work of his boots and socks and tossed them aside; now for the real fun.
Unhurriedly, he rose from the corner chair across from his bed where Teyla watched in sensual silence. Never taking his eyes from hers, first the button of his pants came free, next his zipper, centimeter by slow delicious centimeter. He saw her lips part slightly and her small pink tongue peek out to lick her luscious top lip. It was as if she couldn’t wait to taste him.
John had to close his eyes against the image for a moment in order to control the lightening bolts of pure lust ripping though is body. When he could trust himself to look at her again, it didn’t take long for the zipper to go all the way down.
Seductively peeling away the freed halves of his pants, he gave her the first glimpse of what lay beneath. Teyla’s breath hitched audibly. A slight push and shake of his powerful hips and the garment dropped to the floor altogether. He kicked it out of the way.
As John hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his briefs Teyla’s eyes went wide and he could hear her breath coming in short soft pants. He hardened and bucked in response and again had to close his eyes against the rush of desire. God, if he didn’t get himself under control he would lose it before he even touched her.
Another moment passed, he then opened his eyes to slide the remainder of his clothes to the floor and waited, as she looked her fill.
Teyla perused him slowly leaving a trail of fire everywhere her gaze traveled before finally coming to rest on his now painfully rigid erection.
“Oh, my…” she breathed. Then lifting her lids sensuously till her eyes locked with his, a smile of pure feminine appreciation wreathed her face and she shifted to hold out her arm to him in age-old invitation.
John didn’t have to be asked twice, and before Teyla could blink, he was on the bed, rolling her under him. Like match to tinder passion flamed between them hotly making their kisses instantly open mouthed and very intimate, their tongues plunging in and out, tangling, caressing, a foreshadowing of things to come.
Teyla reached down between their heated bodies to stroke the object of her desire loving the fact that only she could render her warrior weak and helpless with longing. John’s unrestrained moans of pleasure at her touch humbled her and she wanted nothing more than to please him.
She sensed from him that she wouldn’t be able to play very long just as his hand touched hers to prevent her gentle torture. She would have to save that fantasy for another time.
“I won’t…” John murmured between kisses, “…last, love.”
“We can not have that,” she teased.
“No.” John trailed a line of tiny kisses down her neck. “We can’t.”
Teyla shivered in fevered arousal as he expertly found all her pulse points. He chuckled wickedly. Needing his lips on hers again, she clasped his head, gently guiding him back to her.
That suited John just fine, it would make it all that much sweeter when he captured her little cries of pleasure with his kiss as he tortured her beautiful breasts. To that end he slipped both of his arms from around her and slid his hands under her top, lifting it over her head.
It was almost ridiculous to call it clothing, there was so little to it. It looked like a gossamer version of what she wore to spar in. Lord knew he’d never look at *that* outfit the same way again. But he wasn’t complaining, it was Teyla candy for the eye.
The bottom half of her ensemble he left in place, he had special plans for it.
After tossing the filmy halter to the floor, he splayed both hands at her waist and skimmed his way up till they rested just below the curve of each lovely mound.
Deepening their kiss again, John lightly stroked the undersides with his fingertips till she was making those little sounds he loved so much. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn’t about to rush anything.
Finally, when he’d decided that he’d tortured her enough, he moved further up to cup her now fully aroused breasts, giving the barest of caresses to her tight nipples.
Teyla gasped and whimpered, arching up off the bed.
John broke their kiss to look at her. What he saw stole his breath. She was so achingly beautiful with her eyes closed in a passion he created; he couldn’t look away.
“Teyla,” he breathed reverently.
Her lips curved slightly at the sound of her name and she arched up for his touch.
“Open your eyes.” John commanded softly deciding that when he touched her again he wanted to see her eyes.
The moment Teyla’s passion dilated eyes met his John’s he palmed her aching breasts, rubbing his strong tapered fingers over and over them. Pleasure hot and intense flowed from there to every point in her body, especially her center that throbbed lightly in anticipation of equal attention.
She tried and failed to hold her eyes open just a second longer wanting so much to see the look of rapt appreciation on her warrior’s face. No man had ever looked at her with such loving reverence, no one but John.
After a moments respite, Teyla managed to crack open her lids again just in time to watch him pinch and roll each of her pebble hard nipples. Thanks be to the Ancestors for a man such as this, she thought, who could make her feel such passion.
It felt almost forbidden to observe his hands as they expertly teased her into a frenzy of need and desire. Eventually John caught her staring and they shared a moment of intimate knowledge that she was nearly orgasmic and he was the reason. The warrior and his conquest.
Not missing a beat he crushed his lips to hers in a frantic kiss and snaked one hand from her breast reaching his hand under the pliant waistband of her remaining clothing to her clit. Finding her slick and wet his own member pulsed in yearning. Pushing that ruthlessly aside he slipped his fingers in-between her folds. It only took two or three well placed caresses to send her hurtling over the edge. The warrior roared.
Now for the other half of her nightclothes...
John slid deftly to the floor and keeled, pulling Teyla’s legs around with him to drape over the side on the bed. Gooseflesh raised all over him when she ran her small hands though his hair in tender recognition of what had just passed between them. The warrior in him gloried in the fact that he could still feel her trembling with the aftershocks of her climax as he parted her legs and drew her towards him.
The ultra thin skirt she wore did resemble her sparing clothes, but where the separated panels on that one were opaque, these were sheer all the way up to the dropped waistline. It invited a man to reach in between them and find what lay underneath. Deciding to leave it in place, he let the filmy panels drape over his arms, an erotic fantasy come to life.
Not even trying to stay upright once she realized what he intended, her sated body collapsed back on the bed.
Teyla had heard stories from other women in her village about men who would give the most intimate of kisses; kisses that could make you mindless with physical need, but she never really believed she would be fortunate enough to experience it for herself.
It was good to be wrong, she decided as the first sizzling touch of John’s tongue connected with her most intimate self. Very good.
Over and over his tongue petted her sensitive clit. Over and over she cried out for him and begged him not to stop.
Over and over he obeyed her fevered command.
When John bit, then gently sucked her, till she could not remember where she was, she prayed to the Ancestors that she would survive the pulsating pleasure threatening to shatter her very core.
When he repeated the same, while impaling her on three of his elegantly clever fingers, Teyla Emmagan screamed in mindless ecstasy as her body was wracked with wave after wave of exquisite release.
“I love you,” Teyla murmured, as her body lay limp and sated on his bed.
Feverish longing stirred and strained at the bonds John had set for himself, while he’d pleasured and loved his Teyla. However, if he didn’t seat himself to the hilt in her lush body soon, he would spill on the bed like some immature fifteen-year old.
Before re-joining her, he yanked the skirt off in an almost savage fashion, losing control with each passing second.
Suddenly they were laying skin to fevered skin, their hands engaged in delicious exploration of the other.
“God, Teyla…” John groaned. “I need…” the words left him when she tilted her hips up to his in silent entreaty. He didn’t disappoint, and in one powerful stroke, sunk himself in her welcoming warmth as far as he could go.
Ecstatic pre-orgasmic chills raced along over sensitized nerve endings and he had to use every bit of self-control not to spill himself right then and there. Panting and out of breath, he busied himself with kissing and nipping his way from her collarbone to her delicate inner ear.
Teyla’s head thrashed from side to side overwhelmed by a passion that built again so quickly she wouldn’t have thought it possible. John was exquisitely sized, large, long and incredibly hard; she’d never felt anything so wonderful. Add to that the emotions crashing between them and it was a wonder they were still sane.
Unable to keep her self still very long, she pulled her slim legs up to rest on his hips and tilted herself up again in a seductive rocking motion.
John’s tenuous control snapped and he began pumping himself in and out of her tight passage with primitive intensity. Teyla stayed with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, her sleek muscular legs allowing him to strike incredibly deep and hard within her.
“John…John…” she begged, almost incoherently. “Please…”
“So, tight…. so…oh, God…” he answered, lost in the moment, “…love you.”
When she grabbed his head for a punishing kiss, her rhythm faltering slightly, he knew she was close to another powerful release. Since he had every intention of joining her this time, he picked up the already impossible pace, thrusting, pounding, straining, reaching, till in a moment of blinding glorious pleasure, they both fell into the void, together.
When John could move, he gently rolled over and pulled Teyla into his arms, guiding her head down till it was pillowed on his chest.
Sighing contentedly, she hooked a leg over his and placed a hand over his heart.
“Do, you have any idea how much I love you?” John asked dropping a kiss on her forehead.
Angling her face up, their lips met in tender promise.
“I think I might, since I love you just as much.” Teyla smiled up to him with that half smile he loved so much.
“Too bad the world may be ending in a few days.” He sighed, his natural sarcasm returning.
“Do we not have a chance to succeed now that your people have sent reinforcements and a ship?”
“I won’t lie to you, Teyla, the odds on this one are still only about fifty- fifty. Better, if the Daedalus can get here in time.”
“Well, whatever the odds or the outcome, we will fight together.” Her leg tightened on his protectively.
“The Wraith don’t stand a chance then.” He said playfully, rubbing his hands up and down her supple back.
Teyla thought to reply, but his kiss prevented it. It looked like she wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. Ah, well, what else was new? At least it was more pleasant than Wraith induced nightmares.
“Again?” she asked with mock incredulity
.
“And again,” John purred sexily, “and again,” his kisses became more passionate. “And…”
Eventually, there was nothing left to say.
EPILOGE
Looking back on the events of the last month, Teyla found it hard to believe that things turned out as well as they did. Not only did they defeat the armada of Wraith ships, due to John’s brilliant out of the box thinking, they ensured they wouldn’t be bothered for a long time to come.
Very few of her people lost their lives in the fight, only the missing Aiden Ford could mar the hopeful outlook for the future. The city had full power, and more help - she couldn’t ask for anything more.
It was difficult for Teyla to be separated from John when he made the trip to his home, but there was no way for her to have gone with him. Atlantis department heads only, no exceptions. Besides, if his weekly communications back to Atlantis were any indication, she could look forward to a very passion starved warrior when he returned. In fact he mentioned something about not letting her out of bed for two days.
That was definitely a good way to look at their forced separation. And after all, she’d learned, it was always healthy to have another perspective.
END
Author: Sanssong
Rating: NC-17
Part: 7/7
Pairing: John/Teyla, Weir, Ford, McKay, Beckett, Charin, Bates
Genre: Drama/Romance/Missing Scenes
Spoilers: The Gift, The Siege I, II & III & Intruder
Word Count: 11,387
Warnings: Adult Sexual Situations
Archiving: Gate of Dreams, Sheppard/Teyla Fever, Atlantis Fic, Atlantica, Unique Bond, Heliopolis, Wraith Bait, John and Teyla SGA, Sci-Fi Buzz, STF- LJ, GW-ST LJ, Atlantis Lovers, All others, please ask first.
Summary: The Wraith are still coming, but John and Teyla manage to connect in ways they never dreamed of.
Disclaimer: I don’t own this story concept or the characters. No money is made from them.
Author’s Note: Very Special Thanks to Anna who has held my hand and listened to my whining about missed deadlines and a 3 chapter story that turned in to six. She is the queen of all betas, kicking my ass when I needed it and telling me when I’d nailed it dead on. I couldn’t have done this without you! *smooch*!
From the time Teyla and John left the Wraith dead, in the brig, events moved forward at a frightening rate. Teyla immediately left for the mainland to oversee evacuation of the Athosians and other non-essential personnel to the Alpha-Site.
For a PG-13 version of this chapter, please click here Chapter 7 PG-13
Chapter 7
There was no time to speak to John alone, no time to tell him what she’d discovered from their brief connections during the interrogation- no time to feel his lips against hers, no time to tell him again that she loved him- *and* trusted him- no time. She could only hope when they’d all been evacuated, she would have the chance to tell him she’d been wrong.
At this point, that was a big ‘if’ she reflected morosely.
It was evening by the time she and the other Athosians and non-essential personnel reached their new home and Teyla was beyond tired, so much so that there was a very good chance she’d be sleeping under the stars tonight, as she didn’t have the strength to set up her tent. Haling had offered to do it for her, but she couldn’t in good conscience let him, he was just as tired as she was. Pausing from her labors for a moment, she took a good look around their new home.
They could have done a lot worse. Despite the slight chill in the air, it was pleasant and dry reminding her of Athos. Unlike Athos, however, there were two very bright moons riding high in the sky, making the verdant landscape visible even at night.
In the distance to her right she could see a vast range of mountains, quite possibly the most beautiful she’d ever beheld, capped with snow. On the other side was a small clear lake beside which they’d made camp. If the Ancestor’s willed, there would be fish in it and plentiful game in the woods that surrounded the glen.
Teyla closed her eyes and breathed deeply of the fresh night air, she’d missed living this close to the land. Not that she regretted her decision to stay on Atlantis she just missed parts of the life she knew before.
But if she had to, could she go back to the life she had known before John Sheppard? That was not something she wanted to contemplate.
“Hello, child,” the wizened voice of her mentor sounded beside her, pulling her from her reverie.
“Charin!” Teyla turned and gently clasped the old woman’s shoulders, touching her head to hers in greeting. “You do not know how I have missed you and your words of wise council!”
“And I have missed you as well.” Squinting her old eyes at Teyla in the bright moonlight, Charin lifted her hand to cup the younger woman’s cheek. “You look tired, Teyla- and worried.”
“Yes, I am worried.” Teyla reached up to grasp her teacher’s hand gently in hers. “With the city of the Ancestor’s defenseless, we now face an even greater threat from the Wraith.”
“Yes, child, I know. But that is not what really troubles you.”
Unsurprised, by her perception, Teyla had been hoping Charin would give her an opportunity to share her anxiety over leaving unfinished business with John. “Again, you know my mind.”
Hooking her arm through the old woman’s, Teyla looked toward the lake. “Shall we walk? It is such a beautiful night.” Without waiting for a reply, she started slowly, moving Charin away from the camp.
“I have fallen in love, Charin.” She glanced briefly to see any reaction.
“Yes.” Charin smiled and nodded. “He is a good man, your father would approve.”
Teyla let out a small surprised laugh. “How did you guess who it was?”
“One thing about being alive as long as I have,” her aged voiced crackled with humor, “is you can tell what people are thinking before they say it. I only had to see you with your Major Sheppard once and I could see the way the wind blew- for both of you.”
“That’s why you urged me to be patient.”
“Your man is a warrior Teyla, you should know that better than most and that means it will always be in his blood to…to…conquer--” Charin waved her hand toward the sky, “--the next new thing. What you have to do is wait for him understand who he’s conquering it for!”
“I think it is safe to say he has already realized that.” Teyla hid a small smile.
“Well then!” Charin looked at her in surprise. “Why are you still so troubled?”
“We had a misunderstanding,” she said miserably. “I told him that I did not trust him and I did not have a chance to tell him I was wrong before we had to leave.” Teyla stopped walking, and gazed out over the lake. “I may never get the chance to tell him now.”
Charin patted the hand that was still entwined in her arm. “Oh, child, I am sorry. There is nothing that eats at your soul like regret. I will say a prayer to the Ancestors that it is not something you will have to live with.”
Teyla turned and tried to smile. “Thank you Charin, I…” She didn’t get to finish her thought.
“Teyla?” Dr. Weir’s excited voice sounded over the radio, interrupting her conversation. “Do you copy?”
Teyla quickly clicked the radio piece in her right ear. “Yes, Doctor Weir. What is it?”
“We’ve had a slight change in plans.” Elizabeth’s voice cracked with static. “All personnel at the Alpha-Site are instructed to return to Atlantis as soon as possible.
“I do not understand.” Teyla frowned.
“We’ve just gotten reinforcements- from Earth.”
“That is very good to hear. I will do my best to get everyone back quickly. Teyla out.” Clicking off her radio, she turned back to her friend and for the first time all day, Teyla felt like smiling. “The Ancestors must indeed be watching over me.”
*
“Okay, the one thing you’ve gotta remember about these Jumpers is that they literally read your mind.” John Sheppard stood before his small class of Jumper pilots in Atlantis’ landing bay. “Most of the time that’s a good thing, but you don’t want it distracting your field of vision when you’re trying to blow a Dart out of the sky. So stay focused on what you really need at the time.”
Turning to walk to the nearest ship, situated on the lower level, John motioned for the men to follow him. “All right, let’s get familiar with the controls and get you guys in the air.”
As the rear hatch of Jumper five opened, he felt a flash of emotions rip though his mind. Intense sorrow coupled with fear and anxiety. John nearly doubled over under the pain of the feelings Teyla was experiencing. It wasn’t the first time today that this had happened.
Bracing himself on the doorframe he took a couple of deep breaths and hoped that the other pilots didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. After a few seconds the connection weakened and dissolved all together.
“Sir?” the pilot standing next to him asked, “should we go in?”
“Yeah, go. Sorry about that. I guess my dinner didn’t agree with me.” None-the-wiser, the men filed in past him as he waited for his heart to quit racing.
God he hoped she was okay. Hopefully Elizabeth had done what he asked, and Teyla would be back from the Alpha-Site soon. As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t soon enough. He couldn’t afford to be worried sick over her; unable to control the new connection they had with one another. People’s lives were at stake.
Pushing this last round of turmoil out of his mind, he determined that as soon as he was done here, he would find her. He didn’t care if shut the door in his face, had to know that she was all right.
*
Teyla wasn’t quite prepared for the scene that greeted her upon arriving back at Atlantis. Large pieces of equipment littered the large circular gate room and people she’d never seen before darted to and fro like nervous ants.
Searching the upper balcony area, she tried to locate Major Sheppard or any of the senior staff, with no success. She would just have to go find him. She did not want to waste any more time waiting to tell him about her change of heart.
Sprinting up the stairs she looked around the control room for a familiar face, glad when spotted Aiden bounding down the upper stairs.
“Teyla!” Ford’s grin split his face from ear to ear. “Isn’t it great? Stargate Command got our message and sent reinforcements!”
“Yes, it is wonderful, Lieutenant.” Teyla returned his smile.
“*And*, they’re sending the newest battle cruiser, the Daedalus, with a fully charged ZPM! We’ll be able to power the city’s shields as soon as they get here!”
Teyla was nearly speechless with relief. They finally had a chance to fight the Wraith! “The Ancestors must have heard the many prayers of my people to protect the city.”
“Well, it’s not here yet, it’s gonna be three more days. But, yeah! You should see the guns they brought!” Ford laughed like a kid.
“I will look forward to it. I just hope it is enough to hold off the Wraith before your new ship arrives.” Suddenly shy, Teyla hesitated. “Ah, Aiden, have you seen Major Sheppard? I would like very much to talk to him.”
“Sure,” he answered, taking Teyla’s change of topic in stride. “He’s training new pilots to fly the Jumpers.” Ford frowned slightly. “He may be busy for a while. You might as well settle in for the night and talk to him in the morning.”
“That is probably good advice, Aiden, but I am not sure I will be able to sleep any time soon. I really must talk to the Major.”
“I know what you mean!” Ford’s boyish enthusiasm was contagious and Teyla found herself smiling again in spite of her disappointment. “I gotta go, Teyla. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good-night, Lt. Ford.”
The young Lieutenant continued on his way down the stairs and though the gate room.
Grimacing, Teyla looked around trying to decide what to do now that she would have to wait yet again to see John. Dr. Weir found her before she could make up her mind.
“Teyla! You’re back. Good.” Elizabeth smiled warmly and touched the younger woman’s shoulder. “Did all your people make it back from the Alpha-Site safely?”
“Yes, they did, thank you.”
“Good. I’m afraid it’s going to be rather chaotic around here for the next several days so tell them if they need anything, they may have to fend for themselves.”
“Speaking of which, Doctor. Could you explain to me exactly what will happen? How will we defend the city until the ZPM arrives?” Concern at the thought lacing her voice.
The older woman frowned sympathetically. “Oh, I wish I could, but I’m meeting with Rodney and Carson,” she looked at her watch, “right now, as a matter of fact. Can I catch you up tomorrow morning?”
“Yes of course, Doctor.” Weir started to walk away, but Teyla need to know one more thing. “Ah, Dr. Weir?”
Elizabeth stopped and turned around. “Yes?”
“Lt. Ford told me that Major Sheppard is training new pilots, do you know when he will finish? It is important that I speak to him.”
“I believe Col. Everett said 2330, but you know the Major, if he feels the new pilots need more instruction, it could be much later than that.”
“I see,” Teyla said lamely. “Thank you.”
“Well, see you in the morning.” With that, Dr. Weir disappeared down the hallway.
Four more hours to wait, she mused dejectedly. It seemed like an eternity. She would just have to keep herself busy until it was time for him to get off duty, then she would change her clothes and wait for him in his quarters.
*
John was finished with Jumper training-. Finally, he thought exasperatedly. It wasn’t that it was a difficult job, the guys were already top-notch pilots and easy to train. It was that John’s nerves were strung tight as a bow from the combination of trying to remain calm on the outside while fighting to subdue the connection between he and Teyla on the inside. It damn near drove him over the edge. He was so tired he couldn’t see straight. He had to find her. He had to do something about what she was feeling.
With that thought in mind he left the Jumper Bay as quickly as he could and headed for the nearest city Transporter that would take him to her quarters.
He arrived in record time only to find that she wasn’t there. Damn.
He knew for sure that she’d come back with the other Athosians he’d confirmed it with Weir by radio on his way; so where the hell was she?
“Teyla, this is Sheppard, do you copy?”
Nothing.
“Teyla, it’s John, respond.”
Still nothing.
She wouldn’t have turned off her radio even to sleep. Now he was worried.
“Weir, this is Sheppard.”
“Yes, Major,” Weir’s voice crackled over the COM system.
“When was the last time anyone saw Teyla?”
“I’m not sure. Is there a problem?”
“She’s not answering her radio and she’s not in her quarters.”
“Standby, Major, I’ll ask around and get back to you.” Her radio clicked off.
John stood in the hallway by Teyla’s room and waited for what seemed like forever for Elizabeth to radio back. In reality it had only been a few minutes.
“John?” Weir’s voice sounded in his ear.
“Go ahead.”
“Haling said she retired for the night about forty-five minutes ago, he hasn’t seen her since.”
“Okay, thanks. I’m sure it’s nothing, but I’m going to try and find her.”
“Copy that, Weir out.”
Where the hell was she? Granted she didn’t know he’d be looking for her, but the fact that she didn’t have her radio on had him concerned. Where would she have gone?
*
Teyla was starting to get desperate sitting alone on John’s bed. It was well past midnight now and still he hadn’t come back. What if he were to be out all night training? Then she’d never have the chance to talk to him. Mild panic ran though her heart at the thought. She *had* to talk to him.
Panic. There it was again, only this time it wasn’t hers, it was John’s. He was worried out of his mind for her. She had to find him, now.
Jumping up from the bed she bolted for the door as she called out to him in her mind and felt the now familiar connection form instantly. Where was he?
Suddenly, in her head she saw the balcony over-looking the ocean on the East pier. That’s where he was.
“Where are you?’ she felt rather than heard John’s voice in her head.
‘Your room,’ she thought back to him.
‘Stay there.’ was his answer.
It hadn’t occurred to John that he could get through to her with their newfound connection. It sure would have been a hell of a lot easier if he had. Thankfully she had, most likely in response to the moment of panic he’d felt when he didn’t find her on the pier.
It was one of her favorite places to be when she was off duty and he was so sure she’d be there that when she wasn’t he felt a moment of helplessness because with a city this big, he had no idea where to look next.
Well now that he knew where she was he wouldn’t waste any more time thinking about why and how. John made his way to his quarters in record time.
*
There are moments in everyone’s life when time seems to move more slowly, every sight, sense and sound absorbed, imprinted. John had always attributed this phenomenon to the mind’s infinite capacity to know instinctively those times that were so special they merited a unique kind of memory storage. One that could be recalled at will in perfect detail.
The first few moments that occurred when he entered his quarters proved to be just that kind of experience.
Things like, the look of love and relief on Teyla’s face when he came through the door; the warm glow of low light in his quarters; the smell of the ocean through the open window; the barely there amber colored night-clothes she was wearing, to name but a few.
As time gradually returned to normal John’s sage green eyes met Teyla’s cocoa brown ones in intimate primal communication across the small space between his door, where he stood, and his bed, where she waited. Transfixed, they walked toward one another, closing the gap. Then as if by some pre-ordained signal, he engulfed her delicate frame in his and they melded seamlessly into one another’s arms, lips fusing together in a passionately explosive kiss.
John’s kiss was devouring, almost punishing in its intensity, but he couldn’t help himself. The hours of straining to contain his worry and anguish for her combined with the protective rage he’d felt when he killed the Wraith prisoner, busted free and found its expression in their kiss. She really was all right and he was starving for the feel of her body next to his, his lips on hers.
Teyla’s lips felt deliciously bruised and battered from John’s overflow of passion. She was being consumed bit by bit and she reveled in it. This was John, her love, her protector, her warrior; she strained with all that was in her to let him know she understood his need.
The flame building between them was bright and irresistible, daring them to plunge in and be fuel for the fire. Thankfully for them both, some shred of rationality in John’s passion drugged brain remembered his promise to her that he wouldn’t touch her till she was ready to trust him again.
Against the will of every painfully aroused cell in his body John pulled his lips from hers and gently set her from him.
“Sorry,” he managed, still slightly out of breath. “I… promised…”
Teyla’s gentle fingers on his lips effectively silenced anything more he could say. “John,” she whispered his name like a caress, “it is all right.”
“But I thought you wanted…”
Again Teyla interrupted before he could finish his thought.
“When the Wraith invaded my mind during the interrogation and tried to cripple me, your emotional reaction was so powerful that I felt what you felt. Exactly what you felt.”
Not sure what to say or how to feel about that level of exposure, John remained silent.
“I had not thought it was possible for you to love me as I love you. I thought you would always put your mission and its concerns ahead of me. I am ashamed to say I mistrusted you because of it.” Teyla looked away, avoiding his eyes.
A multitude of different things rushed though John’s mind as he thought about her words, not the least of which was relief. He supposed he should have felt insulted that she didn’t believe he was capable of loving her selflessly, but for some reason it just didn’t matter all that much. Not nearly as much as the knowledge that she trusted him again.
Hell, if she’d done some of the things he did and he had little or no explanation as to why, he had to admit he’d probably have felt the same mistrust. In the end he really couldn’t blame her for coming to that conclusion.
It also spoke volumes to him that she’d been beside herself obsessing over whether or not she’d get a chance to tell him about her change of mind. John had first hand knowledge of her inner emotions and knew what it meant to her to repair their relationship.
Of course it didn’t hurt that she was head over heels in love with him either. That was one message he never got tired of getting.
Pulling her close again, John gently caressed her cheek and tilted her face till he could see her eyes. “Teyla, despite what you might have thought, *too* many of my decisions are made by thinking about how it will affect you. If Command, or Elizabeth for that matter, had any idea, I’d be out of a job.”
Tendrils of desire stirred once more at his words lifting gooseflesh across her arms. Teyla shivered delicately and rested her hands on his broad chest. “I was afraid that I would never have the chance to tell you how wrong I had been. I would never have forgiven myself.”
“Well, now, I know. That’s all that matters.”
“You can forgive me so easily?” she asked, half jokingly, quirking up the ends of her lips in a sexy little pout.
“Well…” he seemed to consider with mock seriousness, “maybe you’re right. Yeah, on second thought, I think you’d better give me some ‘incentive’” he paused, running his hand over her ass by way of demonstration, “to wipe the entire thing out of my mind.”
A slow sexy smile diffused over Teyla’s face causing John’s simmering arousal to burst into full flame again.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked provocatively dragging her fingertips up and down his bare arm.
“I think this will do for a start,” his voice husky and low, “then we’ll just work up from there,” he finished, just before his lips descended on hers.
The heightened desire racing from one to the other over their now active connection rendered her incapable of commenting further, but then again, she did not really care. Teyla had every intention of making love to John Sheppard till neither of them could see straight and words were definitely not necessary.
He was drowning; sucked under wave after wave of the most intense physical experience he could remember. The simple thing he’d once called a kiss became something new and infinitely more when coupled with the surge of aroused passion he was feeling from Teyla plus his own.
Locked together as close as was possible, their lips met over and over in a maelstrom of need. To John she was every fantasy he’d ever had come to life, she held nothing back of herself; her supple body was his for the taking.
As he imagined all the ways he wanted to love her, he had to suppress a smug crow of triumph when she whimpered with desire at his thoughts and lost the ability to hold herself upright.
Acting quickly he swept her up in his arms and laid her out like some exotic pagan sacrifice on his bed. Not one to meekly accept her fate, Teyla immediately propped herself up on her elbows to watch him through heavy lidded, smoldering eyes as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Her sudden intake of breath at the sight of his bare chest sent several pleasurable jolts to his already hardened erection.
In a supple sexy move, she bent her knee up causing what there was of her nightclothes to slither aside and expose the entire length of her long leg. It was his turn to catch his breath.
“Undress for me,” she purred low in her throat.
Mesmerized by the erotic picture she presented lying there on his bed, perfect breasts straining at the fabric to be free, hair splayed in alluring disarray, a look of pure desire in her eyes, and a lovely expanse of exposed creamy cocoa skin, John could do nothing but comply with her request.
Sitting down, he made quick work of his boots and socks and tossed them aside; now for the real fun.
Unhurriedly, he rose from the corner chair across from his bed where Teyla watched in sensual silence. Never taking his eyes from hers, first the button of his pants came free, next his zipper, centimeter by slow delicious centimeter. He saw her lips part slightly and her small pink tongue peek out to lick her luscious top lip. It was as if she couldn’t wait to taste him.
John had to close his eyes against the image for a moment in order to control the lightening bolts of pure lust ripping though is body. When he could trust himself to look at her again, it didn’t take long for the zipper to go all the way down.
Seductively peeling away the freed halves of his pants, he gave her the first glimpse of what lay beneath. Teyla’s breath hitched audibly. A slight push and shake of his powerful hips and the garment dropped to the floor altogether. He kicked it out of the way.
As John hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his briefs Teyla’s eyes went wide and he could hear her breath coming in short soft pants. He hardened and bucked in response and again had to close his eyes against the rush of desire. God, if he didn’t get himself under control he would lose it before he even touched her.
Another moment passed, he then opened his eyes to slide the remainder of his clothes to the floor and waited, as she looked her fill.
Teyla perused him slowly leaving a trail of fire everywhere her gaze traveled before finally coming to rest on his now painfully rigid erection.
“Oh, my…” she breathed. Then lifting her lids sensuously till her eyes locked with his, a smile of pure feminine appreciation wreathed her face and she shifted to hold out her arm to him in age-old invitation.
John didn’t have to be asked twice, and before Teyla could blink, he was on the bed, rolling her under him. Like match to tinder passion flamed between them hotly making their kisses instantly open mouthed and very intimate, their tongues plunging in and out, tangling, caressing, a foreshadowing of things to come.
Teyla reached down between their heated bodies to stroke the object of her desire loving the fact that only she could render her warrior weak and helpless with longing. John’s unrestrained moans of pleasure at her touch humbled her and she wanted nothing more than to please him.
She sensed from him that she wouldn’t be able to play very long just as his hand touched hers to prevent her gentle torture. She would have to save that fantasy for another time.
“I won’t…” John murmured between kisses, “…last, love.”
“We can not have that,” she teased.
“No.” John trailed a line of tiny kisses down her neck. “We can’t.”
Teyla shivered in fevered arousal as he expertly found all her pulse points. He chuckled wickedly. Needing his lips on hers again, she clasped his head, gently guiding him back to her.
That suited John just fine, it would make it all that much sweeter when he captured her little cries of pleasure with his kiss as he tortured her beautiful breasts. To that end he slipped both of his arms from around her and slid his hands under her top, lifting it over her head.
It was almost ridiculous to call it clothing, there was so little to it. It looked like a gossamer version of what she wore to spar in. Lord knew he’d never look at *that* outfit the same way again. But he wasn’t complaining, it was Teyla candy for the eye.
The bottom half of her ensemble he left in place, he had special plans for it.
After tossing the filmy halter to the floor, he splayed both hands at her waist and skimmed his way up till they rested just below the curve of each lovely mound.
Deepening their kiss again, John lightly stroked the undersides with his fingertips till she was making those little sounds he loved so much. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he wasn’t about to rush anything.
Finally, when he’d decided that he’d tortured her enough, he moved further up to cup her now fully aroused breasts, giving the barest of caresses to her tight nipples.
Teyla gasped and whimpered, arching up off the bed.
John broke their kiss to look at her. What he saw stole his breath. She was so achingly beautiful with her eyes closed in a passion he created; he couldn’t look away.
“Teyla,” he breathed reverently.
Her lips curved slightly at the sound of her name and she arched up for his touch.
“Open your eyes.” John commanded softly deciding that when he touched her again he wanted to see her eyes.
The moment Teyla’s passion dilated eyes met his John’s he palmed her aching breasts, rubbing his strong tapered fingers over and over them. Pleasure hot and intense flowed from there to every point in her body, especially her center that throbbed lightly in anticipation of equal attention.
She tried and failed to hold her eyes open just a second longer wanting so much to see the look of rapt appreciation on her warrior’s face. No man had ever looked at her with such loving reverence, no one but John.
After a moments respite, Teyla managed to crack open her lids again just in time to watch him pinch and roll each of her pebble hard nipples. Thanks be to the Ancestors for a man such as this, she thought, who could make her feel such passion.
It felt almost forbidden to observe his hands as they expertly teased her into a frenzy of need and desire. Eventually John caught her staring and they shared a moment of intimate knowledge that she was nearly orgasmic and he was the reason. The warrior and his conquest.
Not missing a beat he crushed his lips to hers in a frantic kiss and snaked one hand from her breast reaching his hand under the pliant waistband of her remaining clothing to her clit. Finding her slick and wet his own member pulsed in yearning. Pushing that ruthlessly aside he slipped his fingers in-between her folds. It only took two or three well placed caresses to send her hurtling over the edge. The warrior roared.
Now for the other half of her nightclothes...
John slid deftly to the floor and keeled, pulling Teyla’s legs around with him to drape over the side on the bed. Gooseflesh raised all over him when she ran her small hands though his hair in tender recognition of what had just passed between them. The warrior in him gloried in the fact that he could still feel her trembling with the aftershocks of her climax as he parted her legs and drew her towards him.
The ultra thin skirt she wore did resemble her sparing clothes, but where the separated panels on that one were opaque, these were sheer all the way up to the dropped waistline. It invited a man to reach in between them and find what lay underneath. Deciding to leave it in place, he let the filmy panels drape over his arms, an erotic fantasy come to life.
Not even trying to stay upright once she realized what he intended, her sated body collapsed back on the bed.
Teyla had heard stories from other women in her village about men who would give the most intimate of kisses; kisses that could make you mindless with physical need, but she never really believed she would be fortunate enough to experience it for herself.
It was good to be wrong, she decided as the first sizzling touch of John’s tongue connected with her most intimate self. Very good.
Over and over his tongue petted her sensitive clit. Over and over she cried out for him and begged him not to stop.
Over and over he obeyed her fevered command.
When John bit, then gently sucked her, till she could not remember where she was, she prayed to the Ancestors that she would survive the pulsating pleasure threatening to shatter her very core.
When he repeated the same, while impaling her on three of his elegantly clever fingers, Teyla Emmagan screamed in mindless ecstasy as her body was wracked with wave after wave of exquisite release.
“I love you,” Teyla murmured, as her body lay limp and sated on his bed.
Feverish longing stirred and strained at the bonds John had set for himself, while he’d pleasured and loved his Teyla. However, if he didn’t seat himself to the hilt in her lush body soon, he would spill on the bed like some immature fifteen-year old.
Before re-joining her, he yanked the skirt off in an almost savage fashion, losing control with each passing second.
Suddenly they were laying skin to fevered skin, their hands engaged in delicious exploration of the other.
“God, Teyla…” John groaned. “I need…” the words left him when she tilted her hips up to his in silent entreaty. He didn’t disappoint, and in one powerful stroke, sunk himself in her welcoming warmth as far as he could go.
Ecstatic pre-orgasmic chills raced along over sensitized nerve endings and he had to use every bit of self-control not to spill himself right then and there. Panting and out of breath, he busied himself with kissing and nipping his way from her collarbone to her delicate inner ear.
Teyla’s head thrashed from side to side overwhelmed by a passion that built again so quickly she wouldn’t have thought it possible. John was exquisitely sized, large, long and incredibly hard; she’d never felt anything so wonderful. Add to that the emotions crashing between them and it was a wonder they were still sane.
Unable to keep her self still very long, she pulled her slim legs up to rest on his hips and tilted herself up again in a seductive rocking motion.
John’s tenuous control snapped and he began pumping himself in and out of her tight passage with primitive intensity. Teyla stayed with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, her sleek muscular legs allowing him to strike incredibly deep and hard within her.
“John…John…” she begged, almost incoherently. “Please…”
“So, tight…. so…oh, God…” he answered, lost in the moment, “…love you.”
When she grabbed his head for a punishing kiss, her rhythm faltering slightly, he knew she was close to another powerful release. Since he had every intention of joining her this time, he picked up the already impossible pace, thrusting, pounding, straining, reaching, till in a moment of blinding glorious pleasure, they both fell into the void, together.
When John could move, he gently rolled over and pulled Teyla into his arms, guiding her head down till it was pillowed on his chest.
Sighing contentedly, she hooked a leg over his and placed a hand over his heart.
“Do, you have any idea how much I love you?” John asked dropping a kiss on her forehead.
Angling her face up, their lips met in tender promise.
“I think I might, since I love you just as much.” Teyla smiled up to him with that half smile he loved so much.
“Too bad the world may be ending in a few days.” He sighed, his natural sarcasm returning.
“Do we not have a chance to succeed now that your people have sent reinforcements and a ship?”
“I won’t lie to you, Teyla, the odds on this one are still only about fifty- fifty. Better, if the Daedalus can get here in time.”
“Well, whatever the odds or the outcome, we will fight together.” Her leg tightened on his protectively.
“The Wraith don’t stand a chance then.” He said playfully, rubbing his hands up and down her supple back.
Teyla thought to reply, but his kiss prevented it. It looked like she wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. Ah, well, what else was new? At least it was more pleasant than Wraith induced nightmares.
“Again?” she asked with mock incredulity
.
“And again,” John purred sexily, “and again,” his kisses became more passionate. “And…”
Eventually, there was nothing left to say.
EPILOGE
Looking back on the events of the last month, Teyla found it hard to believe that things turned out as well as they did. Not only did they defeat the armada of Wraith ships, due to John’s brilliant out of the box thinking, they ensured they wouldn’t be bothered for a long time to come.
Very few of her people lost their lives in the fight, only the missing Aiden Ford could mar the hopeful outlook for the future. The city had full power, and more help - she couldn’t ask for anything more.
It was difficult for Teyla to be separated from John when he made the trip to his home, but there was no way for her to have gone with him. Atlantis department heads only, no exceptions. Besides, if his weekly communications back to Atlantis were any indication, she could look forward to a very passion starved warrior when he returned. In fact he mentioned something about not letting her out of bed for two days.
That was definitely a good way to look at their forced separation. And after all, she’d learned, it was always healthy to have another perspective.
END