Laissez les bons temps rouler! [Second Mirror]

[dancingwillows]

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again

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[t_emmagen]

Teyla had found a suitable dress, one she felt comfortable in and she was sure Beth would like. A number of people had given her beads, she was not sure why, but she had accepted them gratefully. Now she stood looking at them, a beer in her other hand, wondering just what they were for.

[waydowndark]

Back in her tux, Beth sidles up behind Teyla and wraps both arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck.

"At risk of sounding redundant, but you look fucking incredible."

[t_emmagen]

Teyla loved the sight of Beth dressed as such. There was something elegant in it that she appreciated, and something raw as well.

"I do not think I look nearly as good as you do." Her arms slipped around Beteh's sides, pushing under the edge of her jacket.

[waydowndark]

"Bullshit." Beth leans into Teyla's side, lifting her other hand to sip her beer. "I don't know where you keep getting these dresses from, but don't stop."

[t_emmagen]

Teyla smiled, her arm tight around Beth's waist. "I will do my best."

[waydowndark]

Beth leans in and kisses Tyela hard on the mouth in full view of the entire party, her hand skimming down Teyla's almost bare back.

[t_emmagen]

A few months earlier this would have bothered her. Now she finds she does not mind the two of them pressed together like this in public. "I am glad you like it," she murmured. She had, in fact, tried to find something Beth would appreciate.

[waydowndark]

"I like anything that has that little of you in it," teases Beth, running her hand up Teyla's bare back again. "Difficult not to, right?"

[t_emmagen]

"I would hope others were not as obvious in their appreciation," Teyla's voice was low, holding Beth close to her. "Though I did dance with Jack earlier."