Peace (SGA: Teyla Emmagan/Ronon Dex, MA)
Since my flist seem to collectively be on a kick of posting random things from hard drives, here's an unfinished mmom fic from a couple of years ago. It's Ronon/Teyla, but Ronon isn't actually present - it was meant to lead into the Teyla/Ronon scene in her quarters, from Duet, and I never managed to write that part.
Title: Peace
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Teyla Emmagan/Ronon Dex
Rating: MA
Word Count: 537
Beta: N/A
Spoilers: Runner, Duet
Summary: It is too quiet in Atlantis at night.
It is too quiet in Atlantis at night.
When her people were first evacuated to the Ancient city, it took her almost two weeks to adjust to the fact that she no longer needed to keep an ear open for the Wraith at night.
She slept soundly, for a while. The coming of the hive ships interrupted that peace with nightmares and shaking, sweating awakenings, but the new Lanteans - for such was the term she had heard people offworld use to describe the alliance between Athos' children and the people from Earth - withstood the first onslaught.
Her sleep returned, and with it her good health and her strength for sparring matches. But her sparring had not adequately prepared her for being taken so by surprise as she had been on P3M-736. She still had clear recall of the sound she had heard when hit by Ronon's stunner - a rushing noise that had reminded her of a fast-flowing stream.
The same rushing echo washed around her now as she rinsed herself under the shower in her quarters. An artificial waterfall with a temperature that at the same time both stirred and calmed her senses, she was always reminded of him when she utilised the facility.
She was attracted to Ronon, certainly. Her sense of a leader's propriety restrained her from approaching him on such terms, but she knew that were he to ask her a direct question on the subject, she would offer no denial of that fact. In private she acknowledged to herself just how much she wanted him that way, wanted to mate with him as an equal in the physical act of union. He would be as passionate in joining as in battle, she knew.
She slid down the tiled wall, bracing herself against the opposite surface with a foot and slipping a hand between her tanned thighs with a movement that was neither hesitant nor hurried. Remembering the fire in his eyes, Teyla let her own fall shut, hips circling against her palm as she pictured the two of them moving fiercely, rapidly together. She let out a harsh breath, her fingers sliding and curling within herself as she rocked with increasing pressure against her own hand, her wet mane of hair clinging to her neck and shoulders as she rested her head against the cool enamel behind her.
Brushing the swollen bundle of nerves above her entrance with a thumb, Teyla cried out as her hips jerked involuntarily, wetness from the shower and her own arousal mixed as her body arched, eyes closed against the water. Faster and harder she moved, using her other hand to tweak one of her nipples, her body tightening on and on until a moment of trembling tension... With a groan, she rode out her climax for a handful of heartbeats, finally collapsing into the water beneath her with a boneless, panting shudder.
Wearily, she tilted her head outside the stream of liquid flowing from above her in order to regain her breath. After a minute's rest, she got to her feet and reached to alter the angle of the shower-head, rinsing her hands beneath it. Her hair was still in need of cleansing.
Title: Peace
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Teyla Emmagan/Ronon Dex
Rating: MA
Word Count: 537
Beta: N/A
Spoilers: Runner, Duet
Summary: It is too quiet in Atlantis at night.
It is too quiet in Atlantis at night.
When her people were first evacuated to the Ancient city, it took her almost two weeks to adjust to the fact that she no longer needed to keep an ear open for the Wraith at night.
She slept soundly, for a while. The coming of the hive ships interrupted that peace with nightmares and shaking, sweating awakenings, but the new Lanteans - for such was the term she had heard people offworld use to describe the alliance between Athos' children and the people from Earth - withstood the first onslaught.
Her sleep returned, and with it her good health and her strength for sparring matches. But her sparring had not adequately prepared her for being taken so by surprise as she had been on P3M-736. She still had clear recall of the sound she had heard when hit by Ronon's stunner - a rushing noise that had reminded her of a fast-flowing stream.
The same rushing echo washed around her now as she rinsed herself under the shower in her quarters. An artificial waterfall with a temperature that at the same time both stirred and calmed her senses, she was always reminded of him when she utilised the facility.
She was attracted to Ronon, certainly. Her sense of a leader's propriety restrained her from approaching him on such terms, but she knew that were he to ask her a direct question on the subject, she would offer no denial of that fact. In private she acknowledged to herself just how much she wanted him that way, wanted to mate with him as an equal in the physical act of union. He would be as passionate in joining as in battle, she knew.
She slid down the tiled wall, bracing herself against the opposite surface with a foot and slipping a hand between her tanned thighs with a movement that was neither hesitant nor hurried. Remembering the fire in his eyes, Teyla let her own fall shut, hips circling against her palm as she pictured the two of them moving fiercely, rapidly together. She let out a harsh breath, her fingers sliding and curling within herself as she rocked with increasing pressure against her own hand, her wet mane of hair clinging to her neck and shoulders as she rested her head against the cool enamel behind her.
Brushing the swollen bundle of nerves above her entrance with a thumb, Teyla cried out as her hips jerked involuntarily, wetness from the shower and her own arousal mixed as her body arched, eyes closed against the water. Faster and harder she moved, using her other hand to tweak one of her nipples, her body tightening on and on until a moment of trembling tension... With a groan, she rode out her climax for a handful of heartbeats, finally collapsing into the water beneath her with a boneless, panting shudder.
Wearily, she tilted her head outside the stream of liquid flowing from above her in order to regain her breath. After a minute's rest, she got to her feet and reached to alter the angle of the shower-head, rinsing her hands beneath it. Her hair was still in need of cleansing.