OOM: Room 999, John and Teyla

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John's room at Milliways looks like the office of an extremely eccentric professor of the occult. There's an old heavy wooden desk, and a small sofa in front of an even smaller iron fireplace grate.  The walls are lined with shelves and glass-door cupboards filled with old books and strange artifacts, and more books are spilling onto the desk, the

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[childofathos]

Teyla steps into the room and takes a quick glance around. She smiles a little to herself. It's very much as she would have imagined.

Of course, the significance of many of the objects she sees is completely lost on her, but the atmosphere feels very much like John.

She turns to him with a playful smile. "It is very...lived in."

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(Teyla is...er...was wearing a very similar outfit to her icon.)

Her eyes flash, and she pushes her self up pulling her top over her hand and wiggling out of her skirt, kicking it away.

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John rolls off her to finish undressing, pulling off his trousers and shorts in one go and letting them fall to the floor. He watches Teyla wiggle out of her clothes with frank appreciation, and when she's done he runs one hand down her flank and says with a lecherous grin, "So, is it true that being pregnant makes you horny all the time?"

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Teyla lays back and all but basks in the appreciation. Her tongue slides over her lips. "That is...very nearly true, yes," she says quietly, voice husky.

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"Poor thing," John grins with no pity whatsoever. He lies on his side, propped up on one elbow, and with his other hand strokes her thigh, her hip. "Poor, poor thing," and his hand finally comes to rest at the tuft of hair between her legs, teasing her with his fingers.

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Teyla's hips roll, and she bites her lip. "It has been far, far too long," she murmurs, running her fingers up his arm and along his neck.

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John smirks at her and doesn't move. "So what're you going to do about it, sweetheart? Where's this challenge I've been promised?"

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Teyla grins wickedly and surges up, pushing John onto his back and straddling his hips. She captures his wrists and holds them above his head.

"Better?"

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"That's what I'm talking about," John says with a big smile and a thrust of his hips, rubbing his cock against her rough hair. "Give us a tick to get the rubber on and we can start scratching that itch of yours."

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Teyla groans and bends to kiss him hard. "Where do you keep them?"

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John cocks his head toward the bedside table. "Top drawer."

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Teyla smiles and leans across him, opening the drawer and pulling out a condom. She wiggles her way down his thighs and tears open the packet.

"You will have to tell me if I'm doing this properly." It's not a method of contraceptive employed by the Athosians.

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"Best let me, then," John smiles. He takes the condom from her and rolls it on quickly. Then he draws her up so she's on all fours over him. He takes one of her tits in each hand and brings one to his mouth, sucking hard and rolling his tongue around the nipple.

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Teyla moans his name and lets her head fall forward, panting softly. She rocks her hips against his.

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With a tiny flick of the tongue, John lets go of her nipple and groans "That's my girl." He scrambles down her body between her legs and grabs her hips, and without any further ado sucks her clit into his mouth.

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"Oh!" Teyla gasps. "John!" She grips the headboard hard with one hand, tangling the other in his hair.