Author's Note: This is just a fluffy little scene that came to me when I heard Keith Urban's latest song! :)
You Look Good in My Shirt - by Tripwatcher
The sudden, heavy rain had soaked Teyla's clothes all the way to the skin and she shivered in the cool night air. She knew that the settlement was just over the next rise and that her team would be waiting there for her. None of them had been particularly happy when Teyla insisted upon going to the ruins by herself but there was no way she could allow any of them to accompany her. The site was a sacred place to the people of this planet and they would allow no strangers to view it. Teyla, however, had grown up visiting this planet with her father and she was treated as family by almost everyone who lived here. She had spent a little over three hours at the site but had found nothing except crumbling walls and some faint markings which she had carefully copied onto a pad for Rodney to go over later. So much for finding out about the Ancients who supposedly had once resided here or any information concerning defeating the Wraith!
As she topped the small hill, she could see warm lights glowing from the open doorways of several of the small, simple homes that had been constructed of clay bricks, baked in the sun. She, John, Ronon, and Rodney had been generously given the use of two of these homes for the night, for they were barely large enough for two single beds, a table and a couple of chairs around very small fireplaces. John had said they reminded him of the sod homes that the early settlers of "The West" had constructed. Teyla was very interested in this and planned to ask him more about this time in Earth's history later, when they were back on Atlantis.
A community fire burned in a shallow pit in the center of the cluster of buildings and many people stood around it, enjoying its warmth, now that the rain had let up. To one side of the fire, she could see her teammates. It was easy to spot Ronon who towered above the shorter inhabitants of the planet. Rodney sat on a log at Ronon's feet and John….well John was pacing back and forth and kept raising his head to gaze towards the edge of the woods where she now found herself. Her heart did that funny little flip-flop it often did when she saw him. She realized that he was waiting for her, watching for her, worrying about her. But, she told herself cautiously, he would do the same for Ronon or Rodney too, would he not? After all, he was their leader and felt responsible for them, right?
Telling herself not to read too much into his concern, Teyla stepped out from between two large trees just as John spotted her and immediately began walking towards her. Her feet squished from the water in her shoes with each step and they felt frozen with cold. Her teeth had begun chattering and she tried to quiet them as he rushed up to her. "We were just about to go look for you! When that heavy rain kicked up, I got worried that you'd get caught out in it and then when I couldn't raise you on the radio…" His voice trailed off as he noticed the state of her clothes and dripping hair. "Oh man, you're soaked to the skin! Come on, let's get you up to the fire so you can warm up." Teyla was in no position to argue and she followed him gladly. Just as they got close to Ronon and Rodney however, the rain began to fall again and the fire sputtered and hissed. Sensing another imminent downpour, the natives quickly retired to their homes, leaving the team from Atlantis standing alone.
"Let's get inside!" John shouted, grabbing Teyla's hand and heading for one of the homes they had been given to use just as the rain began to fall in sheets. Ronon and Rodney took off at a run towards the other one with Rodney protecting his laptop under his jacket. Once inside the small one-room shelter, John quickly began to build a fire in the small fireplace while Teyla simply stood there shaking. Satisfied that the fire was banked sufficiently, he turned to her with a frown. "I hate the way this is going to sound but…you really need to get out of those clothes." Teyla agreed but there was no way she was going to strip down right there in front of him!
John seemed to read her mind as he stared at her thoughtfully for a moment with his hands on his hips. "I've got an idea" he said and then began unbuttoning his black uniform shirt. Underneath it he wore a black t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest tightly. "Here, put this on and give me your wet clothes. I'll move the chairs closer to the fire and lay your clothes over them to dry." As she took the offered shirt, their hands brushed and electricity seemed to hum between them. Teyla blushed but looked up into his eyes. "Thank you" she said through her chattering teeth then looked away from his intense stare. The sound of chairs scraping on the floor caused her to lift her head. John positioned both chairs and a small table by the fireplace, all the while keeping his back to her to allow her privacy to undress.
"Alright, you may turn around now." Teyla said tentatively and held her breath as he turned toward her. His eyes darkened in the firelight as they raked her from head to toe and back again. She had rolled down the sleeves some so that they covered her bare arms and had buttoned all but the top button of the shirt. The bottom hem hung a few inches above her knees and John gulped audibly in the quiet of the cabin. Now out of her wet clothes, Teyla's body temperature was rising quickly as she looked at him, looking at her. She held out the sopping wet garments and he stared at them dumbly for a moment. Shaking his head in an effort to clear it, John took the clothes and quickly turned away from her again while laying them across the chairs.
They each made their way to the two small beds that stood against one wall, about two feet apart. Teyla turned back the covers of her bed and quickly crawled underneath them, welcoming the warmth and weight of the handmade blanket. She turned towards John's bed and watched as he sat on the side, removed his boots, then crawled under the covers as well. The fire began to die down some, throwing shadows over them so that Teyla could no longer see his face clearly. She was just about asleep when her eyes shot open at his soft words that she wasn't sure he meant for her to hear. "Damn, you look good in my shirt!"
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Well now I'm not saying that we solved overnight
Every way that we went wrong
Oh, but what I'm seeing I'd sure love seeing
Every morning from now on
And maybe it's a little too early
To know if this is gonna work
All I know is you're sure looking
Good in my shirt
You Look Good in My Shirt – sung by the yummy Keith Urban!