Disclaimers....Nope no money made here...none..nada...etc...
For whatever reason this just would not leave me alone, so I jotted it down and tossed the ball to everyone else out there. Hopefully to enjoy!
Breathe
A ripple of cotton beneath fingers and palm;
Smooth heat from muscles beneath that.
Her ears swelled with violins and staccato rhythm tapping out a heartbeat as the room swirled across her vision.
Breathe
Legs tangled in a series of steps; calf brushing thigh; palm against palm; fingers flexing.
She rose against his chest, her arm sliding around and down his back; muscles bunching.
Gasping as his hand clenched her lower back driving her down and backward in a motion so fluid she was only able to maintain her balance due to their close proximity.
Breathe
They surged upward and into another spin; body arched, sweat gathered and trickled between her breasts… Her heart pounding in time to the music still played out in dramatic crescendos around them. The wave of violins broke over her in a final crash and she slid, exhausted, down his lean form; fingers scraping against his torso and coming to rest, along with her head, against his thigh.
Breathe
When she finally lifted her head she met amused hazel eyes that nonetheless smoldered with suppressed passion
"I told you it would be harder than you thought."
Her lips lifted in acknowledgement. "Yes… You were correct."
He grasped her hands and hauled her to her feet. She stepped back; looking down and to the side. Avoiding.
"It was also… more intense… than you indicated."
The passion in his eyes sparked and flared. "Yeah", was all he said.
Breathe
For a moment the silence was as loud as the music had been.
Eyes met and held.
Hearts beating an answering pattern; then…
Another step back… a soft smile of regret… of resignation.
Her head inclined slightly, "Thank you for the lesson". Dark eyes earnest; hoping he saw what she couldn't say.
A shrug. Minimizing the experience… the danger it represented. "Anytime."
His chest tightened as he watched her turn and leave the room.
Minutes ticked by before he was able to shake the sliding, grasping movements of the tango enough to return to his evening.
Breathe
Authors Note:
I am not usually given to romance between Teyla and Sheppard, however, for some reason this stuck in my head and refused to leave. Too much listening to Gotan Project I suppose…