"John."
He grumbled as a voice penetrated his sleepy mind. Light filtered through his eyelids and he blinked them open grudgingly. The room was dim, light flickering from a few fat candles placed strategically around the room; his head rested against something soft and warm and he frowned. Last he remembered he was watching a movie with his team in the Rec. Room.
He rolled onto his back with a sigh and found himself staring up into the dark eyes of Teyla Emmagan. He jerked in surprise but made no attempt to move. He closed his eyes again, throwing an arm over his face to block out any light and groaned.
"The movie has ended."
John guessed from that blank screen that he'd glimpsed that the movie had ended some time ago. The absence of Rodney and Ronon was testament to that. He peered at her from under his arm and tried to stifle an exhausted yawn.
"What happened?"
His tongue and throat were dry, a by-product of his few beers he'd wager. He tried to swallow some thick salvia but it was no use. The movement actually hurt his throat. He almost pouted.
"They battled, Elizabeth and William married before William became the Captain of the Flying Dutchman and Captain Sparrow lost his ship once more to Captain Barbossa."
John, to be honest, didn't really care what had happened. He just didn't want her fingers to stop massaging his scalp and he knew that if he stopped asking questions her fingers too would stop.
"Really?" He lowered his arm and saw her nod. He caught her eyes with his own and they stared at one another for innumerable minutes until he smiled and glanced away. "Where are Rodney and Ronon?"
He felt her fingers still in his hair and he knew their moment of quietude had passed.
Damn his mouth for speaking without asking his brain's permission.
He sat up slowly, intentionally brushing his arm against her body. He'd grown quite fond of these moments he shared with the young Athosian leader, though they were too few and far too far between.
He wondered how his head came to be in her lap in the first place. He shrugged mentally; he didn't really care.
He raked a hand through his hair and saw up straight on the sofa, desperately close to his companion. Minutes passed by in companionable silence where the two sat shoulder to shoulder, staring into the empty room trying to ignore the heat emanating form the other. It was Teyla's yawn that broke the tranquillity. He turned to her with a smile and glanced over her tired, beautiful face.
"Sleepy?" She nodded in return, a lazy smile on her lips. He matched it then stood up slowly, stretching his arms over his head. "Come on," he murmured and extended his hand in invitation. "I'll walk you to your room."
As they walked from the rec room, John realised she was still grasping his fingers.
He smiled; he loved these moments.