Warnings: Written very quickly!
Disclaimers: I own no part of the Stargate world, and I make no money from this, so on and so forth, only my ideas are mine etc…
Note: This is a silly little drabble thrown together literally in ten minutes in response to Camy's request/challenge/DEMAND at the Beya site. The challenge being John and Teyla…well read it to find out...
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Larrin had made sure he had been sent the very best food the ship had to offer, heavy on the new fresh fruit that her people had begun to enjoy. He complained about the food every time he visited the ship, the teasing glint in his eye always appealing, and so this time, she had made sure there was nothing he could complain about. She had even made sure the rest of his team, housed down the corridor from him, had been sent a piece of fresh fruit each as well.
She would make sure to mention her generosity, and that he should be suitably appreciative.
If she were another woman, she might perhaps feel faintly repentant for the jug of ale she had included with his meal. It was of the strongest brew, known to soften even the most grievous of personalities and it was all but banned at such strength on most Traveller ships, but it was usually to be found somewhere onboard.
Even a few mouthfuls should make him willing to allow her into his quarters to sit and 'talk'. If he drank more than that then the chances were that she would be unlikely to be cold in the night.
Smiling to herself, she turned the corner towards the door of his assigned guest quarters.
She triggered the buzzer requesting entrance.
There was no response for several long moments.
He must have drunk more than a few cupfuls after all.
She pressed her override command code into the panel and the door's lock freed. She pushed against the heavy weight of the door, swinging it open as she stepped over the threshold.
She smiled as she opened her mouth to deliver her opening volley of the first of many seductive comments to follow, only to pause.
The sounds were very clear before she even glanced around the heavy open door. She looked anyway.
Instead of one tray of food on the table, there were two, along with two cups sat beside the familiar jug of ale. The affects of the alcohol clearly had taken affect for neither of them were even vaguely aware of her presence.
She had hoped to see more of John Sheppard tonight, and she had somewhat of an eyeful now as a tanned female hand pushed away his jacket from his back, revealing his bunched up shirt underneath and his already bared backside.
The rest of her view was abruptly blocked when he swept the woman, his team member, up against him, falling down with her to the floor behind the table. A bare golden feminine foot appeared against its' edge, followed by the other one, accompanied by a deep giggle of appreciation.
Larrin turned, the disappointment physical in her throat as she stepped back out of the room, pulling the door closed behind her. She paused again, the need for some sort of retribution tempting her.
She pushed the door open again, wide open for all down the corridor to hear what was going on inside the room, and then she stepped back out into the corridor and strode away.
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