Title: Supposed to be
Summary: It's supposed to be someone else.
Characters: John/Teyla
Pairing: John/Teyla, Teyla/Kanaan
Rating: Mild M
Notes: Response to Tielan's "suddenly I'm up on top of the world, it should have been somebody else"
He lets her do it. He lets her sink her teeth into his neck, lets her guide his hands over her supple body, lets her rock back and forth against his already throbbing groin. He lets her do it because he wants her to. Despite the fact that she's probably thinking about someone else – about him – he still wants her like this.
God, especially like this.
He doesn't need her encouragement anymore, not after she whispers his name into his ear followed by a gentle 'please'. He sinks down onto the bed, drawing her with him, lifting the last barrier of her dress and she's naked and he's naked and he knows that even though this is oh so wrong, it feels so very right.
She's flowing above him, her swollen breasts hanging heavily, demanding that he touch them and he does. He has to. He groans when she sinks onto him slowly, her mouth agape and he sits up, taking her nipple in his mouth, lavishing it with all the desperation of the moment.
He can see her bump now that she's naked and he closes his eyes against the sight. It's what is making her so attractive to him but also what is taking her away from him. He's careful to avoid touching it, avoid looking at it because when he does, when lets his eyes or his fingers touch it, the roundness of it he knows that this is some kind of betrayal.
Because of it, he's suddenly at the top of the world, when it should be someone else.
When they're finished and she's lying beside him, he can't wrap his arms around her, can't be satisfied because he wonders if she's thinking about him, if she'd been thinking about him while it was John inside of her.
Instead he moves away from her after a few minutes and dresses. She doesn't stop him, and he knows she doesn't want to. It's release for her; it's torture for him.
He turns back to her, his eyes quickly skimming her body, lingering on her fingers that are tracing her bump.
He walks away, silently the voice whispering in his head and he doesn't try to stop it.
It should have been someone else.
It's not supposed to be you.
It's supposed to be Kanaan.