Title: Heist
Summary: AU. He may be a con-man, but John doesn't like people touching what is his.
Characters: John, Teyla, Rodney, Ronon
Pairing: John/Teyla, implied John/Others and Teyla/Others
Rating. M – for the secks.
Notes: Chyti challenged me to do "an AU fic where the team are con men pulling an heist ala ocean eleven. I would love to see the guys cocky and confident and the gals sexy and dangerous." This is it.
He pushed her back against the wall, lips sucking at her pulse point, hands sliding the dress further up her thighs, over her butt pulling her towards his hardness. He was furious, possessive in his touches, in his kisses and he knew it turned her on. She'd been so fucking hot on the stage that he'd almost dragged her off and had his own wretched way with her so when she'd descended the stage and started dancing in his lap, he saw red and had to leave for fear of blowing the whole job.
To start with, she'd been just another piece of ass picked up in another sleazy joint on the strip. When he'd saw her again, took her out for dinner, Ronon had told him he was opening Pandora's Box. John had smirked, raised an eyebrow and walked away, tossing over his shoulder;
"A whole lot of sex in Pandora's Box then, huh?"
Ronon's warnings hadn't eased up over the past few months either. Until she'd shown what else was hidden inside Pandora's Box. She was, of course, the niece of the wife of the guy whose casino John and his team were going to rob. The estranged niece who wanted nothing more than to see the downfall of said uncle because he'd killed her father.
It helped that Uncle Joe employed some of the sleaziest security staff in the business.
It had been John's idea to have her dance for the head of security while he'd been on duty while the rest worked on the more than sophisticated system the sleaze ball had set up. John did not like the way the bastard had touched her or the way she seemed to enjoy it. He knew, deep down, that she had to make it believable and if gyrating on the guys' hard on was how to make it believable, she'd been all for it. John, on the other hand, hadn't been.
She gripped him through his silk trousers, bringing him back to the present and he opened his eyes and saw hers staring into his, dark and heavy and wanting. Her lips were plump from his kisses and he couldn't resist taking them in his again, biting at them with his wanting teeth. She groaned, tossed her head back and exposed her delicate neck to his ravishing mouth. His hands roamed her thighs again and higher still until he could feel her heat against his fingers.
He stilled and moved back, catching the wicked grin on her face and his erection twitched in anticipation. She raised an eyebrow and hooked her leg around his hip, swaying against his hard on. He dropped his head to the wall beside her as he worked on his belt. Belts – he thought as he fought with the buckle, were over-fucking-rated. Her fingers replaced his and he ducked his head, biting her nipples through the sheer material of her black dress, teasing the already piqued nipple. His hips jerked into her hands and he heard her laugh.
He pulled back and stared at her face and he felt her fingers still against him. He stared at her, feeling the fury rip through him again and he grabbed her hands from his waist and shoved them against the wall above her head, holding them there. She closed her eyes and parted her lips and John moaned lowly in the back of his throat.
"Did you enjoy dancing for him?" he demanded as he released one of her hands and dipped his fingers into her dress and pulled her breast free, his lips descending on her nipple, teasing, biting, tugging. Her moan resounded straight to his hardness and he ground into her hips. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes!" She moaned and he bit the soft flesh above her nipple and sucked hard, leaving a mark.
"Did you want him to fuck you?"
"I want you to fuck me," she retorted, jerking her hips into him, wrapping both legs around him, her heat seeping through his trousers and warming his already flaming erection.
"Did you want him to fuck you?"
"When you were watching?" He groaned, his fingers finding their way to his zipper, tugging it down and pulling himself free of his restraints. He rubbed his blunt head against her wet opening and she panted in anticipation, her eyes fluttering shut. "Yes..." She hissed and tried to impale herself on him.
"Yes what?" He ground out, his restraint waning as he felt her rock against him, her tiny hard nub brushing his sensitised head. He wanted to be inside of her, almost as much as he wanted her to say it.
"Yes I wanted him to fuck me!" He thrust into her sharply, revelling in the sound of his name on her lips, her teeth in his neck. He withdrew quickly, harshly and shoved her more forcefully against the wall. "I wanted you to watch as he fucked me, as he touched me where you touched those fucking whores."
Normally he'd freeze because he'd been sure she'd never find out about them but he was too far gone, too needy to be inside of her. He thrust upwards hard and she moved up the wall with him, moaning loudly, his name a chant. She was so fucking wet and he was so fucking hard and he wanted her. He wanted her so badly that he ached. Even inside of her, he wanted more, wanted to imprint himself so fully inside of her that she'd never want another man again.
His thrusts became erratic, his own moans and calls and cries mingling with hers in the service corridor outside the security room doors.
"Did that bas-" he trailed off when she cupped his balls, massaging them in her palm and he groaned, pistoning into her with only a fraction of the ferocity that was coursing through his veins. "Did Michael make you feel like this?" She shook her head but he needed to hear her say it, needed to hear it in her own words. "Say it; tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."
"John!" She gasped, her walls fluttering around him as he flicked her clit with his finger but he stilled inside of her. He grabbed her face in his hand, turning her to face him. She knew what he wanted but was holding back. He bit her lip, her chin, her neck and she thrust into him as he twitched inside of her. "Only you can make... only you... make me come, John, please, make me come."
He gripped her hands in his, entwining their fingers and moved again, erratic, frenzied, pounding. He was so close and so was she. She panted in his neck, her name a whisper in her ear. He was so fucking close he just needed-
"Come on you two, you can finish this later; we've got work to do."
He didn't stop. He didn't even turn to look at the intruder. Instead he just ground out a quick "Fuck off, Rodney!" He didn't care if he left, he was not stopping this. He was so close. He thought she probably didn't even know Rodney had interrupted. He thrust once, twice and again before he felt her walls clamp down on him, almost painful as his name ripped from her throat. He wasn't far behind, her name a guttural groan into her neck.
Breathless, neither moved for some time and John was tempted to start again when his erection failed to disappear completely after a few minutes but he heard Rodney clear his throat behind them and he turned his head in the other man's direction, careful to keep Teyla covered with his body.
"What?" He demanded angrily, his eyes ablaze.
"Can we get back to work now?"
"Yes; now fuck off."
Rodney rolled his eyes and ducked back into the door he stood in front of. John turned back to Teyla to see her leaning her head against the wall behind her, her eyes closed, an easy smile spread across her lips.
"That was not one of my best ideas," he conceded as he held her face between his hands, his forehead resting against hers. She opened her eyes slowly, the question written there. "I don't like other people touching you."
She quirked an eyebrow but the smile remained.
"Nor I, you." He winced slightly but she shook her head, her kiss feather light against the corner of his lips. "Come, we must ready ourselves."
Reluctantly he pulled back but groaned when she eyed his crotch, her tongue teasing her lips. He tucked himself in quickly and ran a shaky hand through his hair, then hers to smooth out the kinks where he'd grabbed her. They stared at one another for another minute, their chests rising and falling in tandem until John cleared his throat and looked away.
She moved to pass him and he put his arm across her body, letting it linger as she continued to walk until he felt her fingers beneath his. He gripped them and turned his head in her direction, noticing her do the same. He took a breath, then another and met her eyes.
"You know it's you, right?" Her eyebrow dipped and he sighed, glancing away before meeting her eyes again. "It's you I come home to." When her eyes smiled, he knew she understood. He held her gaze for a moment longer, letting the smile skim the edges of his lips. "Tell Rodney I'll be there in a minute."
She didn't question, only nodded before walking away and ducking into the security room. He gave it a few moments then turned to the security camera above his head and smiled.
"I'll be home," he mouthed knowing she'd be watching him, knowing she'd understand.
He shifted, fixed his suit before stepping into the main corridor.
They had work to do.