Disclaimers: I own none of this world - wish I did.
Note: This was written in response to a 100 word challenge from the Sheppard/Teyla Fever yahoo group.

John remembered the music. The deep repetitive beat that vibrated deep into his chest. The intense bass reverberating off the stone walls around them all, like in those seedy clubs he used to go to when he was younger. He felt his body dancing instinctively to the music, felt his heart soar and his body glow. And he felt her against him. Her skin smooth and warm against his fingertips. Felt her body flowing in time to the rhythm along with his. Felt her hands running up his back as he ran his down her sides.

Then he had woken up, her name on his lips; "Teyla"...

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