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Episodes: Conversion

Spoilers: Yes.

Characters: John Sheppard & Teyla Emmagen

Summary: An episode tag.

Primal Male

He stood across the room from her feeling alive, his body strong and vital. In fact, he hasn't felt this strong in ages or if ever. His senses were on overdrive. He felt strong, powerful, he felt male. Then they touch their fighting sticks signaling the beginning of their sparring. Sticks begin colliding in mid air again and again.

"Clack, clack, clack…"

Their sparring was fast and feverous. She took the offense, charging at him, his sticks blocking her charging blows almost effortlessly, he counter her attack with one of his own, with a swing of his sticks. He took the offensive, but, she held her own, ducking as he nearly lands a good blow, the result having her staring hard at him, satisfaction flowing through him.

"Not bad, huh?"

"Yes, yes. You're doing very well."

He watches as she twirls one of her fighting stick as they circled each other. Before in this room, the sight of her with her fighting sticks meant he would he would taste and feel defeat. He could never best her not with the sticks. But, today he felt different. There was nothing he felt he couldn't do. Today will be the day he proves to her even with her fighting sticks she was no match for him. His body pulsing with the need to show her he was the stronger of the two them. His mind was blissful euphoric unaware of the changes taking hold of his body, the infection coursing through his veins.

"Clack, clack, clack…," as their sticks made contact again and again with each other.

Their sparring intensified. Now he was the one dictating the attack. Yet, she was still able to deflect his crushing blows. He watches as she again ducks from his counter offensive attack.

"You have been practicing."

"Not really."

He tosses one of his sticks aside, twirling the other in his hand while she was still holding her two sticks in her hands. The air brushes his overheated skin as she twirled her sticks in her hands, his skin heated from their sparring and from the infection that was now claiming and changing his body from within. The infection was striping away his usually human guarded emotions, his behavior becoming more feral. His focus was now intent on her, who body glistened with the evidence of their sparring. His mind unquestioning the silence need driving his actions.

They circled each other briefly, sizing each other up. He held up the remaining stick in his hand. He places his free hand behind his back. Their sticks met in their ritual dance once more. With the single stick in his hand, he was able to block her repeated blows.

"Clack, clack, clack…"

It doesn't slow him down a bit, as he spars with one hand literally behind his back, his breathing belie the exertion of his body. Yet, her, the woman of his determination continued to hold her own against his onslaught, grunting in her effort, until he executes a feint, which allow him to be able to maneuver her back up against the wall of the training room, pinning her there, with his stick pressing against her throat. He was losing fast that part of him that was governed by rational thoughts, his actions becoming primal as her almond eyes met his fierce glare a little nervously.

"You are showing ... a considerable leap in ability, Colonel Sheppard."

"You can call me John when we're off the clock."

Intently, he looks at her as he continues pressing her against the wall, unable to release her. Cage up desire erupting - desire no longer being kept at bay by human's uncertainty.

"Very well ... John."

"There you go."

He grins slightly at her words, delighting of her acquiescing to his puny command. He keeps staring at her, not releasing her from against the wall. Her calm demeanor does not alert him of his unusual behavior. Her voice trails off uneasily.

"Should we continue, or do you…"

His emotions were not habit. They were no longer habited by their usually reserved. He drops his stick on the floor, cupping her face with both of his hands, pulling her into his embrace, his lips descending, capturing her lips, fervid.

It takes a few seconds before she breaks the hold he has on her. His breathing was labor; he sees that hers was too, and he sees her stun face, unsure, realization dawn, his mind and body that was lost to their primal desires gaining some of their former selves.

"I'm not really sure just what happened."

The unknown changes in his body, feral in nature, that had provided his body with its new strength and abilities, had also freed him of the barriers he had put on his emotions. and desires.

"Colonel ..."

"That was interesting!"

TBC?