Author's Note: A friend of mine inspired this. I am not against J/T, sometimes I ship them; but I think that in the kiss scene, she really was terrified. And my friend brought other things to my attention that made it necessary for me to write this possibility. This isn't me trying to bash the ship, this is me stretching myself as a writer and exploring emotions and possibilities. If you don't like it, go read my fic "Converted". Plenty of J/T goodness there.
I also think that I am going to post it as part of the fanfics100_claim of livejournal, if I can ever figure out how to post in that :P. My prompt was "too much".
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Ravished
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John dropped his bantos rods and grasped Teyla's terrified face in his hands, and crushed his lips against hers. Her hands fought to come between them, push him away, but he pushed harder, ravishing her honey-sweet mouth.
As the kiss continued his hands slid down her shoulders, grasping her arms too tightly to keep her from escaping him.
Suddenly, he released her and backed away. She pressed herself back against the wall, shocked and afraid.
He asked her if she was okay, but she couldn't accept his concern. She waited until he left to react, taking a huge, desperate gulp of air.
She didn't know what that was, but it hadn't been romance. It had been lustful and feral and primal and demanding; brutal. It had terrified her.
That "kiss" had been just as bad as rape.