Comments: This is the first fic I have ever written, fan or otherwise. I would love reviews/suggestions/feedback. Thank you! (There is a sequel to this, from Teyla's POV, but I'm halfway through and stalled)
Setting: After Season 5: EATG
Disclaimer: I don't own the Stargate characters. Please don't sue me.
Warnings: Rated M for sexual content.
John awoke with a groan. He squinted at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table. 3:02 AM. He'd awakened from a dream about Teyla. He'd had plenty of those lately, but this one was different. Vivid, almost like a hallucination. He'd startled awake like he usually did from his dreams—with Teyla's name on his lips and a painful hard on. But this time the dream was more sensual than sexual. This time the dream was more about a feeling, a feeling of overwhelming emotion—
Think about something else, he told himself. It was his usual method for quashing any Teyla thoughts. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He rubbed his hand through his already rumpled hair, trying to shake himself awake from the spell of the dream. He stood up and strode across to the bathroom.
Looks like another cold shower night. There'd been a lot of those lately. Atlantis was back in the Pegasus galaxy. Over the last year, the Wraith had been slowly extinguishing each other in territorial spats, and the rest of the galaxy just sat back and watched with relief. The oh-my-god-we-might-die scenarios were considerably fewer, and life in the city had adapted to a more leisurely pace. At first John enjoyed it—more time to spar with Ronan, plenty of time to watch recorded football games. He saw a lot of Torren, too, which he admittedly enjoyed. But it was the time spent with Teyla that was getting to him. Now that she and Kanaan were no longer together, she was spending more time in the city. John was thrilled that Teyla and Kanaan were no longer an item. But now that Teyla was single, he had felt the antennae of every guy on the base go up. He could feel their eyes on her wherever she went, and she seemed to be everywhere—at the daily briefings, sweeping into the room looking like a goddess. In the mess hall, sharing that amazing laugh of hers with the whole room. And in the evenings, she was there, too. Now that Kelia, a young Athosian girl, was working as a nanny with Torren, Teyla was able to join the unofficial team nights several times a week. They'd watch a movie, and John would pretend that her reaching for the popcorn in his lap didn't make his blood pressure skyrocket and his toes curl. When she was around, he was like a horny teenager. He'd never had so many useless hard ons in his life.
But it wasn't just his physical feelings that frustrated him. It was his possessiveness of Teyla—when he knew he had no right to feel that way. He wanted to punch every man that slid appreciative eyes over her. Since Kanaan had left the city, John and Teyla's friendship had once again begun to flourish. There was a new feeling of closeness and a bond between them that was evident to everyone on base. But John couldn't bring himself to divulge his feelings to Teyla. Not yet. In his mind, he told himself he was waiting a respectable amount of time after her break up with Kanaan, but he knew that he was scared. Just plain scared. He felt so strongly about her, cared for her so deeply, that it frightened him. He hated the loss of control that emotion brought—he struggled to smother his feelings.
John sighed as the cool water washed over him. The dream had felt so real. He remembered calling to Teyla, imploring her to—
Think about something else. Think about the ocean.
It was an old basic training trick. He'd learned to steel his mind to whatever uncomfortable situation he was in. 10 mile run? Think about the ocean. Obstacle course at 2:00 AM? Think about the ocean. It was a random thought that distracted him, and sometimes even calmed him down. He'd carried the habit with him, finding it useful in training and combat situations. He'd spent plenty of time in Wraith cells imagining himself on the beach, listening to roar of the surf. Water had always calmed him—it was part of what he loved about Atlantis. The trick was random enough to amuse him and useful enough to keep him from constantly thinking about her golden skin and long legs and—
Ocean. Right. The ocean.
He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Toweling off, he returned to the main room and stepped into a pair of clean boxers. He was debating with himself whether it was any use to try to go back to sleep or if he should give up and go for a run, when he heard the door chimes. He was surprised to find himself hoping it was some minor catastrophe (what else would it be in the middle of the night?) that would distract him from his dreams. He walked to the door, expecting Lorne or Woolsey. He waved his palm over the sensor and opened the door, thinking anything would be better than going back to sleep and dreaming about—
"Teyla?" He jumped guiltily when he saw her standing at his door—did she know he was thinking about her?
"John. I am so sorry to disturb you at this time of night." Her forehead was creased with worry, and she peered into the room, obviously not wanting to stand in the corridor to discuss whatever was bothering her. He made a motion to usher her into the room and the door closed behind her as she entered. She didn't even seem to register that he was naked from the waist up with still-wet hair... she seemed agitated and distracted.
"What's going on?" John looked at her with concern, but made sure he kept at least five feet between them. Like always, his guard was immediately up with her. He didn't want her to see in his eyes any sign of the internal conflict that he struggled with every time he saw her.
"I know this sounds a little... strange, but I - I had a dream, or-or a vision—I am not sure which, but it was so real and vivid. I woke up with the distinct sensation that you needed me, and since I have had dreams in the past that were somewhat significant, I came to make certain you—"
The words spilled out of her mouth in a rush. She was obviously nervous, and she looked up at him with quizzical eyes, scanning his face for any hint of understanding.
John looked at her for a beat before arranging his face into a slightly amused expression and said, "Everything's good here. It was probably just a simple dream, Teyla." As soon as the words left his mouth, he could see the embarrassment flood her face. He knew he was coming off like a jerk, but there was too much at stake to let down his walls. He couldn't let his guard down now—not with her so close and him so weak.
Teyla dropped her eyes as her cheeks flushed. "I am so sorry I bothered you, John. I am sure it was merely a dream." She pivoted toward the door. As she turned to go, John glimpsed the expression on her face. It was full of embarrassment and regret, but what brought him up short was the vulnerability. She looked completely defenseless, and it twisted his heart in a way he never expected.
"Teyla—wait." He said it before he had a chance to think it. She turned back to him, her face now carefully composed and closed off.
"I might... have had a dream, too..." He trailed off, not wanting to say too much. Her face changed slightly to an expression of relief, but her eyes were still wary.
"And what was your dream about?" Teyla said evenly. She regained the upper hand by regarding him coolly with raised eyebrows, the same expression he had given her moments before.
"Well... you know... you and I... well, we were... um, together..." John was squirming internally and his heart started to thunder in his chest. Now that he'd surprised even himself by opening up, he was at a loss as to how to continue—it was all new ground for him.
"Together?" She questioned, her lips pursing. She wasn't giving him any quarter.
"You know... together." He made his trademark smirk and crossed his arms. He could feel his pulse rising with fight-or-flight speed. What am I doing? Why did I let my guard down?
"Together." she repeated coolly. "You mean like sex?" She said it calmly, maintaining her disinterested, quizzical expression, and John squirmed mentally again.
"Well, yes, that, but not just that... m-more than that." he stammered. Now he was the vulnerable one and he looked down at her, silently begging her to understand.
The change in her expression was remarkable. Her face softened and her lips curved into a smile, and the coldness vanished. She took a step toward him, and he almost stopped breathing. "Was it a good dream, John?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah, it was a good dream." He took refuge in his usual nonchalant, play-it-down manner. "And yours?"
"It was a very good dream." She smiled up at him, and John felt his heart melt in his chest. How could he ever resist this? He was only human. He took a step forward and reached for her face. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and placed his hand on her jaw.
"Teyla..." Words failed him. What do you say when the woman of your dreams (quite literally) appears in your bedroom and gazes up at you with those searching eyes? He realized with startling clarity how tired he was. Tired of avoiding. Tired of deprivation. Tired of running from this colossal wave of emotion she evoked in him. He didn't want to run anymore. He was going to face it with his head up. He'd always been a man of action.
Now or never, he thought, and leaned toward her with his eyes closed, too afraid to look into her hers and see rejection. His lips met hers, and his hand slid from her jaw to the curve of her neck. He placed his other hand at the part of her waist that curved in a way that had always distracted him, and focused on pressing a kiss to the lips he'd only dreamed about.
He surprised himself by kissing her very gently. He'd imagined their first kiss plenty of times, always a passionate, almost furious joining. For a moment he reveled in the feel of his hands on her body and his lips on hers, but then it slowly dawned on him that he was encountering no response. He tensed and began to pull back, but she quickly reached up, placed her hand on his chest, and returned the kiss with eagerness. John's body perceptibly relaxed, and he met her eagerness with another gentle kiss. After a moment, he pulled away, but left his hands resting on her curves. They looked at each other for a breathless moment, and when Teyla smiled that heart-melting, open smile, he thought he'd collapse into a puddle at her feet. She inhaled deeply and seemed to for the first time notice their surroundings—his bare chest, the darkened room, the unmade bed.
"You were already awake?" she questioned, her fingers splayed on his chest.
"Yeah... it was a very... stimulating dream," he said with a grin and a raised eyebrow. She grinned back at him, a smug look on her face. She raised her other hand to his face, and ran her hand over the rough planes of his jaw. His look of pleasure gave her the only incentive she needed, and she moved forward, pressing the full length of her body against his. His blood began to sizzle when he realized that she could now feel that he was already hard and straining in his boxers. His sudden sharp exhalation of breath at her closeness widened her grin more. She pressed even closer to him and turned her face up to his and kissed him with a vigor that could only be interpreted as an invitation.
A dam seemed to break in John's mind. As Teyla kissed him, the realization broke over him that the moment he'd dreamed of for six years had finally come. That curvy, strong, luscious body that he's spent hours of his life longing for was now in his arms, pressed against him with an unmistakable message. His thoughts seemed to funnel in, focused on one idea with a clarity and single-mindedness that left room for no other thoughts: I have to make this good.
John knew that Teyla's mere presence made his body respond in ways he hadn't experienced since he was a teenager, and the last thing he wanted to do in this too-good-to-be-true fantasy come to life was to get his gun off (so to speak) like a teenage novice. He could feel his body revving like an engine that's finally been cut loose and he wanted nothing more than to throw her on the floor, plunge inside her, and give in to his desperate urges. But the feel of her softness in his arms and the warmth of her kiss inspired an emotion in him that overrode his carnal longings. He wanted this to be good for her. He wanted their first time, which he'd been alternately longing for and resisting for years, to be as momentous as he could possibly make it. So he took a deep breath, and steeled his mind.
Think about the ocean.
He tried to imagine breakers on the sand as they kissed. Their kiss was more intense now, more passionate. Tongues met teeth and lips slid across each other as they pressed their mouths together with more force. He felt like a kid at water park on a Saturday morning... where to start? There were so many curves to explore, so many lines and angles he'd only imagined under his hands. He moved his left hand from her waist up to join his right hand at the back of her neck, then slid both hands down her spine to settle at the small of her back. She was wearing a black knit tank top and silky, loose pajama pants, barefoot and—he registered—no bra. He smiled into her mouth and brought his hands around to the front of her torso.
Most of his guy friends were ass or boob men—but he had always been a stomach guy. It was one of the first things he noticed about Teyla six years ago—that sliver of golden skin between her shirt and pants had caused him more trouble than anything else. He slid his hands over her stomach and felt his own stomach flop... he knew her belly was taut and muscled, but he hadn't expected her skin would feel so soft. It felt like satin under his fingers and he was aware of how calloused and rough his hands were in comparison. She didn't seem to mind, though, because she pushed forward into his hands and made a satisfied sigh. They continued their kiss in a more leisurely fashion as he brought his hands to rest on either side of her waist and slid them under her tank top. He skimmed his hands up her ribs under her shirt and marveled at how small she was. He realized for the first time that the aura of toughness she projected conveniently camouflaged her petite frame. He slid his hands farther up until they reached the swell of her breasts, and he stopped. He gently used his thumbs to caress her below each breast, wrapping his fingers around to stroke her back at the same time. She made a noise that landed somewhere between a sigh and a mew. He knew she wanted him to raise his hands further, but he stayed where he was, teasing her with his thumbs still on the under curve of her breasts. Their kiss continued, and his lips were starting to feel that tingly burn that he remembered from marathon make out sessions in the back of high school cars. Finally he slid his thumbs up higher and lightly brushed them over her nipples, back and forth. This time the sound she made was a definite whimper of pleasure and he felt absurdly pleased to hear the longing in it. He continued the sweeping motion of his thumbs and pushed his groin closer into her flank.
Careful. Gotta make this good. Ocean breezes...
For a moment he was startled when she lifted her arms above her head, until he understood that she was asking him to remove her top.
Damn.
Teyla's enthusiasm and obvious arousal made it that much harder for him to maintain self-control. Holding her in his arms and pressing his body against hers was enough to send his pulse soaring, but her response to his touch sent his body's reaction rocketing into the stratosphere.
What could he do but oblige? He slid his hands back down her torso and lifted her shirt over her head, briefly breaking their kiss as he pulled her top free. He lowered his hands back to rest on her hips. Bringing her arms down, she settled them around his shoulders, twisting her hands through his hair as she resumed exploring his mouth with her own. With her arms around his neck, her weight had shifted so that her chest was pressed into his torso in a most distracting way. John could feel her taut nipples grazing his chest and he stifled a groan.
He skimmed his hands all along her back, reveling in the curve of her spine and the swell of her hips. The simple act made him feel almost giddy with pleasure, and from her soft sighs, she seemed to be enjoying it as well. He slid his right hand down to her butt and reached for her upper thigh. He applied light pressure, lifting her leg up so it wrapped around his waist. She broke their kiss and buried her face in his neck, breathing heavily. He kissed her forehead, enjoying the feeling of her rounded butt cheek in his cupped hand. She turned her head slightly so her lips met his skin and began softly kissing and licking the pulse point on the side of his neck. It sent a wave of fiery excitement through his body, and he briefly wondered what the physical limits of arousal were.
He slid his left hand down across her backside again and lifted her other thigh, shifting her so he was supporting her full weight with his hands. She wrapped her legs around him and looked up at him, the excitement clear in her eyes, and pushed her pelvis up against him, making him realize that his erection was now pressed into her crotch. The groan escaped his lips this time, and he closed his eyes, trying to breathe deeply.
Salt water. Sand. Sailboats.
He turned toward the bed, carrying her with him, all the while looking down at her, hoping she could read in his eyes the emotions he was unable to articulate. This was not a casual late-night dalliance—it meant much more to him. She returned his gaze with her own, caressing the back of his neck in an intimate gesture, assuring him that this was full of emotion for her, too. He carried her to the bed. She unwrapped her legs from around his waist, and he set her gently down to stand in front of him.
He turned and waved his hand over the bedside sensor, bringing the light in the room up to a dim glow. He looked down at her, and his stomach did another lazy flop as he took in her naked torso and satin skin, but mostly it was the smile of anticipation on her lips that brought a similar smile to his own.
"John..." It sounded like the beginning of a sentence she didn't know how to finish. He rested his forehead on hers and responded in kind.
"Teyla." They gazed at each other for a moment and knew they didn't need to say anything else. Not tonight, anyway. It was enough to just see the affection mirrored in each other's eyes. He placed a soft, tender kiss on her lips and pulled her down to sit on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of her, his face level with hers, and resumed their passionate kisses. He trailed his hands down her back, then up again, repeating the motion while they kissed. Occasionally he brought his thumbs up her ribs and brushed them across her nipples, then swept his hands back down her spine. Although he was resting on his knees between her legs, he intentionally left a space between their bodies. He needed to focus on her instead of the ache in his groin. She reached out and placed her hands on the back of his thighs, running them up to the edge of his boxers and under them to his butt. The sensation triggered a jolt of heat down his spine and he groaned again.
Okay. That's not helping.
He placed one hand on the small of her back and used the other to apply pressure to her shoulder, easing her down until she lay on the bed with her legs draped over the side. Now she could only reach his chest and she placed her hands on his pectoral muscles, making a murmur of approval at their firmness. Now he was the one that felt smug.
He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her belly, inhaling her warm scent. She smelled amazing... ten times better than the faint whiffs he had caught in years past. She moved her hands to his head, lacing her fingers through his hair and sighing with pleasure. He kissed her above her bellybutton again, then trailed his tongue down into it. Placing his hands on either side of her hips, he gripped the sides of her pajama pants, and gently tugged. She understood and lifted her hips so he could slip them off of her.
Shit.
White panties. Lace, in fact. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but he'd definitely been unprepared for the sight of her honey-colored skin contrasted with white lace. He knew Teyla had adopted some of the habits of her friends on Earth—she painted her toenails and occasionally wore lipgloss. He wasn't familiar with the current style in Athosian underwear, but he was pretty sure it didn't have "Victoria's Secret" printed in tiny letters across the waistband.
He almost lost it right there. If he thought his pulse was racing before, it was blazing now. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself.
Waves. Surfing. Coral reefs.
He opened his eyes to look straight into Teyla's. He realized he had been hovering over her with his eyes closed, completely silent. She looked at him with a question in her eyes.
"Are you alright?" She looked a little disoriented, her face flushed and eyes sparkling.
"Mmmm... yep. Just observing a moment of silence for all those nights I spent dreaming of this."
He grinned up at her, and she laughed, flashing her beautiful white teeth. Placing his hands over her breasts and gently rubbing his thumbs across her nipples, he resumed his kisses on her stomach, taking his time, exploring every inch of her velvety skin. She relaxed her head back onto the bed again, still twining her fingers through his hair. He kissed his way slowly down from her belly button, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her soft skin. He reached the waistband of her panties and began layering kisses along the edge of it. Bringing his right hand down to her knee, he then slid it slowly up the inside of her muscled thigh. He heard her gasp and congratulated himself on being the cause of that gasp. He slid his hand still further up her thigh, til he reached the leg of her panties. He slowly slipped his thumb under the elastic, and her gasp turned into a moan. Still placing kisses along her lower belly, he moved his thumb farther under the lace and gently stroked along her warm folds. He tried to steady his breathing, but when he felt the heat radiating from her center, the heat in his own groin started to rise.
The ocean. Starfish. Water.
It was getting harder to remember anything that had to do with the ocean, but he tried, desperate to distract himself from the primal urges that surged in his body. He slid his thumb lower and until he found her entrance, which was already soaking her panties. His thumb found its way deeper into her and he felt her thighs tense with pleasure. He used his other hand to start pushing the waistband of her panties lower, following it with his kisses. He'd only slipped the waistband down a few inches when he felt her tense up, but with anxiety instead of anticipation. He quickly looked up at her, a question in his eyes.
"Does this make you uncomfortable?" he asked her, stilling his hands.
"No-o-o-o... it is just that... that..." she hesitated and he could've sworn she was blushing. "I have never... um... been the recipient of-of..." her voice trailed off and she looked so vulnerable that he straightened and reached to hold her hand with his own.
"Nobody's ever kissed you down there?" He tried to keep the incredulity out of his voice.
"No." She shook her head and looked at him shyly.
Kanaan, you're a fucking idiot.
"Oh, well, we don't have to do that." He didn't want her to feel any pressure or discomfort. "Unless you want me to continue." He looked up at her to gauge her response. She smiled slowly.
"It is not unpleasant." She looked down at him with an almost mischievous expression. "I just was not expecting it."
"Well then. I'll just continue, and if anything feels uncomfortable, just stop me." He gave her his lopsided grin, the one that made him look rakish.
"Very well," she agreed. She rested her head on the bed, and reached for his hair when he bent down over her again.
All right. No pressure. It's only her first time receiving oral sex. His internal sarcasm turned into resolve. I gotta make this good.
He tugged at the sides of her panties, and she again tilted her hips up so he could pull them from her. He resisted the urge to hide them under his pillow and tossed them to the floor. He gave her a look of what he hoped was reassurance and ran his hands along the top of her thighs to her hips. He bent over and gently kissed the soft mound between her legs. He moved lower, keeping his kisses soft with his lips closed, trying to go slowly for her benefit. She moved her legs farther apart and he heard a soft sigh of pleasure.
Encouraged by this message of enjoyment, he slid his tongue between her folds and gently caressed the warm heart he found there. She inhaled sharply and clenched her hands, tugging at his hair.
"John..." her tone was pleading, but he was pretty sure it was a "don't stop" plea, since her hips were straining toward his mouth. He continued his ministrations, reaching up to stroke her breast with one hand. The other hand he moved to her leg and ran up and down her silky smooth calf. He swirled his tongue around her pulsing nub, knowing that repetition and consistency beat out variety every time. Her increasingly loud sighs and moans let him know that he was on the right track, and he concentrated his efforts on bringing her to the brink and pushing her over. He could feel more heat radiating from her body, and she began to tense and relax her hips, pushing into his mouth ever so slightly. He moved both hands to her buttocks and massaged them, encouraging her movement. Her moans had almost reached squeal pitch, and his own heartbeat started to roar in his ears.
Ocean. Waves. Dammit...
Suddenly she tensed and cried out. As difficult as it was to maintain his composure, he continued his efforts at her core, gripping her hips as she convulsed against his mouth. As she finally shuddered more calmly and her thighs untensed, he returned to the gentle, closed-mouth kisses and caressed her inner thighs again. He felt her eyes on him and looked up to see her propped up on her elbows, her glowing, flushed face a tribute to his skill. She smiled at him and placed one hand against his cheek.
"Thank you." It was almost a whisper, but the real reward for him was the look of satisfaction and delight on her face.
"I aim to please," he whispered back with a grin.
He straightened and stood up from his knees, realizing as he did that she was completely naked, laying before him. He felt almost lightheaded at the sight of the golden expanse of skin. His stomach did that slow flop yet again and he tried to take deep breaths. She sat up and reached for his legs, once again running her hands up the back of his thighs, sliding them under his boxers to his buttocks. This time he did not stop her, just reached out and touched her spun-gold hair. She slid her hands back down his thighs, then reached up to the waistband of his boxers. She pulled them down in one swift motion, a look of focus on her face.
He stepped out of the boxers and moved to gently push her back onto the bed, but she stopped him with her hands on his torso. She was taking it all in, studying his body with focus. She ran her hands across his chest and down to his navel, taking her time. Her hands slid lower to his erection and she slowly ran her fingers down it, feeling the heat and strain of it. He gasped like a fish out of water, and she looked up at him with a grin.
He looked down at her, holding his breath now, because he wasn't sure if he would lose it right then. He closed his eyes and saw stars against the dark background of his eyelids. He tried to breathe again, and opened his eyes to watch her continuing to caress his most sensitive areas, slowly and purposefully. When he thought he couldn't stand it a second longer, she slid her hands around behind him, gripped his buttocks, and pulled him down toward her.
He allowed her to pull him down, then lifted her gently and turned her to lay lengthwise on the bed. She pulled him into the space between her legs, and he balanced his weight on his forearms on either side of her. The feel of his erection pressed against the satin skin of her stomach was intoxicating, and he felt a little dizzy with pleasure. She smiled up at him and ran her hands through his hair again, then down his neck and back.
I gotta make this good. He was determined that she would climax again before he did, but he wasn't sure if he'd be in any kind of lucid state by then. The feel of her hands sliding up and down his back, and the press of her breasts against his chest—
Ocean. Waves. Right...
She shifted one leg further to the side and reached between them, grasping his arousal and guiding it to her warm center. She couldn't make the invitation any clearer, so he followed her lead and found himself pressed against her opening. He felt the heat radiating from her, took a deep breath, and slid into her. The sensation was both exquisite and excruciating... it was the one place he wanted to be, but also the one place where he knew his self-control was limited. He closed his eyes, bending his head down, and took some more deep breaths. She seemed to understand, and remained motionless, except for continuing to trail her fingers along his back.
After a few moments he opened his eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back and immediately rocked her hips against his with a grinding motion. He pushed back and they began their rhythm, John sliding slowly out of her, then back in, meeting her hips with his own force. He looked down at her and was suddenly awash with memory of his hallucination-dream. Now he remembered what it was he had asked her for... it was this. Not just the physical joining, but the deep emotional connection that was building between them. This was what he'd always wanted—he just hadn't been ready to ask. But he had asked her in his dream, and she had answered in reality. Hoping to convey some of the emotion he was feeling, he slid one arm around her shoulders to the back of her neck, imitating the caressing motion she had given him earlier. She smiled up at him and he knew she understood.
Their rhythm sped up, and he slid his hand between them, reaching to touch her and bring her to release again. She made a humming noise and smiled, closing her eyes. She began to grind against his pelvis even harder and he could hear that her breaths were coming faster.
He had a vague idea that there was something about water that he was supposed to remember, but he just couldn't focus. His pulse roared in his ears and every ounce of control was concentrated toward holding on for just a few more seconds. Her humming sounds turned to moans, her breaths coming faster and faster while he used his fingers to urge her to her satisfaction. Soon her head jerked back on the pillow and she inhaled sharply. He continued to apply gentle pressure with his fingers as she rode out the culmination of his efforts, thrusting against his hips and moaning. She gasped once more and her breathing steadied. Teyla opened her eyes and looked up at him, and a smile curved her lips slightly. Then a look of focus settled over her features, and she resumed her rhythm of grinding against him. She slid her hands down to his buttocks and pushed him further into her at each of his thrusts.
John was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. He was drowning in sensations... the feel of her walls fluttering around his erection, the way her hipbones dragged across his own with each movement, the awareness of her lithe body under his own. He understood that he could now let go, and began thrusting into her with purpose. As he reached the point of no return, he dropped his head into the hollow of her shoulder, pressing his lips to her skin. Stars exploded behind his eyelids and he groaned into her neck as he convulsed against her. He felt her arms around him and he allowed himself to sink into the moment, letting go of the last vestiges of control.
He slowly surfaced, opening his eyes and lifting himself up on one elbow. Teyla was gazing at him with that smug smile again. He smiled back at her, and her smile widened to a grin.
"That was amazing, John." Teyla reached up and traced a finger along his eyebrow.
"Yeah... I spotted that too." He lifted his eyebrows at her and smiled. They lay silently for a moment, and when their bodies had cooled, he rolled onto his side next to her.
"Do you want to stay here for the rest of the night?" He rubbed his hand over her silky stomach and looked over at her. She turned on her side, facing him.
"Yes," was her simple answer.
"Torren?"
"He is with Kelia." She reached over and placed her hand on the side of John's face. "I will stay here until morning."
He'd thought the fireworks were over for the moment, so the burst of happiness in his chest took him by surprise. The thought of holding her while they slept together in his bed flooded him with a rush of emotion he hadn't expected. He lowered his head and placed one more gentle kiss on her lips, then sat up and pulled the covers over them and reached over to turn off the light. Teyla turned to her other side and John grinned into the darkness as she slid over to him and tucked her body into his, pressing her backside into him. He reached his arm around her and closed his eyes, submerging into a dreamless sleep.
