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rating will change to M for this chapter

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Chapter 2

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John looked down at Teyla's scared face and an idea popped into his mind. He hoped she wouldn't just kick his ass.

He slid his hand through her hair to cup the back of her neck and he closed the distance. His lips met hers and he felt her hesitate for a second before her lips responded equally to the pressure of his. Yeah, he'd definitely got her mind off the Wraith but for how long. He was willing to do this all night if he needed to but would Teyla allow it?

"God, Teyla, I've wanted to do this for way too long." The words slipped out of his mouth and John wished he could take them back the second they left. But he felt Teyla's hand slide up his chest and slip into his hair and hold him close as her lips moved over his.

"I, too, have desired this, John. Why have we waited this long?" Teyla hoped that John too felt something for her other than friendship and that this was not just a ploy to keep her mind off the approaching enemy.

Her mind briefly fluttered to that of the impending Wraith but when John replied, "Because I'm stupid and slow," Teyla knew he had similar feelings to hers and she threw herself into the meeting of their lips again.

Long minutes passed as their mouths skimmed and floated over each other's. Tongues came out, first just to test and tease but then to explore and conquer and dive deeply inside to find their partner. Breathing grew heavy and hands grasped shoulders and waists and ran along arms and backs.

John couldn't believe he was actually doing this with Teyla. He'd had dreams of kissing her but none had come close to the real thing. Her flowery scent wafted in his nostrils as he pushed his nose into her hair and ran his tongue over her neck. Her tiny moans incited him and urged him on further. His teeth nipped at her shoulder and he lavished the area from her ear to her collarbone with passionate attention.

Teyla's hands stayed clenched in his hair holding him close and John chuckled at the thought of his very reserved and controlled Teyla allowing him such liberties. But he wouldn't complain. It was heaven. And with all he'd done in his life, he'd never expected to see that at any point.

Teyla's head lolled back as John's mouth trailed kisses along her neck. His tongue made the return journey sending shivers up her spine. She had wanted this for so long but had never dared voice her desires for she did not know if John returned her feelings. But her name that kept escaping in little whispers from his mouth, told her that he did indeed desire her and her heart leapt.

John's mouth drifted back to hers and his tongue traced the outline of her lips. His hands rubbed up and down her back and he could feel Teyla lean in and press her body against his. It felt so good and he almost hoped they wouldn't be rescued for a while so he could continue with this pleasure.

"I can't remember the last time I just sat and made out with someone," John whispered into her mouth as he came up for a short burst of air. "I forgot how nice it can be."

Teyla caressed the side of his face and ran her finger along the outline of his ear. "Yes, it is very pleasant. I have to admit I am enjoying this."

John pushed a few pieces of her hair out of her face and grinned. "I might have to schedule this into my daily routine. You know, 'Make out session with Teyla – thirteen hundred to fourteen hundred hours, every day.' Do you think Lorne will notice if I just slide that into my daily itinerary?"

Teyla gave a soft chuckle. "Perhaps if you allowed him to add it to his daily schedule as well he may not object."

John's eyes grew fierce. "You're not making out with Lorne every day," he growled.

Teyla gave him a patient look. "I did not mean me but I know of several women on base who think he is quite handsome and would most likely be amenable to something like that."

"Really," John replied. "I never realized that you were in on the base gossip."

"I hear it, I do not repeat it," Teyla told him. "However, I have heard many women who would love to be 'scheduled in' with you if you wished for a variety."

John raised his eyebrows and said, "Really? Interesting."

But when he saw Teyla's disappointed expression he pressed his lips to her again and assured her, "They'll just have to keep looking. There's only one woman I've had my eye on for almost three years and I'm not sure anyone else could compare to her."

Teyla look slightly reassured but John thought maybe he should finally come clean. After all, he'd been sitting here kissing her for close to an hour.

"Teyla, listen I um ..." John cleared his throat and wondered why he was so bad at this part. This was Teyla. They'd been great friends and teammates for almost three years. He should be able to talk to her. He cleared his throat again.

"Remember when I had that alien entity in me, Thalen." Maybe he wouldn't have to come right out and actually say it.

Teyla nodded. It was difficult to forget. She had almost needed to kill John to save everyone else on base. She still did not know if she would have been capable of doing it. After these kisses; she did not think so.

"Remember what he said when he was trying to get you not to shoot him."

Teyla could still hear John's voice, emotional and rough, as if the words had been dragged from his throat. 'He cares for you more than you know.' Teyla had played those words over and over in her mind for a very long time, sometimes even still if she were truthful.

"Yes, I remember," Teyla confessed.

John stroked his thumb down the side of her face and gazed into her eyes solemnly. "They were true." He swallowed hard and finished, "He knew … how I felt and tried to use it to his advantage. But what he said … came straight from my heart."

John saw a slight sheen begin to gather in Teyla's eyes and she asked, "Truly?"

John nodded and kissed her gently. "I do care for you, Teyla and more than as just a teammate and friend. I probably shouldn't but I guess you can't always choose … who your heart surrenders to."

A small sob escaped Teyla's throat and she took a deep breath to try to reign in her control. She had hoped to hear words such as these from John Sheppard for many years. She hoped it was not a dream as she had dreamed just such a scenario many times in the past.

She reached up and touched his face to assure herself he was indeed real and saying the words she'd longed for. She moved to press her lips to his and when she felt them once again on hers, she knew he truly had spoken them.

"I have wished for you to say those words to me for many days, John. You should know that my heart surrendered to yours quite some time ago. I was fearful that you did not feel the same and so I never gave indication of this emotion."

John kissed her swiftly and passionately then shook his head. "Boy, we sure did waste a lot of time then. Now that we have a little bit of that on our hands, maybe we should try and make up for it."

An impish smile grew on Teyla's face and she raised one eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

John slid down the wall and pulled her against him, his arms wrapping around her and caressing her back. "How about a little more of the same."

Teyla lay on her side pressed snuggly against him and purred, "I have enjoyed it so far. I see no reason we should not continue. It will keep my mind focused here. That is a much better place to be."

"Then by all means, let's keep you distracted." John ravished her mouth and plunged inside while Teyla ran her hand up along his chest, feeling the muscles ripple when she touched them. Ever since she had seen his chest during the Iratus bug incident, she had desired to touch him and explore the flat stomach and taut muscles.

In her exploration Teyla managed to slide her hand under John's t-shirt and she moaned when she felt the soft hair that covered his chest and arrowed down his stomach.

"Oh, God, Teyla, that feels so good."

John figured turnabout was fair play so he slipped his hand under her shirt and caressed the silky skin of her back from her shoulders to her waistline. He flipped onto his back and pulled her to lie across his chest and he used both hands to massage her back and shoulders, attempting to ease her stress and discomfort of the Wraith presence.

Their lips continued to devour and their tongues thrust and parried in a quest for dominance. John skimmed one hand under her waistband and cupped her curvaceous bottom. He squeezed and released and again had a hard time believing that he was actually touching Teyla this way.

As John continued to kiss and caress Teyla he became vaguely aware of sounds and movement outside the cave. It didn't sound all that close but he knew if Teyla started thinking about the Wraith, they could possibly push into her mind and discover them here.

He rolled again and adjusted Teyla so her back was against his chest as he reclined against the TAC vest. His lips strayed from her mouth to her neck where he nipped and sucked on a particularly sensitive spot although he made sure not so much that he had her groaning too loudly. That would give away their position, too.

The hand that had been stroking her bottom moved around to her side and skimmed along her rib cage as the other hand snuck under her top as well. He felt Teyla adjust her shoulders so his hands came in contact with the underside of her breasts. He had no problem with that but wondered if they were moving too fast.

But as he heard more sounds from outside he knew he couldn't take the chance of the Wraith locating them. They'd be goners for sure. He had to keep her from noticing. So far he had.

So his hands travelled just a little bit north and surrounded the enticing orbs he had tried to keep his eyes off of earlier. But now they were sitting right in his hands and the word 'heaven' came back to mind. He kept his lips exploring from her ear to shoulder as he gently caressed and massaged her delightful curves.

He felt Teyla lean her back further into his chest and square her shoulders to allow him better access. His hands accepted the offer and circled her golden mounds until he could feel her nipples pucker in the palm of his hands. He couldn't resist. His thumbs flickered over the taut peaks and then he pinched and pulled lightly with the thumbs and pointer fingers.

At this, Teyla's head dropped back onto his shoulder and he found better access to her neck with his tongue and teeth. But his hands and fingers never stopped their ministrations and he felt her fingers biting into the muscles of his thighs. Around the curves then back down to her flat stomach and over her hips his hands skimmed and roamed and Teyla's hands found their way up and down his thighs which were now planted on either side of her hips.

He knew exactly where he wanted his hands going next but wasn't sure he should go there. He kept one ear open for sounds from outside while trying to keep Teyla from being aware of them. She seemed to be solely focused on what he was doing to her and he was happy about that. He really liked what he was doing to her. And her hands on his thighs certainly weren't unpleasant.

He let one hand to stray to her waistband and slipped his fingers inside. He felt Teyla's stomach contract allowing more access. He caressed from hip to hip then lowered to roam his fingers through her curls. He heard her breath become unsteady and he tipped his head to whisper in her ear.

"I can stop if you want me to, Teyla."

Teyla shook her head slightly and turned her face to softly reply, "You are keeping me very preoccupied. You should continue until they are no longer nearby."

John gave a quiet chuckle and let his fingers continue their wanderings. It was his duty to keep them safe and if it meant gliding his hands over Teyla's delectable body, well, he'd just have to suffer.

His other hand lowered from where it had still been kneading her breast and popped the snap on Teyla's pants. The zip was lowered a tiny bit and the hand that was already inside moved in further. It had just cupped her womanly mound and was traversing toward her female core when John heard a crackle in his ear.

"Sheppard, Teyla, can you hear me? Sheppard, answer me." It was Rodney's voice and John could have cursed though he did have a tiny niggle of relief that they had come back. He was just about to respond when he heard some rocks skitter down the hillside they were residing in. His hands tightened on Teyla as they heard footsteps much too close for comfort.

He heard Rodney's voice again, panicky this time, repeating his name. "Sheppard, damn it, you better not have been captured because I'm just not in the mood to hang out with the Wraith again. Answer me."

John slipped one hand, the one not in Teyla's pants, to his vest and grabbed the radio and gave a double click. He hoped McKay would realize they needed radio silence. There was no way the Wraith could hear what McKay was saying in his ear but if John or Teyla made any noise, they would most likely be found.

John double clicked again and heard Rodney's confused voice once more. "What? Oh, radio silence. So that means they're okay just hiding, right? Oh, hey Sheppard, I know you can't talk but listen. The Apollo is on its way but it could be another five or six hours before it can get to you. Stay as far as you can from the Wraith and they'll beam you up as soon as they get there. I know you can't get to the gate as we just sent a MALP through and saw the place swarming with them. But we'll get there. Don't worry."

John double clicked again with one hand and allowed his other to keep moving on Teyla's lower portion, just to keep her from thinking too much about the Wraith they could hear on the hillside.

John heard the radio click off, probably with the gate shutting down and lowered his radio back to his vest. But with the Wraith stumbling very close by, he really needed to keep Teyla from reaching out and subconsciously informing them of their presence.

His mouth nuzzled on her neck and his right hand caressed again as his left hand pulled one of the P-90's to rest up against his left thigh. Just in case they do find us, he thought.

Teyla had pushed deeper into his chest during the radio conversation and the rolling rocks and he knew she was worried. Hell, he was too. But right now his hand had a job to do and he was ready and willing.

His fingers crawled their way until they were at the juncture of her thighs and began to move slowly. He needed to keep her occupied but he couldn't get her so worked up that she'd make enough noise to hear from outside the cave. But then he didn't really know if Teyla was the type of woman who moaned and whimpered during sex or if she just lay there quietly. He couldn't really ask her, even if they didn't have Wraith crawling all over the place but he hoped someday soon he could find out first hand.

He really hoped she wasn't the quiet type but he figured she could go both ways. Teyla often kept her feelings hidden, not unlike him, and utilized a great deal of calm and control over her emotions. But then when she fought, she was extremely powerful and passionate. He was hoping she made love like she fought and not like how she negotiated, it would be a lot more fun.

As he dipped one finger inside her warmth, he stifled his own groan when he found her moist and slick, obviously ready for him. He felt her tense up and paused his actions to allow her time to get used to it. Then he began sliding in and out and around her soft folds. He kept the actions slow and steady and could feel Teyla's sighs of contentment.

He wasn't sure how long he kept at it but he honestly didn't care as long as no one interrupted them. After a while he realized he hadn't heard the footsteps outside the cave or on the hill for some time. But he also didn't want to stop. He didn't think he would ever tire of kissing her neck or touching her skin, and other places.

But now that the Wraith seemed to have moved on maybe they could make a little noise without worrying about being discovered. They were inside a cave after all. It was only when the Wraith had been practically on top of them outside on the hill that John had felt the need to remain absolutely quiet. And he chuckled when he thought of McKay's timing. The scientist sure sucked at that.

John released his grip on the P-90 and placed that hand back on Teyla's torso while he moved his other hand and fingers more rapidly and in rhythm in and out of her center. He kept his lips and tongue moving on her neck and shoulder as the pressure built. He could feel Teyla tense even more and her legs parted further and her hips began to rock steadily with the movement of his fingers.

Her breath came quicker and little whimpers escaped from her mouth and John attempted to capture them with his lips. He could feel himself grinning when he discovered that she didn't seem to be the quiet type after all. He just wished he could go further beyond what he was doing and really see how much noise she could make.

But for that they'd have to actually remove some clothing and he didn't think that was a great idea if the Wraith came back, or if the Apollo managed to get here sooner than expected. He could just see Ellis's face go slack if they beamed the two of them on board, right onto the bridge, their naked bodies locked together in passion. He didn't think Ellis would freak out half as much as Caldwell would, though.

He gazed down at Teyla writhing between his legs, her head thrown back, her body shivering with pleasure. He knew just a few more strokes and she'd be over the edge and falling. He didn't disappoint.

As the shudders dwindled to minor tremors, John kissed her neck again and whispered, "There's so much more I'd love to do with you, Teyla, but I think we'll have to wait until after we're back in Atlantis."

"You wish to continue this once we are back in Atlantis?" Teyla asked a puzzled look on her face.

John grew worried. Did she really only want him to keep her from thinking about the Wraith? Hadn't she said she had wanted to kiss him for a while? At his anxious expression, Teyla gave a sly smile.

"Tell me what you would like to do, John. I would be very interested in hearing."

John's relief was evident and Teyla smiled back. "Well, after I take you on a respectable first date, …"

"You wish to have a date?" Teyla sounded surprised. "What would we do?"

"Of course we'd have to have a date. I'm not that easy you know," John teased but knew he would never just want Teyla only for sex. He wanted her for everything. And now that the walls had started to crumble maybe he didn't need to keep rebuilding them so high to keep her out.

"What would we do," Teyla repeated then added, "if we were on your home planet? I would like it to be a surprise as to what you would do on Atlantis."

"If we were on Earth, hmmm," John looked thoughtful. "Well, I'd want to show you some of the greatest things America has to offer so, … maybe I'd take you to a carnival."

"What is a carnival?"

"It's a place where you go and they have all sorts of rides and attractions. My favorite one is the ferris wheel."

Teyla nodded in remembrance. "You mentioned this the very first time I saw you."

John grinned and felt a warm emotion run through him that she actually remembered some of the first words he ever said to her. "But they also have great food at carnivals, too. I'd buy you a hot dog and French fries and then we'd finish it off with some fried dough covered in powdered sugar. And if we were still hungry later, we could get a candied apple and some cotton candy."

"It sounds wonderful. Tell me more," Teyla encouraged as she snapped up her pants and snuggled into his chest. John held her close and continued.

"I'd probably take you on the ferris wheel a few times, especially once it got dark. That way you can see everything for miles around. And I might even pay the attendant an extra few bucks to make sure we stopped at the top."

Teyla's eyes widened. "What happens when you stop at the top?"

John smirked. "Well, that's my favorite place to kiss a girl. And I can't imagine anything nicer than kissing you at the top of a ferris wheel."

Teyla ran her hand along John's cheek. "Perhaps someday I will be able to visit your world and you can show me these things and take me to the top of a ferris wheel."

"And that would just be the start of it," John teased mischievously. "Once I take you home, that's when even more fun begins."

Teyla yawned and covered her mouth apologetically. John noticed the sun had gone down and the light had all but faded from the inside of the cave. He lowered himself to the relative comfort of the vest and pulled Teyla to rest on him.

"Tell you what," he yawned also, "the Apollo should be here in about five hours. We should try and get a little sleep before they do. Pretty sure I'll dream about all the things you and I can do now that we actually gave up our little secrets to each other."

"Are you glad we were somehow forced to reveal our feelings?"

John held her close, finally realizing how good it felt. "Yeah, Teyla, I am. I'm kind of wishing we had done it a bit sooner."

"I feel the same, John, I feel the same."

John kissed the top of her head and whispered to her all the things he wanted to do once they were back. Teyla knew those images would feed her dreams as well.

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