Chapter 3

Moments passed by unnoticed until the need to breathe forced them to pull apart. They were slightly out of breath as they stared at one another. Almost afraid that if one of them moved, the spell like trance they were in would break.

However slowly the realization of what had just happened dawned on them, and with it came thoughts of doubts and uncertainties. Reality was hell bent on reminding them of where they were and the consequences their actions might lead to.

John tried in vein to clear his mind and focus only on what he was feeling. There was so much he wanted to tell her but the words refused to come out. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't say anything.

Teyla watched him closely and prayed that it wasn't regret she saw in his eyes. Seconds ticked by and when she could no longer take the silence, she began to pull out of his arms.

The air around them soon became filled with tension as an awkward silence settled within the room. Both were waiting for the other to say something, anything that would end this dreaded stillness.

Teyla looked away from him, trying to hide the hurt that was no doubt evident in her eyes. 'This is ridiculous.' She thought to herself. 'I should not have come here.' She momentarily closed her eyes and tried to calm her nerves. Taking a deep breath she turned back to him, her face almost expressionless.

John stood there unable to do or say anything as he watched her guard go back up. Inside of him he was fighting with himself trying to quickly figure out what to do before it was too late.

The rational side of him told him that what he felt was wrong and that he never should have kissed her. For a moment there he had begun to listen to that part of his brain, had begun to believe that this never should have happened; but then he suddenly remembered the dizzying waves that had traveled throughout his body when he felt her lips against his. And he realized that he couldn't spend another day without constantly reliving that feeling.

"Teyla…" He began to say only to have her cut him off.

"This was a mistake." Her voice was low and her body was tense as she spoke.

John felt as if she had just physically punched him and knocked the air out from his lungs. He stared at her dumbfounded and made no move to deny her words. Instead he stood there like a fool, and was about to just watch her walk away from this, away from him.

Teyla turned around and paused before moving towards the door. She didn't want to hear an apology or an excuse. And she didn't think that she could handle it if he said that he regretted it. So she decided to give them both an easy way out; even though every fiber in her being was screaming for her to turn around and demand that he say something, anything that would indicate that what she had just felt between them was real.

"Good night, John." She said over her shoulder as traitorous tears formed in her eyes.

'Wait! Don't!' He yelled in his mind as the fear of losing her filled every nerve in his body. 'Damn it say something.' He was practically pleading with himself.

She was just one step away from the door when his voice suddenly caused her to stop dead in her tracks.

"Stay." He whispered so low that she almost didn't hear it.

TBC

Kind of a short chapter but I wanted to update while I still had access to a computer.

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