Warnings: Contain some mature contents. Mature readers only

Episodes: None.

I know it has been awhile since I updated this story, but RL is kicking by butt. I will still have to do some work this weekend, but nothing like this past weekend. Thanks you guys for reading my story as well as for you inspiring reviews.

This chapter gave me problems for a number of reasons. There were multiple revisions, so I hope there are not too many errors. This is my first in-depth love scene, so I how you guys enjoy it.

Chapter 4

Suddenly feeling very shy, she is sure he can read her desires in her eyes. With her heart feeling as if it is doing somersaults, her lips still tingling from their early kiss. She is finding it increasingly hard to breathe in his present and with his eyes upon her with such intensity. It is as if he is seeing her for the first time.

Looking at John, she could see the strain of the situation on his face and in the tautness of his body. This John looks tired, there were specks of sand all over his uniform and tiny grains of sand on his expose arms, hands and face, and from the little that he had told her a few minutes ago about his experiences in the present and future, she seriously doubted he had eaten anything in a while or gotten any rest for quite some time.

This is a John who as seen, lived and experienced things that she hasn't. There were questions nagging at her consciousness. Questions, she wants to ask of him. To some extent this is a John she doesn't know.

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Knowing when she first met John, instinctively he would change her life, and in so many ways he has. This man who has always kept his innermost feelings guarded from her. It's his inabilities to express his feelings that infuriate her the most and endear him to her. She had longed to know the whole man.

To know him as she does, to be as close to him as she is, to trusts him with her life as she does, to willing to give her life for his, but, yet, she still finds it difficult to truly know his true feelings for her. Their relationship was a complicated one.

She knows he cares for her. But, every time, his actions would give her a glimmer of hope that his feelings for her were more than what he has express, his words that follow would swiftly diminish that hope.

For so long, she had hoped that eventually he would express some feelings beyond that of friendship. There was a small part of her that believe he would, but when no declaration of feelings came, and then to see and hear about his flirtatious behavior with other women.

Defeated, delusion, she recently decided to accept that maybe, his feelings for her was just that of friendship, so she began to seek solace with another.

But, tonight John is here standing in front of her now, looking at her with eyes full of want and need, wanting her, needing her. Her own suppress feelings for him, feelings she has kept hidden and had tried to expel from her being these last few weeks rush to the surface.

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John moving to stand in front of her, his hand rising, softly touching the side of her face, "Teyla, I want to tell…, pausing you gotta know how I feel about you right. How I always felt about you" Seeing the doubt on her face, "No, how could you when I didn't want to admit my feelings to myself."

Her eyes widen at his admission. The moment she had started to believe that would never come finally happen. Her emotions were like that of a butterfly taken flight for the very first time.

"John, I…" She went into his arms, hugging him, to provide him with some comfort and understanding. Hesitating for a moment his arms encircle her and held her.

"I, I care for you deeply as well John," she whispered softly to his ear. Feeling the shudder as it rocks his body after her admission, the thunderous beating of his heart as she rests her head on his chest.

Then his lips sought and claim her lips softly, teasingly. All thoughts, doubts, and questions fleeing her mind – John's arms tighten around her. It felt good to feel the comforting warmth of his embrace. His kiss became no longer soft and teasing, but hard and demanding.

His lips left hers, moving to the beating pulse of her neck.

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The tent now secure from any intrusion. The light in the tent dim almost to darkness. John and Teyla were enjoying the pleasure of undressing other in a frantic pace. John with impatience hands ripping off one of Teyla's favorite Athosian's top to expose her naked breasts to his gaze and touch.

Teyla forcefully pulling of his black T-shirt, to run her fingers wantonly over ever sinews of upper half of John's body. Her fingers playing in the mat of hair on his chest slowly began to travel to the lower half of his body which was hard pack with muscles.

His heavy arousal springing from the thick cloud of jet-black hair in his groin was equally glorious to behold after she relieve him of his uniform pants. He felt her slim fingers wrap themselves around his swollen shaft. John whole body jerked. He pauses for moment looking deep into her eyes.

John pinning Teyla under weight, he began to explore one peak then other peak with his hands and then his mouth. Teyla arching her breasts to his mouth, with John sucking and nibbling them until they were glistening peaks of swollen ripeness, one of his hands began to explore the secret fold between her legs.

His fingers dip into the damp creamy heat, parting the moist petals and finding one of the most sensitive spot on her body. His fingers exploration was plunging her into a world of pure sensation.

But it wasn't enough, although underlying the pleasure was there. She wanted to feel him inside her, clamping her legs around his lean hips.

John lifting Teyla's lithe legs to encompass the rock hard strength of his thighs, guiding his shaft into her silky heat for the physical union that would join them together as one, intense pleasure spiked at his first thrust, then again, and again as drove himself deep into her central core, Teyla gasping cry mingling with John responding groans.

TBC