four
Jonathan races into the gateroom just as Elizabeth spins into Lorne, giggling, her face bright with joy. She's having a hell of a lot of fun… without him. And it's his own damn fault.
He checks his watch. It took him little over thirty minutes to get back from the gym and he knows he's disheveled. His tie is most certainly crooked and his newly tucked in tuxedo shirt wrinkled from the tussle with Sheppard. Jon runs both hands through his hair, letting a barrage of curse words flow freely within the confines of his brain. It's only when Elizabeth suddenly appears in front of him, her eyes shining with love and desire that he relaxes a bit.
Elizabeth sighs heavily; smiling at him with so much understanding it makes his heart lurch. "Got side-tracked from all the excitement, I see."
Jon pulls an apologetic face and shrugs a shoulder. "You were gone… I got lonely."
Elizabeth laughs, throwing her head back, then grabs his face with both hands and hauls him in for a sweltering kiss that melts his bones. She tastes so good. He can't deny his arms wanting to wrap around her and crush her body to his. One hand sinks into her lush dark curls and the other presses her lower body against him. Distantly he can hear whoops and hollers from those observing, but he doesn't care. The only sound that means anything to him is Elizabeth's slight whimper of pleasure.
Jon breaks the kiss slowly, only to nip at her swollen lips as he asks: "Can we please get out of here now? I don't know how much longer I can take this."
Elizabeth's green eyes widen. Her fingers play with his hair. "I have been thinking about what Teyla told me of the tradition. We still have nearly an hour 'til midnight…" Jon groans but she continues with a smile. "Doesn't mean we can't at least get started." Her grin is devilish and dazzling.
He raises a brow. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
"I think the question is… can you?"
Jon pulls back from her only to wave at the crowd still gathered for the reception. "'Night all. Thanks for the party… but we're so outta here."
Several more catcalls and whoops echo with whistles and the loudest applause Jon has ever heard as he pulls Elizabeth towards the nearest transporter.
XOXOXO
John lathers his body, taking his time, waiting for Angie to join him. He wanted to slip that dress from her body and use his hands and mouth to caress her skin as the crimson silk fell away, but she refused to let him touch her. She declared him too stinky for the moment and pointed toward the bathroom.
"Shower now." Then she smiled wickedly. "My present for you soon enough."
"What present?" John had tried to pull her against him but she resisted, pushing against his chest, propelling him again toward the bathroom.
"You'll see."
And so he's waiting, letting the water sluice over his heated skin. Maybe a cold shower is in order. He's already getting hard, but the reason for the damn thing bobbing to life is still in the other room, waiting to surprise him with something.
And Angie's always full of surprises.
John emerges from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Angie's sitting on the bed. Her eyes devour him with desire, that overwhelming hunger he never gets tired of seeing glimmering with extra heat as she takes in his half-naked form. She slips off the bed and crosses to him.
John, however, is shocked to find his wanton sex kitten in a T-shirt and sweat pants, her hair in a pony tail on top her head, ready for bed. "You didn't join me," he pouts. His erection is starting to throb. She can't seriously be considering sleeping at this point… can she?
"I had other things to do," she says, taking his hand and guiding him back to the bed. John sits and his towel falls open. Angie's eyes go directly to his engulfed erection. "Hmm. You're making this very difficult," she sighs, her eyes rising to meet his.
"What?" John asks, pulling her close and latching his mouth onto her neck, just above the deep V of her T-shirt.
"Uh…" her hands are on his shoulders, digging in as he continues the tease of her soft skin against his lips. "Ummm." Angie shakes her head and pushes away from him slightly. Her pupils are dilated with want. The throb of her pulse in her neck tells him of her need. He's ready to just throw her on the bed and take her. "I have a present for you… I've been holding on to it for a while now, since the Daedalus got back."
John peeks down her shirt. "I see two presents I already know how to unwrap."
She takes a deep breath. He knows he's got her just as hot as she's got him. She stutters cutely. "I..it's..y..your engagement gift," she gets out finally on a heavy exhale.
This gets his attention. "Really?"
Angie shrugs shyly. "It's not as beautiful as my ring… but I got some input from a reliable source that you'd like it anyway."
"Hmm… I'm intrigued. Is it…" he pulls back the waistband of her sweatpants. "Edible?"
"Nope. Watchable."
"Watchable…?" His eyes widen with excitement. "Strip tease?"
She smacks his bare shoulder lightly. "Gutterbrain. Not everything about us has to be about sex."
"Strip tease is an art form… has nothing to do with sex," John says seriously, though at this point he'd say just about anything to get her to drop trow and jump on him.
"Right." She turns away from him and grabs a small remote from her desk and points it at the rather large view screen McKay installed in her room.
Angie and McKay have a strange, almost symbiotic, relationship. She argues with him about his theories like nobodies business, which not only makes John chuckle but he actually thinks Rodney likes it. Almost like he's using Angie as a sounding board – only one that talks, okay, yells back – and bouncing ideas around so that he can hash out problem spots before going to his team. She makes McKay work for every point and never backs down no matter how many names he calls her – not that Angie isn't just as talented in the nasty names department. But as snarky as the two get with each other, there is something between them… possibly even a grudging friendship, though neither would admit to such a thing. They each believe they are taking advantage of the other. Hence the Atlantis version of the big screen TV hanging on the wall. John remembers Rodney saying it was a bribe while Angie said she'd managed to con it out of McKay. Either way, it works for them.
John stares blankly at the screen then glances at Angie with hope in his eyes. "Porn?"
Angie sighs with exasperation, shaking her head and trying not to grin. "According to my source… better."
John's skeptical. "Better than porn?"
She aims the remote and presses a button. "I don't know anything about it… so you can try to explain it to me again if you want." She hands him the remote as she urges him to stretch out on the bed then she slides in beside him.
John's biggest urge is to toss aside the remote and take her fast and hard, gift be damned. But this obviously means a lot to her so he's going to find out what exactly this gift is before he gives in to his baser instincts.
Angie rests her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder. John's skin warms at her touch as usual, but his mind is already occupied with what's on the big screen. He's dumbfounded. "How…?"
"Jack. I told him how much you like football… he offered to record them."
"How many games?"
"The whole season. Both College and Pro. Sam put them on separate DVD's."
John's astounded. "And… you'll stay with me?"
She giggles, looking up at him again. "It's my room goofball." Then she kisses him lightly on the cheek. "You mind if I just snuggle while you watch?"
John can't believe his luck… or this woman. "You want to snuggle?"
She kisses him again, on the neck this time. "Only with you… if you want."
"What I want..." He tosses the remote aside, curls himself over her, kissing her thoroughly. "Isn't pre-recorded."
"What about the games?" she asks breathlessly.
John smiles down at her. "Later. Right now, I'm looking for some live action." His lips take hers again as he lifts up her T-shirt, his whole body aching with the need to touch her, be touched by her. He pulls the shirt free and tosses it to the floor even as he bends to capture a taught nipple between his hungry lips.
"You're gonna get all sweaty again," she moans, arching her back.
John releases one breast and grins at her before moving to the other. "That's the plan."
XOXOXO
Ronon's on his back, his fingertips digging into the soft but taught flesh. Her legs are so muscled, so strong, and yet her silken, coppery skin begs him to squeeze it. He skims his rough hands over her thighs, around to cup her buttocks. She's even tight there.
Teyla sits astride him, rocking slowly, grinding her hips into his with a maddeningly sensual pace, her hands grasp and caress her breasts, teasing him with the sight of her tugging at her large brown nipples. She hadn't even bothered to take the dress off before pushing herself fully onto him; only bunching up the skirt to settle around her waist so she could take him inside and ride him mercilessly.
Then she slowly unbuttoned the dress bodice and slipped it down about her waste as well. He tried to get his hands on her, but she pushed him back down. She wanted him… her way. And Ronon's only problem with Teyla's way was that she managed to drag out the pleasure until it came to a fevered peak, until there was nothing left of him after the final crest. She would work him for hours in as many different positions as she could manage, yet she refused to let him take control.
Ronon has a problem needing to be in control, Teyla's told him numerous times, mostly while in bed. She's also told him that she plans on showing him how to lose that need… how to just flow with the pleasure and allow it to happen. So far, all he's been learning is that he needs this woman under him so that he can shove himself as deeply inside of her as he can get. He wants her whimpering with pleasure as he drives his length between her legs, leaving her tight muscles weak and trembling with completion.
Her inner muscles flex and pulse around him, making him grind his teeth and growl, it feels so good it's almost painful. But it's not enough. He needs her to move faster, he needs to thrust, but her hard thighs actually manage to keep him in place on the bed. He's at her mercy, but she's not showing any. "Teyla… Please!"
"Easy," she mutters, still rocking. One of her hands slides down her body, rubs her stomach then disappears under the bunched dress. A moment later she releases a harsh breath and a noisy, high pitched gasp.
"No more easy!" Ronon finally uses his superior strength to dislodge her. She mutters an unsatisfied cry as he flips her over onto her stomach, grabs her hips and drags her to the edge of the bed so that her feet are on the floor. A moment later her ass is in the air and he's back inside her with a vicious thrust. And then another. And another.
Teyla's grasping the bedding in her fists, her upper body flat on the bed as Ronon holds her high enough for him to enter. She's moaning incoherently, her body responding to his urgency with her own. She plants her knees on the edge of the mattress and begins pushing back into him, crying out as she does so, and making him holler and growl with each thrust.
Reaching around, Ronon finds the spot she wanted to stimulate earlier, the sight of which nearly broke him. He's gentle there unlike his actions as he slams into her as hard as possible. Her body shakes with the reverberations from the power of his fucking. But his fingers find her sensitive area and caress her with tenderness. He knows how she likes it and uses that to his advantage. She's going to be angry that he took control yet again, so the only way to appease her before hand is to give her the best climax he can coax out of her body.
Soon she's crying out in that throaty, guttural way that makes him think of her as a sleek, wild animal he's trying to tame, but knows he never will. She refuses to show any weakness, even to him. Her desire to make him lose control makes him laugh, sometimes bitterly, because it is she who refuses to step aside from her heritage, her inheritance of leadership. Teyla, the calm, the forthright, the wise could never simply let go and need release the way he does. Teyla never needs anything. She never asks for more than anyone is willing to give.
Well, tonight, she's going to take what Ronon's giving her and then some. And he's going to make sure she loves it so much, she'll beg for more. As the thought enters his mind, he captures her nub between his finger and thumb and gives it a light squeeze.
Teyla sputters: "Guhhh!" And her body shakes then goes limp in his hands as she pulses around him, climaxing with such intensity her inner muscles seize him; his knees buckle and he falls on top of her on the bed, spilling himself inside her forcefully; his body trembles with the release.
Moments later, reality returns to Ronon in a rush and he rolls off of Teyla. He turns her over at the same time so that they are lying face to face. Her eyes are closed and she's panting hard, just like him. "Are you alright?" He asks, gently brushing strands of sweat soaked hair from her face.
"No," she shivers.
He rubs a hand up and down her arm. "Did I hurt you?"
She smiles, her eyes opening and glistening in the candlelight. "No." She traces a finger down his cheek and tugs on his beard. "But now I must find another way to subdue you."
Ronon stares into her eyes, wanting so much to tell her that she would never be able to do such a thing to him. His desire for her is too strong. His need to possess his mate is part of who he is. This struggle she initiates between them is unnecessary. He is devoted to her. But she needs to understand that no other man will have her as long as he's alive. She belongs to him alone. Up until now, he's been playing along with her 'way'. No more. "Teyla."
"Ronon?"
"Subduing me is not the answer. You must accept something different."
Her eyes narrow, one brow rises. "What do you mean? Accept what?"
"Me. As I am."
She swallows, blinking several times. It's as if she's about to say something but thinks better of it. Ronon rolls so that he's on top of her again: his chest to hers, but he braces his weight on his arms. The confusion in her gaze is evident. Ronon knees her legs apart. He's already semi-hard again and slips inside her easily. "This is me… as I am with you." He kisses her, his mouth plundering hers, a man dying of hunger finally finding a buffet. He searches and finds her hands, pulling them above her head, linking his fingers through hers, then levering himself up to let her breathe.
"Ronon… I don't understand…"
"That is the problem." The feel of her firm breasts against his chest, her flat belly against his and the warmth of her sex surrounding him has brought him back to full erection while already inside her. "You are mine, Teyla." He holds her hands hostage as he starts to move. "Only mine." He lowers his head to capture a nipple, sucking on it mercilessly until she cries out. "Your body belongs to me. No one else will have you." He gives the other breast the same treatment and she arches up, a gasp escaping her throat. "And I will pleasure you as I please. Because you are mine." He pulls out and thrusts into her deeply, getting a strangled sob in response. "And you will pleasure me because I am yours." He thrust again, getting the same cry.
Releasing her hands, Ronon grips her thighs, pulling her legs up and apart. He catches her behind the knees, latching her legs over his shoulders and he picks up speed. He's riding her this time, pushing deep, filling her, taking her with as much power as any man can take his mate.
Teyla's caressing her breasts again, pinching her nipples, cooing and licking her lips as he works in her. The sight is intoxicating, he can feel his next release coming sharp and powerful, but he will not let it happen until she is ready. He lies down on top of her again, pressing his body against her pleasure zone. With his lips he plucks a nipple from between her fingers and sucks. His other hand joins hers, grasping and squeezing the other mound. The noises coming from her are different than before. After a moment, he realizes she's actually talking, saying the same thing over and over with each thrust of his body into hers.
It's barely a whisper, but he finally catches it: "IloveRononIloveRonon" over and over again.
He can't control the reaction those words trigger. His body spasms, reeling him into another mind blowing climax.
He doesn't know how much time has passed when he finally comes back to himself, but Teyla's arms are wrapped tightly around him and she's trembling, climaxing so hard her whole body shakes with it.
"Do you understand now?" he whispers against her ear.
"I believe so," she whispers back. "However, I may need more convincing to be certain."
Ronon chuckles, raising himself up to look at her. There are tears in her eyes, but joy on her face. "Conviction is very important." He kisses her lightly on the lips.
XOXOXO
Elizabeth palms open her door and gasps at the sight before her. Jonathan's nibbling her neck from behind and he stops suddenly. She feels him looking up and the catch in his breath. Elizabeth finally realizes what being friends with three rather forceful women has wrought.
It's like a fairytale. Or a romance novel. No, she thinks again. It's more like a combination of them. The normally functional, standard studio bedroom has been transformed into the Atlantis version of a honeymoon suite. The likes of which might only be seen in a Genie's bottle… or a rather gauche motel room. Though, Elizabeth doesn't find a single crimson silk drape or satin pillow the least bit tacky. The room is spectacular. The numerous scented candles glisten within the confines, dancing on their wicks against the light breeze opening the door caused.
Red and white rose petals – she can only assume they are genuine – line a path from the door straight toward a pile of giant lush pillows strewn on the floor amid what look like silk sheets. The bed – being of standard Atlantis size and really only good for one person – has been pushed lengthwise against the wall to permit more room on the floor. Apparently the pillows are to be their love nest.
And Elizabeth just knows in her heart that it will be very comfortable. There's no way those three would let it be any other way. Elizabeth tries to take a step inside, but Jonathan's hand on her arm stops her. "They've gone to a hell of a lot of trouble, Elizabeth."
She nearly chokes on the tears of happiness. "Yes, they have."
"So let's do this right." Without any notice, Jonathan catches her under the knees and picks her up, carrying her over the threshold only to gently kneel onto the pillows so that he can lay her down. He's kissing her even before the door closes behind them.
Elizabeth wraps her arms around him, pulling him in deeper for the kiss. She sinks into the pillows and the words: cloud-nine, tickle her brain and she giggles.
Jonathan breaks the kiss and narrows his eyes at her, feigning hurt. "My kisses make you laugh?"
"No," she giggles again. "It's the girls–"
His brows pop up. "My kisses make you think of your girlfriends?" His eyes narrow again. "What were you four doing all this time, hmmm?" He grins wickedly. "And did you happen to have a video camera on hand?"
She tosses her head back, laughing loud and hard. Jonathan's mouth latches onto her throat and the laugh immediately turns into a moan. Her hands are in his hair; his hands roam down the dress to the hem, then under. He skims her legs with light fingertips, pushing the gown up and up.
"Mmm… you wicked woman," he groans.
Elizabeth opens her eyes. He's staring down at where his index finger is grazing her stomach just above the waistline of her red lace panties. Elizabeth was amazed when she chose the underwear that it didn't show through the pale dress (or else she'd have gone with something different, of course) and his reaction is her reward. The hunger in his eyes, the desire in his fingertips as he slowly caresses her skin, dipping below the elastic lace, is sending her into frenzy. "Jonathan!"
He slips his hand under the lace and cups her mound, gently running his thumb over her clit. Elizabeth sucks in a breath between her teeth. His thumb stops moving. "Thinking of the girls now?" He says in that low, guttural voice she loves so much.
"God no! Don't stop!"
Jonathan chuckles. "But, Elizabeth. It's only 22:30… we have almost–"
Elizabeth sits up and grasps his face. "That's an order soldier."
Jonathan sinks a finger inside her and she falls back against the pillows limply. "Yes ma'am." With his free hand, he pushes her dress further up her body, following the hem with his lips and tongue. The finger inside her swivels and tickles before pulling out then plunging back in.
Elizabeth arches against him. "Mmm, yes…more."
Jonathan continues his ministrations until he hits a road block. The dress refuses to move any higher. "Elizabeth… I want you naked now."
"Yes!" She's so close. Just a little more… another finger maybe. But suddenly she's barren. Jonathan pulls his hand from her, leaving her boiling over and yet so cold. She opens her eyes and, he's staring at her.
"I don't want to ruin that beautiful gown," he says in a harsh voice. "But if you don't help me get it off of you this minute… I'm going to do something we will regret later."
Elizabeth's eyes widen in understanding. "The buttons are in back," she sighs and rolls onto her side. She can feel his fingers working the fasteners. She giggles lightly when he curses.
"Who the hell made these anyway? It's like trying to pick a lock for god's sake!"
She's about to respond when her gaze falls on the little tray table set up to the side of the pillows. There's a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket and some chocolate covered strawberries that make her mouth water even as she wonders how the hell they managed that feat. But it's the little slips of paper stuck to the tray that keep her attention. Her eyes are still a bit glazed and she blinks a couple of times.
Both notes are in Ancient. The one from Teyla she recognizes instantly. It's the other one that makes her gasp and then laugh out loud again. She feels Jonathan pull away and hears him slap his hands on his thighs.
"That's it. I cannot function to my full potential on my wedding night if you insist on laughing at me."
Elizabeth rolls toward him, smiling at his petulant frown. "It's not you, honey."
He glowers at her. "The girls again?" He waves a hand around. "I understand they did all this for us. Do you really think they did it to get you all distracted from having a lot of hot monkey sex with your new husband?"
Elizabeth sits up and drapes her arms over his shoulders. She can feel her dress is opened at the back, enough so that it slips down her arms a little. She kisses him lightly on that beautiful pout then softly recites Teyla's words of wisdom in their native form of Ancient.
Jonathan's eyes close and a low rumble comes from his chest. "That's amazing."
"You don't even know what I said."
His eyes snap open and he grins at her. "I don't give a damn what you said… you sound hot! Say something else."
She recites Angie and Laura's little limerick in Ancient and Jon groans before pulling her flush to his body and taking her mouth with his. He guides her with his hand in her hair. Then she's back on the pillows and he's on top of her, grinding his hips against her lace panties. Her drenched lace panties. God she wants him so bad!
His hands are on her again, pushing the dress up and up until he breaks the kiss long enough to get it over her head. Then her breasts are bared to him and he's ravenous with them.
Elizabeth opens her legs and wraps them around his, pulling him tight against her overheated core. "Get inside me now!"
Jonathan looks at his watch. Son-of-a-bitch, he actually looks at his watch then grins down at her wickedly. "Too soon."
She growls. "This is payback isn't it!"
Jon licks his lips before taking a nipple between them and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He releases it, smirking at her. "Ain't it a bitch?" Then he takes the opposite nipple and tortures her some more.
Well, then so am I. She reaches between them and starts in on his shirt. It's her turn to fumble with the buttons so she simply pulls, letting them pop off. Jonathan grinds his hips into her again, and her brain goes a little fuzzy. There's a whimper she's sure came from her. With a little help from him, she gets the shirt off then goes after his T-shirt. If he's intent on driving her insane with need, he's got another thing coming...
The T-shirt's gone and Elizabeth dances her hands over his gorgeous chest, each one finding a taught nipple of their own to tease. Jonathan gasps against her breast. Then he's moving up her body to claim her mouth again.
"You're still over-dressed," she sighs.
Finally he agrees and sits up enough to undo his belt and pants. He whips the belt free, snaps the button, making a grand show of revealing himself for her. He tugs on the zipper and stops. Elizabeth's eyes catch his and there's tension in his face. Annoyance and frustration. "Jonathan?"
His mouth sets in a tight line. His fingers still gripping the zipper. He tugs hard, but nothing happens. His eyes narrow on her. "Don't you dare laugh."
Elizabeth bites her bottom lip and shakes her head to keep from giggling. "What's wrong," she asks, though it's obvious at this point.
"God or the Ancients or someone up there hates me… that's what's wrong!" Suddenly he's on his feet, stomping over to the desk against the far wall, pulling open drawers hard enough to do some damage.
"What are you doing?"
"Where the hell do you keep your scissors?"
"Bottom left."
Jon pulls the rather large shears from the drawer and starts cutting his tuxedo pants. Elizabeth raises a finger that catches his gaze and he stops. "What?"
"You better be mighty careful with those, Major. I went to a lot of trouble to get that part of you legal and binding and I'm not about to lose it because your impatient."
With a swift riiip Jonathan rends the pants apart and lets them drop. His erection is trapped under boxer shorts, but it's already impressive. Always has been. Tossing the shears back into the drawer, he uses both hands to motion to his arousal. "So this is what you married me for, huh?"
"Well, that and your gorgeous pecks and washboard abs. I'm not really an ass woman." She shrugs. "Sorry."
Jonathan glides back over and kneels at her side. "I'm not much of an ass man. I only married you for your hot language skills and great rack."
Elizabeth cups both her breasts and smiles at him. "This great rack?"
With another growl, Jonathan lunges and he's on top of her again, cupping and squeezing her breasts as he plunders her mouth. He settles between her legs again, grinding into her more than before and she whimpers with want. He kisses his way down her body, reaching the panties with his mouth this time and pulling them down her legs with his teeth. Elizabeth shudders, nearly coming just from that.
He parts her legs, draping them over his shoulders and devours her with his mouth. His fingers work inside her as he suckles on her clit, bringing her so close… so damn close! Then he stops.
"Jonathan!" she howls in frustration.
When he slides up her body again, his boxers are gone and he rubs his hard length against her. Elizabeth sucks in a harsh breath. "I'm begging you."
He kisses her cheek, her throat then moves over to nibble her ear. "Begging me?"
Elizabeth grabs him by the hair and pulls him back so she can see his beautiful eyes. "If you don't fuck me now, I'm going to get violent."
"Really?" there's humor in his eyes. "Violent, huh?" He smirks. "That could be interesting… later." He reaches between them and guides himself to her. "Good thing it's midnight," he says softly before entering her with a swift thrust making them both cry out.
Jonathan bombards her with his power. It only takes three powerful thrusts to make her climax, but he's holding back, working in her again and again, harder than ever before. He wraps his arms under her, gripping her shoulders from underneath and pulling her down as he pounds upward. He's so deep, so full, Elizabeth sobs from the intensity. She's missed him for so long. She can't get enough of him.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she digs her heels into his thighs, pushing him to go faster. Oh God, he feels so good! "Yes, baby, yes-yes-yes!" The second orgasm rips through her like lightning, zapping all her strength, even her voice is gone.
Jonathan comes a moment later as she clutches him tight within her. He collapses on top of her, his face turned into her neck where she feels a lingering kiss. "You're so beautiful," he says drowsily.
He rolls over, pulling her with him so that she's draped over his side. Elizabeth nuzzles his neck as she caresses his damp chest. "Don't ever stop loving me, Jon. Promise me."
He opens his eyes and she sees so much emotion in them it makes a sob catch in her throat. "I've already loved you for an eternity, Elizabeth. I'm not going to stop now." He kisses her forehead. "That's a promise."
Elizabeth smiles as she rests her cheek on his chest. Before closing her eyes, she catches a glimpse of the 'words of wisdom' from her friends and she smiles as she re-reads them:
With a union of souls
Through the passage of time
A ring of love will surround us
I am yours, you are mine.
As you now fill my vessel of love,
I pray to the Ancestors above
That your mighty staff fill me with
Pleasure and joy.
And in 9 months time
I hope it's a girl and a boy.
As Elizabeth's body buzzes with pleasure and Jonathan's seed still inside her, she clings to him, pondering the possibility of that last line. She smiles as blissful sleep claims her.
a/n: Special Thanks to MiraDex on LJ for Teyla's lovely 'words of wisdom' and Angie & Laura's tacky limerick! hugs