Wow, it's been a couple of months since I last posted a chapter for this fic, but finally I have time, so here are 2 new chapters in one go...
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The sky was bright high above Teyla and she blinked slowly and leisurely allowing her eyes to slid shut. The air was fresh and salty as she drew it in, tasting the seaweed that grew along the edges of the city on her tongue. The afternoon was slowly drawing to a close and there were darker clouds approaching, but for now the light was bright, the sky clear above them and she closed her eyes, simply feeling the warmth on her skin.
There were no birds on this world, or at least there weren't this far across the ocean, in fact no wildlife at tall above the water level, which meant there was nothing to hear except the sound of the water crashing against the sides of the pier, the constant breeze dancing over her skin which held the promise of future rain, and the sound of their breathing.
It was beautifully calming and she wondered why she had never done this before. The balconies set across the city offered a beautiful view and provided a sheltered place from which to enjoy the sea air, but that was not the same as lying out here on the pier, the air around her and the simple act of relaxing under the sun was incomparable.
John obviously felt the same considering the silence they had been both been enjoying for some time. She turned her attention to his breathing beneath her head; it was steady and deep indicating his mutual relaxation. She lay at a right angle to his body, her head propped up on his chest, and had lain like this for some time now. She did not bother to look at her watch, it did not matter how long they had been resting out here on the blankets. They would go in when they pleased. John had returned to light duties yesterday, but before that they had begun to take a daily walk along the pier to help him recover and to also provide them with time alone. It was a little ritual that they had continued since he had returned to work. At the end of the shift when both of them were free they headed out to their favourite pier to walk together and once far enough from the windows of the city John would slip his hand around hers and they simply walked together. Yesterday they had found this isolated space near the end of the pier that was a perfect sun catching spot at this time of day. So today john had brought a couple of blankets along with him today which they had laid them out on the hard metallic ground and they had lain down to enjoy the sun.
He stirred slightly beneath her, his in breath loud.
"This is how to spend the end of a shift." He muttered sleepily his voice echoing through his chest beneath her.
She smiled and closed her eyes again. "Indeed." She offered with a contented sigh.
His hand stirred where it had been resting gently against her head, and his fingers began to slowly stroke through her hair, the touch lazy and enjoyable. She sighed again at the affectionate touch from him. Time glided along at its own pace until the light over Teyla's eyelids darkened slightly and she opened them up to see that the rain clouds were closer, almost over head now. It was time to go inside.
Grudgingly she turned onto her side, now facing up towards John's relaxed face. His fingers continued their leisurely combing of her hair as his eyes opened at her movement and he looked down at her. She settled her cheek against his chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin through the thin t-shirt he wore. Muscles slid under his flesh as he breathed in and as he turned slightly to better look at her. She laid one hand on his chest by her cheek and caressed him lightly. She didn't want to end this peaceful time with just the two of them. She didn't doubt that he would want to spend the rest of the afternoon with her, but out here she could pretend that there was no city to protect, no possible impending crisis and no one to hide their new relationship from.
She hated hiding it from their friends, especially Ronon and Rodney, but this was still a very new change for them and they both agreed that for now this was a private matter. She had only been sharing kisses with John for a few days, but when added to their long standing friendship and admiration, it felt like longer. Though they had not taken that last step towards intimacy in making love, she felt no hurry. She was thoroughly enjoying getting to know this new side to John. A side which loved to touch, to sit cuddling up with her, his eyes sparkling with their usual mischief, but now with a deepness of emotion and vulnerability that she felt moved to see. And she enjoyed being able to share more of herself with him. With his injuries from earlier in the week which had lead to him being off duty for three days they had spent more time together than ever before. She had spent three days in his quarters, watching movies with him, sharing stories, asking each other questions and generally opening those doors of closeness that were closed to anyone but the most intimate. And of course there had been all the kissing. Teyla felt her skin flush again at the memories of his slow claiming kisses.
Her eyes trailed down his face now to his lips. She knew the softness of them now, the demand and the need of them. The pleasure they could bring and the soft words of admiration he had uttered to her over these past days. He smiled at her, perhaps seeing some of her thoughts in her expression. His caressing touch of her hair shifted to stroke over her head, from her forehead down to her neck in a long sweeping movement that had her closing her eyes at the pleasurable sensation of it. In return she stroked her palm over his chest some more, feeling out the lines of muscle and the texture of the light smattering of hair under his shirt. Very few men had body hair on Athos, but she found the amount of hair she had seen over John's chest very attractive. She longed to rest her cheek against his bare chest and to run her hands through that hair to the resilient skin and muscle beneath. She opened her eyes again and looked up at him, wondering if her own prowling libido was clear to him, but his eyes were upturned. She followed his gaze and saw that the thick heavy dark clouds were almost directly above them now and that the sun was almost entirely hidden.
"Think it's time to move." John said as he looked back down at her.
"Okay." She agreed, but made no move to get up off his chest, as she was still unwilling to draw herself away from his warmth and the physical allure of his strong masculine body.
"You're gonna have to move first, you know." He laughed lightly.
"I know." She replied. He smiled at her again and trailed his other hand over her shoulder and along her upturned side. The touch was lingering and not at all helpful in encouraging her to move. So, she forced herself to sit up and away from him, and missed his warmth immediately, and especially as she hadn't realised how the air had cooled.
John sat up next to her, very close and she saw the hunger in his eyes for a moment as his gaze lingered up from her exposed cleavage. She waited till he was looking back into her eyes, and he looked sheepish for a moment at having been caught leering so obviously. She leant in a pressed her lips to his and he responded with equal pressure.
A drip of water dropped onto her shoulder distracting her and then another chilled drip slid over her cheek startling her back from the kiss. She and John parted and looked up to see that the rain had begun to fall.
"Let's get going." John said hurriedly as he jumped up alongside her and he quickly pulled up the blankets and they dashed back towards the city.
The rain fell around them in large heavy droplets that deposited the cool water on them quickly and efficiently as they hurried between the shelter of the buildings back towards the main part of the city. In no time Teyla was feeling rather drenched and a glance at John showed he was as equally as soaked, the thin cotton t-shirt clung to his shoulders and back drawing her eye. Wow, she was really feeling the lure of him today, his physical presence like a dose of energy and need.
They made their way along the pier until they reached an overhang of the last building before the base of the tower they needed to reach. There was a large open space that they would have to run through to get to the door. She wiped the water from her face, and pushed back her damp hair as she looked up at John.
"You realise this is your fault for not getting up." John teased her, as he looked back at her from the open space before them. She punched him lightly in the arm. "We could wait it out and then dash across?" He suggested with a doubtful tone.
"I think we can make it." She said back with amusement.
His eyes turned serious for a moment. "People might wonder why we were out in the rain."
She smiled ruefully. "We went for a walk. What is the harm in that?"
"And didn't notice the massive approaching rain clouds?" He said back, having to shout a little over the heavy rainfall outside their shelter.
She realised she didn't really care all that much if anyone saw them, but John seemed to worry over it more than was necessary. "We could use the transporter near the bio labs to get to the living quarters area, then we would be less likely to be seen." She offered.
He considered it for a while and he turned back to the open space between them and the door. She took the opportunity to watch a selection of droplets that were sliding down his throat. The rain made the air fresher, but closer, and she swore she could smell him through the space between them. He turned back to her and she snapped her eyes up from his throat.
"Okay. Let's run for it. But, if anyone sees us it's all your fault. We were training outside and you didn't end the class early enough." She decided not to point out that they didn't have their bantos rods with them and that she wasn't dressed for sparring.
But she nodded as he reached out, squeezed her hand and then pulled her with him as he headed out into the pelting rain. They made it to the door in good time, but they were completely saturated by that time. Laughing they dashed through the door and into the dry warmth of the corridor. John didn't drop her hand she noticed which was unusual, but she went with it as he led the way along the outer corridors towards the bio labs. They reached the transporter and headed in quickly.
"Remember, we were training." He said with a smile as he finally dropped her hand and wiped his hands over his face and through his hair. Teyla pressed the transporter screen requesting where they wished to go and after a brief a flash of light and a tingling sensation the door slid open. John peered out like a child avoiding his parents. Teyla tried not to laugh, but followed his lead. Judging by the watery footmarks they had left she doubted anyone wouldn't notice someone had been caught outside in the rain. John led her out of the transporter and together they headed at a quick step towards their quarters. They reached hers and she activated the doors quickly and stepped inside and turned back to John.
"You want to go have dinner?" He asked, suddenly no longer in a rush to get back to his quarters.
"Yes. I will change and meet you at your quarters?" She suggested.
"Okay." He replied and almost leant in to kiss her before he remembered he was in the corridor. "See you in five." And then he was gone sneaking back down the corridor towards his room.
Teyla quickly stripped the wet clothes from her body and headed for the washroom. Five minutes later and she was fresh and clean and dry. She chose a pretty top which tied up at the back, but then paused wondering if it would be too obvious to wear something like that in the Mess Hall. It was obviously 'dating clothes' as John had referring to some of the new outfits she had been wearing during their new time together. After a few moments thought she decided to wear the top, but she pulled on a tailored jacket over it that she could wear in company. Happy she no longer looked like she had just been caught out in the rain, she exited her quarters and walked down to John's door and activated the chimes.
The doors opened before her, but no one was on the other side. She stepped in cautiously. "John?"
"Hey, Teyla, I'll be out in a minute." John called from his bathroom. She realised he had opened the doors using his gene and not for the first time she wondered what it must be like to have that kind of power in this city. She wandered over to his bedside and looked up at the black and white poster of Johnny Cash. It was a sad image and though she admired the picture's composition, she didn't like the isolated quality to the image.
"Would you believe Rodney came to see me? I told him I went out for a walk as part of my recuperation and got caught out in the rain." John called out from the bathroom.
She smiled in response as she pulled her jacket off and draped it over the back of his chair, wanting John to see the 'dating' top she had chosen. "How typical that it would that you would walk into Rodney of all people." She heard him chuckle and mutter something about Rodney and timing.
"I just need to put on some dry clothes and then I'm ready to go." John said from the bathroom, but his voice growing louder as he stepped into the room. Teyla looked round to see he was dressed in only a white towel wrapped round his waist. He headed over to his chest of drawers and began to pull out various items of clothing. She was aware he was talking, but the sight of him, still slightly damp from his shower, made it difficult to concentrate on his words when so much of him was on display. She had massaged oil into his back and arm several times this week, but now he was healed she found she desperately wanted any excuse to touch him again, and the desire had nothing to do with healing.
"Teyla?" He asked. She looked up surprised and embarrassed at having been caught ogling him.
"I am sorry, what did you say?" She asked.
He gave her a strange little smile as he turned and put down the socks and shirt that had been in his hand and then he stepped towards her. He came in closer to her, very close, his bare body barely inches from hers and he looked down at her with dark almost black eyes. The look was new from him, a hooded possessive look that told her he had understood what her studying of him had meant. She felt lost in those dark eyes, seeing only a slither of green around them. He might have said something else then she wasn't sure, but then his fingers stroked through her hair and circled around the back of her neck and his mouth descended towards hers.
The kiss was new, very new and it made her instantly boiling hot and her body tingled. She pressed herself up against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much fervour as he was kissing her. He re-angled his head and his tongue penetrated deeper into her mouth. She whimpered in response and slid her hands over his shoulders, glorying in the feel of his skin under her touch. She was aware that she was rushing ahead, uncontrolled, but she couldn't care right now. All she could feel was the heat of his body, the swirling touch of his tongue against hers and his hands sliding down her back to cup her backside.
He pulled her up against him fully and she felt the hard edge of his manhood through the towel. She pressed back even closer, making it clear that she wanted nothing else except him and to fill the growing desperate need inside to find pleasure with this man. He groaned in the back of his throat and his hands squeezed her once again and then he was pushing her backwards and down onto the bed behind her. She relaxed her body enough that he could lower her to the sheets, trusting in him completely and then he was lying down over her, pressing her into the mattress. His weight was perfect over her and his lips moved from hers and began to kiss down her throat.
She ran her hands down his back, watched them as she explored the lines and angles of his back and lost herself in the feel of his mouth sucking on her throat. Arching up in pleasure she closed her eyes and gasped. She was so close she could barely believe it. He was pulling at her clothes then, desperate as she to feel more. He reached down under her back, and she arched up to give him space to undo her top's ties. Her breasts pressed against the hard plane of his chest as she moved, drawing out more sensations which made the deep emptiness between her legs all the more intense.
Her top came loose and then was gone from her. She had a moment to realise she was bared to him before his mouth touched down over her, exploring the swell of her breasts and then encircling a nipple. She dug her nails into his back at that, pulling him closer and conveying her need.
"John." She gasped.
He kissed his way over to her other nipple, but his hands continued to slid down her body, and pulled at the belt at her waist. She wriggled free of the material as he pulled and pushed them away. She kicked off her shoes and he sat back to free her completely of her clothes. Then he was laying down over her again, his mouth back down between her breasts, following the valley down to her navel. She arched and wriggled under his touch; his mouth on her belly and his hands sliding up her legs. Then all of that touch gathered together between her legs and her world spun out of control.
She knew she was panting, grinding against him and clasping his hair as he kissed her intimately and his fingers slid into that emptiness, but it still wasn't enough. There was only one thing she wanted and she demanded it of him now with her body. He heard her, but she couldn't tell you if it was because she had asked him out loud, or if he just understood. His lips tasted her belly again and he worked his way back up her body.
"Top drawer." He whispered to her. She understood him enough to turn her head to his bedside table. She flung out an arm and pulled open the top drawer and blindly felt inside for the foil packet she knew he needed. Somehow she found one and as John settled up over her once again she handed it to him. He took it absently and leant down to kiss her lips. She clasped him to her, wrapped her legs around his hips and slid her tongue between his lips. He met her with equal passion. His hands left her body and she felt the cotton towel slip from his waist and she relaxed her legs around him so he could throw the towel aside and pull on the protection they needed.
She didn't think she helped all that much as she caressed his back and hips, kissed him deeply and rubbed her breasts against his chest. His hands finally became free and slid up her sides, one hand pulled up her right leg and his hand slid between them, guiding their joining. Then he was pushing into her, the sensation full and overwhelming. She broke the kiss closing her eyes and turning her face to pant out with the immensity of the fullness.
"Teyla." He uttered from above her. "Look at me." She opened her eyes and looked up at him and he pushed deeply and completely into her. The intimacy of their joined bodies and eye contact brought her orgasm bursting forth. She threw back her head and cried out, her hands clawing at his back. He held still over her as she arched and flexed under his strength.
The blinding pleasure eventually faded enough for her to once again become aware of her surroundings and she blinked up at him before he leant down to kiss her again. She murmured in pleasure, reaching up and trailing her hands through is hair, down his neck to his tensely held body. He had held himself perfectly still throughout her release, but now he moved; sliding out of her almost entirely and then right back inside her. She whimpered and gazed up at him. His eyes were even darker than before and his body quivered over hers as he thrust in once again.
"Yes." She gasped. "Please, John."
He kept up his sensual assault on her body, providing her with the fullness she had craved and then sliding away, but always returning. She moved restlessly under him, raking her hands over him, feeling the twisting changing shape of his body as he moved to please her.
"More." She begged.
He moved somehow deeper still, rocking her backwards in the bed, the headboard impacting on the wall behind them. She didn't pay it any mind, as she pulled her legs up further encircling him completely and drawing him ever deeper. He gasped and dropped his head down to her throat and sped up his movements. She reached down again and caught a hold of his backside with both hands, tightly pulled him into her, glorying in the feel of the toned working muscles. He groaned and rocked her even more, and began to whisper to her, telling her how wonderful she felt inside, how much he wanted her, and how long he had wanted her and only her. She wriggled again, as she met each thrust and clawed up his back as her pleasure began to reach a peek again.
She was moaning loudly now, intermingled with his name and gasping for breath. He shifted and rocked his pubic bone against hers when he drove into her. She pressed herself tighter to him, tucking her cheek into the side of his throat as her next release hit her. As it did he sped up even more, slid his arms under and around her, and he thrust one last time hard and heavy and his body tensed, his upper back lifting up from hers as his orgasm hit him. She stayed tightly pressed to his body as they held each other through it. He slid into her several more times as he emptied himself and she finally felt completely full, a deep warmth spreading out through her belly, up and out to her limbs.
His weight began to fall more over her and she welcomed it, wrapping herself around him, cradling him in her arms and between her legs. He finally relaxed completely, his energy spent and with a heavy gasp he completely relaxed down against hers his face tucked into her throat. She was still panting herself and his back rose and fell quickly under her wandering calming touch.
Affection and love burst through her, and she wrapped her legs even tighter around him, and slid a hand up into his hair. A tear spilled from the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek. Her body felt so good, as did his weight over her.
Time passed, through which she drifted lazily sleepily, her hands idly caressing John's back and through his hair. He had angled his head for her where it rested against her, obviously enjoying her attention. Eventually he shifted, coming up onto his elbow over her, and in his eyes she saw the pleasure and satisfaction. He kissed her then, a slow kiss as satisfied as both of them felt. He then shifted back off her rolling onto his side. She let him roll away, but instantly missed his weight and warmth, so she turned onto her side opposite him and waited as he disposed of the protection. He settled down beside her and they simply looked at each other for a while, hands stroking over each other's shoulder and side. She was pretty sure she had the same wide eyed contented look that he wore. She had never seen him so utterly relaxed and happily silent.
"You okay?" He asked eventually.
She thought it went without saying, but replied anyway. "I am very good."
He reached up and stroked some strands of her hair from her face and cheek. "So am I." He replied his voice deep and open. She leant forward and kissed him briefly, nuzzled against his cheek and then pulled back again. But, missed him again so she snuggled back towards him, tucking herself up against him. His arm came around her, and he began to leisurely stroke down her back.
"I thought all men fell asleep after making love." She commented with a smile.
He chuckled against her. "I might have dozed a bit, but why would I want to sleep whilst the most gorgeous woman in two galaxies is in my bed?"
She had to smile at the exaggerated compliment, but then considered that she considered him to be the most handsome man she had ever met, so like her, yet so opposite. In that moment she realised she really was in love with John. In truth the knowledge wasn't a complete surprise, but now things had progressed to a point where she couldn't deny it to herself any more.
She lay back slightly from him, so she could look up into his eyes. "Does this mean you like me?" She teased him.
He smiled big, his eyes sparkling as he attempted to look thoughtful. "Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Maybe." His hand stroked down her side, past the swell of her breast, over her waist and up over her hip. He watched his hand as it slid down over her behind and then he looked up at her, his eyes dark again. "Maybe, I like every single part of you." He leant in as he spoke and kissed her.
His kiss suggested that sleep was the furthest thing from his mind, and Teyla felt her body warming again so soon. He pulled back from her and she watched as he licked his lips. "So do you like me?" He asked drawing her attention back to the conversation.
She pretended to think about the question as he had done. "What is it that Rodney says? I may have to do some further research."
He smiled again. "What kind of research would that be?"
She pressed in against him, pushing against his shoulder. He laid onto his back for her and she slid herself over him, seeking his kiss again. "The thorough kind."
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TBC