Teyla began by reaching for his worn t-shirt, lifting the bottom hem, but did not get very far. The short hair that formed a trail from his navel to his lower abdominals was fuzzy under her fingertips and distracted her. She had only ever caught rare glimpses of him with his shirt off, and she began running her hands over and over his belly, enjoying the feel of hair over his lean muscles.
"Watcha doing?" John inquired with the lift of one eyebrow, but in the half-light she could see that he was smiling at her fascination with his "happy trail."
"I simply like it. I have always thought it is..." she searched for the right word, but she was not sure how he would feel about the truthful one. "I think it is cute." She looked up at him to gauge his response, and saw him tilt his head back to grin. His hands tightened around her hips, pulling her closer and pressing her against the bulge in his pants.
" 'Cute'? I don't think I'll ever understand women, but if you think it's cute, then far be it from me to object," he grinned down at her.
"Good." She smiled at him and regained her focus, lifting his t-shirt over his head. He raised his arms in the air to help her, and now she reciprocated his earlier movements—running her hands down the insides of his arms, reveling in the feel of skin over toned muscle. She reached his chest and removed his dog tags, dropping them inside one of his boots on the ground. Running her hands through the hair at his chest, she became distracted again by the feel of it and sighed with pleasure.
"And is that cute, too?" She heard him tease her in a low voice.
"No, this is manly." She smiled up at him, her hands encircling and caressing his pectoral muscles. She saw the smugly satisfied look on his face, and shifted her hands again to his biceps, which had earlier stirred her so deeply. She felt him flex them again and she looked up at him, laughing aloud at his obvious pride in them.
"What?" he protested with a defensive air. "You seemed to like them pretty well earlier," he insisted.
"I do like them. I am fascinated by the contrast between your body and my own," she said, surprised by the arousal that flooded through her again when this time he flexed his arms to lift her entire body so she sat on the cot in front of him, her feet dangling.
"Tell me more about 'fascinated,' " he breathed in her ear, his chest grazing her naked breasts as he leaned in close.
"You are so solid and muscled. And I know that I am capable of defending myself against almost anyone in a fair fight, but your body is harder and more angled than mine." She spoke in a low voice, but her hands were busy while she unbuttoned his waistband, allowing his shorts to drop to the ground and running her hands up the back of his thighs. "And you have muscles where I have only curves." John closed his eyes tightly, and she could tell that her soft voice, letting him know just where and why he attracted her, aroused him intensely. She slid her hands around to his lower back, under the waistband of his boxers, her nails just barely grazing his backside as she pushed his underwear to the floor.
And now he too was totally naked. Teyla looked up at him from her sitting position on the edge of the cot; John still standing between her slightly spread legs, his hands on her naked hips. "John, you make me melt with yearning for you. You always have," she whispered in a voice so low he had to bring his ear to her mouth to catch the words. Teyla's strategy worked, because she could now pull the ear lobe that was so close into her waiting mouth and lick along the edge of his ear, tasting the salt of his skin and inhaling the hunger of his desire. She could also feel the brush of his straining erection against the inside of her thigh and it made her crave more than just this hint of his manhood.
Totally, utterly whipped, he thought. John realized that Teyla's slow seduction had left him trembling with arousal and completely at her mercy. Not that he minded. For too long, his days had been peppered with starved, desperately controlled fantasies of Teyla; his nights had been filled with scorching, spiced dreams of her, but his imagination had never included such an enthusiastic response from her, or the freedom he now felt to make love to her as he'd always wanted. But the idea of freedom brought him up sharply with one thought.
"Teyla, what about... protection?" He realized it was a question he should have asked much earlier and he leaned back with worry on his face.
Teyla smiled at his concern. "Dr. Beckett gave me what he called an IUD several months ago. All of the women on the base are given them. And you and I both get checked in the infirmary frequently enough that I think we will be fine," she said, and he seemed reassured.
They reached for each other, Teyla's arms around his solid shoulders, his hands spanning her narrow ribs, and kissed each other with the passion they'd never dared. Their kiss was ripe and melting, full of hunger and sweetness and the quenching of a need repressed for too long. He slid his mouth from her lips and down her throat, down to her breast where he pulled her velvety nipple into his mouth, making her gasp. She slid her bottom inches forward onto the very edge of the cot, wordlessly begging him to fill her need, to push his heavy erection into her waiting desire. His breath caught audibly as the tip of his arousal came into contact with the moisture of her opening, and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, fighting for control. He wanted her so much, and her softness and wetness and silkiness and desire made him want to consume her in seconds. But he wanted this to last for more than a few moments so she could enjoy it too, so he gulped in a breath of night air, tilted his head back, and steadied himself for a moment. Finally he lowered his face, pressed his mouth into hers, gently biting her lips, savoring the hot sensation of them, and pushed himself deeply inside her.
John pressed past her quivering thighs, between her burning folds, toward her waiting opening, finally to the moment of pure joining, when their bodies pressed as tightly as they could, and they joined as one. His arms lowered to encircle her waist, her hands slid to his backside. She turned her face and laid her cheek against his chest, and they moved together as famished lovers, whispering words of affection and arousal and longing to each other, saying all the words of craving and desire they'd held in for so long. Her lower legs came up around his waist as he stood in front of her, and she pulled him farther into her than he thought possible, and she clung to him, whispering his name and murmuring with urgency her need for his touch, for his possession of her. He moved inside her, thrusting against her, willing her to release, holding back nothing from her. He tucked her head, still pressed against his chest, under his chin and rested it against her soft hair. His hands roamed her body, reveling in the soft feel of her arms, running them down her back and sides, massaging her buttocks, sliding his hands up and down her thighs. She too ran her hands across his body, taking in the leanness of him, the toned muscle and tensed longing, squeezing his upper arms and reaching up to grasp his strong neck, begging him to let go for her, to release his tightly coiled hunger. They both felt the moment the scorching joining turned to a seething, almost unbearable ache, and they thrust themselves against each other, gasping to each other and willing the other to fulfillment. Their climax broke together, and they moved in harmony, grinding and arching against each other, desperate to fulfill, to satisfy, to burn out their hunger together. They clutched each other and cried out their satisfaction together, the side of John's rough jaw pressed to the smooth curve of Teyla's cheek, panting in each others' ears until the ripples of pleasure ebbed, and their bodies cooled and they were left clinging together as fully satiated lovers.
Teyla sat a moment, resting her cheek against John's, breathing heavily and feeling his rapid heartbeat beat through his chest into hers. Eventually he reached down and pulled her legs over the side of the bed and swung onto the mattress next to her, both of them lying on their side, arms around each other. She was dimly aware of him caressing her hair, running his hand up and down her arm, the movements becoming slower and more languid as they both drifted into sleep.
She didn't know how much later she awoke to the jingle of dog tags, but she saw John sitting in the semi-darkness on the edge of the bed in just his shorts, pulling on his boots. She reached over to lay her hand on his thigh to let him know she was awake.
"I thought I'd head over to my room and get cleaned up before sunrise. We slept for a long time," he said in a low voice, reaching down to kiss her on the cheekbone. He then slid his lips across to her mouth for a sleepy, full-lipped kiss and she could sense his hesitation as he bent over her. He seemed torn, then finally straightened with resolve and a slight grin and whispered, "I'll see you at breakfast."
"I will see you then." Teyla gave him smile and a sleepy laugh—she could tell he wanted to stay, even though there wasn't enough time for what he wanted before they were summoned for the work day. She squeezed his thigh where her hand still rested as he stood from the bed and watched as he walked away pulling on his t-shirt, and her eyes slowly drooped closed as she waited for the sunrise call signaling the beginning of the work day.
