Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once: I don't own any of the characters and I'm not making money off of doing this. This is simply for fun.
John and Ronon are jogging around the city when John calls out and tells Ronon that he needs to rest for a bit. Sitting on the floor against a wall, John motions for Ronon to take a seat next to him. When Ronon flops down and joins him John says "So, tell me, what the hell is going on with you?"
"What?" Ronon asks in frustration.
"What the fuck is going on with you?" John repeats more harshly. "You've been lazy and careless. Teyla is worried about you. And sooner or later you're gonna jeopardize our missions."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Ronon growls out, getting up to leave.
John pulls him back down and surprisingly triumphs at this. "See! You didn't even resist! Now tell me, or you'll have to sit out the upcoming missions."
"Until when?"
"Until you tell me what is the matter with you."
"Fine." Ronon says, finally getting up and walking away.
"Fine? That's it? Just fine?" John asks incredulously. "It's about a woman isn't it?"
That last question/statement stops Ronon in his tracks.
"How long have we known each other, Ronon?" John asks.
"Five, maybe six years."
"Yeah. And in those years, how many times have I pushed you to tell me about yourself?" when Ronon doesn't answer, John goes ahead and says "None. I've asked, but never repeated when I'd see that you didn't want to talk about it. But this time, buddy, this time I'm gonna have to ask again. I've never seen you like this."
"If this is about a girl, then tell me." John asks. "I may not give you the best advice, I might not even give you one at all, but at least just tell me. Maybe you'll feel better."
"I doubt it." Ronon says, not turning around, scratching his head and walking to the railings.
"No chance of ever fixing this thing with this mystery girl?" John asks, pushing himself up from the floor and moving to stand beside Ronon.
"She doesn't even live here in Atlantis."
"So she lives offworld then?" John asks.
"She's not even from this galaxy." Ronon says. John frowns in confusion. "She's from earth." Ronon says, turning around to lean against the balcony.
"How…?" John starts asks. "I doubt if she's someone you met at the SGC. The three times you've been there weren't enough to…"
"I met her here."
"Oh. Do I know her?" John asks. "One of the marines who've been relieved of duty?"
"No. But you might have met her. Actually I'm pretty sure you've met her." He tells him.
"Then who?"
"I don't know her name."
"What?!" John asks.
"We never got around to exchanging names." Ronon explains.
"How can you not have exchanged names? She was working here, at least for a few years."
"I never aid she worked here."
"Now I'm confused."
"She was only visiting."
John looks thoughtful. He tries to remember who visited the past couple of months, but Ronon tells him before he can form a thought. "IOA."
"Sorry, I thought I just heard you say IOA." John tells him.
"That's right. IOA."
John stifles a laugh. "Sorry." But a snort escapes him. "Is that why you didn't tell me?"
"A little bit." Ronon admits sheepishly.
John thinks back to the visiting IOA. Aside form Richard Woolsey, the other members were like a blur. They poked around, but weren't memorable enough for their names to stick. There were two women. "What did she look like?"
"Short." Ronon says.
"That doesn't help."
"Light colored hair." He answers.
"Like Samantha?" John asks.
"Not that light. And her hair was maybe this long," Gesturing below his shoulders. "and she was this high." Lifting his hand to about 5'-5" above the ground.
"Pretty?"
"Well, yeah." Ronon says uncomfortably.
John mistakes it for embarrassment. Thinking that Ronon might not really think she's pretty in the general sense. He does remember one of the IOA members matching that description. Although she looked a bit older than him. Maybe that's his type. He doesn't mention this to Ronon. "You know, I think I know who you're talking about."
"Yeah?" Ronon asks hopefully.
Pushing away from the railings, he slaps Ronon on the shoulder and walks towards the doors. "Yeah. See, you should've told me about this when she left." And then turning to look at Ronon he says, "That's why you've been weird, isn't it? Because she left and you don't even know anything about her." Ronon nods. And John shakes his head. "Like I said, you should've told me sooner."
"What are you going to do?" Ronon asks.
"We are going to look for your mystery girl."
Ronon smiles at that and follows him through the doors.
X
"Look at you!" Laura exclaims as she enters the office. "CMO!"
"It's weird huh?" Jennifer says gesturing around her.
"No. I think it suits you." Laura tells her.
"You think so?" Jennifer asks, unsure.
"Absolutely. And besides, I just love the fact that you've actually balanced the scales." Laura says as she sits down on the chair placed alongside Jennifer's desk.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning we have another woman for a leader."
"A bit of a feminist, are we?"
"Not so much." Laura replies, picking up a snowglobe and peering into it. "Just liking the idea." Putting the snow globe back onto it's place she says "So you missed movie night."
"John did tell me about it." Jennifer tells her. "I wanted to go, but I just needed a little bit of time to myself. Being in such close quarters with so many people is a bit overwhelming."
"I know what you mean." Laura tells her. "I felt that way when I first came here, too. And so did everyone else. That's why Dr. Weir had allowed us to turn that one area there into a bar." She explains. "And not to mention the mandatory days off."
Jennifer sighs. "So what did I miss last night?"
"Well, you know Lorne, right?"
"Evan, yes." Jennifer answers.
"He brought Dr. Vega last night." Laura tells her with a giggle.
"Who?"
"Alicia Vega." Laura answers. "She's a scientist."
"I think I remember her from the files. Pretty. Dark Hair." Jennifer describes her.
"That's her." Laura says. "And Lorne is smitten."
"Really?"
"Yup!" Laura says excitedly. "Apparently he's been trying to ask her out for more than four months now."
"And this was the first time? Wow, I would never have pegged him for that sort." Jennifer says.
"Neither did I." And then Laura adds "And there was the regular banter. Too bad, you weren't there, you would've met Ronon. And in such close proximity." Laura sighs.
"What is so special about this 'Ronon'?" Jennifer asks, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Oh, honey, you'd never ask that if you saw him last night." Laura suddenly looks thoughtful. "Although, maybe he's not your type." Shaking her head she says "What the hell am I talking about?! He's every woman's type!"
"I thought you and Carson…"
"Carson and I are doing very well, thank you. In fact we're doing splendid. But that doesn't mean I can't look. Or drool."
"What does he look like anyway?" Jennifer asks.
"Tall, model-like… hmm, and the hair, holy shit, it's like if I were any other girl and not with Carson, and I was…" Not finishing the sentence, she rephrases "let's just say that I can grab on and ride him…"
"Okay! Okay! I get the picture." Jennifer asks, covering her ears. "Whatelse? Any tamer physical attributes."
"Oh honey, Ronon?! Ha!" Laura exclaims. Shaking her head she adds "You know what, I don't want to spoil the surprise. You'll just have to see for yourself."
Just then Marie pops in her head and says "Dr. Keller, everyone is here, I can introduce you to all of them now."
"And I believe that's my cue to leave." Laura says to her. With a wink and a wave she says "See you later!"
Waving at her, Jennifer replies "See ya."
X
"You were right." John says as he walks in Teyla's quarters. He peeks inside the other room to check on her son who's fast asleep.
"So it is about a woman?" She asks as she looks at, as she sits in the middle of the bed.
"Yup." He answers, satisfied that Torren is okay, he takes his jacket off, walks towards the bed and sits down, unlacing his boots and toeing them off. Teyla is behind him and scratching lightly on his back. She bunches up his shirt at the side and tugs it off of him. And then unzips his pants, dips her hand inside and cups him. John hisses and turns around, kneels on the bed, places his hand on the small of her back. He then moves her to the middle of the bed and stretches over her.
Her bed is filled with colorful pillows and silk sheets, adding to the lustrous feeling. Teyla pushes his pants over his hips. He then rolls to the side to shed the offending garment and moves back on top of her. Naked. Although, she's still in a chiffon gown, with her breasts straining against the translucent fabric. Behind it he can see her dark nipples standing erectly. Bending his head, he captures one nipple and sucks on it, wetting the fabric, making her gasp. Satisfied that he's had his fill on that one nub, he moves to the other one and applies the same amount of attention he gave the first one.
The wet fabric on her nipple is cold so she takes his hand and lets him cup her. Warming her skin. Moaning at the sensation. She lifts a leg and slides it down the side of his hair roughened thigh, but before she can glide further down he captures the back of her knees and stills her. He rocks against her hips once, his erection nudging against the junction in between her thighs, she's naked underneath the nightgown. She arches her back to meet him, the center of her dampening right away.
John slides his hand from the back of her knee to her calf and carefully lifts it over his shoulder. His lips slowly make their way up from her breasts to her neck, then her jaw. But before he can capture her lips she whispers to him "John?"
"Yeah, sweetheart?" He says against her soft skin.
"I heard in the locker room that… how should I say this?" Teyla tries to find the right words to form her sentence. Not very easy with him rubbing up against her, the tip of his shaft teasing her folds.
"What is it, Teyla?"
"Some of the girls are… bare?" Her breath hitches when she feels him slide a hand underneath her, glide over the globes of her buttocks and thrust two fingers inside her.
"Bare?" He asks absently as he strokes the hot walls of her vagina.
"Yesss." She hisses. They're both unsure as to whether she's answering him or if saying it from the pleasure of his touch. "No hair dow… ugh!" Teyla starts to say but is cut off when John enters her swiftly, with two fingers still inside, and then draws back.
"I don't care whether you're shaved or not." He tells her, his mouth trailing to hers. He plunges his tongue inside her mouth as he thrusts back inside of her. "I love you, I love you just the way you are." He tells her against her mouth.
Teyla wraps her arms around his neck and meets his every thrust. Her heart soaring higher and higher. A day never goes by without him saying those words. And she never gets tired of hearing them. She sees his eyes go darker, and that's when she knows that he's really close. Lifting her other leg, she hooks it around his shoulder, making her hips lift up, taking him deeper inside of her.
"Fuck!" John says through gritted teeth. "Teyla, I'm gonna cum too early."
"I want you to." She says to him in between short breaths. She takes one of his hands and guides it to her clitoris. "Touch me, John." But he's already rubbing her nubbin in circles, going faster and faster. As fast as his pounding. "Oh John!" She cries out.
"Cum with me Teyla!" He pleads, rubbing faster, thrusting deeper.
"Jooohn!" Her legs tighten around his neck and she convulses violently around him, causing him to stiffen and then release. John is breathing rapidly as he feels himself drain into her.
He carefully lifts her legs off of her shoulders and slides down to her stomach, kissing her belly. "Are you sure that it's okay?" He asks her.
"Carson said that sexual intercourse during pregnancy is good."
TBC.
Note: So you guys are probably thinking "Where the hell did that come form?" Just thought I'd throw you a curveball.