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The early dawn light glistened off the new morning snow as John made his way carefully down the steps of the cabin. He slid his sunglasses into place and regarded the heavy snowfall that remained from last night. It would take more time than ever to clear the path and road out, but he needed to do it. In the distance he could see there were plenty of more snow clouds on the way, but not for the rest of the day. A part of him whispered to just go back to bed, to snuggle back up to the sleeping Teyla. But, the more sensible military trained part of him told him to get out here and clear this snow away. What if they needed to leave quickly? After yesterday's minor crisis in the city he was even less willing to ignore the possibilities. What if Teyla needed to get to a Doctor? He knew it was unlikely that anything would happen, but he had to be prepared in case the unforeseen occurred. Just like a good military man.
He stepped down into the knee high snow and sighed. The bed looked so very good right now. In fact he was amazed that he was even up so early. He had woken with Teyla tucked up to him; her backside nestled into his groin and his arms around her. In his deepest sleep his body made its opinion very clear; he was happy she was back and even more so that she back in his bed. He had enjoyed her presence against him, watching as the rising sunlight through the window had gradually revealed the details of her lying beside him. He had pressed his nose to the side of her neck and inhaled her unique smell, and remembered all those mornings he had woken her with a kiss to her throat, willing her wake and into some playtime before either of them had been due on duty.
He had refrained from repeating that old habit this morning, though he was still a little disappointed with himself for not. He looked down at the snow around him and decided that some good solid hard work would help. So he began to shovel the snow away, his mind separating itself from the labour and back to the woman all warm and fast asleep in his bed.
He had really enjoyed last night. She had been all soft and affectionate; welcoming his touch and kiss with a lazy dark expression that had pulled him in, useless to resist. Not that he was complaining. Hell, it had been great and somewhere in that lingering passionate kiss he had found the courage to ask her back into his bed and she had, not even taking a second to think about it. Maybe she had been too tired to see the significance? That reason and that alone had made him cautious this morning. Had encouraged him to pull away from her tempting body and out into the cold. He wasn't sure how things would be between them this morning, or rather how she would act and how he would feel about it all. God, when had he become such a sap? What was it about Teyla that made him so cautious? Doctor Greesham had suggested that perhaps it was because she meant so much to John; that he handled her carefully and warily in case he made a wrong move, especially now. They had almost ruined their marriage and he wasn't going to do anything to muck up their slow return to trust and partnership. God, now he was sounding like a chick flick!
All the memory replays and internal self-contemptuous talk made the time pass very quickly and in no time at all he had cleared the path and most of the track. He stood up right and checked his watch; he had been out here for an hour and was almost done. But, he was sweaty and hot from his work. He looked back at the cabin and watched a wisp of smoke rise from the chimney into the cold morning air. It would be all warm in there when he got back. He could take a shower, have breakfast and spend the day inside with Teyla. Colin had a load of board games and cards hidden away in the cabin, maybe John could persuade Teyla to sit in the lounge and play some games for awhile. They used to play cards long ago he remembered as he returned to the last part of his work. She had joined the women's poker nights and had asked if they could play together for practice. He had agreed, always happy to help out his wife; as long as they played strip poker. He smiled now wondering if he could suggest they play that again today. Maybe he should wait a couple of days to ease into that suggestion.
And then the work was done. He surveyed his handiwork, amazed at his fast thorough work. So, he headed back to the cabin and entered the warm home. Stripping off his thick coat, gloves and boots he decided he definitely needed a shower, so he headed back towards the bedroom.
He pushed the door open silently, peering in to see if she was still asleep. Teyla rolled onto her back under the sheets and looked up at him as he entered.
"Mornin'." John greeted her sleepy smile.
"Good morning." She replied.
He pulled off his jumper and enjoyed the view of Teyla lying in his bed. "I'm gonna take a shower. You need to use the bathroom first?" He offered.
She considered it for a moment. "Yes, I will. Thank you." She pulled the sheets aside revealing that her top had ridden up to reveal part of her belly. John's eyes latched onto the brief partial glimpse of her new shaped stomach before she turned and sat up, the top falling back into place. She got up slowly, stretching as she did, her back arching. He had forgotten how much he used to enjoy watching her get up in the mornings. Her hair was all loose around her shoulders, slightly untidy from her sleep and he had the strong compulsion to run his hands all through it all.
She stepped around the end of the bed passing him on the way out of the room. She smiled up at him as she reached him and paused lifting up on her toes to kiss him good morning. He met the kiss a little surprised, but happily enough. The kiss was brief and then she was moving towards the door and he angled his head to watch her hips sway out of the room. His libido was fully back in action. He felt a strange sense of relief at its return. His sex drive had been in the toilet for a long time, other than one fateful night with Teyla four months ago. The dreams he had had of her these past months had been passionate, but lacking in that raw sexual need that was now reasserting itself. Thank god, he had worried it may never return. Now, he just had to wait to see how things progressed between them. He was happy to wait, after all things seemed to be improving between them so quickly now.
With a renewed sense of peace he began to pull off his clothes, stripping down to his boxers. He would have a nice shower and then have breakfast with his wife. He headed out into the hallway to see if she had finished in the bathroom and saw that the door was open, so he wandered down to it. She was brushing her teeth over the washbasin.
"Still like hogging the bathroom I see." He teased as he entered.
She lifted her eyes to meet his in the mirror in front of her and smiled with bubbles around her mouth.
He turned to the bath above which the shower head was set and began to ready it; pulling aside the curtain and dropping the non-slip mat down into the bath. She moved out of his way to stand beside the basin as she spat out the toothpaste and began rinsing out her mouth.
"I seem to remember you spending just as much time in the bathroom; preparing your hair." She teased back.
He looked round at her trying to look offended. "It is a burden I have to deal with everyday." He said back, his eyes falling to her top which had once again ridden up slightly. He couldn't quite see enough to see the outline of her belly.
"What?" She asked and he shot his eyes back up to her face.
"Nothing." He replied slightly embarrassed he had gotten caught looking at the bump. He turned to the cupboard set in the wall opposite the bath and pulled out two warmed towels.
"I thought we had agreed to share with each other now." She said, her tone light, but insistent.
He turned with his towels towards her. "It's silly. Nothing important to share." He waved aside her interest and dropped the towels down on the side ready for when he got out of the shower.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "John." Somehow she made the word sound like both a warning and an encouragement.
He rolled his eyes and turned to her. "It's nothing. I was just," he waved vaguely at her stomach, "looking for the bump."
She looked down at her own stomach and looked back up at him with a soft smile. "That is not silly." She told him. She turned and dropped her purple toothbrush into the holder beside his blue one, before turning back to him and reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it up unselfconsciously to show him her belly. And just like that he had what he wanted; a chance to see her and the new change to her shape that their child was creating. Maybe there really was something in this whole sharing thing.
His eyes took in her new form. He had imagined her stomach to look like she had just put on some weight, but there was a very distinct contour to her. A clear shape extending her belly outwards, the bump rounded and still relatively small.
She reached out a hand towards him and he let her take his hand and place it over the highest point of her stomach. Her skin was warm and full of life. He edged closer and smiled up at her. It had been awhile since he had touched her anywhere other than her hand or arm, but the memory of how she felt under his hand returned. He moved even closer, and looked down at the bump without restraint now.
"Does it hurt?" He found himself asking.
"No. I can feel the baby moving slightly at times." She added.
"Really?" He asked as he pressed his hand flatter over her skin now, wishing he could feel something from their child within. "What does it feel like?" He asked.
"Like flutters inside mostly." She rested against the washbasin slightly and tucked the hem of her top into the neckline of the top so she didn't have to hold up the fabric anymore.
John slid his hand over her belly, tracing out to the edge of the swell and followed it down one side and back up. He was fascinated by the shape of her and tried to imagine how she would look when she would grow larger. He realised he was stroking over her skin without saying anything and looked up at her nervous for a moment.
"This okay?" He asked.
She smiled at him and nodded. He looked back down and resumed his perusal of her new form and she lifted a hand to his bare chest gently stroking her fingers through his chest hair lightly. Her touch was nice, but it didn't distract him from feeling all of her belly. Once he was satisfied that he had seen all he wanted to and had explored the new shape he looked back up to her face. Her eyes lifted from his chest, full of feminine appreciation. He was surprised to see the hooded look in her eyes as she met his gaze. He remembered that look and what it meant. He quirked an eyebrow at her as she stroked her hand over his chest again. Electricity leapt between them, the atmosphere of the small bathroom becoming charged around them.
He dropped his eyes giving her a long once over, enjoying the subtle shift in her weight as she moved her hips slightly against the washbasin behind her. His palm was still lying over her belly and when she drew in a deep breath he felt her stomach expand. He looked back up to her eyes and slid his hand down off her bump to the waistband of her pyjamas. Her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly in clear anticipation. He focused on her full lower lip as he slid his hand down under the waistband and cupped her gently. She leant forward into his touch and inhaled sharply. His own arousal leapt up a few hundred knots at that and he licked his lips as he studied her darkened eyes as they danced over his body and up to meet his gaze once again.
She smiled at him sexily and he pressed his hand further against her, parting her and sinking his fingers into her folds. She gasped.
"Teyla." He whispered feeling how very ready she was. She rolled her hips gently and wrapped a hand round his forearm, silently encouraging him to deepen his touch. He had no problem with that. He pressed deeper, sliding into her willing opening and she almost came undone then. She whimpered and moaned in response, reaching for him, her hands stroking over his chest and sides to his back. He stepped in closer to her, seeking her mouth which she hungrily opened for him. This kiss made no compunction about being anything but raw and carnal in its need.
John wrapped his free arm around her pulling her away from the washbasin and up against him. His groin throbbed with need and he slid another finger into her, begging her to open more for him. She groaned and clutched at his hair and back, the edges of her nails digging into his skin. She was about ready to come apart and he planned to enjoy every minute of it.
He turned them, pressing her back against the bathroom wall and stroked his fingers into her as he kissed her throat. She groaned, arching her demanding body against him. He kissed her throat down to where he remembered to be a special spot. He gently sucked on where her neck met her shoulder and she bucked against him, her gasps hot in his ear. He sucked again as he pulled his hand from her and began pulling her pyjamas down from her hips, letting them fall to the floor at her feet. She whimpered rolling her hips begging for his touch once again, but he released her and stood back just enough to pull her top up over her head, finally revealing her entirely naked form. He didn't pause to study her, but settled back against her, careful of her lower belly and made his way kissing down her front, taking in the new larger breasts, taking time to lick over her hard nipples.
She ran her hands constantly through his hair, around his neck and over his shoulders. He moved on down from her breasts and she wriggled against him with a moan as he licked down her middle, over the new swell of her belly, pausing to pay a little lavish attention to her bellybutton. He dropped to his knees and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder as he set his mouth where he really wanted it.
She flew apart with a glorious cry, panting his name as he tasted her, one of her hands clenched tightly in his hair. She shuddered above him through her release, but he didn't let up his gentle assault, sliding his fingers back into her. Her hands dropped to his shoulders and he felt the strength go out of her to remain standing so he reached up and pulled her down to him, as he sat back onto his heels.
She came down over him, her mouth hotly seeking his. The kiss was intense as was the feeling of her naked body settling down onto his lap and her hands pulling at the waistband of his boxers. He lifted enough to pull them down and free himself and she broke the kiss long enough to rise up over him. He guided himself to her entrance and she pressed down over him.
John closed his eyes against the torrent of sensation that almost pushed him to breaking point. He breathed in deeply and focused for a moment on anything other than the hot woman over and around him. He opened his eyes to her laughing sexy eyes, and she shifted on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and she moved in for another kiss. He groaned as he met the kiss and clamped his hands on her hips, trying to slow her down just a little bit. She chuckled into the kiss and he groaned at her again and pulled back from her mouth.
"You're gonna kill me if you keep this up." He muttered as he pulled back and then thrust up into her and watched as her laughing eyes glossed over. Revenge was sweet.
"John." She gasped and he repeated the movement thoroughly enjoying the way her eyes were practically rolling back into her head from the pleasure.
She adjusted her arms around him, gaining leverage against his shoulders and began to move on him in time with him. Things sped up quickly as he worked hard to keep himself from coming and to push her to hers. She ground against him and arched back from him, her upper body bending slightly back from him and he wrapped an arm around her to support her back. With his other hand he stroked from her open gasping mouth down her throat, between her breasts, down over her sexy new stomach and down to where they met each other. He touched her only briefly there and she climaxed, digging her nails into his shoulders, breaking the skin. She tightened around him and he swore with the intensity and he let go and climaxed into her, milked by her into complete release.
She collapsed forward into his arms as he rocked back, moving backward to sit on the bathroom floor, his back resting against the cold bathtub. She lay panting in his lap, her head tucked into his shoulder and her hands still clenching his sides. He panted himself as he worked to regain his composure, his higher brain functions slowly returning. He ran his hands up and down her naked back and sides, her skin so familiar and new again under his touch. She shuddered slightly with cold, so he lifted her hips up off him and she settled across his lap, her head still on his shoulder. He reached up and found the two towels he had left by the bath and pulled them down arranging them around her to keep them both warm.
Their breathing had slowed enough now and he licked his drying lips. He needed some water, and then realised there was a dampness on his shoulder. He nudged her slightly into his left arm, pulling her head away from his shoulder and looked down at her upturned wet eyes. He stroked the few tears from her cheek with his thumb, worried about her but she smiled up at him.
He wanted to ask her if the tears were of joy, but instead he leant down to where she was nestled in his arm and kissed her. She cupped his cheek in her hand as she kissed him back with such feeling that he felt intensely emotional himself. He put all that emotion into the kiss, communicating to her how much he had missed her and how much he loved her.
They parted and John kissed the tip of her nose and each cheek before looking down at her again. Her tears had stopped, but he could see the emotion was still very much on the surface.
"I've missed you so much, Teyla." He whispered and her eyes grew watery again.
She reached up and stroked her fingertips down his cheek and over his lips.
"I am so sorry about what happened." She whispered back. "I never meant to lose you."
"I should have fought for us." John said.
"We both should have." She said her eyes clearer now. She smiled once more and then snuggled down under the towel some more.
"You getting cold?" He asked. "Because my butt sure is." He added.
She laughed, that bright feminine full laugh that he had been wanting so long to hear again. She made to move from him, but he tightened his hold on her long enough to kiss her briefly once more. Then they carefully climbed upright amidst scattered clothes and towels.
"I think I should join you for that shower." She said.
John regarded his naked satisfied wife. "I don't know; I kind of like the idea of going back to bed for awhile." He said and pulled her very willingly back into the hallway and down to the bedroom.
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TBC