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MEMORIES
By kariesue
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Leaden eyelids struggled open. Why? What?
The ceiling swam into focus. Images and memories drifted through John's mind.
Slick bodies intertwined. Hands, lips, tongues all in heated exploration.
Sweat and heat, soft and hard, curves and limbs.
John sighed when he remembered the Ruus wine.
Oh God! What had he done?
His hand encountered something warm. He turned to see Teyla's bronzed curves.
His eyes devoured the sight but his mind panicked.
Would she hate him?
A deep purr and she faced him.
Her eyes glistened with desire. A feral smile grew.
Hands, lips, tongues, started a heated exploration again.
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