Note: Well Jeyla demanded hotness for this fic, and I hope that this chapter fulfils that for you Hun. Sorry for the delay, but you know the story. And no, I promise, no cliff hanger this time...
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Chapter 10 – Alone Together
Teyla walked calmly into the main changing room, her steps even and a polite smile ready on her face. However, inside, her heart was hammering with a sharply risen arousal born so quickly by John's short yet passionate kiss. She held tightly onto the ends of the small towel around her neck, holding the cloth close over her body, covering her acutely sensitive breasts.
Clearly the last half an hour in the pool had been far more arousing than she had been entirely aware, for John's sudden and dazzling kiss had brought all of it blazingly alight so swiftly.
Fortunately the slightly cooler air in the main changing room was a cold balm across her skin and what she thought might be her bright red cheeks. No one would comment though, for surely it was expected when having just been through a warm shower and the burst of hot drying air.
John had not followed her immediately out of the shower area, having turned back for his towel which he had thrown aside during his shower, but she was now aware of him following her down the length of the changing room, heading towards where their things waited on the left side bench.
To the right side of the narrow room, the Marine was dressed and focused on pushing his towel into his bag. The bag full, he swept it up and moved quickly away towards the exit, looking back over his shoulder as he did.
"Evening, Colonel, Teyla," he said politely, the first words she had heard him utter.
"Riggs," John replied immediately, using his 'Colonel' professional tone, which made her want smile. Over the last few days, she had discovered such a new side to John, for though he had been her friend and colleague for so long, it was only now that she felt she was getting to know him personally. As the true man behind personas and responsibilities. To hear his voice pitched to his professional tone only moments after he had hurriedly pulled her aside into a passionate kiss, felt very surreal and amusing to her.
The Marine disappeared from view as she reached where her and John's things sat on the bench. Feeling less conscious of her appearance now that her body had begun to cool down and they were alone, she turned to her things with a smile. She dropped the small wet towel from around her neck, and pulled out her large dry towel.
As she draped it around her shoulders, absorbing the water that was dripping down still from her pinned up hair, John arrived at her side. He sat down immediately on the bench and pulled his own towel free. She tried to keep her eyes away from him, away from the large expanse of broad bare chest and the nicely muscular shoulder and arm just by her. She could reach out barely a few inches and touch his skin, but she needed to distract herself away from such thoughts right now.
What might happen when they reached her or his quarters later would be an entirely different matter though, and her mind wandered into thoughts of dragging him into her room, pulling his mouth to hers, pressing her chest against his...
Movement to the right drew her attention sharply and she looked round, almost eagerly ready to embrace any distraction. Lieutenant Martins stepped into view in the entrance to the changing room.
"Ah, I'll wait until you've changed until I check the cubicles in the back," he suggested, his tone somewhat cautious, and Teyla realised he was looking only at her.
"It is alright, Lieutenant," she replied, understanding that he was concerned about entering the room while she might be changing. "I am not going to change, please keep to your checks."
"If you're sure?" He asked, and Teyla thought she saw some relief in his expression.
"Yes," she replied with a smile to put him at ease, "it is fine."
The younger man smiled with definite relief as he moved forward, entering the changing room and heading down its narrow length.
"Great, I'll be out of your hair in a minute," he said brightly.
Teyla looked around to see John watching the Lieutenant with a frowning smile.
"You got a hot date to get to, Martins?" he asked as he ran one end of his towel over one long muscular arm.
"Ah, I'd rather not say, Sir," Martins replied cautiously as he reached down and picked up several fallen paper cups. Teyla exchanged an interested look with John before turning back to the Lieutenant.
"So that's a yes," John concluded. "Who is she, Martins?" He asked with a teasing curious smile as he ran his towel across his chest and middle. Teyla looked away and focused on pulling the pins free from her hair.
"We're kind of keeping things quiet at the moment, Sir," Martins replied carefully, but with a smile in his voice as he moved further away, checking under the benches.
"Totally understand, Lieutenant," John replied, his tone still teasing, but Teyla glanced at him once more to see him smile up at her. He was rubbing one corner of his towel over his hair now, and she noticed that it was doing nothing to improve the spikiness of the locks.
"As big as this city is," Martins continued as he worked his way down the room, tidying up things as he went, "it's too small a world, if you get my drift."
Teyla pulled the last of her hair pins free and dropped them all down into her bag, before running her fingers through her damp freed hair.
"She is Military or scientist?" John asked the Lieutenant, "You can tell us that at least."
Martins had reached the far end of the room and now disappeared from view as he checked the cubicles and toilets. "Scientist," he called back.
Teyla smiled as she angled her head and squeezed the ends of her hair, watching the far end of the room where Martins had vanished. Her body felt cooler now, the rasping rush of arousal abated for now, and she felt happily relaxed and at ease.
Her gaze drifted to John again, only to find him already looking up at her from his seat on the bench. His eyes held a heat that told her he had been admiring the fit of her swimsuit, and he smiled up at her in a way that was somehow both sheepish at having been caught looking at her, but also confident and enticing.
She felt her heart rate jump once more.
"I'd appreciate it if it didn't get back to Dr McKay though," Lieutenant Martins called out from the cubicles, continuing the conversation of which she had already lost track. John looked away from her sharply, looking down towards where the Lieutenant now reappeared. "He'll only lecture me like he did poor Kai about dating 'above our station' with one of his genius scientists."
John chuckled in reply to the other man, but it was forced to Teyla's eyes. "She's in McKay's department? You're a brave man, Martins."
"I didn't say she was in his department," Martins replied hurriedly as he headed back towards them.
"Too late now, Lieutenant," John replied mockingly, as he began running his towel over his chest once more. Teyla was certain he was dry by now and could not help but speculate as to why he was still seated on the bench with the majority of his towel lying across his lap. She looked away from him with a knowing, wondering smile. She had to stop herself from staring at him so openly though in front of others. So instead she focused on running her towel over her hair once more and angling her head to encourage some water out of her ear.
"But, McKay won't hear it from us, will he, Teyla?" John asked.
Pulled abruptly directly into the conversation, Teyla paused, having been attempting to get the water out of her ear by working her jaw and tilting her head.
"You can trust in us, Lieutenant," she promised and felt a satisfying sensation of a bubble bursting in her right ear and her hearing instantly improved.
"I'm not saying she's directly in Dr McKay's department," the Lieutenant insisted again as he passed by them, his tone a little worried at John's teasing. "Just that she's a scientist."
"Okay, Lieutenant," John grinned.
Teyla shook her head at John, knowing that if he were on the other end of the discussion, being asked about her, she was certain he would be quiet uncomfortable.
"I've got to go check the kiddie pool and then shut the lights down in the main pool," Martins said with clear relief to get away from the conversation.
As he left, Teyla looked round at John with a rebuking smile, ready to tease him in turn, only John's eyes met hers and she was once again distracted by the open heat in them.
"Pretty late for a date, don't you think?" He asked with a smile.
She was thrown for a brief moment, thinking he was referring to them, only to realise he was speaking about Lieutenant Martins' date.
She glanced down at her watch, lying partly out of her bag. "He has to arrange his date around his duties," she replied rationally, but she had already understood John's implication.
"Maybe it's their third date," John suggested, his gaze focused past her to the entrance, through which she could hear the Lieutenant moving around, shutting down the main pool.
She shook her head at John, and leant down a fraction closer to him to draw his full attention. His eyes snapped up to hers.
"It is none of our business," she told him, speaking softly and teasingly, enjoying standing taller than him as well as the way his pupils slid wider as he looked up at her. He lifted his eyebrows as his only response to her point, for his gaze slipped down now, down to the neckline of her swimsuit, which now she was leant down further towards him was perhaps gaping slightly.
A rush of powerful delight and sexual confidence flowed through her, and she smiled as she stood upright once more, arching her back slightly as she did. John's eyes rose back up to her face, slower than was necessary, and she saw him take a deep breath. As his eyes met hers he smiled. It was that wide sexy smile he had used on her last night, the one that made her breath catch and her nipples tighten.
She understood it was his response to her blatant sexual play, and she had to admit it was very effective. She lifted an eyebrow of her own before she looked away from him, lifting her towel once more to her hair, and only slightly lifting her chest a little higher than normal.
"Almost locked up here," Lieutenant Martins called out from the next room.
Anticipating his arrival any moment now, she once more secured her towel right around her, concealing her aroused skin.
"He is eager to get out of here," John chuckled. "Wonder which one of Rodney's team he's dating."
"He said she was not a part of Rodney's department," she replied as she pulled her trousers and hooded top out from her bag.
"Yeah, he's way too insistent on that part," John smiled.
She frowned at him. "You did promise not to mention anything to Rodney," she reminded him pointedly.
His eyebrows rose with pretend shock as he pointed at himself as if her suggestion was a complete affront. He had no time to add a comment to his theatrical display of innocence though, for Lieutenant Martins' footsteps were approaching outside the entrance.
She gave him one last pointed look, though was unable to keep a smile from her lips entirely, for his wide eyed innocence was very endearing and amusing. She was not fooled though; she knew him far too well, and was learning more about him with each passing day.
Lieutenant Martins arrived into the entranceway with a loud flourish of boot steps, and Teyla looked round to him as she shook out her trousers.
"Everything's all shut down and locked up tight, Colonel," Martins reported, his eagerness to leave clear beneath his professional wording. "Just these lights and the exit to lock up after us."
"Don't wait for us, Martins," John offered, very kindly in Teyla's opinion. "Go get the girl."
She couldn't help smiling at the Lieutenant's responding bright expression. "If you're sure, Colonel?" He asked, but he was already moving backwards towards the passageway that led to the exit doors.
"Go, Lieutenant. We can lock up behind us," John replied.
"Thank you, Sir," Martins responded as he moved away faster. "Night, Teyla," he added as he turned and hurried away out of sight.
Teyla smiled as she returned her attention to her clothes. As she set her trousers down on the bench, now feeling free to remove her large towel from around her, she could hear the main doors open and close behind the departing Martins.
She and John were free now to depart in their own time, and the anticipation of what might follow teased at her.
Though it was not in the way of her people for a woman to initiate a relationship, it was not the same when initiating intimacies within an established relationship, and she was sorely tempted to invite John to stay the night with her tonight.
What concerned she slightly however, was whether he would wish to so soon in their courtship. She had heard tale of the third date rule that men from John's culture spoke of, and which he had even mentioned this evening in relation to Lieutenant Martins, but she was not sure if it was more talk than actual expectation. Besides, on thinking of her and John's time together over the last few days, it was difficult to actually relate any outing as a 'date' with him. They had met up before and after their duty shifts, but could those be described as 'dates'? She believed that 'dates' in his culture were set times when a couple went somewhere together, sharing an activity such as watch a movie out, go for a meal or a walk. It was similar to courting among her own people, but her and John's time together so far was not so easy to define.
Could this evening in fact be their first official date? Which could mean that it was too soon for them to share more.
She had not realised before now how complicated dating a man from another galaxy would turn out to be. She should perhaps ask a female friend for further advice on Earth dating. Perhaps Jennifer - Teyla would trust her not to share any details with another else.
"He couldn't have run out of here any faster," John commented as he stood up from the bench beside her, pulling her attention back to the present and the new silence which followed as the main doors slid shut down the passageway outside.
"He is eager for his date as you suggest," she said, very much aware of him stood beside her now, turning and putting his own towel down on the bench, leaving it piled up on top of his bag.
"Speaking of dates..." he said, his tone now deeper and enticing, and she felt him move closer to her side.
She looked up at him with a smile as he moved even closer, stepping right into her personal space, his chest and shoulders filling her view. The warm pressure of his hand slid across the middle of her back, teasing and gloriously relieving. She had waited far too long to feel him touch her again. She turned towards him excitedly, and lifted her hands back up to his bare chest, sliding her fingers into his chest hair and pressing her palms against his skin. His hand continued to slide around the middle of her back, encircling her in his arm, and his forearm tightened around her back, drawing her closer.
She pressed herself unselfconsciously up against him, eager to feel him against her, as she drew in a deep breath of him, once more tasting the clean male scent of his skin and that elemental masculine scent that was essentially John. She rose up slightly on her toes, arching her back as she slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders. He was so gloriously warm and hard in all the right places, which included the ridge pressing against her lower belly, confirming her former conclusion as to why he had remained seated all this time, his lap covered. That pure physical demonstration of how aroused he too felt, drove her own threads of desire together, building and raging her forward. And as she tilted her head back, lifting her mouth up towards his descending lips, she closed her eyes tightly, and surrendered entirely to the moment, to him and to herself.
His mouth pressed down onto hers, his free hand sliding around the back of her hair, supporting her head, as he pressed his mouth heavily against hers, forcing their lips tightly together. She opened her mouth as soon as his warm lips eased from hers, and ran her hands up around the back of his neck, gripping the back of his hair at his nape, drawing his mouth immediately back to hers.
Open mouths met, breaths wet, and tongues sliding together, sealing tightly. She sucked in as much breath as she could through her nose, his scent filling her head, and drew on his tongue, sucking and releasing. With that, the kiss exploded into something far more carnal than they had shared before, but it was so naturally born that it felt so very right.
Time slipped away from her consciousness, for all that there could be was his mouth against hers, his tongue, his lips, the freedom of passion unleashed. At the edge of her awareness she felt his hands sliding up her back, clasping her hair, then down to her waist and her backside, holding her up tightly against his erection. She pushed up higher on her toes, trying to align their bodies together, following the primitive urge to feel that ridge of penetrative flesh against her sensitive and aching centre. Deep emptiness pulsed down inside her, throbbing between her legs, demanding fulfilment. It sang up through her, to where his hands slid against her, tightening, caressing, and holding her to him so forcefully.
She became aware they were moving - that he was drawing her with him. She broke her eyes open as their mouths parted. She could barely see, the passion pounding her blood through her body, making her almost lightheaded.
She focused enough from her pulsing body to watch John lowering, sitting down on the bench. His hands drew on her, pulling her down to sit with him, on his lap to continue their kisses. She could think of nothing better, but not across his lap, she instead placed her hands on his shoulders, using him to support her as she lifted one knee up onto the bench beside his hip. She watched his eyes widen with understanding and then with darker excitement as his hands slid around her middle, holding her as she balanced her weight on her knee and in the support of his hands, as she swung her other knee up to the bench on the other side of him.
She paused a moment, held up over him, her eyes locked down with his, before she began to lower herself down to sit astride his lap. She took her time, enjoying the moment of their chests sliding against each others, his chest hair teasing against her breasts even through the material of her swimsuit. She was acutely aware of the wide width of his hips between her knees, of his strong large thighs meeting her buttocks, and the long ridge of his arousal she trapped down beneath her. For the first time they were properly pressed together, bodies flush together and as she settled down onto him, his mouth met hers hotly, his arms tight around her back.
His kiss was rough now, almost desperate, but she matched him with it, for now there were to be no boundaries between them. No pretence, no place left untouched. She could not hold back now even if she wished to, for she had wanted this for too long. He felt incredible, unstoppably filling her heart, and she ached for him to fill her body just as thoroughly. If she could have merged them entirely together she would have in this moment.
One of his hands slid around the back of her neck, sliding up into her hair, squeezing, massaging and she leant to one side enough to re-angle their mouths, the kiss leaving no doubt as to what was going to happen now between them.
Slowly she pulled her lips from his, holding her mouth over his, his tongue just inside her lips, and she rocked her body gently, sliding her pelvis, belly, and breasts against him. His hands tightened on her back, and he let out a soft sigh.
She opened her eyes to see rapture on his face, his eyes closed, as she rocked again, moving slowly and purposefully. He let out a long breath that was part moan, and she smiled at the pleasure that she was able to give him so simply. She leant her mouth in and brushed her lips against his cheek, down around his chin and back up to his mouth. He murmured a deep rumbling growl as his mouth captured hers, his arms wrapping back around her, one hand slipping back up to her neck.
Only it wasn't just resting there; she felt him pulling at the clasp of her swimsuit where it was secured up around the back of her neck. Their kiss lightened as his other hand joined the first, and with only a moment's study with his fingertips, he parted the clasp.
She pulled her swollen full lips from his and sat up and back enough to allow some space between them. He pulled the two ends of her swimsuit's ties slowly over her shoulders, loosening the material over her chest, and she watched him with hopeful, excited anticipation, as the material lowered further. His eyes dropped from hers, down her throat as the top of her swimsuit fell down, the ties falling from his hands. She drew in a breath, encouraging the fabric fully down off her lifted aroused breasts. The touch of the air was almost as arousing against her sensitive skin across her breasts as was watching his eyes widen, his eyes somehow darkening further.
She took another breath, feeling the weight of her breasts and the further tightening of her nipples, before she leant back in against him, eager to feel him against her.
John's nose nuzzled in against her throat, up against her jaw to her ear as their chests met.
"Teyla," he whispered against her skin, and she squeezed her eyes closed with a rush of passion to hear her name on his aroused lips. She heard herself moan, a loud feminine sound she had not thought she could make, as she rubbed her breasts against the tantalising width of his chest, his chest hair teasing her skin. His hands gripped at her back, drawing her tighter against him, and his nose and mouth slid deeper into the cradle of her throat.
She ran one hand up into his hair, holding him against her, as the desire roared through her almost to the point of orgasm.
His hands slid up her sides, one slipping between their bodies and suddenly his hot palm was covering her left breast. He squeezed and massaged, as he had done last night, but now there was nothing between their skin, and he was far bolder with his touch. She arched her back for a moment, but then pulled back enough to drop her mouth down against his again, initiating another long wet kiss.
As their mouths worked together, embracing the moment, pushing further and satisfying all together, his hand massaged gently and she rocked her pelvis against him again.
He felt wonderful, but his hand was no longer enough. She tore her mouth from his and reached blindly out to the wall behind him as she rose up onto her knees. His hands latched to her sides, holding her up but also pulling her to him, and his mouth surrounded her left nipple.
She cried out in grateful delight, the sound echoing off the plain empty walls of the changing room around them. As his mouth sucked and licked, she flattened her hands against the wall, only for the cooler touch of a wall hook to meet her right hand. She gripped tight hold of it, using it as support as she held herself up over his lap, her other hand tight in his hair.
His mouth lifted from her nipple, his breath ghosting across the wet tip. He breathed over her again, his lips brushing against her peak, coursing electric sensations up and through her. She looked down at him at her breast, and watched as he slid his lips down the natural slope of her breast into her cleavage. He inhaled deeply into the furrow of her cleavage before his tongue licked upwards, and she squeezed her eyes tightly closed at the sensation.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," his voice drifted up to her.
Despite her near delusional state, she processed his words and meaning and chuckled. She opened her eyes again and looked back down at him. He was brushing his lips across her other breast now, but his eyes were upturned to her. It was most arousing.
She caressed her hand through his hair and felt his lips meet the side of her untouched nipple. She dropped her gaze from his eyes to his mouth, just barely discernible among the shadows, but she saw his lips part and surround her.
This time she let out a willing moan as his wet hot mouth sucked and his tongue teased.
His hands were moving now, sliding up her back, capturing the top of her swimsuit bunched around her ribs. He tugged at it, pulling the material down past her waist, down to her hips. His hands slipped inside the material, pushing it down over the wide flare of her hips. She dropped her head back as his hands slid down to her thighs, pushing the swimsuit down off her body.
His mouth lifted from her breast as the swimsuit caught, and his hands slid around to her backside, pushing the fabric away as much as he was gripping her buttocks.
Eager to help and remove the clothing, but unwilling to get down from the bench and his lap, she rocked her weight onto one knee whilst she looked up. The higher row of wall hooks was just above her head. She reached up and pulled herself upwards by one hook, finding another with her other hand. She pushed up off the one knee to stand up on the bench, setting one foot on its surface beside John's hip. Following along very quickly with her plan, John held onto her swimsuit, so as she stood up fully, the material slid down to her knees. Cool air once again met her newly bared skin, and this time she felt it through the hot and now wet space between her legs.
John's mouth pressed against her lower belly, his tongue touching within the kiss, as she lifted one foot up from the bench. Without lifting his mouth from her skin, he swiftly tugged down one side of the swimsuit off her foot, but as she set her foot back down, shifting her weight to lift the other, John's mouth pulled back from her belly. She watched downwards as he watched her lift her other leg, and he, far more slowly this time, drew the swimsuit off her foot, finally leaving her naked.
His head dropped backwards immediately then, his eyes sliding up her body to meet hers as she set her foot back down onto the bench. She reached down with one hand and ran her fingers through his hair, feeling a moment of rushing softer affection in the carnal moment.
He smiled up at her. "You're so beautiful, Teyla," he told her as his hands slid up her legs.
"As are you," she replied softly as she balanced her weight and released the wall hook so she could reach down to him with both her hands. She stroked her fingers down his cheeks and then back up into his hair as he leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to her belly again.
"Hold on to something," he said against her skin with that cheeky playful tone she was beginning to associate with flirtatious arousal.
She followed his advice without thought, reaching up to hold onto one of the hooks again, but suddenly his intention became obvious. Despite her plan to once more sit down on his lap again, he had other ideas.
His mouth slid lower down from her navel, and one of his hands tightened around the back of her right knee, asking her to lift it. She gasped with understanding, feeling her first moment of shyness, but it was momentary, for his mouth had already begun to descend. Guided by his hand, she set her knee on his shoulder, opening herself to him, and his mouth slid intimately between her legs.
It was shocking and beyond arousing. Instantly engulfed by the sensation, she leant into him, lifting her body further to give him more access to her, lifting her knee from his shoulder to set her foot there instead.
Despite the difficult angle for them both, his kisses and his tongue swept her up into a sudden tornado of passion. Holding a tight grip of two of the wall hooks, she dropped her head backwards, lost in the sensation, feeling it roaring up through her, and in barely an instant the orgasm hit her full force.
She cried out loudly, nearly reaching a shockingly high pitch. She reached down with one hand and gripped the back of his head as he rode her spasming body, his hands tight on her buttocks.
When she would have pulled back from him, her body softening, he kept her with him. His mouth teasing against her freshly aroused flesh a little longer, and she took the moment to gather her breath. Only then she felt the touch of his fingers, teasing and discovering gently. She leant her body forward, holding tightly onto the wall hooks as he touched her, exploring and stroking.
What only a few seconds ago had felt like satisfied fulfilment, his questing touch was now quickly reminding her flesh that at a deeper level she was still waiting. However, she did not wish to remain stood over him for this.
She set her now slightly cramping right foot down from his shoulder back down to the bench. She felt the slight wobble to her stance, but it did not matter, for John's hands slid around her hips, once again understanding what she wished. He pressed kisses against her belly again, and as she began to lower herself back down to her knees astride him, his kisses travelled up her body. He nuzzled up into her cleavage as she settled onto her knees. She ran her hands into his hair as she lowered herself further, her thighs a little shaky still under her, but elegance was the furthest thing from her mind.
John's kisses slid up her chest, up to her throat as she lowered herself back down to feel his far harder erection between her legs. She paused only a moment there before sitting back slightly in his lap so she could reach down to the waistband of his still pool wet swimming trunks. As she worked her fingers between his skin and the wet waistband, his own fingers slid down between her legs, once more seeking out her core.
His mouth nuzzled against her cheek as she worked to lower his damp swimming trunks, but he had to work with her, lifting one side of his butt and then the other, until she could peal the material down. He had to finally pull his hands from her, though he kept his nose and lips against her throat as he shifted upwards to pull his trunks down off his hips. She lifted up from him to give him space to slide the material down his thighs. She took the moment to enjoy stroking her hands through his hair, down his neck and across his shoulders, sharing a smile with him as he shifted one last awkward time to free himself of his single piece of clothing.
She lowered herself back down onto his thighs, now slightly damp from his trunks, and reached back to push the trunks down off his knees. She took the time to stroke his knees and lower thighs, glorying in the width of them and the bizarre fact that even that part of him was absurdly handsome to her. With one arm around her middle, he shifted to lift one foot and she smiled as he kicked the trunks away across the floor. She twisted back round to him, aware that finally they were naked together, and watched as he slid his free palm up her belly, up through her cleavage, up to her throat and back down again. She pulled herself back closer to him again, lowering her gaze to take in the hard long length of his bared arousal. She slid her fingers gently down him, surrounding his shaft with her hand, whilst he simultaneously slid his hand back down her front. She lifted her gaze up his most handsome body, up to his eyes, and saw him look back up to her.
She thought she saw the faintest touch of nervousness in his eyes, or perhaps self consciousness. She ran her hand back down his shaft, and watched as the faint discomfort in his expression disappeared into passion once more. His eyes partly closed and his lips parted further.
"Is that good?" She asked him quietly, though suspecting she knew the answer for sure.
"Oh, yeah," he managed to reply and it looked like it had been a struggle for him to put it so simply.
She ran her other hand up across his chest as she leant in closer to him, trapping his erection within her hand between their bodies. She ran her free hand up the side of his neck, drawing him to look up at her as she moved closer. His expression was so open, so relaxed, and his eyes glazed with passion. She cupped his jaw in her hand and pressed her lips softly to his.
She kissed him then with as much love as she could, finding soft gentle passion within the raw, and his mouth was just as soft in return. His hands caressed softly across her back in smooth, arousing strokes, covering as much of her as he could. His hands ran over her hips, her thighs, her sides, around her ribcage, down her arms and up across her shoulders. Then round between them, his hands covering both her breasts, cupping, holding and massaging, whilst they kissed, slow, easy, but with a now growing return to the faster, more intensely demanding.
As one of his hands slid back down between her legs, she returned her attention to stroking his penis. As his fingers slowly circled and slid between her intimate folds, seeking her entrance, she in turn slowly and carefully ran her fingers over his length, discovering the feel of him, the softness over the hard. It was only when she trailed her fingertips over the swollen head of him that his fingers finally penetrated up into her.
It was that moment that once again pushed them back away from the gentle and slow. She gasped loudly, reaching up to his chest with both hands now, her hips undulating without thinking. His eyes sparkled in the overhead lighting as she looked down at him. He was looking at her intently now, focused and intense, as he pressed a finger deeper up into her, sliding inside her aching parting flesh.
She gasped again as he circled his finger inside her, working higher. She was finding it hard to breathe now, having to hold tightly onto his shoulders, holding herself up off his thighs to give him more room, to allow her to move. He drew his finger down and up again inside her, circling and massaging within her. She had not been touched quite this way before, not with such focus. Lovers had pleasured her this way, but quickly, reading her for them only. John seemed only intent on watching her as he touched her. She made herself focus on him in turn, and saw him smile up at her.
"Good?" He asked.
"Yes," she whispered out long and passionate. She blinked and tried to focus, but it was difficult. "You..."
He slid another finger slowly up into her, joining the other. She rocked her hips on his penetration. She wanted to rock, to surge, to lose abandon in an entirely new way for her.
His other hand slid around her back, his forearm against her backside. "Up again," he asked her, drawing her upwards, back up onto her knees. "Just let me..."
He didn't finish his request, for she did as he asked, rising up onto her knees again, but she plastered herself to him this time. He burrowed his nose and mouth against her chest as he began to thrust his fingers up into her with increasing speed and depth. She held onto his head and hair tightly, crying out at her growing wetness, at the building passion, feeling herself tightening around his fingers. Feeling the world disappearing once more.
A part of her wanted to slow down, to take him inside her, to help him enjoy passion as she was, but he was relentless in his giving, in pushing her towards another release that promised to be better than the first.
She rocked against him, clasping at his head, neck and shoulders, begging out loud. Stretching her with a third finger, he gripped tightly to her, slowing his penetration, but pushing up deeper into her. She became aware that he was panting her name, begging her to let go, to come for him. She held tightly to him and held still above him and let him work into her, let him pleasure her, her eyes shut and her mouth wide open. Until suddenly, it roared like a wave upon her, and she cried out repeatedly, tightening hard around him, and his fingers slowed and thrust deep, holding still for her as she squeezed around him.
He was muttering to a divine being against her breast, saying the most flattering of words, but they all merged into one sweeping blissful fulfilling moment and she held on to him, feeling more empowered than ever before, whilst having surrendered like never before.
Spent, she draped herself down over his shoulders, whispering his name, but his fingers began moving again, softly, stroking, widening her once more.
She ran her hands down his naked long back, feeling the quivering tension in him, hearing his panting breaths clearly now. She reached up to his face, drawing him to look up to her as she kissed him.
He pulled his fingers from her, his arms both wrapping around her, pulling her down over him. She could feel the brushing touch of his erection against her wet swollen core, and she reached down between them to touch him, to gently pleasure him in turn.
He pulled back slightly though, twisting round towards his bag sat on the bench beside them. "I need..." he uttered breathlessly.
She understood and reached out, helping pull open the bag's top, and she watched as he dug inside and pulled out a small foil square. As he worked with slightly shaky hands to open it, she lifted an eyebrow at him.
"Do you normally carry those around in your swimming bag?" She teased him as she reached out and ran one hand through his hair, enjoying the sensation of the spiky tendrils between her fingers.
His eyes lifted from the packet with a pause of caution. "Umm," he began.
She smiled at him and took the packet from him, tearing it open easily, and pulling the sheath out.
"Just, you know, wanted to be prepared," he replied with a touch of worry around his breathlessness.
She grinned at him, enjoying the rush of power to tease him in such a moment. She turned the sheath in her fingers as she gave him another knowing look. "Have you been planning to seduce me with your swimming skills all this time?" She asked, her own voice sounding so unlike her normal self. She sounded husky, breathless herself, and almost wildly free.
He frowned faintly, but then lowered his eyes as she reached down and began applying the sheath. His caution transformed instantly into heat and a smile. "I've been carrying them with me everywhere since that night on the Glisi world," he confessed.
She chuckled as she slid the rubber sheath down his length, enjoying the way his breath hitched, and his hands slid back around her, pulling her chest up against his even before she had completed her task.
"Can you forgive me?" He asked against her, playful and so quickly confident again. It was a contrast about him that always fascinated her – he could go from appearing awkward and cautious to being a bold, determined warrior, or in this case, lover.
She pulled her hands up from between their bodies, running her fingers up his belly, feeling the muscles twitch with arousal as she did so. She pulled back enough to watch her hands sliding up over his hair covered pectoral muscles and then out to his nipples. She circled them delicately, lifting her eyes to his to see if he liked the sensation.
Feeling the small nipples tighten under her fingertips and seeing his eyes lower to her mouth, she felt her own teasing nature mixing with arousal once more. She leant in towards him just as his hands rose up her sides to her breasts. She pressed her chest to his, trapping her hands between them, and she brushed her lips across the tantalising handsome angles of his cheek and jaw, until she reached his ear.
"Have you wished to be inside me for so long, John?" She asked him against right his ear, feeling thrilling excitement at being so bold and forward.
He drew in a deep full breath at her question, which lifted her with him since she was pressed so tightly to his chest.
He turned his head, brushing his mouth against her cheek in turn. "No," he whispered back and she felt a surprised shock of disappointment, "I've wanted to for years."
She squeezed her eyes shut, abruptly overwhelmed by his confession and feeling it soaring to join with her own long held desire.
She opened her eyes and pulled her cheek away from his too look down at him. "You need only have asked," she confessed in return before she reached down between them, capturing his erection in her hand and guiding the smooth, coated head between her legs to where she ached to hold him.
As the thick head of him met her entrance she lifted her hand back up, drawing herself closer to him, as his mouth pressed to her throat.
"Teyla," he whispered almost reverently to her as she began to lower herself onto him, feeling him pushing up inside her. She took her time, allowing her body to adapt to his invasion, as well as so to enjoy every millimetre of him entering her.
Pressed cheek to cheek, arms around each other, she took him into her, her breathing racing, her heart hammering, and pleasure rising hotly from deep inside her. She held onto him tightly, as his hands swept over her, drawing her mouth down to his for a kiss as long and breathless as they were capable. And finally, with one last rock of her hips, he was buried deep inside her to his hilt, and he groaned against her, his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him.
"God, Teyla," he panted.
"John," she whispered long and loud as she began to roll her hips. He groaned again at her second rock and she pulled her lips back from his cheek to look down at him as she rocked her hips, sliding him inside her.
He looked up at her, his lips parted and wet, his breathing loud, and his eyes wide. "Oh, yes," he panted. "That's so good," he uttered, his eyes closing. "God, Teyla," he repeated.
She smiled at that, moving more boldly, twisting slightly as she moved, and his hands slid down to her backside, gripping and relaxing with her movements.
"John," she begged, leaning hard against him enough that he was able to lift his hips and join her in their merging.
His mouth found hers, teasing and sealing with hers. She kissed him as best she could, but she was tiring from her previous releases and her thighs were beginning to burn.
He felt so good, so wonderful, she could live like this, with him sliding into her, so slowly, so smoothly, barely any movement, just rocking, grinding her most sensitive area against his groin, sending her higher, climbing the pleasure once more so that she could barely think...
She held onto him, digging her fingers into him, pressing her lips to his shoulder, drinking him in, his scent, his hands tight, his mouth...
He moved abruptly, his arms around her, and suddenly he was lifting her, turning them.
The smooth warm bench met her back and she sighed with relieved delight to suddenly be free of all tension, all need to hold herself up, for now she just laid back, her knees lifted around John's waist as he laid over her, his thrusts now free and smooth.
She spread her legs wider, making more room for him as she reached for him, pulling him down fully over her.
He filled her world, his chest, throat, jaw, cheek and mouth kissing downwards, her nipple surrounded by his hot mouth, his tongue, wet and sliding around her as between her legs, he slid in and out of her, faster, deeper.
She pulled at his shoulders, needing him up over her again, and he responded just as she asked, his chest pressing down over hers.
She wrapped her legs and arms around him, delighting in the pure feel of his weight over her.
She moaned his name to him, wanting him to understand how much he aroused her, how wonderful he felt pushing inside her, lying over her.
His mouth covered hers, demanding and penetrating just as she wanted.
She slid her palms down his undulating back, following dips of spine and moving muscle, over ribs and the rise of his buttocks. She gripped them as they moved, powering him into her.
He filled her deeply between her legs, sliding and rubbing. With barely a thought she begged for him to move faster and he responded, his buttocks thick and powerful in her hands, his mouth hot on her collarbone, grazing up her throat.
Faster and deeper he rocked, all the world was just them, merging, for only passion, feeling and cries meant anything to her now.
She could barely think, to process anything, but how he made her feel.
She opened her legs wider, her left knee bumping the wall, which was cool but supportive, whilst her other knee hung in empty air off the bench. She pulled her legs up higher, and he groaned, pulling back from her throat to look down between their bodies to where they were joining.
It was enough for her to begin to come once more.
She cried out, squeezing her legs back around him, gripping the back of his neck and he shuddered.
"Teyla," he cried, "God, yes...please," he uttered, barely finishing the words as she felt his rhythm completely falter. She pulled his mouth to her cheek as she tightened herself around him.
She moaned out her own passion, her orgasm rushing through her as she felt him hammer against her, shudder, and his entire body tensed within her embrace.
She opened her eyes to see him caught in the moment, his mouth hovering over hers, her name a whisper and prayer as he thrust again, pouring the last of himself into his own rushing orgasm.
She held him through it, glorying in the shared spectacular wildness of it, of the powerful elemental nature of him naked and passionate, giving of himself and taking of her.
She held his gaze then, feeling the moment rushing deeper, sharing what she never had before, and she knew with a deep instinct that she had been waiting for this for so long. And that she could not conceive of ever giving it up.
The moment broke, back into gasps, weakened bodies and his weight collapsed the last distance down over her. She held onto him, holding his panting mouth to her throat and his hips in the cradle of hers, as they breathed each other in, almost falling off the bench together in the empty echoing space of the changing room.
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