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She knows that she should not be here, that it will change everything. Yet, she is okay with it.
Her knock is light, hesitant. Taking a step back, she waits.
He looks surprised to see her. "Teyla? I didn't think you were coming."
She holds her ground. "I saw no reason not to come."
John let's her in. "I just ordered pizza and wings." Teyla takes a seat on his couch as John takes a beer out of the refrigerator. He hands it to her along with a bottle opener. "Game on."
It is a routine that they had started a year before, watching the Sunday night football game. Sometimes others would join them. Lorne, Mitchell. Sometimes they could even convince McKay.
Tonight it is just the two of them. Blue jeans and t-shirts.
They watch in silence. Occasionally John will let out a yell of disappointment before taking a sip of his beer or he'll turn to her and ask, "Can you believe that?"
The pizza and wings arrive and she is reaching for a slice when John finally broaches the subject. "Tonight isn't about the game."
"No," she replies.
"It's about yesterday."
It is. She knows what she said. She knows that she told him that she understands. She knows that it can't happen. That he is her superior. That there are rules and regulations. It runs beyond that. What want could destroy what they have built. Her confidence begins to fade and she stands. "I believe that I should go."
"Wait." John Sheppard is not a man who reveals his thoughts, his feelings. Teyla can see that he is collecting himself. Trying to choose his words. He finally settles on, "Game's not over."
After their team has lost and she helps John put the leftover pizza and wings into the refrigerator and there's nothing to distract them- that's when it can no longer be ignored.
"You know why we can't do this," he says.
"I know."
John is watching her and she is watching him. One of them has to move first and it ends up being John.
She wakes up in his bed, the sun just rising and filtering through the cracks in the blinds, and she wonders if maybe this is a mistake. Her movement wakes him and his arms circle her waist and he pulls her back down, her body resting against his.
For the first time in her life she feels as though everything is as it should be.
"I'm glad that you didn't leave last night."
"I am glad that you stopped me."
She knows that this feeling is not going to last forever. But she will savor it so long as it does.