Note: It has been a few weeks since the last update and one contributing factor to that has been the absence of a close fandom friend – Camy aka Jeyla4ever. She maintains several Livejournal sites, most notably the wonderful John/Teyla LJ site called Beya. Camy is a friend to many of us in this fandom, especially in the JT area, providing encouragement and support to many of us who express their creativity through fanfic or fanart. Rarely a single day ever passes in which she is not in contact with one of us come hell or high water. However, over three weeks have now passed without anyone hearing anything from her. We can only hope that something far less than our worse fears has happened. If anyone knows Camy and knows any way to contact her outside of her usual email, pleased drop me a line or any of us at Beya.
So this chapter is dedicated to Camy – wherever you are, we all hope you are okay. You will love this one, Hun ;)
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Infection
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Walk
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It was nice enough being back in his quarters, having the space and solitude again, though admittedly Ronon and Rodney stood in the centre of the room kind of lessened that last part.
"You wanna go spar?" Ronon asked immediately after he set John's bag and laptop down on the desk. Rodney had managed not to find anything to carry. John had had less stuff in the isolation room than Teyla had. Looking around at his things, he noticed how lacking in colour his room was compared to the colourful patterned fabrics of Teyla's things.
Setting his two bags down, John turned to his two friends. He was glad to be out of the isolation room, happy to be free and so grateful to them for all the hours they had spent sitting with him and Teyla in the isolation room. Without them, and the others who had so regularly dropped by to help entertain him and Teyla, John knew that the restriction of the isolation room would have really gotten to him. Especially during those early days when he had had little on his mind except the closeness of the four walls, the urge to sit beside Teyla all day long, and to eat twice his body weight. His friends had been there, even Rodney. However, right now, John didn't really want them around. He felt faintly guilty about that, but then the replay of his kiss with Teyla distracted him well away from such thoughts. He would see them later in the Mess anyway.
"Shouldn't you be staying off that knee?" John pointed out to Ronon, knowing that the man's former knee injury, along with the wound to his side, had slowed him considerably.
"That was weeks ago," Ronon replied dismissively.
"Yeah, guess it was," John agreed as he glanced round his room again. It didn't really feel that long to him now, since it had only been a week and a bit since he had really begun to feel himself again. For these two it had been three long weeks.
"I don't think I'm quite up to sparring with you yet," John admitted as he walked over to his desk and pulled open the bag Ronon had set down. "I promised Carson I'd try to take it easy for the next couple of days." It was a good enough excuse.
"You gotta get back to your training," Ronon argued, though his tone conceded John had a point, though the big guy wouldn't admit there was ever a time when you couldn't train.
"I will, I will," John agreed as he pulled out several books and a pile of crumpled clothes from the bag. "You can beat me up next week."
Ronon seemed happy with that. "What you wanna do, then?" He asked, seeming bored.
John considered his response as he set the books down and sniffed at the crumpled shirts. There had been a laundry service in the Infirmary, but though relatively clean, everything smelt of the antiseptic scent of the Infirmary. He hadn't really noticed that until now. Maybe it was because Teyla's Athosian candles had lessened it in the isolation room. He dropped the shirts back down onto the bag and turned to Ronon and Rodney.
"Actually, guys, I could kind of do with some time, you know, alone for a bit. Get back to being…home," he added weakly. He felt bad at turning away their offer of more distraction and entertainment.
"Good. I've got several research projects I need to check in on," Rodney replied immediately, seeming eager to leave anyway.
"Before your big flower picking adventure?" John couldn't help but ask.
Rodney pulled at face back at him. "I'm not going to pick flowers," he protested again. On the way back up from the Infirmary with John's things, Rodney had made the mistake of asking what he should take with him on his hiking trip. A trowel, window box, and an apron had been among the less helpful replies John and Ronon had come up with.
"I've got my Flamian report to write," Ronon added. John looked up at him shocked.
"You're going to write a report?" He asked in disbelief.
"I led two teams, so Woolsey needs me to supply something," Ronon replied with only a hint of defensiveness.
"I spend a few weeks in the Infirmary and Rodney starts going hiking to pick flowers…"
"For the last time, I'm not going to pick flowers," Rodney interrupted angrily. Ronon grinned at him.
"…and you've starting writing reports for Woolsey!" John continued. "What's happened to you guys?"
Ronon turned away towards the door, pushing at Rodney's shoulder as he did.
"This is from the man who turned into a bug," Rodney replied as he initially resisted Ronon's push to leave. "Twice. Will you stop shoving me," he muttered at Ronon as he gave in and turned away to leave, swatting away Ronon's hand as he did.
"It's only one report," Ronon said to John over his shoulder.
"That's how they all start, next week you'll be filling out GMS8 forms for Woolsey," John teased.
Ronon gave him a good glare as he and Rodney headed out of the door. "Enjoy your afternoon nap," Ronon replied before he turned and disappeared out of view, clearly pleased with getting in the last word.
Rodney however remained stood out in the corridor looking back in at John. "You do get that I'm really not going to pick flow-." The doors slid shut on the rest of his sentence and John grinned at the closed doors.
Glorious silence and empty space surrounded John. He took a breath and sighed. It was nice to be home. There were no doctors or guards running around just outside, no constant background bleeping or quiet conversations. He had been looking forward to gaining privacy and space again upon leaving the isolation room, but now he had those things, the silence felt odd.
It was probably because Teyla wasn't around.
It had only been fifteen minutes since he had left her in her quarters. He couldn't really go visit her already. She would be unpacking and settling back into her space.
He didn't want to seem too needy.
No, he would settle back home in his quarters himself. Then, maybe after an hour or so, he could maybe drop by her place and see how she was doing.
It took all of five minutes to dump all his Infirmary smelling clothes into the laundry bin, dump his toiletry bag back on the side in his bathroom, and set his own DVDs back on their shelf. Everything done already, he frowned around at the room, which felt so much larger compared to living in the isolation room. He filled a few more minutes by going back into the bathroom and emptying the toiletry bag, setting the body wash back in the shower, and putting his shaving cream and razor back in their customary place by the sink. Which only reminded him a little too much of earlier. Of kissing Teyla.
He wanted another one of those kisses. A hell of a lot more of them.
He itched to go back to her quarters to see her. Just to talk, check things were okay with her; that she wasn't reconsidering that kiss. That she might be missing him as he was missing her already.
He headed back out of the bathroom and stood in the centre of his quarters, looking for something to distract him from being so girly and needy.
Someone had kept his quarters tidy for him by the looks of things. There wasn't any dust anywhere. John suspected it had been Carson when he had dropped in occasionally to pick things up for John. John couldn't imagine Rodney or Ronon dusting. Mentally, John added that added thoughtfulness to the list of things he owed Carson – right under saving his friends' lives repeatedly, saving John's life repeatedly, turning John back into a human from a bug, twice, and of course at having come back from the dead in clone form. He would take Carson fishing for sure as soon as the two of them had a free day together, even if the others didn't want to come along.
He checked his watch again. Twenty-five minutes now since he had left Teyla in her quarters.
He wandered around his bed idly, considering sitting and reading, but he had done plenty of that these past weeks.
His golf clubs sat to one side. He could go hit a bucket of balls maybe.
Getting out in the fresh air would be good. He had hated his forced idleness these past weeks, even with a twice-daily workout, it wasn't the same as running out along the piers in the morning air. He paced over to a window and looked out at the afternoon sunshine. It was nice to have a view again. He could go for a walk…maybe Teyla would like that too. She had repeatedly said how much she had missed simply walking outside with Torren these past weeks. Yes, he could go out for a walk and hang by Teyla's to see if she wanted to join him.
Pleased with the plan, he headed across the room towards the door. An invitation for a walk sounded good. It wasn't like he was asking her to go pick flowers with him.
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It felt strange to be in her quarters again. Wonderful, yet strange compared to the smaller isolation room that had been her home these past weeks.
Sunlight shone happily in through her large window, which had new glass in place following her impromptu escape down the side of the tower. She wandered over to the new window, grateful for the repair, and for whoever it was who had tidied up her quarters following that previous escape. As she recalled, she had left her room scattered with clothing and glass. As well as with an unconscious Lorne, and half the city's military force locked outside her door.
She stood right up close to the glass and looked down the side of the tower as best she could. It looked frighteningly high and dangerous, but she had not felt any of that fear before. She had seen the outside of the tower as a simple and effective means of escaping those who sought to cage her.
She turned from the sunlight and looked back across the expanse of her quarters. They seemed so large and empty compared to the isolation room. And so quiet.
She closed her eyes and listened to the silence of her home. Even late at night in the isolation room, there had been movement and whispered voices audible from the Infirmary. Now, however, there was complete silence, and she sighed in delight. She was free, and she was well again.
So much had happened since the last time she had slept in her own bed. Not only had she survived the infected Hive ship's emergency crash landing into the ocean, then her own infection with the same Wraith affliction that had killed an entire Hive of Wraith. She had been isolation behind thick plastic, hovering on the edge of death, only to be saved through the Retrovirus, but that had turned her into a bug creature. In that form, she had hurt many, though fortunately none critically, and she then had infected John as well, transforming him into a creature like herself. In doing so, she had allowed him to help save her in the end, but it had also changed so much between her and John.
She opened her eyes as the memory of his kiss returned with full force.
Yes, so much had occurred since she had last slept in her own bed.
Walking back here to her quarters with her team, she had looked over her shoulder at John carrying her things, to see that his gaze upon her had been bright and appreciative. It thrilled her to recall his darkened smiling expression before he had turned his attention back to teasing Rodney. He had never looked at her quite that way before, and she was eager to see him repeat it, and again experience the flush of anticipation and gentle arousal it had provoked in her.
Such thoughts thrilled her, warmed her through, but she tried to check herself. She and John had not had a chance to talk since their kiss. Part of her did not wish to, only wishing to linger in the simple attraction and promise of more kisses that his dark sparking eyes had represented. For so long she had wanted that first kiss and finally now it had occurred; he had expressed interest, and she had to hope that interest extended beyond a few more kisses. She knew John was not the type of man to move from woman to woman only wishing brief affairs, especially with a friend, but at the same time, she knew that he shied from permanent long term relationships.
She wandered away from the window, back towards her main low table. Her quarters had been kept clean and tidy, possibly by Jennifer, but she knew Kanaan had been here last week. They had thought it good timing for him to move out any of his things while she was in the isolation room. Looking around now, she noted the absence of small items that had not stood out to her before, but now seemed obvious. A small token, that had always stood in Kanaan's tent, had stood overlooking Torren's crib, was now gone, most likely back to Kanaan's own tent. He had usually kept a few spare clothes in a drawer and they were now absent, as was his spare coat that had hung next to hers. These quarters had always felt her own, separate from her shared time with Kanaan, yet now she felt the absence of him. It brought only a touch of sorrow, in that she feared any hurt she had brought upon him, and the regret the end of any relationship brought. However, that his presence was so clearly absent now felt right and appropriate, especially considering what had changed with her and John. For a fleeting moment, she imagined John living here with her and Torren, his clothes hanging beside hers, his laptop, full of music and work, on her table, his boots beside hers.
She shook her head at the image, one that was so heartfelt, yet perhaps dangerous. She did not wish simply to replace one man with another; John meant too much to her, and Kanaan had been important to her. If John wished a proper relationship with her, then there would be obstacles, most notably his own difficulty with 'feelings' and sharing his private world with another. She did not require him to reveal everything of himself, but she longed to be able to spend private time with him, and to know him deeper than she did now. She hoped that they would be able to talk soon, to share enough to discover whether they could move forward into a relationship. For his kiss…it had been wonderful. She yearned for more, but attempted to calm her thoughts, and the surprisingly lustful desires that rose in response.
She smiled as she considered how she and John had reversed the usual manner of relationships. They had first known each other at their worst and best, surviving difficult circumstances together over the years, only to then spontaneously sleep together due to the Retrovirus, to only afterwards then share their first kiss, and now finally they would actually discuss entering into a relationship. She hoped.
Sighing at her circling thoughts, she considered how best to spend the next few hours, enjoying her freedom, and not obsessing repeatedly about John.
The door chimes rang out, and she turned eagerly towards the closed doors, her heart beating faster. She knew it was him, despite the chances that could be any one of her friends simply visiting her to celebrate her release, she knew it would be him. Or was it simply hope?
She made herself take a calming breath as she walked at a normal pace across the room to the door. Amused at her own reaction of anticipation, she waved her hand over the repaired controls to the doors, and they slid open to reveal John on the other side. Delight teased throughout her body as she smiled up at him.
"Hello, John," she greeted him, looking up into his sparkling eyes, his own smile brighter than she normally saw. She stepped back, inviting him in without words, and tried to control her rather excitable response to his presence. He had waited far less than hour to visit her, and that thrilled her. "Are you all settled back into your quarters?"
"All settled back in. It's weird having so much space again," he replied and she nodded in agreement, as the doors slid shut behind him. Suddenly his presence filled the space. She licked her suddenly dry lips as she moved away further into her room before she embarrassed herself by throwing her arms around his shoulders as if she really were the in love teenager she felt.
"I know, and no sounds of the Infirmary. It is nice to be out of there," she added.
"Everything back in place here?" He asked as he stopped in the middle of the main room, looking round with interest.
She smiled at that. "Yes, the last time you were in here, Lorne was unconscious on the floor and we left through the broken window." He grinned at her as she gestured to where Lorne had lain and then over towards the repaired window.
"Poor Lorne," John said, pulling on the threads of guilt she still felt regarding her former treatment of the Major and that John regularly teased them both about.
"Was there something that you wanted?" She replied, lifting her tone to sound indifferent, but also to tease him that she knew that his presence here had little to do with remembering how she had injured Major Lorne. Feeling confident enough to tease him in this regard felt amazingly freeing. His lifted eyebrow and the faintest pink over his cheekbones only fired her heady thrilled feelings further.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to join me on a walk out along the west pier," he replied, sounding indifferent now, teasing in turn. "But, now…"
She smiled at the playfulness. "A walk sounds wonderful," she replied honestly. She had so missed the fresh air and sea breeze.
"We'll have to take the transporter and stairs though," John added, as he moved closer "Not the window this time."
She glanced over at the window as he took another step closer to her, bringing him right up into her personal space. She smiled as she looked up at him, tilting her head back further to look up at him so close. His eyes were darker now and his gaze lifted from her lips to her eyes as he smiled back down at her.
"That sounds very good to me," she managed to reply though her thoughts were already drifting away from her and only the prospect of sharing another kiss with him filled her mind. On reflection, she considered that perhaps her comment had referred more to the offer of another kiss than the means by which they would start their walk.
John certainly needed no further invitation, for he leant closer, his chin dipping as she rose up eagerly towards his descending lips. She reached up with one hand as their lips touched, setting her fingers to the strong line of his chin and jaw. His lips were as warm and tantalising as she remembered from earlier and, as with last time, she felt her thoughts shut down as his lips parted against hers inviting a deepening. The extra warmth of his hands touched against her arms, sliding slowly around her back as the warm heat of his mouth ghosted across her lips. She drew in the faint taste of him as she slid her lips over the fullness of his lower lip, and pressed deeper into the inviting warmth of his mouth. His tongue met hers in greeting as his hands pressed flat against her back, pulling her closer to him.
As she slid her tongue against his, learning and discovering further the taste and feel of him, her heart hammering in her chest, she trailed her fingertips from the strong line of his jaw, down his throat, over the bump of sinew and his collarbone to the wide warm expanse of his broad chest. He tilted his head, slanting his mouth against hers, and pushed the kiss deeper. She heard her own whimper in response to that, aware that she now had full handfuls of his shirt in her hands as she pressed herself up tighter against his strong body.
His kiss intoxicated her, loosening her mind and her body, leading to the crumbling away of awareness of anything outside of his touch, his tongue against hers and his lips against hers, pressing, massaging, tasting, and sucking. It was a constant flowing dance of sensation that filled her senses to almost breaking point, and, as before in the Infirmary Lab's bathroom, they lost themselves into the kiss. However, now there would be no disturbance, no people moving around too close, no threat of guards or a doctor interrupting them. They were entirely alone…finally.
She was aware of that new freedom on some level, and suspected it informed the relaxed way that he slid his hands over her back, one dipping under the lower hem of her top to slide across the skin of her lower back. The heat of his hand burned excitedly against her skin, sending thrills through her body. She needed more skin contact with him, and slid her hands under the collar of his shirt, across his shoulders and upper back. Bunched muscles under her touch shifted as his arms encircled her further, holding them closer, one of his hands still under her top, caressing low across her back.
His mouth parted from hers, nuzzling across her cheek to dip down her throat. Her eyes closed and her head leant aside, supported in his strong hand, she lost herself into his nuzzling kiss down her throat. She was on the very edge of losing herself to this, of stripping away thought…and clothing…touching, needing. Flashing memories of shared passion with him under the water tank filled her thoughts. She reached further under his shirt with one hand, sliding down his upper back as far as she could reach, feeling the difference of human skin as compared to the textured scales she recalled from before. She wanted to feel that warm male skin against hers, desperately so. For so long she had wanted this…
She tightened her hands against his skin, overwhelmed with delight and long anticipated desire, but also burning love so intense in that moment that it broke through much of the spell in which she had been adrift. She tilted her head back up against his, sighing out breathily as she slid her arms around the height of his shoulders holding them close. John nuzzled into her throat, his arms wrapping around her in return, enclosing them in a tight embrace. There were no more kisses, just arms around each other and the drawing in of each other, yet lingering on the border of passion.
His breath was a long warm rush against the side of the neck and it tingled against her skin causing a ripple through her. She felt his smile against her throat as he felt her shiver, and his hands flexed ever so slightly against her.
"You still want to go on that walk?" He asked against her neck. His tone suggested the question was honestly meant, but also that he, like her, would prefer another way of spending their time together. She smiled at the level of humour in his voice as she opened her eyes and shifted against him, pulling her hands back from around his neck to cup his jaw in her hands. He lifted up from her throat to look down at her. His eyes looked slightly glazed, but sharp enough with humour and perhaps the edges of controlled disappointment.
She cupped his jaw fully, enjoying the strong edges comfortably fitting in each hand, his full attention on her, unwavering and full of potential. She stroked her thumbs against his checks, allowing her desire to build along with her affection at being able to touch him so openly.
She remembered clearly their lack of control during their time under the water tank, the freedom in releasing oneself totally to an experience, to the basic mating needs to take and give, enjoy and taste. She had wondered before if she should live her life more open to her deeper feelings, to be more like her bug-like self, but stood with him now, his hands holding her upright as much as she held his jaw in her hands, she knew that a middle ground would be far more sensible and desirable. She desired John, more fully than she had realised before today, but it was not a complete animal lust as her bug-self had felt, there was love here as well. She wanted to enjoy pleasure with him, not just by his hands.
Her mind focused and very conscious of her actions, she leant forward and pressed her lips softly to his. The intoxicating spell still lingered, but she kept her senses focused, wanting to consciously feel every tiny detail in kissing him. He met her kiss equally, but there was an element of passiveness to it, for he was waiting for her response, her decision for them to leave to enjoy a walk out in the sea air. She pulled from the kiss, smiled softly at him and pressed in another light kiss to his warm lips. It was the most wonderful experience to kiss John.
"I will walk anywhere with you, John," she told him softly, as she stroked his cheeks again with the pads of her thumbs.
She saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes, which she felt slightly herself at her honest confession, but it was important for her – to move forward honestly. However, she also saw that he understood her words, that he felt the depth of them.
He broke eye contact for a moment before returning it, and his hands slid together at her back allowing slightly more space between their bodies, not that he actually pulled back from her. She held still, now the one waiting for his response, but though she felt an element of concern, she was happy at the honesty of the moment. She slid her hands from his jaw down to rest on his upper chest, fingering the collar of his shirt slightly, his skin a glowing warmth through it. She watched him take a breath, which pressed them closer together within the circle of his arms.
"I think we've spent enough time out on the piers," he replied with a soft deep voice.
Her pleasure at his response was mixed with the undercurrents of his response – not just a reference to the obvious invitation for a walk, and their time running together as their bug-selves, but also possibly to the nature of their distance from each other, from what could be between them. She was a little surprised at his almost poetic response, and the possible suggestion that it meant that he had wanted this for some time as well, but then he cut through the profound moment with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, bringing humour in through the deeper feelings, softening and easing it for them both. She laughed lightly at the display of his humour, enjoying not just the openness he showed about the changing situation between them, but that his humour brought a beautiful ease to the situation.
She leant closer to him, allowing the warmth of his body to sink into hers and enjoying the rumble of his own chuckle through his chest. She slipped her fingers into the open space of his shirt collar to slide her fingers down through the visible patch of chest hair to his warm skin beneath. She had wanted to do that for so long, ever since she had first seen him wear an open collared shirt so many years ago. As she pressed her fingertips to his chest, she felt the faint expansion of his chest as he breathed in, and then he was leaning down to her, his nose brushing against her cheek. She closed her eyes at the soft teasing brush of lips against her skin and another long in breath that implied he drew in her scent. She smiled as she leant against him and he pressed a small kiss to her cheek before pulling back, and she looked up at him happily.
He held her gaze for several long minutes, and then he very purposefully dropped his gaze to her lips. She in turn slid her gaze to his, and he leant down to begin another kiss. As their mouths began another dance, this time it was calmer but no less passionate. His hands, back under her top's lower hem, now both slid up her back together, pulling her top up with the long smooth caressing stroke. It was the opening move of their new dance and she pulled her hands from his neck to lift her arms up over her head for him. He broke the kiss to pull her top up over her, but once it was freed from her hands and thrown aside, their mouths met again. She slid her hands into his hair, sliding her fingers through the locks to his scalp, massaging as his hands slid back down her now entirely bare back. She felt him register that as his hands paused around her middle where a bra strap would normally have been found, except she had worn a top with support enough inside it that she had been naked beneath it. His kiss shifted deeper with that revelation, his hands sliding across her back, caressing, feeling, and exploring.
She leant right in against him as they kissed long deep kisses, passionate, but not with complete abandon as before, this was a conscious shared enjoyment. As she enjoyed his touch across her back and his mouth against hers, she worked on the buttons of his shirt, freeing them downwards. Once they were all open, she pulled back enough to slide her hands across his chest, so appealingly strong and lean with attractive lines of muscle and hair. Then she leant forward against him once more, now between the opened edges of his shirt to press her bared chest to his.
He uttered a growling arousing sound into their kiss as she did so, his hands sliding right around her, holding her tight against him as they both felt her hardened nipples pressed tight against his chest. The kiss deepened, growing a little faster and wetter as his hands caressed round to her ribs, teasing the plumped sides of her breasts where they were pressed to his chest. She pulled from him enough to allow his hands to slide between them, cupping her breasts, and as their kiss ended slowly and enticingly, she kept her eyes closed enjoying the massaging teasing of her nipples. When she parted her eyes enough to look up at John, she saw his gaze directed down at her chest, his breathing clearly faster as he so softly stroked her sensitive skin.
She reached the tiny distance between them to run her hands over his chest in turn, glorying in being able to run her fingers along the appealing lines of muscle across his chest, pushing away the edges of his shirt further as she did to expose more of his skin. She ached to press her mouth to his chest, to taste his skin, to give pleasure, but for now she held back to watch as she pushed his shirt from his shoulders, as his arousing fingers stroking her aching breasts.
As she ran her palms over the height of his shoulders, she reached the point where he had to release her to remove his shirt, but she felt his resistance and saw his smile at his unwillingness to withdraw his touch from her breasts just yet. She smiled in turn, so glad that her body pleased him, but she wished to see more of his in turn. As a compromise, she reached to one of his hands, pulling it from her chest to free one sleeve of his shirt at a time, but he took the hint this time and released her to roll his shoulders and pull away his shirt. The rolling action did the most interesting things to the lines of his chest and stomach, and so she slid her hands over those areas and felt the flexing of his body under her touch.
John muttered a few curses at his shirt, which was resisting quick removal, and as he twisted to focus on pulling his wrist free of a sleeve, she chuckled up at him. He pulled a face at her laughing at him, but she could see he was enjoying himself and she was delighted in his eagerness, which she shared. His hands finally free of clothing, his shirt falling to the floor at their feet, he reached for her again. She slid her hands around his sides, pulling their chests back together again. She chuckled again his murmured sound of enjoyment, but in playful retaliation, he slid one of his hands down between them, sliding straight down her belly, over the front of her trousers, to dip down between her legs, cupping her. She grasped in sudden delight at the erotic playfulness, and at the most arousing of touches, even through the layers of her trousers and underwear. He had made his intention most clear and it thrilled her through her bones. She felt his smile against her lips as he began a new teasing kiss.
There were no more subtleties of intention now, no pretences. They desired one another, he wished to lie with her now, and she wished the same. They had technically already shared a form of lovemaking, but she knew that their 'mating' as their former bug selves did not truly count. Now, it was the two of them fully themselves again, making a conscious and meaningful decision in this physical sharing. That fact alone was almost as arousing for her as his kiss and the pressure of his hand between her legs.
She pressed up further against him, allowing herself to let go that little bit more and communicate to him how much she wanted this. She ran her hands over his back, enjoying the wide expanse of his naked skin, loving the freedom to touch, explore and enjoy him.
Between her thighs, his fingers flexed and rubbed gently, teasing her at how his touch would truly feel against her flesh and not blocked by her clothes. He pressed his fingertips closer, right where they could penetrate if not for material. She broke her lips from his, losing herself in that intimate touch and promise, but his lips lingered against hers, nipping gently. She could hear the shaking quality to her breath as she sighed with pleasure, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he slid his mouth across her cheek to the warmth of her neck. She tilted her head aside, the licking kisses down the side of her throat bursting more arousal through her system.
"John," she uttered breathily, a request as much as an expression of delight.
She tightened her arms around him, her hands cupping his shoulders, feeling the fierce strength of him contained in the bunched muscles. Tilting her head forward, she opened her eyes to look at the tight dark space between them, the shadowed lines of muscle and sinew of his throat and upper chest. As she slid her hands around his shoulders to touch those tempting areas, his breath hot against her ear, the darker shadow of the healing bite wound became apparent.
His hand slid out from between her legs, sliding around to her belly, allowing her to press fully up against him again, as his other hand grasped at her backside assisting that closer fit. The very clear evidence of his heightened arousal was a ridge of pressure against her, frizzling her heart rate higher, and he whispered her name into her ear as he pulled her even tighter to him.
She tilted her head down to watch her fingers slide over the darker patch of skin that outlined her bite. The memory of biting him had been mainly full of regret and shame; however, arousal brought forth a far more primitive reaction. She could not imagine herself ever hurting him that way again, yet as she grazed her fingertips over the tiny shapes of her individual tooth marks, she felt a shudder pass through her.
On impulse she bent the small distance and pressed her lips to the wound she had caused him, which had so altered their relationship. The possessive recollection of marking him with a bite may no longer make as much sensual sense to her, but sliding her lips and then her tongue over the mark was profoundly arousing.
John tensed at the first touch of her mouth to the wound, but clearly not due to concern at a repeat of her bite, for his hands only tightened around her. As she circled her tongue around the circle of the bite and then breathed across the raised wound, John shuddered violently against her. One of his hands rushed up the back of her neck, pulling and leaning down to press his mouth eagerly to hers. She met the lustful kiss with abandon of her own, feeling empowered by his reaction as by her own acceptance of her feelings over her actions in biting him.
An acceptance of sorts had clearly hit John, for his hands were now sliding between their bodies, intent only on breaking open the fastening of her trousers, whilst keeping their kiss going. His tongue penetrating deep into her mouth, his breathing loud and as desperate as her own, as she reached to assist him in freeing her clothes, only to reconsider and she reached for the fasting of his trousers.
They broke their kiss, waistbands loosened, clothing falling from hips. She ran her hands under the fabric of his trousers assisting them free by sliding her hands down and around his hips to his backside. Thick solid muscle and thigh slid under her hands, as his own warm wide palms shed her of her trousers. He gripped her backside and lifted her slightly as he turned slightly and dropped down. She moved towards the floor with him, pressing her body to his, letting his body guide and support hers as she ran her hands around the front of his freed groin to slide her hands over the aching length of his arousal. His mouth met hers ardently again, seeking the mating that she felt equally, which beat through her veins as she stroked him, as they knelt together.
She twisted her legs, freeing her calves and feet from her fallen trousers, whilst keeping as close to him. She gripped one of his hips to steady herself, for he was not assisting her attempt at full nudity, for his hand had snaked its way back up her inner thigh and cupped her once again. She held still at the first touch, her eyes tightly squeezed shut as his fingers pressed against her sensitive aching flesh. She moaned in delight and then gasped as his fingers penetrated deeper, for clearly he was as eager as she was to fill the deep aching within her.
His other hand slid around her back, his arm holding her to him as he pressed her backwards to the thick rug spread across the floor behind her. As she lay back, pulling at his shoulders to keep him with her, she opened her eyes to the most wonderful sight of John bent over her, his eyes glazed in passion and his lips parted around faster aroused breaths.
"We need…" she managed to gasp as he pulled his fingers from her intimate flesh, lying down further over her. He was nodding already though, his attention breaking from her to look down their bodies and she heard the crackle of a packet. He lifted it to his teeth and pulled it open.
She kicked away the last clinging hold of her trousers from around her feet and shifted one leg through the small space under John as he had lifted to secure their protection. Her legs now on either side of him, she lifted her knees around him, and he bent back down over her at the same time as she wrapped her legs around his back.
She reached up and pulled him down over her fully, guiding his mouth to hers by his jaw as she pulled him down over her with her lower legs. He shifted over her briefly, his fingers at her centre once more then to be replaced by the thick head of his manhood. She slid her hands down his body as he slid further up over her, pushing himself slowly into her.
Their mouths parted from their kisses and he settled his weight fully over her, resting his weight on his arms. She met his gaze as he pushed deeper and she reached his hips and backside, pulling him into their joining.
He stretched her deliciously, pushing at the edge of discomfort, but she knew that would not last. She saw him bite his lower lip, dazed pleasure dimming his gaze, and his eyes slid shut for a moment as he settled deeply into place within her. She lifted up to graze her mouth against his jaw, running her hands across his lower back, holding him to her as she adjusted to his presence in her body. There was the faintest hint of growing stubble against her sensitive lips as she teased them against his chin. He dipped his chin, his lips grazing against her, his breath mixing with hers.
"Teyla," he whispered as he captured her lower lip between his and simultaneously pulled his length partly from her. Sensitive aroused tissues allowed his departure, but unlike before in their previous mating under the water tank, he was free to leave her body, to move as he wished. She felt his awareness of that difference as she was, for he paused at his former limit, only to push back inside her. Her moan jumped from her throat without restraint, and as he repeated his long deep thrust, she grasped hold of him, her knees high around him. She was already nearing the peek of desire, her entire body hovering nearly beyond her control.
He pushed back into her, but paused, holding himself still and her at the precipice of orgasm. She clutched hold of him, her fingers digging into his ribs, her body aching with pleasure, but not yet quite at absolute release. She tipped her head back against the rug soft beneath her, arching her breasts up tighter against John's chest as she did.
His breath ghosted hotly against the side of her throat, his tongue sliding against her skin, and then his teeth gently biting the thicker muscle of her neck. She almost bucked under him, her groan proclaiming to him how sensitive that area of her neck was, as was the near breaking point of his kiss and bite. She felt his murmured growl of appreciation, her name on his lips again as he rocked his pelvis against hers, rubbing them together further.
"Yes, John," she heard herself whimper, all control now surrendered.
He pulled from her and pushed in deeply, adding the rock again, lifting her backside up from the rug slightly. She wrapped her lower legs around his middle, then higher up so that her knees bumped against the back of his arms. He thrust again, his hands now under her neck and in her hair. He licked up over the line of her jaw to kiss her cheek and then nipped at her lips. She reached further down his glorious shifting body, reaching for the fullness of his backside, urging him deeper to fill her entirely over and over again. He pulled from her, pushing the full muscular roundness of his backside deeper into her hands. She gripped tighter and squeezed as he stroked back into her. She broke their kiss with a loud panting moan, and his pace abruptly accelerated. She pressed her cheek against his as they moved together, both seeking of each other, lost in the purest instinct of mating, but now purely human and totally succumbing completely to it.
As the crest of blissful release hovered sharply, she clutched tightly to John, holding herself to him, his arms now under her upper back, a hand still tight in her hair. His breath was hot and held his own barely restrained release, as he buried into her, keeping as close as possible with short abrupt thrusts, rocking them together.
Nothing could hold back the spiralling breaking potential anymore and the wave broke suddenly seemingly throughout her entire body. She cried out for sure, throwing her head back, arching up against him, as the ecstasy engulfed her. She abandoned herself entirely to it, John her only island of solid awareness as the sea of pleasure washed her entire awareness.
She was aware of her tightening grip of John, outside and in, and his heavy thrust and the sudden supersensitive pause as he rode her release and then surrendered to his own. He shuddered powerfully with her, his arms locked around her, his brow against her lifted cheek as he groaned out his passion.
His shudders mixed with hers, their arms clamped around each other, fingers buried deep into flesh.
Deep overwhelming warmth infused through her body, relaxing and soothing what pleasure driven tension had held tight. With a heavy sigh of delighted bliss, she relaxed her hold on him, her spine returning fully to the floor under her, her lower legs only remaining raised for they were draped across John's back. Aftershocks shivered through her body as she sighed again, every part of her warm and relaxed, from her toes to her scalp.
With a half groan half moan, John arrived at the same total relaxation, his full body weight pressing over her for a moment before he shifted away. She wrapped her arms back around him to prevent him moving too far, but he only slumped part of his weight to the side, keeping his arms around her and his head resting into the crook of her neck.
She slid her hands over his shoulders and turned into him, keeping their bodies as tightly pressed as she could whilst being so relaxed as such an angle.
His chin lifted from the upper swell of her breast to graze across her cheek and she pressed her lips to his.
It was a slow, rather breathless kiss on both sides, but it was wonderful and perhaps the most intimate and loving kiss she had ever shared.
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