For Wedj, who wanted more
MORE
By kariesue
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She watches his nude form cross the room and pull his clothes from the pile on the floor.
She stretches and gives a soft moan. He turns. His eyes roam over the curves that are exposed by the half draped sheet.
"You know I have to go."
Teyla doesn't answer; just allows the sheet to slip a bit further.
She knows the power she has.
He looks at the clothes again then drops them with a groan.
His lips and hands roam and explore as they did last night.
Teyla gives a satisfied smile.
He always comes back for more.
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