A/N: Just watching SG-1's Window of Opportunity and deciding to write a continuation of Not Just An Argument, remember… if you want more, you must review.
A/N: Yes, I know this is blackmail, deal with it.
John couldn't wait. As soon as he and Teyla were away from the gate room, he grabbed her and kissed her. She tried to push away.
"John, we can't not here." Her voice was strained.
John wasn't about to be denied. "I don't care." He kissed her again, drawing her into his arms. She vainly tried to push away, the last bits of her common sense being drained away in his kiss.
They were in a little used corridor. He hadn't waited till they'd reached the transporter. They hadn't bothered arguing this time; she had simply been so glad that he was alive.
They cleaned up his arm wound before they'd returned to Atlantis and he knew he only had precious few minutes before he'd be called back to the infirmary. They didn't have time to go and hide.
He kissed her down the length of her neck. She moaned in intense pleasure as he made contact with her soft skin. He wanted nothing more than her right now; he didn't care about the consequences; he didn't care about anything else.
They slumped against the wall. He lifted her off her feet in his arms. He hugged her intensely as she seemed to melt. He loved it when she melted. It invigorated him. After several intense moments, he forced himself to release her.
She took a moment to compose herself. She was grateful that she'd worn her hair in a loose ponytail today. "We have to be more careful." She said.
"Yeah…." John admitted. He composed himself, turning his radio back on. "But I needed that."
Teyla nodded. "So did I. I was worried about you." She drew him into a kiss.
He returned it. "I was terrified when I saw you on the ground." He shook his head. "I couldn't lose you."
"And I could not lose you." Teyla smiled gentle as she stroked his back. "But you must get to the infirmary." She turned and walked down the hall.
He was tempted to follow her. He was in control of his common sense. He turned back and headed down the hall. He was halfway back to the gate room when Elizabeth called. "John, why aren't you in the infirmary?"
"I'm on my way." John replied. "I just got sidetracked."
"I've been trying to contact you for the last twenty minutes!" Elizabeth said seriously.
"Okay, I accidentally turned off my radio, happy?" John tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice. He just wanted some privacy. He wouldn't ever tell exactly what he actually did, sometimes for hours, after a mission. That was his secret and Teyla's too. He just hoped he could keep it a secret.