Timeline: Season one
Beta: Thanks to Dawn for the beta.

The Awful Truth

Droplets of Kate's sweat continued to fall onto her own sweat-soaked, sweltering, bruised skin as she yet again sunk her teeth into Kate's equally as pale, sweltering, bruised shoulder, again taking in Kate's taste.

Aside from the sweat, both women were covered in bruises, bite-marks, and scratches-each little skin-fragment claimed; sending out a clear message-that each woman owned the other.

Kate winced as she crashed into the panel, her grip tightened as Elizabeth's pace quickened.

"Elizabeth?" McKay's voice boomed out of the speakers.

"Not now, Rodney," Weir growled, reclaiming Kate's lips.

"Elizabeth?"

Another frustrated growl escaped her lips; she tore back, sweat dripping off her hands as she hit the communicator button. "What…"

"Don't stop," Kate pleaded, her warm breath drifting into Weir's ear. "I need you." She uttered, pulling Elizabeth closer.

A sly smile formed on Weir's lips as she restarted her speed.

"Hello! Elizabeth? Are you there?"

Kate buried herself into Weir's neck, her matted blonde hair sticking against Elizabeth's skin. Her nails sunk into Weir's flesh as a muffled moan escaped and her body began trembling at its release.

Weir smirked as she retouched the communicator, "Yes, Rodney. We're still here."

"Well, it'll take longer than we originally thought to get you out of the transporter…"

Rodney's words began to fade as a sly smile formed on Elizabeth's lips; she switched off the communicator, gazing desperately into blue eyes. "Now, I need you," she uttered, before claiming Kate's lips.

time-lapse

Weir entered the Athosian's quarters; she walked toward the younger woman, wrapping her arms around her waist. "Hey," she murmured, nipping at Teyla's earlobe. "I've missed you."

Teyla closed her eyes. "Are you in love with her?" she asked, crocking her head in Weir's direction, fully aware of Elizabeth's relationship with, Kate. And of course, the love-bites trailing across her neck made it a bit obvious.

"With whom?" she asked, brushing her lips against Teyla's.

"Kate."

Elizabeth pulled back, her lips twisted intensively. "I don't know," she admitted, holding Teyla's anguished gaze.

Teyla wriggled out of Elizabeth's grasp. "Are you in love with me?" she asked, pacing back and forth.

Weir ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know."

Teyla stopped, partially turning around. "And if you had to choose?"

Weir eyes closed, briefly. "Don't make me choose. I can't choose."

"You don't have to choose." Teyla replied, voice cracking.

Elizabeth grabbed her hand. "Please don't do this," she pleaded, "I need you."

Teyla held her anguished gaze. "You need me. You need Kate. You need us both. But you cannot have it both ways. You either need me or Kate. I cannot do this. Unlike Kate, I cannot share you with another person; she mightn't mind, but I do."

Weir gazed at her-again with anguish. "I can't choose, Teyla."

Teyla smiled weakly. "You mean to say that you won't choose. But, we both know who you would like to choose. And I wish it were me."