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Chapter 4

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John approached Weir's office wondering for the fifth time what she needed to see him about. It was his night off and he so seldom took advantage of that. And of course when he actually had something he really wanted to do, she needed to discuss something.

He knocked lightly on the outside of the door frame and she looked up. "Colonel Sheppard," she greeted him formally and indicated that he come in and have a seat.

"Dr. Weir," John was just as formal, sensing this was business by her tone of voice and serious expression. "Is everything all right?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you, Colonel," she started. "I wanted to ask about you and Teyla."

John was surprised at that question as she'd gotten Beckett's report that they had merely been stunned albeit quite a few times. And she had seen them both throughout the day and for quite a while at the debrief for their last mission.

John shrugged. "Well, Teyla's ankle is still pretty sore but she seems to be getting along with the crutches for now. It may be another week or so before she's ready for active duty again but she's perfectly fine for light duty around here."

Weir gave a pinched smile. "That's great but I already knew that."

John didn't know what she was after but figured he'd let her get around to it in her own time. She was usually pretty direct.

"I was actually wondering about you and Teyla and your new relationship," she finally said quietly.

John's eyes narrowed and he wondered how she had found out about that already. Did she have spies around the city who had seen them on their 'date' tonight?

"I stopped by the infirmary early this morning after Dr. Becket reported that you had finally woken up," she informed him casually. "It was right around the time that Ronon was delivering you both something to eat."

John thought back to what Ronon had interrupted this morning and he took a deep breath in at the thought that Elizabeth had seen that. The question was what did she think about it? He looked curiously at her but her expression gave nothing away.

"I'm wondering if you think it's such a good idea, Colonel."

John didn't miss the fact that she was still referring to him with his military title. He didn't think that was a good thing.

John gave a half grin, the boyish one that usually got her over to his side. He hoped it would still work in this situation. "Why should it be a problem?"

Weir's eyes got all squinty the way they usually did when she was trying to make a point. "Why should it be a problem?" her voice came out a bit harsher than she had intended but sometimes John Sheppard just didn't see logic. "How about because you're her superior and her commanding officer. That could greatly compromise the chain of command."

John took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He knew he had to present his defense reasonably and sensibly.

"First of all, Dr. Weir, Teyla is not military or even from our planet, so technically she doesn't need to follow our orders. Second, as for being her superior, I don't really see myself that way. Teyla is a leader among her own people and as such is probably held in higher regard than someone like myself who is only responsible for part of our population. And I think I can honestly say she's far superior to me physically, as much as I hate to admit that, and she's way beyond me when it comes to experience and knowledge of this galaxy and its people."

John paused for another breath and took a moment to assess how Weir was handling this information. She was listening but he could tell she wasn't swayed yet.

"I don't see myself as Teyla's commanding officer, either. I feel she's much more my equal in every way. Because of her expertise and skills I wanted her on my team but I'm well aware, as I'm sure you are, too, that she could just walk away from us at any time without any notice or reason. She doesn't owe us anything. So I'm thrilled that she's consented to be on my team and even happier that she respects my decisions and follows them. Therefore chain of command shouldn't really be an issue either."

Weir's eyes remained narrow and she responded, "All right, Colonel, I'll concede that point. But I'm still not convinced that having a relationship with someone you work with is a good idea. I don't need you risking your life or doing crazy things because she's in danger."

John gave a little chuckle. "Like when she was sucked into that machine by Jamus and I flew the shuttle down to the planet to save her?"

Weir's eyes widened. "Yes, exactly like that."

"Except that was before we were in a relationship," John pointed out. "Or maybe you mean something like when I allowed you to talk me into being inhabited by some alien entity who ended up on a rampage almost killing everyone in the city."

Weir actually cringed at that statement but John didn't let her finish. "Or maybe like when I convinced Caldwell to go and rescue Ronon from his planet. Or the several times I flew into a hive ship to blow it up to save the city." John saw her expression change in comprehension as he continued and put the final example out there.

"Or when I allowed myself to be fed upon by a freakin' Wraith to save a damn Genii." He stopped for a quick breath. "What you have to understand, Elizabeth," he resorted to using her first name hoping for some personal connection, "is that I do crazy things all the time for everyone and having a relationship with Teyla won't really change that."

He could see Elizabeth about to say something so he rapidly continued, "Yes, Teyla and I have finally admitted that we have feelings for each other, feelings that are more than just friends. But what you have to understand is these feelings didn't just appear yesterday. I know you think we'll start acting differently on missions and endanger lives but the fact is that the feelings I have for Teyla are the same as they were two weeks ago and two years ago. They haven't changed. So I seriously doubt that I'm going to start treating her differently on missions just because I finally got the nerve up to tell her."

He watched as Weir's face went through a range of emotions. He could almost tell what she was about to say next, she was so transparent.

"And you don't have to worry that your Military Commander is going to all of a sudden start making out in the hallway like a randy teenager. I think you know me better than that. I'm not really one for putting my emotions and feelings out there on display and that's not going to change because I actually admitted to myself that I still have some. I don't want to hide our relationship but I'm damn sure not going to flaunt it. You have my word on that."

John sat back and stayed quiet now. He figured he'd given her enough to chew on. Now he just had to see if she could swallow it. It was several minutes before she stopped staring at him and lowered her hands from their clenched position in front of her face.

She gave a tiny smile. "Okay, John," she said and John relaxed a bit when he heard her use his first name. "I still have some concerns but I'm willing to overlook them. You made a lot of really good points and so I won't push the issue. I can't guarantee what the SGC or the IOA will say when they find out. And I won't hide it from them either but I will stand by you and defend your arguments as I think they're valid."

She gave him a bigger smile and pointed to the door. "Now go and finish your date and apologize to Teyla for me for interrupting it."

John stood up and grinned his crooked, charming grin. "Thanks. I will."

Elizabeth watched him go and sighed. She knew she was feeling envy at the fact that he and Teyla now had someone to lean on and comfort when they needed it. As the boss of everyone she really couldn't find that here. Maybe what she needed was a strong leader from some other planet so she could have an equal partner too. She chuckled at the thought but as she opened her laptop to begin some routine paperwork her mind began drifting to the civilizations they'd met so far and the people who governed them.

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John swept his hand over Teyla's door crystals and was surprised to find it open.

"Teyla," John called out as he passed through the doorway and it closed behind him. Her quarters were lit with many candles as usual and he loved how soft and feminine it was with all the draped fabric hanging on the walls and the furry blankets on her bed. Not that he wanted his quarters to look that way but it definitely suited her and made it warmer and homier.

He turned and saw her limp out of the bathroom wearing only a light, silky robe. It definitely wasn't Athosian . He just stood and stared and let out a heavy breath at the thought that perhaps he could actually see what was under that robe.

"I thought I would get a bit more comfortable while you were meeting with Dr. Weir. Was it very important?"

John wasn't sure he wanted Teyla to know that Elizabeth disapproved of them being together. Or had. He still didn't know if he had managed to convince her altogether.

"She thought it was important. I convinced her that it was really minor and she didn't need to worry about it. But let's discuss this very cute, little robe you have on, and how I might get you to actually remove it."

Teyla laughed a sweet, little laugh. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You need only ask, John."

"Really," John looked excited. "That simple, huh?"

"My aim is to please you. I hope yours is similar."

"Oh, definitely," John panted. "What can I do to please you first?"

Teyla's eyes lit up. "You may remove your shirt."

John smirked and loved that she was getting right to the point. He reached down and swiftly unbuttoned the front and slid the shirt off his shoulders. He walked toward Teyla and dropped it on a nearby chair. He wasn't sure the rest of his clothes would be that neatly placed.

When he stood right in front of her she reached an almost timid hand to touch his chest and shuddered when it finally made contact.

"I have a confession to make," Teyla admitted.

"Really, is it one I'm gonna like?" John questioned.

"Perhaps," Teyla answered and ran her hand down from his shoulders to his pectorals and then followed the line that arrowed down to his pants. "I must confess that I have had a great desire to touch your chest ever since I saw it when the Iratus bug was attached and I needed to cut your shirt open. It was hardly the time to have such thoughts and I felt ashamed for quite some time."

"And now?" John teased.

"Now I am thankful for the opportunity to not only see it again but to actually explore."

"I'd like the opportunity to explore as well," John added.

"I believe it is your turn to ask for something pleasing," Teyla informed him.

John's face almost looked pained. "Oh, I'd ask for the robe to disappear but I'm not sure I'd survive it."

Teyla began to untie the belt. "You are strong, John. I believe you will endure."

She pulled the sides open and allowed the robe to slide from her shoulders and slink to the floor. She stood before him in only a pair of lacy black panties.

His breath actually shook. "God, Teyla, where in hell did you get those? They can't possibly be Athosian."

Teyla ran her hands seductively over the black lace and whispered, "They are not Athosian. Laura Cadman had a magazine and was ordering some and asked if I would like some as well. She said they made one feel quite feminine." Teyla's hands continued to caress the undergarment. "I believe she was correct. Do you think so, John?"

John couldn't tear his gaze away from her slim hips and taut abs encased in the skimpy material. He tried not to think about the fact that Cadman was walking around in something similar. He swallowed hard and raised his eyes to Teyla's perfectly rounded breasts and perky pink nipples standing at attention and certainly asking for attention. All he could do was nod at her question.

His breathing had definitely gotten faster and he wondered if he might hyperventilate before they actually got to the good part. But he had to admit this part was pretty damn fantastic. Teyla's hands had returned to his chest and resumed their journey up and down.

"I think I would like the pants next, John. If you are still trying to please me."

John wasn't sure he could take his eyes away from her long enough to actually find his button and zipper. He needn't have worried; Teyla found them, chuckling, "Do you require assistance?"

John swallowed as he felt her hand slide down his zipper and move over his manhood, albeit with his boxers in between. His hands took control and pushed them down his legs and only stopped when he realized he still had sneakers on. He toed them off quickly and kicked the offending garment away. Yeah, that shirt was definitely the only thing that would be unwrinkled in the morning.

He suddenly stopped. The morning? Would Teyla want him to stay over until the morning? They had slept in each other's arms yesterday but they hadn't really had another option. Maybe she would think that was moving too fast, sleeping over. Maybe she didn't want that kind of a commitment.

Did he? He'd never really been a stay around until morning kind of guy except with Nancy and they had eventually gotten married. But thinking about it now, he came to the realization that he really did want to stay with her all night long. He wanted her by his side day and night and every minute they could be together.

He looked at her beautiful form standing so casually in front of him and knew he would do what he had to in order for her to desire him next to her for a very long time. The way she was staring at him in only his shorts, he actually felt hopeful that she would.

He started to reach a hand out to touch her when he thought he really needed to wait. There were so many more ways he could get excited without even touching her. He lowered his hand and said, "My turn. I want you on the bed. And as you got both sneakers and pants in that last one, I get two. Lose the lace, as nice as it is."

Teyla narrowed her eyes but turned and sashayed as best she could with her tender ankle. She slipped onto the soft cover, slid the panties off her hips and down her long slender legs and tossed them in the growing pile on the floor. She reclined to stretch her arms above her head, hoping to taunt John to actually touch her. But for some reason he wanted to continue looking. She would allow it, for now.

"And I would like you to remove your shorts," Teyla commanded and John got excited at her insistent tone. He tugged on the waistband and slid them down his thighs to drop on the floor. He kicked them away, not really caring where they went.

It was Teyla's turn to take a deep breath in. John stood before her and it was quite obvious that he was fully aroused and ready to fulfill her every need. He moved to kneel on the end of the bed and stare at Teyla. She was leaning back on her elbows and her legs were bent and her knees were swept to one side. He wanted to see where he was going and hoped she wouldn't refuse his next request.

"Open for me, Teyla, please." The last word was almost a plea.

She paused and John wondered if she felt uncomfortable doing this. He'd never make her. They could do something else. But her sassy grin appeared again and her knees rose as her legs spread for him giving him a view of where he wanted to be.

His breath hitched and he knew this back and forth was going to have to stop right now. He crawled toward her in the middle of the bed and sat between her feet, sweeping his gaze up and down her body, spread for him like a fine meal. One he intended to savor and enjoy to the very end.

His hands started at her feet and tenderly touched and stroked then moved up her shapely legs. He caressed and explored her thighs then lowered his head to touch his tongue to one of her puckered nipples. Teyla's head fell back and a whimper erupted from her mouth. John knew he wanted to hear more.

He pulled in the nipple and started to suck and her moans grew in intensity and volume. His hands took hold of her hips then roamed to her inner thighs where he dipped a finger inside what she had so generously offered to him earlier.

Teyla arched her back and her breathing grew heavy, as heavy as his. His fingers continued to explore her warm, wet center as his lips roamed from breast to shoulder to neck and back. Her hands reached out and massaged and kneaded along his muscled torso and back and he could feel himself getting even harder though he wasn't sure how that was possible. She brought him to such extremes.

"John," Teyla breathed out his name harshly and he gazed at her rapturous face. "I wish for your lips to be where your hands are. If you do not mind."

The thought alone left John's speech incoherent and he thought he babbled some gibberish but he allowed his lips to trail down her torso and slowly take the place of his fingers. He kept the fingers there to help him gain better access, though.

His tongue found her soft folds and flicked back and forth on her feminine nub and he could hear her moans escalating. The sounds drove him further and he pushed his tongue inside as best he could. Teyla's cries deepened and her hands took hold of his head and ran through his hair, keeping him firmly in place.

John thought he might explode right here just tasting her and listening to her passionate noises. But he held it together knowing he wanted a very different ending for him than that. He had Teyla writhing and gyrating and knew she'd be done very soon. He kept at it and let his hands wander back up to her chest where he gently pulled and tugged on her nipples.

Teyla arched her back at the added sensation and cried out loudly, "John! Please!"

John focused and licked harder and felt Teyla's legs tighten around his neck and he knew she'd reached fulfillment. He eased slightly back once her muscles relaxed and moved to lie near her.

He rested his head against her shoulder and placed little kisses on her bare skin. Teyla's breathing was still erratic and tiny shivers shook her frame from aftershocks.

"Oh, John," Teyla panted breathlessly. "That was … I am not sure there are words to describe how that felt."

"Good?" John suggested and placed a kiss on her open lips.

Those lips curved into an amazing smile and replied, "Good is not strong enough a description. Suffice it to say it was more than satisfying and enjoyable."

"I'm glad," John responded and rained kisses on her shoulder and neck. As he did this he felt Teyla's hands begin to roam over his body and when one of them found his engorged shaft he sucked in a deep breath and shuddered himself.

"I believe it is your turn to receive pleasure," Teyla growled and pushed at John's shoulders until he was on his back gazing up at her seductive expression.

"If you insist," John grinned and saw Teyla stroke his erection then move her head toward his lower extremities.

She stroked a few more times then placed her lips on the tip and her tongue darted out to flick and surround it. John groaned and Teyla knew this was giving him pleasure. But she wanted to give him so much more. He had given her immense pleasure not only just now but yesterday while in the cave.

Her lips covered the soft end of his manhood and nipped and sucked and she felt John twitch at the sensation. She pulled it into her mouth further and caressed it with her tongue from inside. She then moved it in and out in a rhythm mimicking what she eventually wanted from this part inside her.

John's hands reached down to run through her hair and his own little groans escaped from his mouth as the pleasure grew and escalated. But she continued running her tongue up and down the side then drawing him inside and sucking more.

"You're killing me, Teyla," he moaned. "I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep this up."

Teyla leaned back and stroked with her hand this time as she purred, "I just need you to keep this up and I can perhaps give us both fulfillment together."

She proceeded to straddle him and then lower herself onto his stiffened member. He watched her face as she did this and saw intense gratification appear. He was feeling pretty happy himself especially when she began wiggling her hips and shifting them in all directions. The sight of Teyla's naked body riding him in passion wasn't something he had ever imagined happening.

Well, to be honest he had imagined it plenty but he didn't think he would ever have those fantasies come true. And this right now was better than any fantasy he had ever dreamed up. He just hoped it wasn't a dream and he wouldn't find himself waking up with the worst hard-on ever and no good way to fix it. But the sensations he was feeling were too powerful for them to be anything other than real.

He reached up and caressed her gorgeous mounds swaying in front of him. He lifted himself on his elbows then sat up a little more so he could suck on the tantalizing peaks.

Teyla pushed her fingers into his hair and held him close as he lavished attention on those feminine globes, her hips still moving sensuously over him. She had become fully aroused again and was reaching for the pinnacle.

John knew he was close and as Teyla cried out in ecstasy at her orgasm, he flipped her onto her back and thrust further inside her tight folds. He could feel her muscles clench and spasm around him and he pushed again and again, faster and faster until he was spiraling over the edge and falling back to earth.

His body sagged replete against her and her arms held him tight as her legs continued to stay wrapped around his hips. This was too perfect and he allowed the sensation to seep into him to keep in his memories forever. But he hoped it wouldn't be the only memory he would have of this experience with her.

Minutes passed as their breathing slowed and finally returned to normal. John turned on to his side pulling Teyla with him, their noses all but touching. His lips puckered and found hers for a brief kiss and he could feel her satisfied smile at the contact.

"I'm not sure even my dreams were that amazing, Teyla," John confessed and he wished she would have similar feelings.

"It most definitely lived up to and beyond my expectations," was Teyla's soft reply.

John held her close and closed his eyes wondering if she would want him to stay or get up and leave. But he was almost afraid to ask. What if she wanted him to leave? He knew most women wanted men to stay but Teyla was a completely different creature; independent, strong and unique in so many ways.

Teyla felt the warmth of John's arms surrounding her and thought it would be wonderful if she could feel those arms around her all through the night. But in her culture it was frowned on for the woman to make the advances. Would he want to give that kind of commitment to her? She felt a chill at the thought of turning him off by asking.

John felt her shudder and kissed her again. "Are you cold? Should we get under the covers or should I just get dressed again? Do you want some time to yourself?"

Now the ball was in her court and he held his breath waiting for her answer.

"I believe I would prefer under the covers," Teyla answered shyly.

"Me too," John added and sat up to pull down the blankets then up around the two of them. He lay back down and pulled her into his arms again. She rested her head on the arm he had around her back and looked up at his eyes that were focused on her. The emotion and caring she saw there made her stomach dip and her heart pick up again. She tried to put all her emotion in her eyes and hoped he could read it as well.

The smile that lit up his anxious face told her he had interpreted it correctly and was perfectly fine with it. Teyla decided to go against tradition and take a chance.

"I would be very pleased to have you stay here tonight, John."

John raised one eyebrow and grinned. "Well I'm all about pleasing you right now; any way I can. And I think I'd be pretty pleased by staying here tonight too. As long as you want me to, I'm here."

Teyla chuckled. "As long as I want you to? I am afraid you would never be allowed to leave then."

John snickered as well. "I suppose that could cause a few problems, not the first being eating and using the bathroom. Then I'm thinking Weir might have a few things to say about us neglecting our duty to stay here. We might have Rodney and Ronon pounding on the door every now and then as well."

John was enraptured by Teyla's sweet smile. "Then I suppose we should just do this when we have the time."

John squeezed Teyla tighter into his arms, closed his eyes and sighed. "That sounds great, Teyla. And I know I'll enjoy every second I have you right here next to me. I have to tell you, even though I don't really like running into the Wraith, I'm kind of thankful for this little situation we found ourselves in. We might have just kept on in our little avoidance world for who knows how long. And that would have been a shame."

"I agree, John," Teyla whispered, her voice growing weak with sleep. "If you had not needed to keep me distracted, we may have never realized our attraction for the other. And I will admit the distraction was most welcome and memorable."

John's eyes began to close as well but he gave her one last kiss before he succumbed to sleep. "Any time you need a distraction, Teyla, just let me know. I'm more than happy to oblige."

There were no distractions needed now as they both snuggled together and fell blissfully asleep in each other's arms.

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