Part: 3/3

Rating: M

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He always reacted with a shocked start as she slid her mind in with his, and she felt his arms drop from behind his back and his hands grip her elbows in response to that initial invasion. It was the natural response of a mind, especially a strong one such as his, to close up and push back, resisting as he would against a Wraith invading his mind. She only needed to remind him that he was safe, that it was her, so she tightened her arms around his shoulders, holding his chest and face closer to her body.

"Surrender to me," she repeated, breathing down over his cheek, pressing her open lips to his skin and she felt him beginning to relax against her and so did his mind relax, if such a term could describe the sensation.

She had not known she could do this with anyone other than to invade a Wraith mind, but it had occurred to her that if a Wraith could enter a human's mind, so perhaps so could she. She and Kanaan had tried it years ago as an experiment for Dr Beckett, but it had been an uncomfortably intimate experience to touch minds and she had not enjoyed the work it had taken to keep Kanaan out of her thoughts, yet still communicate. However, with John she had developed it into something else. The intimacy and intensity of it was something entirely different for them. Each time they used it she found it easier and he seemed to relax far quicker to the invasion and steer his thoughts easier despite another mind with his. They had developed a way of working this, using the image of her quarters, where they were when they usually did this, and in which he could be clear that it was her and that he was safe and not under attack from a Wraith. She projected her image of them knelt in her quarters and he relaxed further, his hands loosening on her elbows.

The image of her quarters grew stronger as he mixed his image with hers, creating their safe room. He dropped his hands from her elbows to her hips, his hands relaxed and warm on her skin, though she could still feel some tension to his mind. That it was not easy and so intimate was why they did not engage in it too frequently, but tonight required it. Besides they both thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

The dark shadows and bright reds of her quarters clarified in the shared image and she felt the rush of his arousal through the connection as he grew more comfortable. She breathed with arousal of her own to feel his, knowing that he felt her reaction and that he in turn reacted to that. A circle that spun between them, feeding each other's feelings, and spiralling it all to new heights. Often they remained here, feeding and drawing on the other, letting it lead them, but not tonight.

"Show me your fantasy of her," she asked him, directing their connection.

He resisted, as he enjoyed the intertwining of sensations and wanted to hold her there, but also his resistance was normal. The safeguards of his mind unwilling to allow another further into his thoughts, out of the starting point of their safe room.

"Let us walk towards the door, John," she led him as she focused on the extra door imagined in their safe room.

She described it to him, and that through that imagined door there was another space in which he could show her things he chose. The doors that led to that space were made of dark, intricately carved wood and somehow a mixture of both their images of it. Shapes and symbols from both their differing cultures danced in the carvings. She focused on the handles of the doors, pulling them open with him.

Images flashed through her mind, scattered thoughts and feelings that were the normal reaction before he gained focus. She felt strange thoughts, of places she had never gone and quickly passing fleeting pieces of thoughts and feelings. She had shared memories with him in this space before, and had experienced his remembered sensation of how he felt to fly an Earth aircraft. She had felt the rush, the speed, the freedom and the control. She had caught images of fields, of desert or water below and turning above as the aircraft twisted under his control, and she had seen other craft rushing at them. Realising she had been distracted by those memories, as he had been, of what they had shared the last time they had shared this connection, she turned her attention.

"The other reality, see her, show her to me," Teyla commanded him softly.

The flashes of images shifted, and she saw parts of Atlantis, the Gate room, a lab and faces that were familiar, yet with very different attitudes animating them. His attention shifted, quickly through recalled visual recollections, jumping between moments as he ran through what he remembered and then she saw 'herself'. Not her though, another version just as he had said.

She saw the different hair, the grey coloured jacket she wore, and the expression in her eyes. Yes, his focus lingered there. It was always strange to see oneself through another's eyes, especially when 'she' was not really her. His emotions shifted and she felt his recalled interest, his curiosity in that other her and his amusement. Then a flash of the other Teyla's eyes widening, full of shock, but her face flushing, his focus there for a moment. She felt the comparisons in his mind, as he had thought how similar the two version of her were, how her lips were the same, her cheeks flushed with blood. Another remembered image encroached of herself lying beneath him, her head thrown back and gasping with pleasure. She pulled from that image a little and felt his amusement. She was aware of his hands gripping her hips far off against her real physical body. She felt the rush of response in her body and his enjoyment in that.

She refocused on the image of that other Teyla, who had been shocked at his scar, yet curious, her eyes slipping to his back again. Teyla felt her possessiveness rising, as if she could put herself into that memory and step between them. She formed the image, standing aggressively before him blocking that other woman's view of him.

The image shifted again to show the other one stood with her back practically pressed back against the doorway, and his attention sliding down her throat and focusing on the shadow between her breasts visible above the line of her top. She felt his arousal and his amusement at how the two women were one.

Then the thoughts tumbled and she saw barely formed memories of a party, of people moving around him, but he had not recalled or focused on those details. His attention had been on the woman partially reclined on the floor, men sliding their hands over her. She watched through his eyes as he recalled that first time as he had stood where she would be able to see him watching her. She also realised, seeing now through him, that from where he had stood he had been able to see between her legs when they had parted. He had not liked that another man's hand had blocked his view after that. She could feel that he had been conflicted about watching, nervous about letting her see him doing so, but really wanting to meet her eyes, for her to know, to share that moment.

The image shifted again as he placed the other Teyla there, the grey uniform in place, being removed by one of the men. The other's hair altered though, back into the longer darker of her own and then back again, as his mind put the two versions of her together in one place.

She had enough of that and pushed at his mind, directing a thought to go back to when he had met those other familiar faces in that other reality, seeking out to see the other John. He resisted the push to his thoughts, guiding him from his fantasy. She drew her mind together enough to be more aware of her physical body, and she moved one hand down to the collar and gripped the leash at the front and pushed back into the connection fully. He understood the command and he let his memory drift to that other John, finally allowing her to see the other version of him. She latched onto it when it arrived, amused as she focused on the details. His hair was shorter and he was clearly uncomfortable and distrusting of the other group, yet there was a lightness to his eyes. The other one of him smiled in the memory and it was the same smile that she saw frequently. John's dissatisfaction at her focus vibrated through the connection.

She pulled from the memory space back into the safe room, and as she did, she formed a fantasy there. Two Johns on her bed, on either side of her, stroking and kissing her. Or one knelt before her and the other kissing her, sliding his hands over her breasts.

He reacted to the image with arousal, but also annoyance. She added the other Teyla as well, to see if he would prefer that. Then she added the blue-eyed man from the party watching them to tease him. He really didn't like that and she felt him pulling slightly from the connection. She held him tighter for a moment, changing the image and holding it with just the two of them again, of him knelt before her, naked, and she let him feel all she felt at that. He groaned in the physical world and she felt his hands tighten on her hips.

She drew her mind from his, doing so gently and slowly so that their thoughts would part comfortably. The connection broke and she inhaled a breath, opening her eyes. She had him held against her, his nose and lips tucked against her throat and she had a tight grip of the leash. His hands flexed on her hips as he gasped, needing longer to recover. He tended to have a slight headache after the connections, but she had no intention of letting him have a moment yet. She leant back from him again and pushed his hands from her hips, drawing herself up high on the stool to remind him. He let go of her and tucked his hands back behind his back as he opened his eyes, looking up at her.

"You will remember me now if you think of her," she told him and he nodded.

She was satisfied now in what she had seen and felt of his interest in that other version of her. She had stamped herself on that fantasy and allowed him to feel her own arousal in having just him. It was all understood, and her jealousy dropped away completely, leaving her feeling nothing but confident and aroused with him.

She gathered up the leash and rose from the stool to stand over him. She set her bare foot against the side of the stool between them and pushed it aside, his eyes on her bare leg revealed through the slit in her skirt. The stool out the way, she stepped further towards him, standing before him, as he looked up at her, waiting and eager. The leash strained from her hand down to his collar. She smiled at him.

"Remove my skirt," she ordered.

His arms dropped from behind his back and he reached up across the small space between them. She watched the shift of his toned arms, watched the light play over what she wished to touch, yet as she held him off, she held herself in waiting as well, building the tension and the arousal. His hands slid over the skirt's waistband to her left hip, touching more than he should but she ignored his sneaky move. He freed the clasp of the skirt with experience of Athosian clasps and the material loosened. He pulled apart the two ends of the waistband, dropping one and pulling the other so that the material fell from her backside and then from her front, exposing her naked hips and legs. She watched his eyes flow over her belly and then down her legs as the fabric fell away, and then his attention rose to her neatly trimmed triangle of hair.

"Fold the skirt neatly," she instructed him, knowing he was more inclined to dump the skirt aside now it was fully removed from around her. He smiled slightly at that and dropped his attention to folding up the long length of material, doing a good job of it.

"You can leave it on the stool," she added and watched his strong hands carefully make the last fold of her skirt and place it down on the stool. As he moved, the leash ran through her hands a little to give him leave to move that small distance.

As he turned back to look up at her, his eyes running up from her legs, lingering on the shadows that he clearly would prefer to be able to touch, but he returned his hands behind his back.

She shifted under his attention, feeling her body eager itself, ready for his touch. She gripped the leash and turned, walking the few steps to the foot of her bed. He followed, moving on his knees. She sat backwards on the edge of her bed as he moved closer, his eyes dark and his arousal full and no doubt very uncomfortable for him. She opened her legs wide, drawing on the leash to pull him to her.

She leant back on one hand, spreading her legs further. "Kiss me, John," she ordered.

He understood exactly where she had been referring and moved forward the final distance between them, dropping his gaze as he slid his hands up over her thighs. It was his first proper touch, his hands spread wide as he caressed up. She bit her lower lip, watching as he nuzzled against her mound and then dipped his head down to lick over her swollen womanhood. She gasped at the contact, reaching down to grip his hair with the hand holding his leash. He licked his tongue through her, wetly and repetitively and she rocked against the contact. She remained seated despite the urge to lie back and lose herself in the sensation, so that she could look down at him between her legs and keep some tension on his leash.

She gasped as he sucked, then swirled his tongue. She hung her head back, draping the leash over her and reached down with both hands to grip the sides of his collar as he pleasured her. She ran her fingers up into his hair and massaged as she moaned. He licked deeper, focusing his attention and she panted with the touch, telling him what he was doing was so good. He pushed his tongue into her, his hands sliding around her thighs, squeezing and lifting one leg. She lifted it over his shoulder and turned her body slightly to be able to rub right against his mouth. He tilted his head and looked up at her as he worked. She gripped his hair and met his eyes. He slid his hand around her hip lifting her backside to deepen the angle, his head tilting away again. The new position was wonderful and she leant back on her elbows on the bed, letting him lift her hips, as she rubbed herself unashamedly against his mouth.

The release was almost upon her before she stopped him, closing her legs around his head and pulling on his leash. He resisted, wanting to push her to her orgasm. She used the end of the leash to slap him lightly down his back. He grunted loudly as he lifted his mouth from her and she repeated the whip to tell him off. But, he leant forward and slid his mouth over the inside of one of her thighs, nipping at her skin as he looked up at her. She let out an amused aroused breath as she whipped the end of leash against his back again, but with very little impact.

"Behave," she ordered him through her smile, having enjoyed his nip and lick before he lifted from her. She dropped her legs back down to the bed as he grumbled at her, his eyes dropping back down to her core, telling her that he could have pushed her so easily to her release.

She shifted her grip on the leash as she pulled back from him, sliding back on the covers until she could get her knees under her. He watched her as she knelt up, and she leant purposefully closer to him as she did so, his eyes dropping to her breasts as she moved. She took up the tension on the leash, drawing his attention up to her eyes again. When he did so, she could see that stubborn will of his. She would put him in the chest harness next time, then she would be able to push and pull him around more easily, for when he was enjoying himself he could became challenging, his desire to prove his own rule over her sensuality fighting against her control. She tightened the tension of the leash a little more, drawing herself up taller, stretching and arching her body with confidence and knowing that it would arouse him further. He didn't look down from her eyes though, knowing that she was imposing her control again. She smiled at him with approval and tugged on the leash.

"Up onto the bed, John," she ordered.

He crawled up onto the bed as she moved backwards to give him space. She watched him as she pulled him after her, watching the power in him as he moved so simply. Saw the promise and thoughts in his eyes as he neared her. She held still in the centre of the bed and tugged the leash to move him round to kneel with her.

He knelt as she wanted, his knees spread wide and hers, supporting her, just inside of his as they knelt close. She draped the leash over her shoulder, letting the length of it hand down her back, the end brushing against her bare backside. She ran her hands down from her shoulders to her breasts, covering them through the corseted top. His eyes followed her hands, and she reached to the clasp at the centre and parted the top. The warm air met the bare skin of her breasts and her nipples tightened even further as he stared at them. She saw his arm twitch at his side, wanting to reach forward and touch as he wanted. She dropped the top behind her off the bed and caught up the leash again.

His eyes slid up to hers again and she saw the touch of amused resentment.

"Behave," she ordered him again, using a strict tone, though she was just as amused as he was.

He dropped his eyes, falling back into the role he had almost broken.

She smiled at him. There was so much they had shared on this bed, so many ways to enjoy him, but she had a simpler plan now. She let the leash drop to the bed covers between their bodies as she rose up higher on her knees.

"Hold still," she commanded him.

She reached up and touched both her palms against on his upper chest, on either side of the leash hanging down from the collar. She stroked her hands down and outwards, sweeping down the wide toned shape of him, out to slide over his flat nipples, feeling the tiny peaks of them under her palms. She circled over them once more before sliding her hands down his sides, feeling the shifting twitch to him under her touch, and down to his strong lean hips. He exhaled deeply under her touch.

She ran her hands around his hips, down to his backside, and then back round to slide down the top of his spread thighs. The hair tickled and teased between her fingers as she squeezed the thick muscles of his thighs, bunched up as he knelt. At his knees, she slid her fingers around and under to stroke up the back of his thighs as best she could, back up around his hips to his backside once more.

Leaning so close as she slide her hands over his body, meant that the hot small distance between their bodies crackled with desire. Her breasts were heavy and aching, and though her attention was directed on her hands, she could feel his eyes on her, and knew that his expression would be tight with pleasure and want.

She ran her hands up his back, fingers towards his spine, her fingertips just dipping over the ridge of muscles into the groove over his backbone. Her scar arrived under her left hand and she lingered there.

Her fingers glided on, up the back of his shoulders to the back of his neck, as she finally looked up at his face.

His eyes lifted from where he had been watching her, though the glazed pleasure in his gaze told her he enjoyed her exploration. She held his gaze as she slid her fingers around the lines of the collar to glide away, out along the height of his shoulders, to the rounded strength of his upper arms. She ran her hands down the muscular lines of his arms, down to his elbows to his thick forearms. Down to his hands resting on his thighs, and she lifted them, pulling his hands up to cup her breasts. He exhaled with a groan to finally be able to touch as he wanted. His hands massaged instantly, stroking and squeezing as he watched.

She dropped her hands from his, leaving him to caress her, as she touched her fingertips to the middle of his chest and once again began a long stroke down his middle. His skin and flesh shifted under his skin, full of need and tension to move, to release what was building in him and between them. Yet, he was obeying her and remained where he was, still under her touch. His hands enclosed around her breasts, the warmth infusing into her and then he drew his touch back, until just her nipples remained held in the warmth of his touch. She ran her fingers down his stomach.

"We will follow my fantasies only, for another week," she ordered as she reached his bellybutton once more and he nodded, looking up from her chest. "Then we may start including yours again," she added as her hand reached his arousal and this time she wrapped her hand around him and he groaned loudly.

"I expect you to meet all my orders in the bedroom this week," she told him as she stroked him. He nodded, his eyes heavily hooded. "And you will spend every evening here, sleep each night here." He nodded again as she circled the tip of him and his hands covered her breasts fully again.

"And, if you are very good after that…" He looked up at her pause. "I may dress up as her for you and we can play out that fantasy of yours at a party."

His eyes widened with surprised pleasure and he smiled as he dropped his eyes back down to her chest and lower. She stroked him again and then lifted her hands from him.

She lifted her hands up through the heated air between them, up to his neck, turned the collar slightly and pulled at the buckle. The end freed easily and she pulled the collar from around his neck completely. She could feel his surprise at having been released early in the proceedings. She dropped the collar and leash off the side of the bed behind her.

He responded instantly, his hands sliding around her, around her waist and one down behind her backside as he scooped up and dropped her down onto her back on the bed. She exhaled with a laughing breath as she bounced slightly on the mattress, grinning up at him as he pushed her legs further apart, sliding his wide warm hands up her sides and back down to grip her hips as he drew them together. She gripped his shoulders with a delighted moan as he pushed his urgent length into her.

He let out a long breath that was partly her name and partly an explicit term. He leant down over her, his belly meeting hers, as he set his forearms on either side of her. His mouth came down over hers, forcing his lips to hers and she gripped his neck to hold him tighter. The pressure lightened enough for them to force each other's lips apart, tongues meeting in the middle. He murmured with pleasure as he licked into her mouth, sliding into her mouth as he withdrew his hips and then slid his manhood back inside her. She gasped into the kiss, licking against his lips and tongue, breathing the same excited breath as he as he flexed his hips.

She broke her mouth from his, moaning and gasping with the pleasure, and he buried his mouth into the side of her neck. She lifted her legs up over his hips and looked up over his shoulder to the mirrored panels above the bed, to the full reflection of his moving naked back.

She gasped as he thrust into her faster, rocking them, and she widened her legs from him, so that she could see absolutely all of him in the view reflected above. She ran her hands over him, over shifting muscles, his body sliding in and out of hers, drawing the tension to unbelievable heightened tension. She could hear her own groans, her whimpers, and she dug her nails into his back. She watched the faintly red lines appear in the mirror as she drew her hands up his back, to the scar, where she softened her touch, circling and sliding along it. Her scar.

He moved over her, blocking her view of him in the mirror above, and his mouth lifted, teasing at hers once more. She turned her head, meeting the kiss, sliding her tongue against his as he thrust, rocked and rubbed, his hands sliding down her sides to her hips, lifting her backside to take him deeper.

She pushed back against him, meeting him for each push and pull, the urgency spiralling up and out of her control.

She slid her arms around his shoulders, pushing up at him and they rolled together on the bed, his hands on her backside to keep them together. She sat up over him, her legs parted around his hips and she looked back up to the mirrors overhead. He lay beneath her, his hands sliding up her body to cover her breasts, kneading once more. She closed her eyes, enjoying the multiple points of touch, of arousal growing ready to bubble out. She rocked with him, over him, and gasped with each movement of him inside her.

She opened her eyes and leant down over him, leaning her weight on his chest. She ground against him, her pleasure ready to burst with an almighty rush. She held it as long as she could, locking her eyes with his. Oh, yes she was going to have a lot of fun with him this week, all sorts of ideas and plans filled her head, as she reached out with one hand and ran her fingers around his mouth. He captured her fingers with his lips and teeth as she slid two into his mouth, gripping his jaw with her hand. Yes, she had an entire week to use everything in her cabinet and perhaps develop some new ways to enjoy him. Perhaps, she would speak with Amelia to look through her literature and picture books to find something new and interesting. The thoughts only built her arousal even further, and she pulled her fingers from his lips and set her damp nails against his chest again. Digging into the thick muscles of him with both hands, she ground against him and he gripped her hips tightly.

The tide broke abruptly and suddenly, finally and absolutely. She threw her head back, arching her body and he grunted and thrust up, his release brought abruptly on by hers. His cries mixed with her own as they rubbed together, prolonging it as much as possible, hands sliding over the other, grasping and caressing.

But, soon the peak began to pass, infusing warmth filling her in its place, and she sighed out long and hard, her body relaxing completely. She dropped forward, exhausted and fully satiated. She rested over him, pressing her cheek to his chest, his heart hammering in his chest as loud and fast as hers. His hands clenched tightly once more on her backside, as he rumbled out a tired satisfied sigh as he too relaxed completely into the bed.

She kept her eyes closed drifting in the sensual contentment, listening to his breathing and heart beat. The dizzying heights, fast breaths and rapid motions were all transformed into calm, quiet and relaxation.

His hands smoothed slowly and softly in lazy circles over her hips, then sliding up her back and down again. His touch now, as it always was afterwards between them, was gentle, soft. She lay still under it, enjoying these particular caresses that always felt so different, even compared to his seductive soft touches. These idly, honestly comfortable, circles and strokes of his warm hands over her skin lulled her into a soft place.

She shifted her legs, stretching them out with his to ease the building ache in her thighs, and she lay still over him, under his wandering slow strokes. He breathed deeply, his cheek against her hair, awake that she could tell, but then she was almost asleep herself.

"I told her that we were good together," he whispered to her, the words entering her sleepy world enough for her to understand. "We are," he added, stroking both his hands down her back together, and then up again.

She nodded against his chest, agreeing with him. The softer emotions surfaced along with the softness of his touch and the moment. She had marked him as hers some time ago now, but these last few days had brought his importance truly to the forefront.

"There will be no other," she told him, her lips against skin.

"No one," he agreed. He slid his arms around her, enfolding his embrace over her, holding her against him. She rubbed her cheek against him, touching her hands to his sides. He turned his head and kissed her hair. The affection of the action was not new, but in this situation, it was always pulled at her heart.

She lifted from his chest, feeling sleepy and heavy. He loosened his arms enough to let her up. She held herself just off him.

"Do not think this will get you out of apologising to me," she told him with a smile.

He grinned up at her, his own expression deeply relaxed. "I'm looking forward to it, especially when I eventually get my turn."

She smiled at that and shifted her body off his. He reached around him and pulled down the covers, lifting himself and sliding into the bed. She crawled up to slip inside as well, and his warm hands slid over her as she did. She settled on her side, her back to him, and he slid both his hands around her, pulling her further backwards so that she lay partly over him, within his arms. He kissed her cheek and she reached up to cup his cheek in turn, sliding her fingers over the smoothness of his jaw. Their lovemaking may be demanding and playful, their lives stressful in the light of day, but she had a powerful affection for him. A love that allowed her to show him sides of herself that she had not shared with others, and this softer side was the one that made her often feel the most vulnerable. His hands slid over her again, touching to feel not to seduce. It was a comforting touch, soothing her still.

He nuzzled her ear and she closed her eyes.

"When I've finished 'apologising' and she's long forgotten," he said quietly against her ear. "I think it's about time we talked about the fact that you got to mark me, but I haven't had the same chance yet."

She opened her eyes, surprised at the point. "You wish a mark of your own?"

"Not quite the same as yours, but if you want a scar, I'll do that for you," he said quietly and deeply into her ear. "But," he continued. "I have some ideas on what you can carry that's mine."

She turned her head against him, curious. "Such as?"

"Not yet, but when we get to it…I've got a few idea to choose from and you can pick which one you want," he told her, nuzzling against her cheek. He pressed a kiss to her skin and then relaxed back to the pillow behind her, his arms around her, keeping them together.

She considered what 'choices' he may have in mind as she reached out from the covers and ran her hand over the controls to the lights. The room dropped into darkness and she settled back against him. It would wait though, for she had an entire week to play with him.

She smiled into the darkness and set her arms over his around her, gripping tightly.

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