This got really long and I didn't really intend for it to be, but I like it. And the end is really endearing - at least I think so. But, as promised, there is spooning.

I upped the rating, just because it gets a little suggestive later in there (nothing too bad) but who knows what might be in later posts.

Enjoy.

THE LAST OF THE POPCORN

Spooning (Part 3/3)

"Stow the five dollar words McKay and get us out of here." Sheppard said into his radio. He took one last look at the door that had slid closed, locking them in, and then shot a smile and nod over his shoulder to Teyla. She sat on one of the many white couches found throughout Atlantis and she looked unconcerned.

"Well when I figure out what you did I'll be able to fix it. Until then, you'll have to wait. Now stop bothering me." was his only response.

John moved across the dust covered floor and took a seat next to Teyla. They'd been out exploring the city and were probably a good thirty minute jog from the control tower. When they'd entered the room, the doors had closed, locked up and what little power had been running through it had shut off and that was that.

So John probably had some time on his hands.

He didn't mind spending it in Teyla's presence. Since they'd watched the movie together – and with her asking around about spooning – he'd found that he was thinking about her more and more. And to be honest, it scared him just a little. The rate and intensity with which thoughts of her were monopolizing his mind…though, he was pretty sure he wouldn't trade them (or any minute with her) for the world.

"So," he said taking a seat next to her, "know any games?"

"Most Athosian games require greater space than this."

"And me without my playing cards. Well, we got time." He looked around the room again, he wasn't expecting trouble here. He unzipped his vest and laid it on the ground, Teyla followed suit. "What do you think this place was? We can bet on it." She raised an eyebrow at him, "Could be fun."

"Perhaps a waiting area of some kind." There were a few other doors, all locked, on either side of the room. "And what will I win?"

A kiss?

He didn't.

She smiled and looked down.

He did. He said that out loud.

"And you will win?" he opened his mouth to answer, thought better of it and closed it before he had a chance to blurt out something else, "Perhaps I should choose?" she asked, looking at him again.

"Good idea. You know, on Earth we have word games." He shared a look with her, "Yeah, I don't like them much either. Oh, or we have bonding games." He leaned a little her way and tapped her with his elbow.

"Such as?"

"Well, there's Truth or Dare, Never Have I Ever…" thinking about it, they weren't games he was sure he wanted to play with her – at least at this moment. They were trapped in a room together. Alone. And, well, those games (he was almost ashamed to admit) in high school, had lent him a helping hand a time or two. But with doors that could open any minute with McKay on the other side– well it might not be a good idea, for a few reasons.

She turned her body more towards the Major, "What is Truth or Dare?"

"Well, you pick one and if it's dare you have to do whatever you're told. If it's truth you have to answer the question honestly." He grinned at her; maybe this could be a fun game. "Truth or dare Teyla."

She straightened just slightly, if hadn't known her he might have missed it and when she looked at him full in the face, her eyes dared him. He felt a thrill shoot through his body. It was like she was preparing herself for battle. He had to be careful though, it seemed as though she knew just how to provoke him, manipulate him (all in ways he was sure, in various circumstances, he would enjoy) she was a challenge. He loved it.

"Seeing anyone?"

"Major!" her eyes had widened just a bit, she hadn't been expecting it. In his mind, Sheppard did a little happy dance – he'd surprised her faster than he thought he could.

"Hey, it's the rules of the game. I ask, you answer."

She smiled back at him, "I see many people on a daily basis."

In his head he abruptly stopped dancing. She recovered much too quickly, and her answer was sneaky. It's a good try, but no way was he letting it slide. "That's not what I meant."

She inclined her head, he took that to mean she was agreeing to the rules, "I have made a few close friends." After a moment's hesitation, she looked at John and added "Some closer then others."

He smiled; "Well…" he hoped his grin wasn't an idiotic one. That only made him smile more, because he couldn't even remember the last time he cared how he looked to someone. "That's really nice."

"Truth or dare Major."

"John."

"John."

He thought for a minute, he didn't have any idea what she might possibly dare him to do and he wasn't sure if that bothered him more than not knowing what she could ask. "Truth."

Her eyes held that fire again, and she mimicked his earlier words, "Seeing anyone?"

"Well, depends. I guess I have to wait and see what happens." She took in his answer and regarded him with a small, tightlipped smile as her eyes flicked across his body.

He knew how to push a few buttons, too. "Truth or dare."

"Dare."

"No, pick truth."

"Those are not the rules."

He leaned back into the soft cushions of the couch. "Well, we're playing Truth or Truth now."

"Truth or Truth?"

"It's a childish variation of the game. Usually the kids that don't want to do any dares try to get everyone to play that version." Their eyes locked as she considered. He couldn't help but stare at her. She turned her head and he caught the lines of her neck.

Even sitting she appeared graceful and agile. Her skin looked soft and warm and he wanted to feel it on his hands. Wanted to feel her heart beat under his lips.

He shook his head, what he needed was to put on the breaks. Being locked in room was no excuse to go crazy and start doing things he wouldn't normally do. But he wanted nothing more then to hold her in his arms. They were playing truth of dare…maybe he should let her pick dare. Or maybe it just didn't matter to him anymore. He started forward, stretching out a hand to take one of hers.

She looked startled, different from when he'd asked her that first question. He stood, pulling her to her feet along with him. He had to kiss her, had to like he needed to breathe. The desire was overwhelming; to kiss her, hold her, feel her under his hands. He wanted as much contact as possible, for as long as possible. Doors be damned.

He was so, so close to her. Inches apart. He knew his heart was pounding against his ribcage, he could hear it.

"Sheppard, it's McKay."

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

"What?" it was hardly more than an angry whisper he'd just managed to get out. In the same way that he'd only just been able to halt his movement; but his gaze was still on Teyla.

"Look, we're losing light out here. We have to go back to Control, work on it from there."

"What?" with an apology in his eyes, he tore himself from Teyla and looked at the door. "You're just going to leave us here?"

"You want out, yes?" McKay didn't wait for an answer, "Then I need to be where I can do the best work, and at this moment, standing outside in the dark is not it. So yes, I'm leaving you."

"McKay-"

"Oh, we'll have radio contact the whole time; you really don't need to worry."

"Fine. But I'm going to remember this."

"Yes, yes." after a beat he added, "Try to behave. McKay out." John could hear the smirk, and for a second he wondered if Rodney had lied about not being able to open the door. He looked at the window, set in the back wall and from what he could tell of the outside world – the sun was definitely sinking.

He turned back to Teyla, who was still standing. And that was all; he just stood there looking at her. He really didn't know what her silence meant. He couldn't even recall if she had moved with him and towards him as he'd pulled her to her feet. Maybe he'd shocked the hell out of her.

"Look, I'm…" he took a deep breath to calm himself. His heart was still racing. "If I ever do anything that makes you…if I ever cross a line just, you know, deck me one. So I know."

"We are going to be stuck for at least a little longer?"

"Looks like."

She nodded, looked around the room and turned her attention back to Sheppard. She smiled again and raised a questioning eyebrow, "Is there sufficient room here for spooning?"

He laughed, "You don't really need that much room. You usually fall asleep doing it."

"I have had a very long day."

He watched her, trying to gage her sincerity, to figure out if she knew what spooning was by now and was just playing like she didn't. "Okay, um." He swallowed and retook his seat on the couch. There should be enough room. He took another breath, another gulp and felt his heart start banging around in its cage again.

"Major Sheppard are you all right?"

"Hmm? Yeah." Damn, he looked nervous. Just do it, you know you want to. "Well, I lay down…" he stretched out on the couch, on his side with one hand propping up his head and his back to the couches. "And now you."

She moved cautiously, slowly, until her shoulders came to be pressed against the Major's chest. He reigned in his breathing but was sure his heart would beat a bruise into her back.

"And now we just – get comfortable."

Comfortable took all of three seconds and for them to lay their heads down. With his arm draped across her side he found his eyes closing. He couldn't fall asleep, not until he'd committed this to memory. The feel of her against him, the warmth…

"You smell nice." He murmured. He felt her move into him, to scoot closer and let out a long breath like she'd never experienced anything quite so peaceful. He didn't think that he had either.

With his thumb etching soft lines on Teyla's skin he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke a few hours later, he was surprised to find that Teyla hadn't fallen from their make-shift bed. He was almost entirely on his back with Teyla wrapped around him, her head on his shoulder. He watched her sleep, it was the most breath taking thing he'd ever seen. To think it had taken him this much time and too many light-years to find someone he could connect with that instantly. He was pretty sure he was falling, and hard, for his teammate.

Her eyes opened, soft and full of sleep, her brown eyes caught his. He knew those doors would be opening any time now, but he really couldn't care.

"That's spooning." He said. He brushed his hand across her cheek and through her hair. He smiled, moved her free arm across his chest, leaving her hand at the nape of his neck, her fingers just brushing his hair. His hand came to rest on her back and he pulled her closer. "Now we're cuddling."

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