Title: Heist, part 2.
Summary: AU. He may be a con-man but John Sheppard doesn't like people touching what is his.
Characters: John, Teyla, Elizabeth, Uncle Joe
Pairing: John/Teyla, implied John/Others and Teyla/Others
Rating. M – for the secks.
Notes: Chyti challenged me to do "an AU fic where the team are con men pulling an heist ala ocean eleven. I would love to see the guys cocky and confident and the gals sexy and dangerous." This is it.
He waited at the bar, glass of whiskey in his hand, staring at the reflections on the mirrors opposite him. He saw her approach him, sidling up to the seat beside him before he even turned to her. He could see her neck was draped with a necklace that probably cost more than the hotel, the tiny studs in her ears more than John's car. The dress she had on looked like something he'd seen on the Balenciaga catwalk that morning. Her dark hair was curled at the ends, hanging loosely around her slender neck and despite just having had mind blowing sex with Teyla, he felt his body reacting to the sight of her.
"Elizabeth," he acknowledged her from behind his crystal tumbler, his eyes never leaving her reflection.
"John," she replied with a nod, meeting his eyes in the mirrors, a seductive smile tugging at her lips. "I saw you in the theatre earlier," she told him after she ordered a glass of Merlot, her dainty hand adorned with even more diamonds as she took both the bottle and the glass. John slid his eyes to hers, watching her from the corner of his eye as she poured and sipped, her lips wrapping around the rim of the glass. "She's quite the dancer, don't you think?"
John slid his eyes away again and took a sip of the burning amber liquid.
"Who?"
She laughed on a breath, her head turning in his direction, urging his to look at her. She pursed her lips into a pout and John felt something in his gut (and elsewhere) tighten at the dark look on her eyes.
"Joe's niece, of course." John narrowed his eyes slightly, trying not to show his interest in what she was saying. "I saw you watching her." John tried not to react as he sipped on his whiskey. "Perhaps we'll get her to dance for us." This time, he shifted as his trousers suddenly became a little tight around his groin. He chuckled. "Perhaps she could join in," she purred as her slender finger reached out and traced a lazy line down the back of his hand, capturing his finger between hers and smirking.
"And what makes you think she won't run off and tell your husband?"
"Maybe I want her to."
"He'd kill me."
"And we can't have that now, can we?" John smirked and shook his head, draining the last of his Laphroaig and placing the empty glass on the bronze bar top. "When this is over," she whispered as she ducked her head in a move that John was sure she practiced in her mirror, "we'll be together, won't we?"
He smiled and reached his hand out to touch her forearm but was saved from answering when her husband, Uncle Joe, stepped between them.
"And you must be John Sheppard," he said in a voice that let John know he was none too happy with the way he was about to touch his wife. John nodded and stuck his hand out for the older man to shake. There was a beat where Uncle Joe stared at the hand as though it were an alien entity before sliding his plump hand into it. "And I see you've already met my wife, Elizabeth."
John smiled and nodded, grasping her hand in his and raising it to his lips.
"I have already had that pleasure, Joe," John returned, his eyes gliding over her shoulder to where Teyla had wandered into the room in a short, clingy blue dress that sent shivers down his spine.
Joe followed his eyes and smiled, a laugh escaping his lips.
"My niece, Teyla. She's a dancer here."
John nodded, tearing his eyes away from her to look at the leer on Joe's face as he watched the tanned beauty move gracefully around the room, her lips lingering on cheeks and lips, hands holding arms and hands in greeting. He tried to shrug of the sudden insane jealousy.
"Yes, John saw her dance earlier today," Elizabeth said, her eyebrow rising on her forehead.
"Did you now?" John nodded. "And did you enjoy it?"
John smiled easily. "What's not to enjoy?" Joe laughed and clapped a hand onto the younger man's shoulder, grasping him tightly.
"You have good taste, my boy, good taste." He gripped him by the elbow and steered him to a quiet corner of the room and sat opposite him, two glasses of whiskey appearing on the table before they'd really sat down. "Perhaps later I can organise a private dance for you, huh?" John smiled but didn't respond. "But first, let us talk business..." John's smile widened. "So, you want to be my body guard, huh son?"
John settled back into the chair, and nodded.
"Why yes sir, I do."
An hour or so – and a few more whiskey's – later, they'd finished their business talk and Elizabeth had been called over. Job done, John had allowed himself to relax, removing his suit jacket and loosening his tie and indulge in a few whiskey's more than he normally would. Joe was red cheeked and appeared cheerful but he leered at the scantily clad women whenever they came near. John was not oblivious to what the older man was trying, seeing as most of the scantily clad women clung over John who, although he appreciated the gestures and let the girls know, had not let Joe out of his sight.
He knew a test when he saw it.
And he would not blow the job on some classed up whore under Joe Wright's thumb.
"The bar is quieting down now, isn't it?" Elizabeth remarked as she looked around and John did the same, noting the time on the ornate clock behind the bar.
"We have a show on tonight, sold out." John smiled at Joe when he said this, knowing it was a boast. "Teyla's supposed to be the main act... she's not due on for another hour or so, though... how about that dance, huh?"
"I thought we agreed on a private dance, sir?" John retorted playfully, the smirk failing to flee his face.
Joe straightened and shifted, drawing Elizabeth closer to him on the couch, tucking her against his side.
"It is private... just the three of us here..."
John quirked an eyebrow and shifted. Hadn't he wanted Teyla to dance for him not so very long ago? He knew, though, that he'd not be able to let it stop at just a dance.
Moments later, Teyla was there in front of him, her blue dress replaced with a white fringed number that barely covered anything. Her eyes were covered with a diamante mask, her dark eyes highlighted against the startling brightness of the mask. Her breasts were barely contained within the dress and John felt himself harden as she loomed over him, swaying gently to the piano music in the background. He watched as she bit her lip and touched his jaw with a delicate finger before pivoting from him and swaying her hips, hands above her head.
He almost forgot Elizabeth and Joe were there and that Rodney and Ronon would no doubt be watching on the security cameras.
He watched as she shimmied to the music, dancing for both him and whoever else may be left in the room but when she turned to him and urged him forward in his seat, he knew that she was now dancing for him. She lowered herself over his thighs and swayed her hips, her breasts moving with the movement and he fought so very hard not to reach out and touch her, to pull her head into a searing kiss that he knew they both wanted.
He could feel her heat through his trousers.
There was a noise on the other side of her, a gruff voice but John paid it little mind. She rose again, sashaying to the slow beat, gyrating into the air and John was pretty sure his excitement was ill contained.
"It seems, Sheppard, your dance will be more private than we'd hoped. I am required elsewhere, and Elizabeth has a ticket for the show." John looked past Teyla and saw the two of them rise, Elizabeth murmuring something into Joe's ear. Joe smiled and cast a glance in John's direction. He tried to concentrate on him as Teyla thrust her almost bared butt into his line of vision.
"The bar is now closed," Joe told him with a smirk. "You'll have the place to yourselves."
John wasn't about to turn down such an offer and when he saw Elizabeth's heated stare, he knew exactly what she'd planned. John didn't care. Joe and Elizabeth might think Teyla (and John, for that matter) a whore but John knew the difference. Those two didn't know that John and Teyla knew one another.
And Teyla didn't really care what her Uncle Joe thought about her, John knew.
When the door clunked shut at the other end of the room, John reached out to her, holding onto her hips and guided her to him, staring up into her dark eyes. She towered over him in her silver stiletto heels, her lips curving into a luscious smile that John wanted to swipe from her face. She lowered herself onto his lap, her arms rising to wind around his neck, the smile slowly dissipating as his hands wound their way to her butt, grasping her, urging her forward to his hardness.
"Jo..." she murmured and closed her eyes but John raised his fingers to her lips quieting her with a shake of the head. She opened her eyes and smiled, before opening her mouth and sucking on his two fingers. He groaned. "You want this?"
"Fucking hell, yes..." He moaned and his hips jerked involuntarily and she gasped, grinding down onto his erection. He hissed as she groped him through his trousers, tossing his head back onto the leather sofa, wishing his clothes away. She toyed with him gently through his silk trousers and it was both too much and not enough and he yanked her hand away, quickly un-zipping his trousers. She smirked and he paused, looking up at her. "Do you want this?"
She met his eyes and he wanted to push the mask away but he found that it turned him on that much more. His hands flitted up her back to her neck, cradling her face in his hands for a moment before he gently tugged her down, meeting her lips with a gentleness that surprised them both. They didn't do gentle. His hand wound into her hair and he gasped when she shifted in his lap, her moist heat warming him even more. He groaned when her hands worked on his zipper, her lips not leaving his as she rose to aide in tugging his trousers and boxers down.
She turned was so fucking hot, he realised when she pulled back and he opened his eyes, staring up at her as she watched him, eyed him with those delicious chocolate eyes, her lips teasing her lips and his desire at the same time. He shifted, barely refraining from whimpering at her lack of touch and he could see her smirk, knew how much she was enjoying playing him. Her hand drifted up her torso and he followed it with his eyes until she cupped both her breasts in her hand and he groaned, biting his lip in an attempt to stop the growl that was lingering in his throat. Her hand dipped beneath the material of her dress and she plucked at her nipple, the dark skin puckering under John's watchful eye. He closed his eyes and licked his lips, imagining just what he wanted to do to her. His cock twitched when he felt her hard nub at his lips and he grasped onto it with his teeth, his tongue flicking across it with fervour. He heard her moan and when he opened his eyes her head was tossed back, her curled hair bobbing up and down over her other breast. He reached up and kneaded the lonely mound, eliciting another loud moan from her as she drawled out his name.
"Fuck me, Teyla..." He commanded around her nipple, his voice trailing off when she impaled herself on him, hard and steady. They both groaned loudly and she dropped her head onto his shoulder, using the back of the couch as leverage as she moved up and down his cock, her wetness sheathing him. He bucked into her graceful rhythm, helping her with hands on her hips, murmuring in her ear.
She nipped at his skin, his ear lobe, licked at the skin of his throat as her hands wrapped around his hair, tugging him to her as he latched onto her nipple again, his fingers descending her body and flicking at her clit. She jerked harshly, her body thrashing against his and he was so very, very close. She bucked against him, his name tearing from her lips as he tugged at her hair, pulling her entire body closer to his, deeper and warmer. He met her thrust for thrust, crushing her body to his and with one last flick of her clit she tumbled over the edge with a harsh cry, pulling him with her as her walls milked his every drop, her name echoing in the silent room.
She sagged against his body, her lips connecting gently with his neck, her lashes tickling his shoulder as she blinked, her breath warming his already heated skin. He held her close, eyes closed, his own lips teasing her sweaty skin. She pulled back slightly, shifting in his arms, his name a sigh from her lips.
He opened his eyes and looked past her shoulder, meeting a pair of blue eyes, heavy lidded with jealous desire. He smirked in her direction and winked before Elizabeth slid out of the door.
He tugged Teyla away from him and she looked down on him with a sleepy gaze, her hair rumpled and lips plump. He wanted to take her right there and then, once more with slow languorous thrusts, now that it was just the two of them. But he didn't. Instead, he helped her stand, tucked himself back into his trousers before helping fix her costume.
As he adjusted the mask over her eyes she looked up at him, still head and shoulders smaller than him even in her heels, and he smiled gently down at her, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear. They stared at one another in silence for a few moments, and John felt something foreign in his chest. He pushed it aside as he cradled her face in his hands, before lowering his head to hers and stealing her lips for a slow, gentle kiss. His hand dropped from her face, to her neck, idling down the side of her body to come to rest on her hip. He drew her gently closer to him, sighing in her mouth when she played with the fine hairs at the back of the neck.
Reluctantly, he pulled back drawing his body away from hers and smiled down at her gentle pout.
"You better get to work," he murmured even as he drew her body against his again, dropping his forehead onto hers.
"So should you," she murmured back as she tiptoed to reach his lips. He laughed gently and kissed her lips chastely. "Elizabeth will be waiting," she said with a smirk and he felt it like a kick in the stomach. He couldn't explain that.
"So will Michael."
She conceded with a bow but did not move. They kissed once more, laughing slightly and she eventually pushed him away before trotting out of the door. He watched until she disappeared out of the door, until he was sure she was in her dressing room at the other side of the hotel. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the unfamiliar feeling in his chest. It stayed and he groaned.
"Damn it," he muttered into the dimness.
He so didn't need that.
He waited a few more minutes, pouring himself a drink which he downed in one gulp before shrugging on his jacket and making his way to the elevators, trying to dislodge the urge to follow in Teyla's footsteps and take her again, wherever she was. He lifted his hand to his face to scrub at it but stopped when he smelled her on his skin. It couldn't be possible that he was horny for her again already.
As he stepped out onto Elizabeth's floor, he shook himself.
There was work to do.