Warning: This chapter is rated M for sexual content.

Chapter: 9 of 10

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

In Bloom

John nodded and greeted those he passed in the busy hallways, trying not to look like he was walking as fast as he could to his quarters. He tried to maintain some dignity as military commander in Atlantis, but most people knew about him and Teyla and the constant ribbing he got from Rodney and Ronan didn't help, so he clung to what shreds of dignity he had left.

He finally reached his room and opened the doors to see that she was waiting for him, gazing out the window at the evening sun. He crossed to her quickly and wrapped his arms around her before she could turn around. "Hi," he murmured into her ear, breathing in the feminine scent that was now so familiar.

"Hello." Teyla turned her head and smiled at him. He pulled her even closer, arms wrapped around the contours of her waist. He loved the way her body curved and he always had to make a serious effort not to reach for her in public.

"Torren's with Keller?" he asked, running his hand up and down the soft skin of her belly under her shirt.

"Yes, she and Rodney will have him for the evening," she replied, leaning into his arms and resting her head against his shoulder.

"All evening, huh? Wonder what we'll do with all that spare time," he pondered in a serious tone.

She again turned her head to grin up at him. Her open, inviting smile still sent a thrill through him and he sometimes marveled that it was meant just for him. He pulled her butt into his hips, letting her feel that he was already hard for her. They'd been together for over two months now, but just the thought of her still turned him on and he wanted her to know that she did that to him.

He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, pressing his nose and mouth into the warm arch of her neck. "I have a few ideas about how we can pass the time," he murmured into her ear.

"As do I," she said and turned, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him across the room toward his bed, smiling with one eyebrow raised. John loved it when she was assertive like this and his blood started rushing southward faster. He let her push him to sit on the bed, and draping one arm around his neck, she sat sideways on his lap and ran her hand over his chest and down his arm to squeeze his bicep. Pressing her lips to his neck, she bit down lightly into his skin, and he inhaled sharply, turning his face towards her, pressing his cheek into hers.

He'd been waiting all day for this and knew they would be spending quite a bit of time in bed this evening, so he didn't feel the need to take it slow. He reached down to her ankle and slowly grazed his fingers up her calf to her knee, then up the smooth skin of her inner thigh, under the skirt she wore. He pushed his fingers under the band of her panties and she gasped when he caressed her then slid his finger inside her.

He knew just how she liked to be touched and soon they were both breathing hard with desire. The sight of her as he touched her, her face blissful with red lips and flushed cheeks, filled him with arousal and his erection pressed against the underside of her thigh. He pushed her up from his lap, standing with her to tug her shirt up and over her head, and she moved to lift his shirt and reach for his belt buckle as he worked her skirt over her hips. Soon they were both rid of their clothes and she pushed him to sit on the bed again. Facing away from him, she turned to lower herself over him, and he groaned. It was something they'd never done before and he wondered if she'd been planning this all day. "You feel amazing," he muttered in her ear.

She began to move, sliding up and down his erection, her hands at his hips, gripping him for more leverage. He reached around her, running his hand across her lower belly to run his fingers down to her folds, stroking her just the way she liked and she made a humming sound to let him know how much she was enjoying it. He could tell that she was getting close, so he slid his hands up her stomach to her chest and squeezed her breasts, knowing it would send her over the edge.

He felt her inner muscles contract and she clenched around him, grinding against him and moaning. She arched her back and lifted her hands above and behind her to grip his hair, pulling to the point of pain. "Jesus, Teyla," he choked, and came into her violently, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly and jerking against her.

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Several hours later, as they lay on the bed catching their breath again, his arm around her, John's gaze was drawn across the room in the dimming light.

"What is that?" he pointed, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"It is the potted plant I am cultivating," she replied innocently, turning to look at him. "I brought it here because the sun in your quarters shines from the west windows."

"It looks pretty girly," he frowned, idly caressing the silky skin across her ribs. "It's got a flower on it."

She rolled her eyes at him but grinned. "Very well, I can move it to my room," she allowed, drifting her hand up and down his stomach.

John grew quiet, hesitating for a moment. Finally he plunged ahead. He'd been waiting for the right moment, and this seemed like it. "Maybe I could move my stuff to your room, too," he said in a low voice, hoping it sounded casual.

His heart thrilled at the way her eyes brightened and a huge smile broke across her face. "Torren and I would like that very much," she replied, sliding closer toward him. "You would want to live with us?"

"Yeah, walking back to my room every morning to brush my teeth is getting kind of old." He tried to downplay his excitement, because for him this was about much more than convenience. But he figured she already knew that... she seemed to know everything about him and still wanted to be with him. Her total acceptance of who he was and the way he was never ceased to fill him with wonder, and he knew that he would do anything to keep her with him forever.

TBC