CHAPTER NINE – NAKED IN THE DARKNESS
The night air was still overly warm as they crossed the silent road from the beach. Her hand was soft and wonderfully feminine in his, distracting him slightly as they walked through the stored heat emanating up from the road.
He watched at her walking beside him, though himself studying her face closely through the faintest moonlight, seeking out anything that might be worryingly like regret, but he saw nothing other than a soft smile making her beautiful face all the more stunning.
His gaze drifted to her lips, and the urge to kiss her again tempted him to stop their progress across the road. He would wait until they were inside this time.
And then what would happen?
He knew damn well what he wanted to happen, and from the way she had kissed him back on the beach, her sighs and murmurs still lingering in his ears, he was pretty certain that she wanted the same. She looked so cool and collected walking beside him, while his body was screaming in broken arousal and absolute excitement. She really wanted him and she had felt so amazing, so…
He pulled his eyes back away from her as they reached the end of their driveway and he paused for her to walk first up the path to the front door. Her shapely behind came into view as she accepted his offer to walk ahead of him with a smile. He kept hold of her hand as they headed towards the front door, replaying how they had left the clubhouse's restaurant earlier, but this time, he let his gaze linger over her backside and hips. She was talking to him about something, but the pumping of his blood was too loud for him to really pay attention. She looked to the left towards the Salisburys' villa though, so he forced himself to snap out of his Teyla trance long enough to check the next building over.
"I cannot see a vehicle parked back there from here," she was saying.
"If he's got a car it's probably parked right behind the house," he considered as they reached their front door, and he was rather pleased with his logical reasoning considering how hot his blood was pumping away from his brain.
Teyla pulled her hand from his as she opened her bag and began to search for the door key. "Perhaps, when it is light and we know they are out, we should walk back there," she suggested very quietly.
"Could do," he replied coming to a stop right next to her, pressing his shoulder to hers, eyes sliding over the elegant lines of her collarbones down to the dark shadow of her cleavage.
It was as if some sort of tap had been released and now he couldn't stop himself just staring at her openly, his mind replaying every sensation from back on the beach.
However, the heated memories aside, it was only now that he really began to process the enormity of what had happened. She had let him touch her…
The jangle of keys distracted his heated thoughts and he watched her smile victoriously at her discovery of the keys in her bag. Why was it all women could lose keys even in the smallest of bags? Even Teyla. Smiling at the thought, he watched her unlock the front door and followed her inside. She turned on the small lamp just inside the door, spreading gentle illumination through the dark villa.
He felt a nudge of caution then, his military mind snapping back into play. There was no reason to suspect that anyone in the resort had any suspicions about him and Teyla, but an entirely dark empty building still triggered his natural caution. He found himself listening intently, his eyes straying through the open plan ground floor to the base of the stairs leading up to the next floor. He heard nothing and realised that Teyla was moving very silently as she moved ahead of him into the living space. He saw her glance up towards the stairs and he realised she was following the same cautious nature as him. He was almost certain that there wasn't anyone upstairs, but it was always a good idea to check that no one had been snooping around.
She turned on another lamp, close to the main windows at the front, filling the ground floor with a low level of light, appropriate for how late it was, but it suddenly seemed more like mood lighting. He smiled at the thought of her setting up the romantic lighting as he closed the front door behind him and locked it.
Needing to follow through with his check upstairs though, he headed for the stairs. "I'm just gonna use the bathroom," he said to her, by way of an excuse to anyone that might be about, but truthfully he did need to pee. The prospect of a moment's solitude also seemed good. Just to allow him to process what had happened out in the surf and on the beach.
She looked at him as she moved through the living space and nodded with a knowing smile. They went through this check every time, but this time he wanted to make it clear why he was leaving the same room as her. He wouldn't want her to think he was running away from her or for the mood to be disturbed in anyway.
"Do you want anything to drink?" She asked as he headed up the stairs.
"I'm good," he replied as he met her gaze before she disappeared from view.
He tried not to hurry up the stairs, to play it casual as he did his checks and not obsess about what was going to happen next tonight. God, she had moaned and tasted so good…
He switched on the landing light and everything looked right. A quick check in the study/game room revealed an empty room and nothing had been moved among his things. He headed across the landing into the large bedroom, his eyes lingering on the large comfortable looking bed as he passed it. He was pretty sure he would be sleeping in it tonight, but he didn't want to get ahead of himself, just in case. He entered the bathroom and shut the door to answer the call of nature, and allow him a little space to let his thoughts run.
Which was in one particular direction.
He realised he wasn't all that sure of Athosian attitudes to sex – maybe she would want to wait three dates for all he knew. He would have to talk to her about any possible cultural differences, because they sure as hell had never talked about sex before, in fact it hadn't passed his notice that she rarely spoke about it at all. She had kept her last relationship quiet from them, and she hadn't even mentioned her break up. He was all for keeping things private in his life, but she had been exceptionally contained about it all, and he now wondered if he should read something into that. She sure hadn't been inhibited with him out in the surf - she had been the one to ramp up the kiss, pressing herself passionately to him in a way that had obliterated his restraint. Hell they had almost finished the act on a public beach for anyone to see. She certainly hadn't seemed reserved with him, so perhaps, just maybe, the reason why she hadn't talked about anything personal and relationship based around him was because of what she felt for him. Maybe, like him, she had wanted this for a long time. He was almost certain he was right, but he wasn't that great at reading women's intentions. They practically had to strip off in front of him, or state clearly to his face that they were single as Teyla had just done out on the beach.
He washed his hands in the sink and glanced at himself in the mirror. He looked windswept and wild-eyed, probably because of his still roaring blood, the lingering shock, and a new nervous excitement. He set his hands on either side of the sink and shook his head at his reflection. He knew what the problem was that nervously played through him – he had just had what he had always wanted with her handed to him, abruptly, and he felt panicked that he was going to screw it up somehow. If ever he needed to say and do the right thing it was now.
Only, he hadn't needed to worry out there. Everything had just happened in a way that had been so natural, so open and easy that he hadn't had any doubts. He wanted that assurance back now with a desperate passion.
The assurance found in remembering the sensation of kissing her. Her mouth against his, her tongue tangling with his, her hands had been around the back of his neck, holding him to her equally as much as he had held her against him. There had been no doubt about her response to him then, or his for her. So why should it be any different inside the villa?
He turned from the sink and strode back across the bathroom. He headed out to the landing, but paused, and after the tiniest consideration, he slipped into the study again. He slipped off his shoes, brushing sand from the soles of his feet, and reached into his bag. Mattie had supplied them with everything a newly married couple would be expected to have with them on their vacation, which, he had noted on first inspection of the suitcase on that first day, included a full box of condoms. He had shoved them down into the far deep corner of his bag at the time, but now he pulled aside crumpled folded clothes and dug for the box. He had no idea how things would go with Teyla tonight, but he sure as hell was going to be prepared, especially if how they had left things on the beach was any indication.
He found the box and pulled it out, opening the top and praying that it hadn't just been for show and was actually full. Fortunately, Mattie had come through yet again. He pulled out two foil packets and shoved them into the deep side pocket of his shorts, and returned the box to his bag. He could hear the kettle boiling below in the kitchen as he left the study and headed down the stairs. He took a few deep steadying breaths, working to control his thoughts away from how tight these shorts had felt out on the beach. He needed to stayed relaxed and be cool.
He reached the bottom of the stairs and automatically looked out the side window that overlooked Salisbury's villa.
"It's all still dark over there," he noted as he turned away from the window and headed into the open plan ground floor.
His eyes immediately locked onto Teyla moving through the kitchen area with a steaming mug of tea in her hand. She was barefoot, like him, but that gorgeous dress was still wrapped around her, and he trailed his eyes over her, the desire rebuilding so fast that he struggled to appear casual as he moved to meet her at the edge of the kitchen area.
She set the mug down on the worktop and looked up at him with a smile as he reached her. Her smile seemed inviting, intimate, and slightly shy too, which all called to him as loudly as the simmering atmosphere intensifying around them.
He reached out one hand to her, touching her elbow, as he drew in the scent of her – Athosian spice, woman, and the ocean at night. He needed to touch and kiss her again with a roaring instinct that once more pushed aside his nervous caution enough to step right up close to her. Her wide dark eyes lifted up to his, and her lips parted with what he was certain was aroused anticipation. He lowered his mouth to hers, feeling her breath against his skin before he brushed his lips over hers. The line was already long past crossed, the door open between them, and he wasn't about to run away. There was only one way to be sure of what would happen now, and it seemed that when he was touching her, kissing her, it all made sense again. It all flowed, as did their mouths sinking into another deep smooth kiss.
Almost immediately, something changed. Maybe it was the taste of each other again, or that they hadn't really cooled off from where they had left things out on the beach, but suddenly there was a hunger in the kiss once more. He knew that half of it was because of him, and feeling emboldened, he angled his head and slid his tongue deeply into her mouth, sliding wetly over hers. He felt a shudder pass through her, felt her lean closer, her hands grasping the front of his shirt again. He slid his hands off her arms, around her sides, and smoothly over her ribs round to her back. He pulled her gently towards him, needing that full body contact again, aching to feel the tight press of her nipples against him once more.
Excitement blazoned in his chest as her body met against his. The feel of her soft full breasts and tightened nipples against him broke a deep murmur of pleasure from him, and destroyed all his fears. He wrapped his arms around her fully, holding her tighter to him, almost crushing her against him, but she didn't seem to mind because her hands were under his shirt again, her nails grazing against the skin of his back. Breathing harder around their rapid deep kisses, he ran his hands over her, exploring, delighting and caressing as much as he could, celebrating in the curves of her waist, her hips, and her backside. He cupped the globes of her backside and she rubbed herself into his hold, which consequently also rubbed her belly against his returning erection. He felt as much as heard her moan as she lifted up on her toes, pressing their mouths harder together in a long kiss that quickly stole his breath.
Their lips parted, both of them drawing in oxygen, and he blinked rapidly to try and force some blood into his brain and stop the threatening light-headedness. Her fingers slid against his cheek, her fingertips light teasing points of warmth along his jaw to his chin. He dipped his head forward to bring his forehead against hers, listening to her drawing in her own fast breaths. He opened his eyes a fraction to watch her lick her full swollen lips, and he tightened his hands on her hips.
Things were more than ready to move forward, and he could feel the subtle rocking of her hips and back that told him she wanted him. Knowing that, he really struggled to control himself, to not just strip her dress off her and seek out that moist deep warm place between her legs that he had only briefly touched before. She wanted him in there, he was sure of it, but he held still, holding her, working to keep control a little longer so that if she wasn't ready for more he could step back.
She let out a loud sighing breath as her forehead slid against his, and her nose brushed his, her lips grazing against his. He met her kiss, losing himself into the wet smooth sliding, sucking and biting exchange. Her hands were sliding further under his shirt, pulling it upwards whilst he slid his hands down her back. The fabric of his shirt all bunched up under his arms, he reluctantly released her to reach down for it, but she was helping him already by pulling the shirt upwards. He tugged the shirt up off over his head with a chuckle, "It has buttons you know," he pointed out as he chucked it away and reached for her again.
He saw her smile, but her eyes were on his stomach and chest, and as he returned his hands to the swells of her hips, he was thrilled to see that she liked what she saw of him. Her hands gliding up both sides of his chest, her gaze slowly lifted up to meet his. Her eyes were deep dark pools now, entirely black and he barely stopped himself from growling with pleasure as he dropped his mouth to hers forcefully, pulling her right up against his bare chest.
He turned them, walking her back the two steps to a kitchen unit until he felt the cooler edge of the worktop meet the back of his hands, at which point he slid his hands lower and scooped her up. She understood his plan for she released him with one hand and slid her backside up onto the work surface. He almost trapped his hands between her butt and the worktop, but he pulled them free slowly at the last moment as he crowded up against her. Her knees parting around his hips, as he leant into her body warmth once more.
She tensed then however, pulling her mouth away. "The hot tea," she warned, looking to her side. He had forgotten she had had a drink around here somewhere, so he pulled back just enough to take in the worktop on either side of her shapely hips. The mug was only a foot away, steaming still. He reached for it and moved it further away, her hands sliding across his shoulders, but about to release the mug, he decided it was still too close for what they were up to, so he moved it even further away. She chuckled at that, the sound deep and womanly. He turned his full attention back to her, crowding in further against her, his eyes sliding over her sat in that flattering dress.
Her hands were exploring his chest, and her fingers settled on his nipples, sending lightening shots of pleasure through his already overheated body. She circled her fingertips over them and so he reached up and cupped her breasts through the thin fabric barrier of her dress. She leant into his hands, putting more of the fuller weight of her breasts in his hands and he smiled at her willingness for his touch. He lifted them slightly, massaging, and she moaned lightly, her fingers drifting down from his own nipples. He slid his hands up her chest though, following the two straps that secured the dress up behind her neck. He had already noticed earlier that they were secured in a tight bow. She lifted her chin, exposing more of her throat to him as he tugged at the end of the bow at the nape of her neck and the two straps loosened. He pulled them slowly forward and watched the front cups of the dress fall forward, exposing her breasts fully.
"Teyla," he whispered reverently as he leant forward and once again brushed his lips down over the upper swell of one of breast. Her hands slid around his neck and her knees pressed against his hips as he gently surrounded one nipple with his lips and drew it deeply into his mouth. Her shaky deep moan was like music to his ears.
Her hands caressed over his shoulders as he licked and sucked, taking his time to be thorough and enjoy every single moment, the flexing of her back in his hands confirming how much she liked what he was doing. He slid his mouth across to her other nipple and repeated his worship, only this time he slid his hands around her sides and hips, which only made her arch her back and breath louder against him. She was losing it, sighing with delight and murmuring his name as he trailed his hands down her thighs on either side of him, following the toned lines from hip to knee and back again. When her knees widened, he pulled his mouth from her, nuzzling into her cleavage and upwards, licking up between the points of her collarbones into the tiny dip at the base of her throat. He felt her swallow against his lips, her hands tight around the back of his neck and in his hair.
He ran his hands back up her thighs, but this time pushing the hem of her dress upwards, right up to her hips, and she lifted her backside from the worktop so that his palms met the outer lacy edges of her underwear. He could smell her musky aroused scent now and it called to a deep primal part of him that practically roared to bury himself into her. But, he didn't want to just yet, not yet…
He lifted his mouth from her throat to look down between their close bodies to see the parted top of her thighs. He ran his hands over her bare toned thighs into that warm space between them, grazing against her through her underwear again. He was aware he was breathing heavily but so was she. In a surprising move, her hands slid into his view and she caught the top of her underwear and began pushing the material down, exposing her lower belly and then the triangle of her hair. He met her hands, taking over as he stepped back enough to pull the lacy underwear down her shapely legs, and he dropped the delicate fabric aside. He ran his hands up her entirely naked and parted legs and stepped back between them, lifting his gaze up to meet hers, struck once more at how unbelievable this was.
This was really happening.
Her hands were sliding around his shoulders again, her eyes darkly hooded, and her breaths were pushing out through her full parted lips. He ran one hand around the outside of her thigh, supporting her, as he ran his other fingers up the inside of her other thigh. He watched her face as his fingers brushed past her parted outer lips, and then met the wet hot swollen flesh around her opening. She groaned along with him. He leant in and pressed his mouth to hers quickly, capturing her whisper of his name.
He gently circled his fingers against her, overwhelmed by the wetness, all for him, and the tempting rim of her opening. She rocked her pelvis, her eagerness peaking with him, but in that moment, he knew that he had to see her come first. He wanted this to last as long as was possible and if he had to stop and start all night to keep himself from coming, then he would. He pulled his mouth from hers as he circled her flesh again, exploring the intimate folds with a new focus, but which clearly scattered her own. Her hand grasped onto his forearm in something close to begging him to stop and urging him deeper. He softened his touch just in case, but she murmured and he felt the quiver through her. She was so close. He pressed the tip of one finger into her inviting parting flesh and felt her engulf him. She murmured as he slid his finger deeper, pausing only to retreat and caress back, spreading her wetness and feeling her inner walls part for him. She felt magnificent.
He pulled back a little further from her so that he could watch his finger slid back into her and then he looked back up to watch her head roll back, her breasts arching upward as she held tightly onto him. She was obviously enjoying how he touched her, the passion flushing through her body, but he sensed a quivering restraining tension in her too. He wondered if Kanaan had taken his time with her like this, maybe she wasn't used to letting go completely, or perhaps she just didn't want to come just yet.
"You okay?" He whispered against her cheek, needing to be sure.
"Yes, oh, John," she panted back, her body vibrating with the barely restrained control. He slid two fingers up into her, retreated and then repeated, mimicking what he wanted to be doing inside her. His hard on was painfully tight inside his shorts, but he could wait. There was nothing more he wanted than to give her an earth shattering orgasm, to watch her feel all the pleasure she could. He caressed his fingers up into her over and over, her wetness spreading and coating him, and her sighs became longer and her hands tighter on his sides.
"More, John," she begged breathily, "more," she repeated, parting her legs.
He pushed his fingers deeper and faster and felt her inner walls tightening, clasping him. Her hand clamped around the back of his neck, holding herself upright against him, as he added a third finger into her tight space, stretching her wide enough for him now, but he was determined not to enter her yet. He gloried in the sight of her, so open, so emotionally exposed, and yet he still saw the struggle in her. Maybe she really wasn't all that good at letting go, but he would help her. He wanted her to feel it, to enjoy the experience, and to know that there were absolutely no barriers between them anymore.
He felt the tremors passing through her, knew she was still so achingly close, and with a sudden driving desire, he pulled his fingers from her, dropped to his knees, and pressed his mouth into the open parted wet oval of her womanhood. Her hands gripped his hair sharply, her inner thighs hot and scented on either side of his head, as he licked his tongue up into her. She came hard and fast against his mouth, her cries high and echoing, and he rode with her all the way.
Her thighs relaxed from around him, her body loose in her aftermath, and he nuzzled out of her centre. The taste of her was so elemental, so 'her' in a way he couldn't have known before, that he felt himself almost come. He rested his cheek against the inside of her thigh and forced his thoughts quickly onto dark dangerous things, chasing back the near miss. He mentally ran through the corridor layout outside his quarters in Atlantis, remembered the biting cold of an ocean crash, the sting of Antarctica's freeze, and his body responded, easing back from the precipice.
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She had never experienced anything as exquisitely pleasurable as his touch and then his mouth upon her.
The only ways she had made love before were in the sleeping area of a tent, begun with a clear mind and purpose to share. She had lain on a bed or upon a rug, and enjoyed lovemaking before, exploring and sharing pleasure. However, now she knew that those joinings had been pale almost intellectual exercises compared to the wild raw intimacy of sharing her body with a man who aroused her with just a smile and a kiss.
His body, bare-chested, had filled her vision as she had allowed the most intimate of touches, only he had explored deeper and with such focus that she had felt scattered into the winds of bliss. His touch had fulfilled something so basic, yet also such a weak example of what was to come between them, only he had seemed in no rush for that. His kisses on her skin, his fingers and thumb teasing, had given in a way that had threatened to split her apart whilst sat half-naked upon a worktop. She had fleeting moments to wish to reach for him, to return the pleasuring giving, but he had only given more, stealing her focus entirely. Just when she had felt the first promises of release, pulling her towards ultimate satisfaction, he had dropped down and pressed his mouth to her most intimately, and she had lost all control. It was the most shockingly arrived peak of bliss and she embraced it thoroughly now, letting it shake her body through as she gripped a tight hold on John.
How could there be any restraint or walls behind which to hide after such an experience.
She reached down to where he breathed soft kisses against her inner thigh, calling him back up to her with her touch. His eyes lifted to hers as he ran his hands up her legs, and it no longer seemed to register as unusual that she was most intimately exposed to him. His smile, as he began to stand, held a satisfied sensual delight that she found thrilling, which was only more apparent as he bent forward and pressed a kiss to her lower belly as he stood, then another just under the line of where her dress had been pushed up. Her dress was now a band of fabric only around her middle and suddenly it was in the way. She sat up fully upright once more and reached round to her side where the tiny concealed zipper held the dress closed around her middle. She worked it down as John pressed a kiss to one of her breasts and then the other, before his cheek brushed hers, drawing her into a long deep kiss. She forgot her dress throughout it.
What she was very much aware of during the kiss, was that he was vibrating with arousal, his shoulders tense under her hands where before they were loose with enjoyment. Now, she could feel the tight bow of tension within him, aching to release. She wished desperately to help him, to give to him the pleasure that he had given to her, but she suspected that it would take little to tip the balance for him now. His kiss conveyed that need in him, his breathing broken, and his hands gripping her hips tightly as he leant against her, the ridge of his arousal against her core. She ran her hands down his chest and belly, down to the closure of his shorts. She worked them free with minimal effort, but as they loosened to drop easily from his hips, he broke their kiss and reached down to them. She watched him pull something out of a pocket and, with a roll of his hips, the fabric dropped to the floor, exposing his straining full erection. She reached between their bodies and slid her touch against him, gently and carefully, yet still he sucked in a sharp breath. She heard the breaking of metal foil and saw the small packet appear between them, held in his near shaking hands. Understanding his intent, she released him with a soft caress, and ran her hands instead around his naked hips, enjoying the swell of muscle as she watched him slip on the protective sheath. The reality of what they were about to enjoy was not as shocking as before, now it was a glorious excited promise.
The foil packet set aside, his hands were on her again, one hand slipping down between her legs. She pulled him to her by his hips as she sat forward against him, seeking his mouth with hers and she lifted her knees high on either side of him. His body felt so strong, so lean and powerful between her arms and legs. His mouth moved slower against hers this time though, his awareness of the monumental moment upon him as well. She pulled him even closer, and his fingers parted her intimate flesh for the full press of his arousal.
She paused at the contact, parting her mouth from him, and she looked up to see him watching her, his eyes wide and almost shocked as he pushed slowly and so carefully into her.
He stretched her deliciously, retreating briefly to push deeper, easing her for him, and she leant back from him slightly to tilt her pelvis forward to assist his welcome invasion. He groaned as he pushed deep into her, filling her entirely, and bringing their groins together in a tight press that brought the rest of their bodies entirely together for the first time.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, adjusting herself to accommodate him more comfortably, and his hands ran down her backside to assist her. His breathing was ragged now, broken with a groan as he rested his forehead against her temple. She suspected he wished to draw this out for longer, but it was clear to her that he was too aroused, too pushed to his limits.
She reached up and cupped his jaw, encouraging him to pull back enough to look at her. She smiled at him softly, stroking either side of his chin with her thumbs. He was so handsome, so wonderfully fulfilling, and so beautiful to her. She pressed a soft light kiss to his full lips and rocked her hips, beginning their rhythm for him. He let out a heavy sigh of pleasure as he drew partly out of her and then slid back deeply inside, and repeated the motion slowly and deliberately. She held tight hold around the back of his neck and his hip, moving with him and maintaining their closeness. She pressed kisses to his cheek and lips and murmured as he initiated a deep penetrative kiss.
A sudden loud roar snapped her senses from their single focus on John. He froze with her, their mouths popping apart, and she saw sudden movement outside the window across the room.
She angled her head around John's shoulder. "A car," she reported breathily. "Next door."
John twisted to look over his shoulder towards the side window that overlooked the Salisburys' villa. "Where?"
"It drove up their driveway, around to the back of the house maybe," she suggested. It was pitch black outside, and even inside their own villa, the two lamps that were on barely lit the interior against the darkness. However, she realised that would not have stopped anyone passing by outside from having seen her and John inside.
"Great, now he meets his contact," John muttered with a mix of bemused bitterness.
"It might be them returning, we did not see if they had left with Teresa and Terry," she replied very softly as if their talking might be overheard.
There was the unmistakable sound of a car door shutting outside. "Whoever it is will pass by our window," she realised, not just because it would allow them to see who it was, but that it would also mean that their lovemaking would be witnessed.
John pulled from her as she pushed herself off the edge of the worktop, both of them hiding once again this evening. They both dropped down behind the next kitchen worktop, to peer up over it to see a dark shadow pass along next door's driveway. The outline had been of a man, but she hadn't been able to make out any details from so far away from the window.
"Salisbury?" She asked quietly.
"Don't think so," John replied from where he was more openly stood at the worktop, his bare chest not all that revealing if he was seen. She realised that her dress was hanging loose around her hips, so she roughly pushed it down the rest of the way, glad to be free of it now. She peered carefully up over the top of the worktop across to the window and then up at John.
He was grinning down at her, so she glared up at him. "Where is the camera?" She asked.
"You had it in your bag," John replied far too logically and still grinning at her.
She peered further out at the kitchen and spotted where she had put the camera when she had removed it from her bag. She would have remembered had she not been naked and hiding. "Is he still out there?" she asked as she worked her way along behind the kitchen unit, keeping one arm over her breasts, as she headed towards the camera.
"He's around the front," John replied with more focus in his voice now.
She reached the end of the kitchen unit on top of which the camera rested and, keeping herself behind the breadbin, she reached up for it. She activated the camera as she dropped back down behind the kitchen unit. If the man was at the front of the next villa, then the only way to see him now was from the windows in the living area. She peered out from behind the kitchen unit and, keeping low, headed into the living area. There she switched off the lamp next to one couch, dropping the villa into near darkness. The lamp near the front door was still alight. However, now feeling more concealed, she moved less cautiously through the living space, her eyes adjusting to the darkness to see that there was no one out in the road to see her. She hunkered down lower as she slipped behind the higher backed couch, and beyond which the window afforded a view of the front of Mr Salisbury's villa.
Where she could see the new arrival, a man for sure, was stood on the porch, waiting as if expecting the door to open. The villa however remained dark.
Movement to her right heralded John's arrival at her side, his hand touching her arm gently to let her know he was there. "He's not worried about being seen if he's using the front door," he noted softly as his other hand settled on her back and he leant closer to her so that he could see further through the window. The man's arrival had been badly timed for them, but it was not to be missed. This could be the contact General O'Neill had sent them here to identify.
Teyla squinted through the darkness towards the man stood outside Salisbury's front door, but it was difficult to make out his features when it was so dark. "It is not Terry, is it?" She considered.
John leant closer and further forward over the top of the couch, squinting himself. "No, it's not Terry," he replied with certainty. "He's squared shouldered and a good few inches shorter."
Teyla judged the man's height by the height of the front door outside of which he stood.
A light abruptly flared to life in the Salisbury villa. She and John ducked down lower behind the couch.
"This is becoming a bad habit," John whispered with a grin, which she could just about see in the low light.
"We need to get a picture of him," she whispered back to him with a smile of her own. "At least then it will be worth the interruption."
"Nothing's worth this kind of interruption," John muttered.
Her arm and knee were against his in their hiding place, but she reached out and ran her hand along his closest leg in understanding.
They heard the sound of a door opening roughly and voices rising outside, so they both slowly and carefully peered up over the back of the couch. Salisbury stood in his doorway, securing the belt of a robe around his middle. In the pale available light he did not look amused.
"Salisbury does not appear happy to see him," she whispered.
"He's not the only one," John replied. "I'll turn off our light," he suggested as he moved away.
Teyla watched his naked backside and shoulders moving away in a distracted moment before returning her attention to Salisbury and his late visitor. There was a lot of talking going on over there, but it was too quiet and far away for her to catch any of it. John switched off the last lamp and complete darkness filled their villa. Teyla saw Salisbury's visitor glance round, but only briefly. Salisbury gestured with both hands and then stepped back into the villa. The door closed, but his visitor remained. Teyla watched the man turn away, his hands on his hips, and he shook his head. He appeared angry or frustrated.
In complete darkness now, Teyla felt more comfortable standing up a little, leaning against the back of the high backed couch, so that she could more comfortably watch. She was hesitant to stand fully, for she was naked. She glanced aside to see where John was, and saw him moving back towards her through the darkness.
"He parked just up the driveway," he reported quietly. "Got the plate number."
She nodded before returning her attention to outside. "Salisbury has gone back inside, while his visitor appears to be waiting outside. He appears angry or frustrated."
John slid into place next to her, his shoulder and arm against her warm and welcoming. "The light's still on. Maybe Salisbury's changing to come out."
Teyla watched the unknown visitor wander away from the porch, pacing around the small lawn in a clear attempt to distract himself or waste time. Whenever he turned towards their villa, Teyla dipped lowered behind the couch. She kept one arm over her breasts now, feeling more comfortable that way, since there were wide windows to her left as well. The villa's windows clearly required curtains or blinds like upstairs. She was tempted to mention that feedback to Teresa when they left on Monday.
"Someone's coming down the road," John reported and she rose up a little higher to see there was a figure approaching along the path. "Teresa," John added after a beat.
Teyla frowned at the vague female form in the far darkness and then to him. "How do you know that?" She asked with some suspicion.
"Her hair," John replied with a smile, which she could see easily now that her eyes had adjusted to the new darkness. He was leant close, very close.
Teyla looked back to Teresa in the distance, who had stopped. She made a large gesture, which Salisbury's visitor saw. He gestured back, but she responded with another 'come to me' gesture. He shook his head angrily, but did as she requested and began moving down the road towards her.
"Mmm," John considered with suspicion.
Salisbury's door opened again and he stepped out, dressed now, and headed out to the road and followed after the visitor. Teresa was waiting for them two doors down. From the shape of her, her arms were crossed and she did not look very happy.
With all the people further down the street, she and John rose up higher. Teyla reactivated the camera, which had shut down, and lifted it to take some pictures. They could capture a photo of the man easier now he was further away and less likely to see the camera. She lifted the camera in both hands, surrendering her nudity to do so – there was no one else around outside. However, John stepped up behind her and one of his arms wrapped around her, covering both her breasts with his long forearm.
"Thank you," she whispered with a smile.
"You're welcome," he whispered somewhat seductively over her left shoulder.
He leant nearer, pressing his body close to her, his heat covering her previous slight chill. From over her shoulder, he watched the back screen of the camera as she adjusted the zoom, focusing in on the people stood in a circle.
"They are arguing," she noted unnecessarily.
"New guy looks more angry at Salisbury than her," John added, his breath warm over her bare shoulder. His thick muscular arm around her felt wonderful, chasing away the chill, protecting her breasts from sight, and yet also teasing. The pressure of his warm arm flush against her rushed the sexual excitement back through her body, and she could feel her nipples tighten further against the inside of his forearm.
She focused on capturing a picture of the visitor, but it was quite dark out there, and the picture was hazy. She mumbled at the result.
"Tech guys might be able to clean it up," John suggested, his lips seeming to be hovering against her skin at her shoulder.
"I do not want to risk using the flash, it will draw their attention," she replied as she took another photo, which nicely captured the visitor's profile. She lowered the camera and rested her hands down onto the back of the couch again. John kept his arm around her, and she was in no hurry for him to move away.
"Maybe he's Teresa's guy," John considered softly against her neck, his lips brushing her skin for sure this time. "Now he's found out about her and Salisbury and he's pissed." His voice sounded distracted and playful.
"Maybe he's Salisbury's guy," Teyla suggested in turn.
She felt John's smile against her skin as he brushed his mouth against her. His arm shifted over her breasts, just a little, but it was enough to slide over her nipples and draw out a flash of arousal down through her. His lips slid up the side of her neck to her ear, and his other hand grazed into play over her hip. She closed her eyes for a moment and leant back against him, before she snapped her eyes open.
"We need to keep watch," she pointed out, but her voice sounded husky to her own ears.
"We're watching," John replied against her ear.
She tilted her head aside, and his lips pressed to her skin. She leant her weight on out stretched arms against the back of the couch in front of them and tried to focus on the three people outside, but John's free hand was circling low over her belly. She sighed heavily as his hand slid down between her legs, which she parted to give him room.
He circled gently, so softly that she had to arch back against him, rubbing herself into his touch. They had been so rudely interrupted. She had barely begun to enjoy the feel of him inside her.
She lifted one hand from the couch and caressed her hand down his arm, down to where his fingers teased her entrance, and then round behind her, finding the enjoyable muscular swell of his hip and backside. He moved closer and she felt the hard ridge of him against her hip. Instinctively she rolled her hips back to rub against him.
She struggled to keep her eyes open and focused outside.
Down the road, the animated gesturing had stopped, but from the visitor's body language it was clear to Teyla that he wasn't convinced by the discussion. However, she was not able to interpret any more, for John's touch was too distracting. His fingers parted her flesh as he shifted to stand directly behind her and then the head of his arousal was sliding between his fingers into her. She leant forward into his arm to assist his penetration, leaning her weight forward onto the couch.
He slid slowly and as deeply as the position allowed, bring their bodies flush together once more, and now both his arms wrapped around her.
She gasped at the sensation, reaching back again to clasp his hip appreciatively. "John," she cried into the darkness.
He withdrew slightly and pushed back into her. He felt full and swollen, filling her, rubbing her wonderfully inside. She leant a little further forward as he thrust again, and he leant forward with her, his chest against her back, her backside right up tight into his groin. His mouth was hot on the side of her throat, sucking and teasing. She rocked her head back and to the side to assist him, whilst she struggled to keep watch as well. He felt so good. His tongue circled tiny wet circles on her shoulder, her skin acutely sensitive.
Movement on the street, made her lift her head. Teresa was leaving, heading away into the darkness, leaving Salisbury with his visitor.
John began to move faster into her, and she leant back into him. He withdrew his arm from around her, only to replace it with both his hands, each covering one of her breasts. Arousal so hot and intoxicating flooded through her, making her legs feel weak under her, and her concentration wavered from the window. She reached back and pulled herself into his thrusts as he continued his slow, but thorough penetrations. His hands massaged her breasts, lifting, squeezing.
"They are returning," she reported abruptly through rapid breaths, seeing the two men heading back up the road towards them.
John held still with her, his hands secure over her breasts, and his chin on her shoulder, as they both watched, their breathing fast and their bodies interlocked in the most intimate of ways. She felt light-headed with heightened arousal, and though his presence in the body, still and deep, was pleasurable, she missed the friction of his thrusts desperately. She clutched onto him and the back of the couch for support as they watched the men growing closer.
"They will see us," she whispered breathily.
"We'll be okay," he whispered back, but they both leant forward together to lower their profile. It would appear darker inside the villa to those outside.
They watched the men, who still appeared not to be getting along, as they reached the end of Salisbury's driveway. The unknown man gestured dismissively to Salisbury and walked away, up the side driveway towards his parked car. Salisbury shook his head and made his way towards his front door. At the last moment, Annette pulled open the door, looking half-asleep and worried. Salisbury made some calming gestures, but the unknown man's car roared to life and he backed rapidly down the driveway, screeching onto the road and then accelerating off down the road.
Teyla shifted her head to brush her cheek against John's in a silent version of a shared look. His hands had flexed, almost protectively, over her breasts at the roar of the car's engines, but they relaxed once more now.
Annette shouted something from the doorway, stepped inside and then slammed the door loudly.
"I'm putting my money on new guy being something to do with Teresa and Salisbury's affair," John whispered against her ear.
"Or perhaps it is over a venture that they are in disagreement over," she suggested as she watched Salisbury try the front door handle, but it was locked. He hammered on the door, and then pressed doorbell and waited. After a long second the door opened, but Annette did not appear. Salisbury disappeared into his villa looking less than pleased.
"Somebody's going to be sleeping on the couch tonight," John uttered with dark amusement.
"He is the guy after all," she replied quoting him from last night.
He smiled against her skin once more and shifted inside her. She straightened up slightly from their hunched hiding position and he began to move within her again. This time she had no distraction, no concern as to people outside, she just closed her eyes and moved with him. He kissed her back, her shoulder, the nape of her neck, his hands sliding over her sides and around to her front to once more massage her breasts. She gasped with the heightening speed and passion, but her legs were weakening from it all.
She pulled from him, turning, reaching for him, as his hands glided over her. She stepped up against him and pressed her mouth to his. His arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace, holding her flush to him, chest to chest, the length of his arousal pinned between them.
She cupped one side of his jaw in her hand as they kissed long and deep, his hands caressing over her freely. Completely naked with each other in the darkness, pressed so close, free to touch and share, she squeezed her eyes tightly closed and celebrated in the wondrous feel of it all.
Soft material met the back of her knees and she settled backwards onto the couch, drawing him down with her. He covered her this time, his mouth, chest, and belly against hers as he slid deeply into her again. She lifted her knees up high against his sides and gripped his backside as he thrust a rapid smooth rhythm. The repetitive slide and retreat, the tight joining and then withdrawing, the wetness and deep intimacy mixed with absolute certainty rushed her along the path to that promising fulfilment once again.
She ran her hands over his body, muscular, straining, textured and strong, moving over her and inside her. His mouth caressed and licked, from her mouth to her throat, one nipple and then the other, and back up along her jaw to her mouth once more.
Heightening, squeezing, and groaning, she rocked with him, lifting her legs higher and further apart. His back was a mass of movement and twisting straining muscle and sinew under her hands. She dug her fingers deep into the mass of sleek muscle over his shoulder blades and cried against the roaring passion hovering ready to crash upon her. The friction, the slide of body against body was so good, so right. She pressed her cheek against his shoulder, gripping him tighter, as she felt him shudder, verging on the edge of his own orgasm. She dropped her head back as he rocked them together, the mutual collision lifting her backside from the couch's fabric, and as she rocked back down with him, the friction and the slick slide of his mouth down her throat, broke the veil apart and her peak hit her in a sudden overwhelming welcome rush.
She held onto him with strong fingers throughout it, watching him straining over her, his arms locked out on either side of her as he thrust into her contacting core, and then he tensed entirely, from his thighs, to his chest, and forehead. She watched in heightened vision from her own pleasure as he poured himself into his release, her hands sliding down his chest as he flexed and held still for the final quiver of his energy. He looked elementally masculine and beautiful in that moment, the last straining moment held still outside of time as they locked gazes through the faint light.
She ran her hands up to his jaw, feeling emotion unspoken for so long, now completely undeniable. And through that painfully beautiful realisation, she also knew the most wondrous of pleasures.
He lowered over her, his hands outlining her face in turn and his mouth covered hers.
They shared an open mouthed wet soft kiss that lingered on into another, around which their breathing slowed and the weight of his body increased upon her. It was a wonderful weight, cradled easily between her hips, and she would have been quite happy to have him remain there, but a sleepiness had begun to infuse through her.
The kiss slowed and ended gently, making her feel as if everything had been thoroughly completed and every part of them moulded together.
His lifted his mouth from hers, and she opened her eyes to look up at him with a new deeper love than ever before.
He smiled softly.
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