Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once: I don't own any of the characters and I'm not making money off of doing this. This is simply for fun.
Present Day (February 18, 2009):
The group had gone to the bar Shakers. The guys started a game of billiards. And the ladies are inside having drinks, except for Elizabeth and Jennifer. Jennifer is looking through a song book, selecting a song to sing.
"Aha!" She says loudly as she finds a song that she wants to sing.
"Oh no! Here we go…" Marie says under her breath. She waves Evan over who's standing outside watching a game between, John and Ronon.
Evan has a big smile on his face as he nudges Ronon to come with him. "Dude, you're gonna want to see this." Ronon frowns and follows Evan inside, absently handing his cue stick to Mike.
Jennifer is standing next to the entrance by a man with headphones and what seems to look like a keyboard in front of him. She's holding a mic and looking up at the flat screen above the bar. The girls are all sitting to one side, against the glass that is looking out on the balcony where the billiards table is at. Their faces sporting big smiles.
Ronon stands behind Laura and Marie who are sitting down facing Jennifer. The door swings open again and Rodney, Carson, Radek, Hank and Mike come in, leaving John at the billiards table, scratching his head. Nick and Paul are off to the far side of the balcony flirting with a couple of girls. He notices Teyla getting up from her seat quietly and walking out the door and grabbing the a stick leaning against the glass.
Suddenly a song comes on and the girls plus Evan start clapping their hands. Jennifer makes a curtsy and says through the mic "Thank You. I dedicate this song to my girlfriends!" Waving her hands at them and then winking at Rodney, causing all the girls to laugh. Rodney has an odd expression on his face.
"I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your life right
Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones
And girls just want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun!"
As she's singing this the girls are clapping their hands to the beat.
"The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one
But girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have—"
Ronon can't help but smile as she starts to choreograph the song. Jumping up and down and clutching her throat as she tries to sing the high notes.
Marie and Laura surprise everyone when they jump up and start singing along with her and imitating her not so graceful dance moves.
"That's all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls-- they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun."
"Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have."
X
With Jennifer singing Cyndi Lauper's 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' inside and the last Tequila shot swiped from Jennifer at the suite, Teyla made the brave move to walk outside and join John for a game of billiards.
"Mind if I join you?" Teyla asks him.
John nods his head over to the cue stick leaning against the glass. She takes it in her hand as John reracks the balls.
"Break?" He asks her. Teyla grabs the cue ball and positions it and then strikes making the other balls scatter in different directions.
Flashback to the Post Prom Party (May 13, 2000):
Teyla wanders along the hall looking for someplace quiet to collect her thoughts. Elizabeth's house is huge and anybody can get lost in it. But she's been in here countless times before. The Atlantis' elite group would meet here once a month. And the fact that their parents are close family friends help, too. So she knows her way around the mansion. She hears a loud clash and someone swearing through double doors. She opens the door a crack to peek through. Seeing someone standing in front of a large wooden table, holding a stick. "John?"
He turns around to see Teyla. In the dim lighting, her dress looks like a deep green, making her tanned skin glow. "Oh hey Teyla." He says greeting her and not taking his eyes of her face.
"What are you doing in here, John? The party is outside." Teyla asks him with a smile. He looks so handsome standing there. Even with his hair sticking up in all directions. His bowtie undone and hanging loosely around his collar. His white crisp shirt wrinkled with a red stain down the front, courtesy of Adria's fit earlier that evening, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had already carelessly tossed his jacket over an overstuffed chair.
"I should ask you the same." John says, turning back to the pool table.
"It was getting a bit crowded. I thought you were playing poker with the guys?" Teyla asks, leaning against the table facing him as he takes his shot. He misses. Obviously distracted.
"When the fight broke out, Mike disappeared. I think he went to find Lizzie. Checked on Rodney. He's got a cut lip." And then shaking his head he adds. "Ronon left right after to look for Jen. Evan, well I dunno where he is. Last time I saw him, he was trying to convince Chuck to split the bet with him."
"What b –? Never mind." Teyla says as she realizes that it must be another one of those bets on who wins the fight or whatever.
"So why are you here?" John asks Teyla as he straightens from the table to look at Teyla as he leans on the cue stick.
"Well I definitely know where Evan is." Teyla replies as she moves around the the table, slowly. skimming her fingers across the polished wood.
"Ah, I'm assuming he and Kate found someplace to make out?" John swallows a lump in his throat as he says that.
"Not exactly. But they did find some secluded place – to talk." Teyla informs him.
"Talk?" John's eyebrow cocks up. "You mean the talk?"
"Yup. The talk." Teyla confirms.
"Wow. Didn't see that coming." John says as he lets out a whistle.
"Yeah, so like you said, Liz is with Mike. I think, finally, they've seen the light." Teyla says with a smile.
"Long time coming." John says, knowing what Teyla meant about the two.
Elizabeth and Mike have been at each others' throats since they were little. Competing against each other. Mike always playing tricks on her and Elizabeth criticizing almost everything he does. It was plain for everyone to see that there was a definite attraction. Although, most people have assumed that Mike found out about the attraction earlier on whereas Elizabeth had ignored it.
"Everyone else is either making out, dancing or passed out. Like Bates. Again." Teyla continues. "Ronon and Jennifer have disappeared."
"You still haven't answered my question." John says, looking her in the eye as he steps up closer to her, trapping her between the table and himself.
"I just did. They've all paired up and stuff." She can't seem to look away from his eyes.
"See, that's my answer." John says. "But that's me. I only have five really close friends that I can stand to hang around with. What's your excuse?"
"What do you mean?" Teyla asks, looking away, feeling very flustered for the very first time.
"You're the golden girl. You can hang out with anyone." John tells her.
"I am not the golden girl."
"Yeah, you are."
In order to change the subject, Teyla reaches for another cue stick. "Why don't you just teach me how to play this game."
John shakes his head and then says "Fine. Have it your way." He teaches her how to grip the stick, and then positions himself onto the table to show her how to aim. She moves to his left and imitates his position. Then he tells her which balls to aim for. She misses. The second time she even scratches the surface of the table. So the third time she misses he sighs and says "Here." He positions himself behind her and places her hands on the cue sticks. "Just follow my movement." He tells her.
He gives her some more instructions. And then straightens up from her. She misses again. So he bends down closer to her body. He can smell her perfume. A scent so grown up and sexy. She shifts a little bit and bumps into his groin. He swears silently in his head at the touch. The strap of her drass falling down on one shoulder. He longs to kiss that spot. He slides his arms around her, covering both her hands to position them. Pulling and pushing the stick back and forth.
The movement of their actions seems so very intimate and erotic to her. She's never felt this way with Kanaan. Ever. Even when they made out it seemed forced. That's why they never went all the way. They've only gone to second base. Even that didn't feel right. But this. Here with John, it seemed like the only right thing to do. To be this close. With his cheek pressed against hers. His chest covering her back, with his arms around her and her butt nestled against his thighs. It felt right. She can hear his shallow breathing as he guides her hands.
Wam!
She made a shot, and a ball went down a corner pocket. She makes a sound of delight and turns to look at him. Her smile fades from her mouth as she looks at his eyes. His eyes burning intensely with something she's never seen before. Especially not on Kanaan. But on John? Maybe. A little. She has caught him staring at her several times before. An intense look. But never a look like this one.
She starts to breath heavily too. Licking her lips was his undoing. John groans and dips his head down for a kiss. They're both still leaning against the pool table, his arm supporting her back while he leans against the other, palm flat on the green table. She whimpers and then relaxes as he moves his mouth over hers roughly at first and then gentler. Teyla's hands fall on his waist, pulling him closer to her. She adds more pressure to her grip signaling him to do something. "John." She whispers in plea.
John then grabs her waist and lifts her up against him and sets her on the table. On instinct, Teyla spreads her thighs apart and pulls John towards her. His hands have found their way under her dress and are caressing her thighs, moving closer and closer to the desired spot.
"You haven't answered my question yet." John tells her. John pulls his hand away from her thighs. She lets out a sound of disagreement. "Tell me why you're here with me and not out there?"
"B-because I was looking for you. I w-wanted to s-see you." She stutters, almost unable to complete a coherent sentence as his fingers brush lightly against the back of her knees. John groans at her answer. She pulls his collar away from his neck, kissing him there and sucking his skin ever so lightly. Unconsciously wanting to mark him for hers. Wrapping her legs around him, she pulls him towards her. She slowly pulls the hem of her dress up her thighs and grabs his hands and places them back where they were. "John. Please."
"Are you sure?" John asks, moving his hands towards the strings of her thongs.
"I've never been more sure in my life." She answers him. Groaning again, he slides her towards him. Slipping his finger underneath the strings. Tracing the outline of her panty. She lets out a small gasp.
"God, Teyla. I don't think I can control myself." John tells her as he buries his face against her shoulder.
"Then don't." She tells him, lifting his head to face her. "I want this."
"Have you –" John begins to say, choking on his words. "Did you and K –"
"Never."
"Oh god!" John groans aloud before kissing her. His tongue plunging in her mouth as his hand covers her mouth. Teyla moans as his hand rubs her through the fabric of her underwear. His fingertips brushing against the flesh at the bikini line.
"Now John." Teyla demands.
"You're not ready yet." John tells her. She's damp but not damp enough. She's a virgin. So she needs to be very ready. And she needs a bed. It has to be special. He can't take away her virginity on a billiards table. For one, it would be messy. And two, someone might walk in and three, when he takes her, he wants to see all of her. Ten or twenty minutes is not enough to love her. And he does.
Love her.
"John, please." She begs him. Her hand slithering in between their bodies to cup him. John jerks in her hand and moans. He loses a bit of his control, moves aside her underwear and plunges his index finger inside her. "Oh, god!"
"Teyla, shit, you're so tight!" His finger moving in and out of her. His thumb brushing against her clitoris. Her heels dig into the small of his back so he slides his finger even deeper. And then takes it out, then his middle finger soon joins it. Teyla raises her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. Encouraging him to go faster. John works at it and stabs his fingers in and out of her faster and faster, while they kiss each other passionately, tongues battling against each other.
He can feel her muscles contracting. And far away they can hear voices down the hall approaching. But they're both at the point of now return now. Teyla has reached her peak and buries her head against his shoulders, biting down on the skin near his neck to stop from crying out from the exquisite explosion. The doorknob rattles. And they hold their breaths as John readies himself to cover her from the intruders.
TBC.