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.
Note: Hey everyone! So valentine's is over. I hope everyone had a good one. I did. I spent the night hanging out with my girlfriends and we celebrated Single Awareness day. Sorry I couldn't update, but here's the next chapter. We're getting really close to the good parts.:) Meaning the explanations. So stay tuned!
Present Day (February 21, 2009):
John takes Torren from Teyla's arms and the back of his hand accidentally brushes against her breasts. Teyla gasps and John stiffens, but only for a few seconds. He sets Torren down on his lap and surreptitiously looks at Teyla. His eyes stray down to the front of her blouse. She's wearing a sheer blouse with flesh lining underneath and a cardigan over it that's unbuttoned. Her nipples are erect from the contact. He's secretly taking pleasure from the fact that he can still get a reaction from her.
Suddenly, Teyla feels hot all over. She shifts in her seat and tries to will herself to calm down. Damn these nipples! It was an accident, just an accident. She tries to think of something else and concentrates on what Laura and Jennifer are talking about.
"See that group over there? Look at those two." Laura says to Jennifer. "The guy in the grey sweater and the girl with the beanie."
"Yeah, what about them?" Jennifer asks as she looks at a group of five young people, three of which are guys, all huddled together for warmth.
"They're secret lovers." Laura answers. Marie lets out a snort and Jennifer frowns. "Okay, let me explain. See the blonde guy to the girl's right?"
"The curly haired one?" Marie asks.
"Yes." Laura replies. "That's actually the girl in the beanie's boyfriend. You can tell because of the body language. Their faces are really close together, and curly blonde guy keeps pushing back her hair behind her ears. But if you look lower." Laura motions for them to look under the table, but Marie and Jennifer give her questioning looks. "Look lower!"
"Oh!" Jennifer says with a chuckling, realizing that Laura was actually telling them to look below the table. When they look down they see that gray sweater guy sitting on her right has his left hand crossing over his body to caress her thigh. The group is all huddled together that nobody can see what his hand is doing unless they peek under the table.
"The girl is uncomfortable with his hand on her, but still lets him do whatever he wants," Laura explains. "They're secret lovers."
Teyla looks at John from the corner of her eye.
Flashback to the Post Prom Party (May 13, 2000):
Teyla climbs up the trellis underneath her window, and swings the windows open. John soon follows behind and makes his way inside her bedroom. He's never been in her bedroom, but it's exactly how he pictured it. Bohemian. Sensual and colorful. A canopy bed right in the middle with sheer colored draperies all over, with pillows scattered over and around it.
As John looks around her room, Teyla walks over to the window and shuts it. She pulls the draperies closed and walks over to a very low coffee table to the right side of the room, there are cushions and pillows all around it and books and candles on top of it. She lights each one and then walks over to a chest of drawers with another set of candles and lights them, too. Then glides to the door and turns the key and locks it. She leans against the door and stares at John with an intense look.
John moves towards her and stops when he's directly in front of her and only a foot apart. "Are you sure about this, Teyla?" He asks her in a soft voice.
Teyla steps forward to bridge the gap, tiptoes and whispers in his ear. "I'm absolutely sure."
John grips her arms and asks "What about K –"
"With you, John, only you." She says, pulling down his head for a kiss. John's breath hitches before her lips touches his. But when she presses against him, he pulls her closer and covers her mouth with his own, his tongue, gently probing. Teyla opens her mouth to let his tongue dart past teeth. And sighs when she feels it swirl around her mouth.
John bends his knees a little bit to move his hands down her thighs and up inside her dress. Sliding his palms higher and higher until they're resting on the top of her thighs, moving them around to cup her ass. Giving her cheeks a squeeze and pushing her against his crotch. Teyla gasps and grabs his ass, too, grinding harder against him.
All too soon, John pulls away. Teyla frowns and looks at him questioningly. "We need a towel, he tells her quietly. Teyla frowns even more at this. "You're going to bleed." John explains, a little embarrassed that he has to say it out loud.
"Oh." Teyla blushes. "Wait." She says, and then walking to the other side of the room she opens the door and disappears into her bathroom. In less than a minute she comes out carrying a fuchsia pink towel in her hand. She awkwardly shifts it from one hand to the other.
John walks to her and takes the towel. He moves to the bed and tosses the pillows to the floor with the other ones that have already fallen and pulls the covers to the foot of the bed, and then lays the towel right at the center. He turns back to her and asks again. "You're really sure about this?"
"I'm sure, John." She says with a reassuring smile and then turns around, She lifts up the escaped tendrils from the back of her head and says "Can you help me?"
He takes a few steps towards her and carefully unbuttons the back of her dress. He bends down to kiss her neck. She leans her head to the side, showing more skin. His hands cup her shoulders and slowly peels the straps off of them, leaving her in naked from the waist up, her dress folding over at the hips. She can see their reflection in the mirror on top of the chest of drawers and her nipples harden at the sight of the both of them almost fused together.
Her arms lift up to hook around his neck, while his hands explore her body. He caresses her stomach and slowly move up to her breasts. He cups both of them in his hands. They're perfect. Like they had been molded by his own hands to fit. She moans quietly. His thumb and forefinger roll her nipples until she's writhing and clinging on to his neck for dear life. And then when she gyrates her ass to his front, his right hand leaves her breast and moves down to her crotch.
His hand slips inside the dress and he cups her hot mound. His middle finger stroking her sex. He pushes her panty aside and teases her clitoris. When he feels her start to get damp he slowly slides a finger inside her. And then another one. Teyla whimpers and stands on tiptoes, unsure of what to do. He strokes his fingers inside her. Slowly at first and gradually increasing his pace until she's making little sounds in the back of her throat and breathing heavily. He feels her stiffen and let out a long deep breath. He catches her before she falls limply to the floor.
She turns around to face him, her eyes glazed with passion. She pushes his jacket off his shoulders and pulls the bowtie from around his neck. And then leads him to the bed. She sits on top of it, still wearing her dress on her hips, with her breasts standing high and pert. She tugs on his belt for him to come closer.
John plants his hands on her thighs, slowly caressing them. And then lifts them up to brush his thumbs on her nipples again, and then bends down to take one breast in his mouth. Teyla gasps and presses his head to her breasts.
While he sucks on breast he unbuttons his crisp white shirt and pulls it off. Teyla's hands caress his back and then his front, slowly making their way down to his belt, and then unbuckling it. She slowly unzips his pant and pushes the button through the hole and slides his pants down his hips, leaving him in boxers, his erection slightly poking out.
She gently touches the tip of his shaft eliciting a hiss from him, and then pushes his boxers down, revealing his manhood. she's never seen one up close, but it looks like it' just perfect. Hesitantly, Teyla puts her hand around it, her thumb gently brushes the tip.
John groans and lifts his head up from her breasts and tugs on her dress. Teyla helps him and lifts her hips up for him to slide her dress down all the way. He tosses her dress behind him and tugs at her underwear. She lifts her hips again and he almost chokes at the sight of her. He knew she was hairless down there. But to actually see it was a sight to behold. He moves her up to the middle of the bed and strokes her until she's more than damp and ready to receive him. He leans on his elbow, with his one hand stroking her, his face inches from her as he watches her face contort in pleasure. He lowers his head and licks a spot on her throat. Her hand encouraging him to thrust his fingers faster.
She's wet now, and he she can sense that he knows that she's cuming. And he positions himself over her and says "Open your eyes, Teyla." She opens them and lowers his head the same time the tip of his penis touches her. He nibbles on her lower lip first as the head stretches her. She winces and her hands grip his sides hard. "Tell me if you want to stop, Teyla." He says with a strained voice.
"No! Please, I want you." She cries softly.
He pushes further inside her. She can feel him stretching her, it stings like hell, but it's worth it. She wants this. With him. Only him. Why him? Kanaan wanted to make love to her. But she didn't think it was right, so they never did. But with John it just seemed natural.
"Are you okay?" John asks.
Teyla nods and lifts one leg to wrap around him, urging him on. John then buries himself deep inside her making her gasp. He stills himself, waiting for her to get used to him. After a few minutes, Teyla lifts her other leg and squeezes his hips with her thighs. He takes this as a sign that she wants to go on. John slowly pulls back, almost taking the length of him out, just leaving the head inside. And then thrusts back in. He does this repeatedly at a slow pace, sinking into her warmth.
Teyla's hips are moving, following his rhythm. Her nails scouring his back, her moans getting louder that she has to turn her head to the side and bury her face into the pillow to cover the sounds coming from deep within. "John!" She whispers as her inner muscles harden and clench around his shaft, convulsing. John closes his eyes as he lets her finish and then pulls out at the last second, his penis still pulsating and jerking, spilling his hot semen on the towel beneath her. And then slumping forward, her legs still gliding up and down his backside, welcoming his weight.
They're silent for a few minutes until John lifts himself up on his elbows to stare at her. Brushing her hair away from her face. "How do you feel."
Teyla looks up at him and grips his arms. "Wonderful. I feel absolutely wonderful." She tells him with a sleepy smile. "A little sore though. How – how do you feel?" She asks him tentatively.
"Amazing." He says. Tilting his head to the side and touching her lips with his thumb.
"Good." She says to him, pulling him down for another kiss and then moving to her side as he lays behind her in a spoon-like fashion.
X
Close to dawn, John wakes up, relishing in the feel of Teyla laying in his arms. He moves up to sit, tracing circles on her arms, gently waking her. When she finally stirs he says "I have to go." Teyla glances at the clock on her nightstand and then sighs. "Can I see you tomorrow after you've gone to church?"
"Yes." Teyla says with a smile, leaning up on her elbows. She pulls his head down to give him a kiss.
John then gets up from the bed and searches for his clothes. He stumbles in the dark making Teyla laugh into her pillow. He pulls his clothes on and then leans down to give her a long sweet kiss, grabbing the towel with evidence of her taken virginity. "I'll see you tomorrow, I mean later." With that he heads for the window and swings himself out.
X
Later that afternoon the doorbell rings and Teyla opens the door to find John standing at her doorstep carrying a bag. The smile plastered all over his face quickly fading when he sees the pain in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asks her, his face full of concern.
At that very moment, the door opens wider, revealing Kanaan. "John, hey, how's it going?" He asks, putting his arm around Teyla's shoulders.
"Kanaan." John says flatly.
"Kanaan, could you excuse us?" Teyla asks. "John and I have something to discuss."
"Okay." Kanaan replies, giving her a chaste kiss on her cheek. "See you later, John."
Teyla shuts the door behind her. And walks down the steps with John following at her heels. "What's going on?"
"John I'm sorry," Teyla says before turning around. "He just got here right before we went to church. With his parents."
"So you didn't tell him then?" John asks, disappointment evident in his voice.
"How can I?" She asks him in anguish. "My parents. His parents. They're all in business together. I don't know what to do!" She whispers in desperation.
"Tell them the truth." He tells her.
"You make it sound so easy."
"Because it is."
"You don't know how it is. My parents and his parents have been business partners for years. Their expectations –"
"I don't know how it is?" John says in a low but angry voice. "Ha! Do you forget who my father is?"
"John I'm not like you. I'm not strong enough." She begs, tears forming in the brim of her eyes. "I can't do this to my parents."
"Your parents love you. They're nothing like my dad." He says to her. "Wouldn't they want their only daughter to be happy?"
"I can't do this. I have to think about this." She says, turning to go back to the house.
"Wait." John says. He hands her the paper bag her had been holding. Teyla peers inside and sees that it's the towel that they had used. "I washed it." He says, before getting in his car.
Teyla watches him drive off and the walks to her front door. Wiping the tears in her eyes. She opens the door and walks to the staircase, Kannan cuts her off and asks "What's in the bag?"
"Oh, um, just stuff. John just dropped something off for the Stargate program." Teyla says without looking at Kanaan and proceeds to go up the stairs.
X
Late that evening, Teyla finds herself standing in front of her car staring up at John's family's Mediterranean mansion. She makes her decision and walks up the path to the house. She walks to the side of the house and finds the stairs leading up to the balcony to John's bedroom. She taps lightly on the French doors.
John pulls the curtains aside and, surprise registers on his face. He yanks the door open and pulls Teyla against him and kisses her hard on the mouth. Teyla wraps her arms around his neck and tiptoes to mold her body against his. He grips her thighs and lifts her up against him, as she wraps her legs around his hips. He walks backwards into his room. Kicking the door shut.
Back to the Present:
After that night John and Teyla snuck around a lot. Bith always feeling guilty afterwards about what they were doing. But when they were together nothing else mattered. She couldn't break up with Kanaan. There was so much at stake. John had accepted it. He hated it. They both hated it.
But now there's nothing holding her back. The truth about both her and Kanaan is out. If only they had been honest with each other… It's too late for regrets.
"Mama!" Torren says, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Teyla looks at him and then smiles. He and John are taken with each other. She watches the two of them and wonders what it would be like if they were a real family. Would it work out? Would he even want to? She loves him still. And it would be devastating if he rejects her. But what does she have to lose?
TBC.