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 21, 2009):
"John?" Teyla says as she moves to stand behind him as he walks briskly to his room. "John. Please."
They're standing only a few feet away from the door when he yells "Please what?!" Whirling around to face her, clearly angry.
"Hear me out." She tells him.
"Why? Why should I?" He asks her. "You had two years to tell me, Teyla. Two fucking years!"
"You should be angry, I understand. But you don't have to yell at me." She tells him. "Do you actually think that I wanted to keep this from you?"
"Oh, I don't know Teyla," He says to her sarcastically "maybe you thought that since you've ripped my heart to pieces over and over again this would definitely crush it."
"I never meant to hurt you." Teyla says, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Really? " He asks her. "Because it sure feels like I've been stabbed all over again."
"I'm sorry, John."
"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I ever fell in love with you in the first place."
She gasps and the tears start falling faster as she looks at him. She tries to reach her hand out to him but thinks better of it. She turns around and breaks off into a run.
John shakes his head in frustration and kicks a pebble. He turns around and fishes through his pockets for the key to his room. "Dammit!" He swears. He rakes his fingers through his hair and remembers that he didn't take his key card with him. He walks down the path, back to the Presidio hall where everyone is still at, to borrow Ronon's key.
As he's walking and thinking to himself he can't help but turn to look to the right and see Teyla through the window to her room. He slows down and watches her as she paces around the room and then stops at the foot of the bed and slides down to sit on the floor. Her head buried, her shoulders shaking.
The sight of her looking like that twists his guts and without even thinking he walks to her door. A few seconds later he catches himself about to knock on her door. He stops himself and shakes his head. He turns around to walk away, and then turns back around to stare at the door. Then he makes his decision and turns around and walks away. Twenty seconds later he's pounding on her door.
X
Teyla is sobbing hysterically on the floor when she hears someone banging on her door. She gets up and in her confusion, forgets to look through the peephole. As soon as she turns the doorknob, her door is pushed open and John comes rushing in. He grabs her arms roughly and pulls her against him and kisses her. Not giving her a second to think. Not giving her room to pull away as he walks her backwards and traps her between the wall and himself, kicking the door shut.
Teyla's eyes widen at this and then slowly close as she wraps her arms around his neck. Standing on tiptoes, she presses up against him while his hands rub her waist and then slowly move down to her thighs, bunching up the hem of her dress and lifting it high enough for him to wrap her legs around his waist. He groans when he realizes she's not wearing any underwear. It's enough to make him hard. She pushes his jacket off of his shoulders and starts to unbutton his shirt. He pulls his head away and walks over to the window. Pulling on the string to close the curtains and then walks over to the bathroom and sets her on top of the counter.
Teyla fumbles with his belt as they kiss feverishly. She pushes down his pants along with his boxers and cups him. John groans in her mouth and slips the straps of her dress down her arms, exposing her breasts. He cups both mounds, teasing her nipples until they're erect. His mouth moves from her lips to her ears and he whispers. "I love you, Teyla."
Teyla pulls her head back to look t him, holds his head in her hands and says "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you John. I wanted to. I really did. But –"
John cuts her off with a kiss. It starts out roughly at first and then melts down to a slow and gentle one. He pulls away from her and rests his forehead against hers. "It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing's gonna get between us ever again." He tells her as he cups the side of her jaw. "This is a huge deal. And we still have a lot to talk about. But it doesn't have to break both our hearts." Teyla nods. "But right now, I don't want to talk. I've been dreaming about this all week, Teyla."
"I've been dreaming aboutt his for two years, John." She says to him and John smiles before he dips his head down for another kiss.
He pulls her closer to the edge of the counter. She tears her mouth away from him and takes his ear in his mouth. She nibbles on it, as he guides his thickened member towards her. She's already wet and he easily slides in. Teyla makes a sound as he buries himself inside her. He threads his arms underneath her knees and spreads her wide open. He thrusts into her in a slow rhythm. She throws her head back, her hand reaching up behind her, laying it flat on the mirror. Her other hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
His pace changes and he thrusts faster into her, making her breathe heavily. She starts to pant and moan, indicating that she's near orgasm. "John –" she begins to say as he thrusts faster and faster. "Oh god, John! John!" She screams as her eyes roll back.
John drives into her even harder as he feels himself cum. The feeling of her hot vagina contract around him sends him over the edge. He groans out loud, squeezes her thighs and pounds into her. "Oh shit!" He yells as he feels his cock pump juice into her canal.
He slumps forward and Teyla's arms wrap around him, her hand rubbing his back as she kisses his shoulder. "I love you John. I always have."
He turns his head until his lips are touching her neck and he murmurs. "I know." And then he sighs. He steps out of his shoes and then shucks his pants and boxers off his legs and then lifts her up from the counter and walks back to the room, with her legs and arms still wrapped around him. He sets her down in front of the bed and helps her take her dress off, and then sheds his shirt.
Teyla pulls the covers from the bed and then sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls him towards her, scooting back so that they can lay on the center of the bed. Pulling the sheet over the both of them. John's head suddenly jerks up and he asks "What about Torren?"
"Your son –" She pauses, loving the words on her mouth.
John smiles and encourages her to finish what she was about to say "My son?"
"Your son, John, is with the nanny." She tells him with a smile. "But I also asked Patty to take him tonight because I need to clear things up with you."
John nods and then lays back down on the pillow, with his arm pillowing his head. He pulls Teyla towards him to rest her head on his chest, brushing her hair from her face. "So what happened Teyla?" He asks her. "Torren was born in November. The last time we made love was in March. And the second to the last was four months prior."
"You remember exactly when we made love?" Teyla asked, surprised.
"Of course." He told her matter of factly.
"Of course." She says with a smile. "He was premature."
"Premature?" John says. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"I knew Torren was yours from the very beginning." She informs him. "Kanaan and I hadn't been intimate for a very long time."
"When did you find out you were pregnant?"
"The morning he died." She says. "I missed a week and I've always been on time. So I took a test. I had already decided to break it off with him even before I found out. You already know that. We discussed it that night at the hotel, remember?"
"Yes, I do. You said you would move to San Francisco with me." He says, recalling the memory.
"And I meant it. And I was ecstatic when I found out I was pregnant. That I was having a baby. That I was having your baby." She tells him. "So that night, when Kanaan came home, I told him I wanted to break it off. He asked if I was sure. I thought he didn't want to break up so I decided to tell him about the baby." She pauses and then sighs, her fingers playing with his nipples. "When he left, he looked confused. That night, the police came and informed me of his accident."
"Teyla, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." John says soothingly.
Teyla pushes herself up on her elbows and hikes up the sheet to her breasts to look down at him. "No, I want to. I have to tell you." She draws in her breath and says "I blamed myself. He was drunk that night. And I thought that he didn't want to break up –"
"Wait, you've said that twice already." John interrupts her. "What do you mean 'you thought'?"
"The day Torren was born I went to Kanaan's parents' home. They told me that he wanted to call off the engagement a month before he died and that he actually went straight to Kate's place to tell her."
"Kate. Kate Heightmeyer." John says.
"So you knew?"
"I knew something back in high school."
"You never told me." Teyla says in wonder.
"Would you have believed me? I was probably the best candidate of being the one to want to sabotage your relationship. And besides, you already heard the rumors. You ignored all of them." He tells her and she nods her head.
"He was drunk and managed to slip out of Kate's place to tell me that he felt the same way." Teyla shakes her head. "Such a waste of time. If we had all been honest with each other in the beginning... This is all my fault."
"Hey." John begins, cupping her chin. "It wasn't anyone's fault. Let's not dwell in the past."
"I just feel really bad. I mean, Kanaan's death could've been prevented if we –"
"Everything happens for a reason, Teyla." He says, unhooking his arms from behind his head and stretches it out. "Come here." He says opening his arms for her. She lays down on top of him and buries her face in his neck. "I don't want to be apart from you anymore, Teyla. I love you. And Torren… God!" He rolls her to her back and hovers over her. "Torren's my son!" He says with a laugh. "I have a son. You don't know how happy I am."
"I think I have an idea." She says to him as tears form in her eyes.
X
Meanwhile at the Presidio, Ronon is talking to Laura. "Do you think I should, um –"
"Spit it out lover boy!" Laura says impatiently, her eyes darting around her as if looking for something or someone.
"Do you think it's the right time to ask Jennifer, I mean do you think…"
"Oh my god, Ronon, you really need to be a little more articulate if you want Jennifer back." She tells him. Ronon growls at her but she ignores him. "There's no 'right time' to do anything. Just do what you feel…"
Laura keeps talking, but Ronon isn't even listening anymore because he sees Jennifer grab a bottle of wine and head for the door. Nick, Evan's F.B.I. friend who has had his eye on her since the beginning of the week walks up to her and they chat. Ronon sees her nod her head and smilem Nick opens the door for her and they both walk out the door. Ronon frowns at this.
"Hey are you listening to me?" Laura asks him. "Ronon? Ronon? Ronon!"
"Sorry." Ronon says, raking his hand through his hair. "You know what, forget it."
"What?!" Laura asks, shocked. She throws her hands up. "Oh whatever!" She says in frustration and then walks out of the room.
X
As Ronon shuts the door to the villa, he takes his jacket off, loosens his tie and then unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt. He walks towards the patio doors, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. A sound from inside the girls' room catches his attention. He turns his head and hears it again. Laughter. A woman's shrill laugh. And then a moan. Followed by another moan. A man's moan. And that's when he notices a scarf on the doorknob.
His head starts to pound and his heart feels constricted. And it takes every ounce of control not to kick the door down. He decides to leave before he can do something really stupid. So he turns away and leaves the villa to go to the bar to drown his sorrows out.
TBC.