This chapter is pretty short so I'll try to have the next one up soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis or the characters, etc.
She sees him wince as he lifts the weapon onto the rack. "Keys?" He turns to her and after she hands them over she allows her fingers to skim lightly over his chest. Black shirt hiding the spreading bruise, black and green, a mottled palette.
"You almost died," Teyla says.
John touches the edge bandage on her arm, red seeping through white. "So did you. At least I caught mine in the vest."
"We almost died," she amends. And yet nothing has changed. Life is as it always was. And for some reason it scares her.
There is a moment when John looks at her and she can see in his eyes what they have both pushed back for so long. Suddenly she finds her back pressed against the locker, his hands tangled in her hair, and he kisses her like it is their last day on earth. It almost had been.
Feelings kept buried rise and she allows herself to be caught up in it.
John clears his throat as they leave the armory. "Teyla, this can't…whatever this is…"
"I understand, Sgt. Sheppard. It has to stop here."
"I-"
"John," she briefly allows her hand to grasp his. "I understand," and with that, she relinquishes her grip.