"Yeah," John manages, "I guess. I'm not like this most of the time."
"I know, John."
"Forty's a big landmark."
Teyla's smile is faint and sad. "Yes, it is."
John suddenly remembers that a lot of her people don't ever see age forty. "Oh." His eyes try to find somewhere to look that isn't her and end up on the cobweb hanging from the rafter. "You know, the next time I start complaining when I'm drunk, you should just tell me to be quiet."
She's come back across the room so she's standing by the edge of the bed looking down on him with something that's like a smile but isn't quite. "Like you tell Rodney to be quiet?"
John feels very vulnerable; lying prone on the bed - maybe not physically vulnerable, although he is that, but with the sensation that Teyla's seeing right through him. It's not entirely comfortable. "Um... No?"
This time, her smile holds a hint of mischief. "When you are drunk, you are much like Rodney is sober."
"Oh." He winces. "God."
Teyla's mouth curves. "Yes." Then she bends over and kisses him on the cheek. Her lips are smooth and cool, but the heat off her cheek burns John's lips as she murmurs, "Don't let the bedbugs bite."
The door closes behind her, leaving John, the lantern, and the cobweb to keep company.
Confessions Of A Drunk John Sheppard - Part 2, John/Teyla
--
"Yeah," John manages, "I guess. I'm not like this most of the time."
"I know, John."
"Forty's a big landmark."
Teyla's smile is faint and sad. "Yes, it is."
John suddenly remembers that a lot of her people don't ever see age forty. "Oh." His eyes try to find somewhere to look that isn't her and end up on the cobweb hanging from the rafter. "You know, the next time I start complaining when I'm drunk, you should just tell me to be quiet."
She's come back across the room so she's standing by the edge of the bed looking down on him with something that's like a smile but isn't quite. "Like you tell Rodney to be quiet?"
John feels very vulnerable; lying prone on the bed - maybe not physically vulnerable, although he is that, but with the sensation that Teyla's seeing right through him. It's not entirely comfortable. "Um... No?"
This time, her smile holds a hint of mischief. "When you are drunk, you are much like Rodney is sober."
"Oh." He winces. "God."
Teyla's mouth curves. "Yes." Then she bends over and kisses him on the cheek. Her lips are smooth and cool, but the heat off her cheek burns John's lips as she murmurs, "Don't let the bedbugs bite."
The door closes behind her, leaving John, the lantern, and the cobweb to keep company.
Happy Birthday, John.