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TITLE: The Barista - Chapter 11: Serious
SUMMARY: Moment of truth, there's no going back. John's serious about Teyla. He can only hope she's serious about him.
CATEGORY: AU, Romance, Drama.
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, making no money.
NOTES: I got nothin'.
The Barista: Serious
Since John only had one contact point for Teyla - other than the phone she wasn't answering - he retraced his steps back to the Athos Bean late Thursday afternoon.
Dreadlocked Surfer Guy looked up from his magazine as John walked in the door, and leaned back to part the bead curtains with a terse, "Lover-boy's here."
Teyla slapped him on the shoulder as she went by. A moment later, John found himself being firmly towed to the door, her fingers warm and firm about his
"Wait, Teyla, I'm not going to-- God, just let me--"
"I do not wish an audience for this," she said, soft and inexorable as she closed the door behind them and dropped his hand.
"I wasn't going to make a scene," he protested, hurt that she might think that of him.
Her eyes widened a little. "I did not think you would." She glanced towards the shop. "But Ronon is nosy."
"Does he have a right to be?"
"Not as you think he might," she said. A bus rumbled past them and she waited for it to go before she spoke again. "John--"
"Have you been avoiding me?"
Her expression was cagey. "I have been...busy."
John moved out of the way of the stream of people going into the shop, but caught her arm when she glanced back at the shop. "I think you owe me more explanation than that." He'd spent a lot of the last few days fretting over why she'd turned him down, what he'd done. Other than leaving early on Friday night, he was drawing a blank, and it was frustrating him. "You were fine with us on Friday night, and on Saturday, you changed your mind. I'd like to know why."
"Perhaps I rethought your courtesies last Friday night," she challenged, almost cool enough to make him believe it.
"Then why'd you say you enjoyed our time together when I called you on Saturday?"
Teyla sighed. "John, what do you want?"
"I want to know why you changed your mind. And," he added, figuring that he might as well go double or nothing, "if it's not because you don't like me, then I'd like another chance." John interrupted her, plunging on before she could negate that. "Look, the proposal I told you we were putting together? They've invited us to dinner at the Atlantis Grand tomorrow night, and we're each allowed to bring a guest."
Moment of truth, no going back. John was serious about Teyla Emmagen, now it only remained to see if Teyla was serious about him.
She hesitated. "I... John..."
Behind her, the door opened and Ronon poked his head out, dreadlocks swinging by his jaw. "We've got customers. You coming in?"
John wasn't in the mood for interruptions. "Do you mind?"
Teyla got her response in before Ronon managed a retort. She didn't seem happy about the interruption either. "In a moment!" But she waited until Ronon was gone inside before she turned to John. "You are asking me to accompany you to this dinner?"
"Yes."
Something like a sigh gusted out of her. "What time did you want to meet?"
John remembered how to breathe again. A fierce, tense relief rushed through him, like a shot of adrenaline directly to his heart. "The dinner's at seven-thirty, with pre-dinner drinks at six-thirty. I can pick you up..."
"I would prefer to meet you at the hotel," she said after a moment's hesitation. "Just before six-thirty?"
"Sounds fine by me." John agreed, exultant when, after a moment, she smiled. It was a reluctant smile, rueful with something that was almost regret, but it was there and it was enough. "What?"
"You asked why I would not see you this week."
"Yeah."
There was something almost wistful about her expression. "I believe I could care about you too easily, John," she said after a moment. "And I am not convinced it would be wise."
He flashed a quick smile. "I guess I'm the wrong person to advise you on that."
"Yes." Her shoulders rose and fell and she turned. "I must go."
"Wait--" John leaned down, cradling her jaw and brushed his lips along hers. Her mouth opened briefly beneath his before she drew away, her teeth on her lower lip as she glanced up at him through sable lashes. "I'm serious about this," he said softly.
"I know." Teyla's mouth quirked as she turned back with her hand on the door of the café. "I will see you tomorrow night."
John stood outside on the pavement for a further minute, watching her move behind the coffee machine. Then he sauntered back to his car, quietly exultant, with the taste of Teyla still on his lips.
- tbc -
12: Unexpected Circumstance
SUMMARY: Moment of truth, there's no going back. John's serious about Teyla. He can only hope she's serious about him.
CATEGORY: AU, Romance, Drama.
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, making no money.
NOTES: I got nothin'.
The Barista: Serious
Since John only had one contact point for Teyla - other than the phone she wasn't answering - he retraced his steps back to the Athos Bean late Thursday afternoon.
Dreadlocked Surfer Guy looked up from his magazine as John walked in the door, and leaned back to part the bead curtains with a terse, "Lover-boy's here."
Teyla slapped him on the shoulder as she went by. A moment later, John found himself being firmly towed to the door, her fingers warm and firm about his
"Wait, Teyla, I'm not going to-- God, just let me--"
"I do not wish an audience for this," she said, soft and inexorable as she closed the door behind them and dropped his hand.
"I wasn't going to make a scene," he protested, hurt that she might think that of him.
Her eyes widened a little. "I did not think you would." She glanced towards the shop. "But Ronon is nosy."
"Does he have a right to be?"
"Not as you think he might," she said. A bus rumbled past them and she waited for it to go before she spoke again. "John--"
"Have you been avoiding me?"
Her expression was cagey. "I have been...busy."
John moved out of the way of the stream of people going into the shop, but caught her arm when she glanced back at the shop. "I think you owe me more explanation than that." He'd spent a lot of the last few days fretting over why she'd turned him down, what he'd done. Other than leaving early on Friday night, he was drawing a blank, and it was frustrating him. "You were fine with us on Friday night, and on Saturday, you changed your mind. I'd like to know why."
"Perhaps I rethought your courtesies last Friday night," she challenged, almost cool enough to make him believe it.
"Then why'd you say you enjoyed our time together when I called you on Saturday?"
Teyla sighed. "John, what do you want?"
"I want to know why you changed your mind. And," he added, figuring that he might as well go double or nothing, "if it's not because you don't like me, then I'd like another chance." John interrupted her, plunging on before she could negate that. "Look, the proposal I told you we were putting together? They've invited us to dinner at the Atlantis Grand tomorrow night, and we're each allowed to bring a guest."
Moment of truth, no going back. John was serious about Teyla Emmagen, now it only remained to see if Teyla was serious about him.
She hesitated. "I... John..."
Behind her, the door opened and Ronon poked his head out, dreadlocks swinging by his jaw. "We've got customers. You coming in?"
John wasn't in the mood for interruptions. "Do you mind?"
Teyla got her response in before Ronon managed a retort. She didn't seem happy about the interruption either. "In a moment!" But she waited until Ronon was gone inside before she turned to John. "You are asking me to accompany you to this dinner?"
"Yes."
Something like a sigh gusted out of her. "What time did you want to meet?"
John remembered how to breathe again. A fierce, tense relief rushed through him, like a shot of adrenaline directly to his heart. "The dinner's at seven-thirty, with pre-dinner drinks at six-thirty. I can pick you up..."
"I would prefer to meet you at the hotel," she said after a moment's hesitation. "Just before six-thirty?"
"Sounds fine by me." John agreed, exultant when, after a moment, she smiled. It was a reluctant smile, rueful with something that was almost regret, but it was there and it was enough. "What?"
"You asked why I would not see you this week."
"Yeah."
There was something almost wistful about her expression. "I believe I could care about you too easily, John," she said after a moment. "And I am not convinced it would be wise."
He flashed a quick smile. "I guess I'm the wrong person to advise you on that."
"Yes." Her shoulders rose and fell and she turned. "I must go."
"Wait--" John leaned down, cradling her jaw and brushed his lips along hers. Her mouth opened briefly beneath his before she drew away, her teeth on her lower lip as she glanced up at him through sable lashes. "I'm serious about this," he said softly.
"I know." Teyla's mouth quirked as she turned back with her hand on the door of the café. "I will see you tomorrow night."
John stood outside on the pavement for a further minute, watching her move behind the coffee machine. Then he sauntered back to his car, quietly exultant, with the taste of Teyla still on his lips.
- tbc -
12: Unexpected Circumstance
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Love the cautious Teyla and the go for broke John, still very much like our SGA pair!
Well done!!!
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