TITLE: A Perpendicular Expression Of Desire
SUMMARY: Teyla has learned that Evan Lorne has an easy nature and a laugh to match, a thoughtful sensitivity to his nature that belies the practicality of a military man, and a kindness in his hands.
CATEGORY: romance, Teyla/Lorne
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, making no money, don't prosecute!
NOTES: Written for
jacklemmon in the
teyla_lorne miniathon! (With bonus icon.)
A Perpendicular Expression Of Desire
Teyla learned the formal dancing of Earth from Laura Cadman.
"Just in case you ever have to, you know, go to Earth for some bigwig dinner," she'd said as she led Teyla in the simplest of dances. "It's all about the feet. And not treading on your partner's toes. Which you'd probably never do anyway - how can you be so co-ordinated?"
Dancing in the State Dining Room of the White House is quite unlike dancing in Atlantis' gym. There are many more eyes upon her, many more tongues wagging behind polite hands, and her partner is not a blonde Marine of her own height, but an Air Force Major some inches taller.
"You're good at this," Major Lorne says, a note of surprise in his voice.
In her time in Atlantis, Teyla has learned that Evan Lorne has an easy nature and a laugh to match, a thoughtful sensitivity to his nature that belies the practicality of a military man, and a kindness in his hands.
In her time in his arms on the dance floor of this 'reception', Teyla has learned that there is a very fine line between the firm, yet practical clasp of Major Lorne when she is pulling him up from the gym mats, and the light, yet lingering touch of Evan Lorne as they move together in a stately swirl of material and music.
"Lieutenant Cadman was a good instructor."
His eyebrows rise. "Cadman taught you?" At her questioning look, he explains, "I figured Sheppard did."
Teyla glances across the room to where her team-mate is engaged in desultory conversation with a Senator's wife. "No."
"No?"
When she looks back, Evan is watching her with more in his eyes than merely a question about her team-mate.
"No," Teyla repeats, more softly, and her hand slides across his shoulder, warming against the lean muscle beneath the heavy material of the black dress jacket.
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Later, there is no material between her hands and his skin, his touch is neither light nor kind on her body, and the only word between their lips is 'yes' as they move together in a far more elemental dance.
-oOo-
"Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire."
~ George Bernard Shaw ~
SUMMARY: Teyla has learned that Evan Lorne has an easy nature and a laugh to match, a thoughtful sensitivity to his nature that belies the practicality of a military man, and a kindness in his hands.
CATEGORY: romance, Teyla/Lorne
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, making no money, don't prosecute!
NOTES: Written for
Teyla learned the formal dancing of Earth from Laura Cadman.
"Just in case you ever have to, you know, go to Earth for some bigwig dinner," she'd said as she led Teyla in the simplest of dances. "It's all about the feet. And not treading on your partner's toes. Which you'd probably never do anyway - how can you be so co-ordinated?"
Dancing in the State Dining Room of the White House is quite unlike dancing in Atlantis' gym. There are many more eyes upon her, many more tongues wagging behind polite hands, and her partner is not a blonde Marine of her own height, but an Air Force Major some inches taller.
"You're good at this," Major Lorne says, a note of surprise in his voice.
In her time in Atlantis, Teyla has learned that Evan Lorne has an easy nature and a laugh to match, a thoughtful sensitivity to his nature that belies the practicality of a military man, and a kindness in his hands.
In her time in his arms on the dance floor of this 'reception', Teyla has learned that there is a very fine line between the firm, yet practical clasp of Major Lorne when she is pulling him up from the gym mats, and the light, yet lingering touch of Evan Lorne as they move together in a stately swirl of material and music.
"Lieutenant Cadman was a good instructor."
His eyebrows rise. "Cadman taught you?" At her questioning look, he explains, "I figured Sheppard did."
Teyla glances across the room to where her team-mate is engaged in desultory conversation with a Senator's wife. "No."
"No?"
When she looks back, Evan is watching her with more in his eyes than merely a question about her team-mate.
"No," Teyla repeats, more softly, and her hand slides across his shoulder, warming against the lean muscle beneath the heavy material of the black dress jacket.
Later, there is no material between her hands and his skin, his touch is neither light nor kind on her body, and the only word between their lips is 'yes' as they move together in a far more elemental dance.
~ George Bernard Shaw ~
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Shame on you woman!!!!!!!!
Well done 8-)
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The icon is cool too! ^.^
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(I love this paring, I really do. I love Lorne too!)
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Thank you.
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I keep thinking it doesn't look quite right...
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There's something wonderfully elemental about it.
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Thanks!
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Thank you!
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Which you'd probably never do anyway - how can you be so co-ordinated?
lolz, so very Cadman. *pets her*
And while dancing with Lorne, Teyla's all "I'm not with him, I'm dancing with you, I like you." Except, you know, in your pretty prose. lol.
Thank you so much!! And heeee! The icon!!! My fic comes with visuals!!! Roxors!
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