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You know, whether or not the Ronon/Keller pairing is canon or not, you can't fault them for excellent promotion and encouragement. Thanks,renisanz!
TITLE: Participant
PAIRING: John/Teyla
RATING: PG-13
Participant
There are two ways of passing unnoticed during the Bahali Festival of Lips.
One. Look apologetic when the men turn towards you with hopeful smiles on their faces.
Two. Participate.
Teyla had planned on looking apologetic. John, however, seemed to be unable to quite manage the refusal. And Rodney looked most gratified when the women danced up to him with lowered lashes and hopeful smiles. Ronon, on the other hand, seemed happy enough to participate.
She sighed and evaded yet another hopeful male, only to turn away and find herself with a hand touching her waist in the crowd.
"You know," said John conversationally, "it wouldn't kill you to kiss a couple of guys. Just to keep in character."
Teyla shot him a look of extreme aggravation. "It would not kill you to refrain. Just to keep in character." Then she cursed herself for sounding shrewish. It was not that she resented her team-mates' freedom - the Festival of Lips was enjoyable when she was in the mood.
She was not in the mood.
"Ouch." But he had a half-smile on his face, taking it in good part.
"I am sorry, John. I am...concerned." They had come here to gain information about Michael's ship - news of a sighting, of an escapee. Teyla had forgotten that it was the Festival of Lips.
"Yeah, well, so am I." They slipped through another set of kissed greetings, and Teyla refused a bright-eyed youth, whose eyes dimmed in disappointment. "It's not that bad, you know."
"I know." Teyla was surveying the stalls, looking for the signs that would indicate the place of meeting with this contact.
She felt John's hand on her nape a moment before he turned in towards her, dark hair and green eyes, and the soft rough of his cheek against hers. And his mouth, so sweet and soft on hers, inviting her deeper.
When he lifted his mouth, she was surprised to find her fingers at his nape, and his thumb on her jaw.
"See?" His voice was almost steady as he dropped his hands. "Not so bad."
"No," she said, hoping that the noise and laughter of the crowds around them disguised the waver in her voice. "Not so bad," she echoed.
And when they moved on to catch up with Rodney, in enthusiastic liplock with a buxom blonde, she muttered, "I did not think it would be."
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TITLE: Prior Claim
PAIRING: Ronon/Keller
RATING: PG-13
Prior Claim
"But you are not partnered?"
Jennifer smiled nervously at the man whose bare arm she was just preparing for an innoculation shot. "For the dinner tonight?" She asked cautiously, trying to remember if Teyla had said anything about the romantic customs on this planet.
"Yes. I was thinking that if not, perhaps you will partner me for dinner tonight?"
It was, she reflected, not the kind of dinner invitation she was used to getting - dinner with a couple of hundred Acrevo who were extremely grateful for the vaccine she and Atlantis had provided.
Actually, she wasn't used to getting dinner invitations at all.
"Uh..." Jennifer tried to think of a tactful way to get out of it. This wasn't her forte, avoiding unwanted interest. She'd never really had interest before, let alone unwanted interest.
"Doc?"
She could have kissed him for coming in at this moment, providing the intimidation he did without even being conscious of it. The Pegasus peoples respected Runners, and Ronon was nearly a legend. "I'm nearly finished with Oviron here."
He rested his hip against one of the tables, clearly intending to wait. "Okay."
Oviron gave Ronon a brief look, then turned back to her. "I would be glad to partner you."
It wasn't that he wasn't nice. It was just that he was a complete stranger. Jennifer took the needle she'd prepped, swabbed his arm with alcohol and gave him the jab while her mind churned ideas about.
It came up blank. No options. She cottonballed the wound and pressed his fingers over it - only to be caught by his other hand and held. "Please?"
"I, uh..." She shot a desperate look at Ronon, whose brows were drawn together. "I'm already partnered," she said. "With Ronon here."
Oviron's hand fell away as she prayed Ronon would fall in with her lie. Better the devil you knew.
Thick eyebrows sprang up, but he just grinned. "Sorry," he said roughly. "Prior claim."
Jennifer smiled weakly as Oviron sighed. "I should have known that such a woman would be partnered."
"Yeah," Ronon murmured. "You should."
Oviron took it in good part, although he lingered at the door as Ronon came up behind her.
"He was bothering you?" The murmur was barely audible to her.
"No. Just..." She didn't know how to put it, and Oviron was taking his time about leaving the tent.
Rough lips landed on her mouth, the scratchy edges of his beard sliding across her inside lip as her mouth slipped open in shock. One hand cupped her head, the other slid down her spine. She clutched at his arms in abrupt weakness.
And then it was over.
"Is he gone?"
She dared a glance at the tent mouth. "Yeah." She exhaled. "Wow. Um. Thanks for that."
This time the kiss was brief and quick - tugging and teasing - invitation rather than claim. Ronon flashed her a grin - a man's knowing grin with a boy's laughing edge. "Whenever you like."
Jennifer flushed.
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TITLE: No Fairytale
PAIRING: John/Teyla
RATING: PG-13
No Fairytale
In the background of Teyla's hearing, Rodney was gabbling about Ancient interfaces and the power of matter over mind and its interference with John's gene.
She knelt carefully beside him, shifting to avoid the pebble that dug into her knee as she touched him on the side of the neck. "John?"
His eyes were half-open, the lashes lining eyes dark with shock. There was a pulse beneath her fingers, and his chest lifted in breath, but there was no focus in his gaze.
"...if I can interface our handhelds with the local systems then maybe I can give him the mental equivalent of an electric shock..."
She brushed a thumb past his cheek as Ronon leaned over, darkening the sky above. "Kiss him."
Heat touched her cheeks as her breath caught. A moment later, with her reactions firmly under her control, Teyla looked up at him, narrow-eyed.
Ronon shrugged, unrepentant. "Works in the storybooks."
"I see no storybooks here."
"It's a good excuse." The grin broadened as he glanced at Rodney, muttering to himself as he pounded at the screen with irritated fingertips. "If you don't, I will."
Teyla nearly sat back and waved a hand for Ronon to have his turn. Then she shrugged, leaned over, and brushed her lips across John's.
On the way back from the cave with the Ancient outpost, Rodney later claimed it was his 'electric shock' that caused the tingling sparkage that jumped from skin to skin, lip to lip. He was quite defiant about it.
Teyla's tongue slid out across her lips again, and she ignored both John's gaze and Ronon's grin.
--
TITLE: Appetite
PAIRING: Teyla/Lorne
RATING: PG-13
Appetite
Teyla had told him not to address the women in town, small spitfires of women, curved and curvaceous, with open smiles and wandering eyes.
"I asked you to come with me for a reason. An entourage would be more successful, but my team-mates are not subtle men."
Evan Lorne was not about to argue that.
Sitting in the luxury of the trade house, bartering over what looked like sacks of wheat, Evan wasn't about to argue when Teyla sat down beside him and rested her hand on his thigh. Maybe it was a little embarrassing to be considered nothing more than an accessory, but the looks in the eyes of some of these women warned him it would be more dangerous to speak out against it - at least while the trade negotiations were in place.
He didn't argue when the Mazanian trade leader eyed him with a man-eater's gaze and asked, "Do you have any more like him that you'd trade?"
Teyla had laughed, even as her hand lightly squeezed his thigh. He guessed that was a warning against protesting the ownership question, although his smile grew a little fixed. "More like him, yes. But they are taken and faithful."
The tiny woman's gaze swept Evan where he sat. "Pity. For one like he to our breeding lines, we'd trade you much more than the szazi." But she only sighed and didn't press it, and the trade negotiations continued.
It was nearly sunset when they walked out of the tent with a handful of promises and the assurance that the szazi would be ready for transport the next day.
But the trade leader wasn't quite finished with them. "I have heard of your alliances, Teyla of Athos," she said, once again taking stock of Evan with a measured gaze. "And I have heard that they are not men to take dalliance lightly. Is it true, then?"
Teyla met the woman's gaze. "I said they were taken and faithful."
"But not to whom. Or what," murmured the woman. "Grant me my curiosity, then."
She turned to Evan, a query in her eyes, and he took her face between his palms and kissed her on the mouth.
Bitter tea and the taste of the salt that had flavoured the meat they'd been served for lunch; a sweetness and a purity that stung the lips.
And if the trade leader went away, her curiosity satisfied, Evan knew his own was barely whetted.
--
TITLE: Focus
PAIRING: John/Teyla
RATING: NC-17
Focus
John could be focused when he chose.
There was something, Teyla reflected, about having a focused man in your bed, one who gave himself to something wholly.
Fingers trailed lightly down her breastbone, knuckles trailing down her belly. His thumb rested just below her belly-button as his fingers slid into the triangle of hair between her thighs.
Fires danced, licking her with heat, searing her body.
He glanced up at her indrawn breath, at the slight shift of her hips, tossing hair from his eyes. A smile played on his mouth as he slid his finger deeper, harder.
Teyla panted.
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ladyjax.You know, whether or not the Ronon/Keller pairing is canon or not, you can't fault them for excellent promotion and encouragement. Thanks,
renisanz!TITLE: Participant
PAIRING: John/Teyla
RATING: PG-13
Participant
There are two ways of passing unnoticed during the Bahali Festival of Lips.
One. Look apologetic when the men turn towards you with hopeful smiles on their faces.
Two. Participate.
Teyla had planned on looking apologetic. John, however, seemed to be unable to quite manage the refusal. And Rodney looked most gratified when the women danced up to him with lowered lashes and hopeful smiles. Ronon, on the other hand, seemed happy enough to participate.
She sighed and evaded yet another hopeful male, only to turn away and find herself with a hand touching her waist in the crowd.
"You know," said John conversationally, "it wouldn't kill you to kiss a couple of guys. Just to keep in character."
Teyla shot him a look of extreme aggravation. "It would not kill you to refrain. Just to keep in character." Then she cursed herself for sounding shrewish. It was not that she resented her team-mates' freedom - the Festival of Lips was enjoyable when she was in the mood.
She was not in the mood.
"Ouch." But he had a half-smile on his face, taking it in good part.
"I am sorry, John. I am...concerned." They had come here to gain information about Michael's ship - news of a sighting, of an escapee. Teyla had forgotten that it was the Festival of Lips.
"Yeah, well, so am I." They slipped through another set of kissed greetings, and Teyla refused a bright-eyed youth, whose eyes dimmed in disappointment. "It's not that bad, you know."
"I know." Teyla was surveying the stalls, looking for the signs that would indicate the place of meeting with this contact.
She felt John's hand on her nape a moment before he turned in towards her, dark hair and green eyes, and the soft rough of his cheek against hers. And his mouth, so sweet and soft on hers, inviting her deeper.
When he lifted his mouth, she was surprised to find her fingers at his nape, and his thumb on her jaw.
"See?" His voice was almost steady as he dropped his hands. "Not so bad."
"No," she said, hoping that the noise and laughter of the crowds around them disguised the waver in her voice. "Not so bad," she echoed.
And when they moved on to catch up with Rodney, in enthusiastic liplock with a buxom blonde, she muttered, "I did not think it would be."
--
TITLE: Prior Claim
PAIRING: Ronon/Keller
RATING: PG-13
Prior Claim
"But you are not partnered?"
Jennifer smiled nervously at the man whose bare arm she was just preparing for an innoculation shot. "For the dinner tonight?" She asked cautiously, trying to remember if Teyla had said anything about the romantic customs on this planet.
"Yes. I was thinking that if not, perhaps you will partner me for dinner tonight?"
It was, she reflected, not the kind of dinner invitation she was used to getting - dinner with a couple of hundred Acrevo who were extremely grateful for the vaccine she and Atlantis had provided.
Actually, she wasn't used to getting dinner invitations at all.
"Uh..." Jennifer tried to think of a tactful way to get out of it. This wasn't her forte, avoiding unwanted interest. She'd never really had interest before, let alone unwanted interest.
"Doc?"
She could have kissed him for coming in at this moment, providing the intimidation he did without even being conscious of it. The Pegasus peoples respected Runners, and Ronon was nearly a legend. "I'm nearly finished with Oviron here."
He rested his hip against one of the tables, clearly intending to wait. "Okay."
Oviron gave Ronon a brief look, then turned back to her. "I would be glad to partner you."
It wasn't that he wasn't nice. It was just that he was a complete stranger. Jennifer took the needle she'd prepped, swabbed his arm with alcohol and gave him the jab while her mind churned ideas about.
It came up blank. No options. She cottonballed the wound and pressed his fingers over it - only to be caught by his other hand and held. "Please?"
"I, uh..." She shot a desperate look at Ronon, whose brows were drawn together. "I'm already partnered," she said. "With Ronon here."
Oviron's hand fell away as she prayed Ronon would fall in with her lie. Better the devil you knew.
Thick eyebrows sprang up, but he just grinned. "Sorry," he said roughly. "Prior claim."
Jennifer smiled weakly as Oviron sighed. "I should have known that such a woman would be partnered."
"Yeah," Ronon murmured. "You should."
Oviron took it in good part, although he lingered at the door as Ronon came up behind her.
"He was bothering you?" The murmur was barely audible to her.
"No. Just..." She didn't know how to put it, and Oviron was taking his time about leaving the tent.
Rough lips landed on her mouth, the scratchy edges of his beard sliding across her inside lip as her mouth slipped open in shock. One hand cupped her head, the other slid down her spine. She clutched at his arms in abrupt weakness.
And then it was over.
"Is he gone?"
She dared a glance at the tent mouth. "Yeah." She exhaled. "Wow. Um. Thanks for that."
This time the kiss was brief and quick - tugging and teasing - invitation rather than claim. Ronon flashed her a grin - a man's knowing grin with a boy's laughing edge. "Whenever you like."
Jennifer flushed.
--
TITLE: No Fairytale
PAIRING: John/Teyla
RATING: PG-13
No Fairytale
In the background of Teyla's hearing, Rodney was gabbling about Ancient interfaces and the power of matter over mind and its interference with John's gene.
She knelt carefully beside him, shifting to avoid the pebble that dug into her knee as she touched him on the side of the neck. "John?"
His eyes were half-open, the lashes lining eyes dark with shock. There was a pulse beneath her fingers, and his chest lifted in breath, but there was no focus in his gaze.
"...if I can interface our handhelds with the local systems then maybe I can give him the mental equivalent of an electric shock..."
She brushed a thumb past his cheek as Ronon leaned over, darkening the sky above. "Kiss him."
Heat touched her cheeks as her breath caught. A moment later, with her reactions firmly under her control, Teyla looked up at him, narrow-eyed.
Ronon shrugged, unrepentant. "Works in the storybooks."
"I see no storybooks here."
"It's a good excuse." The grin broadened as he glanced at Rodney, muttering to himself as he pounded at the screen with irritated fingertips. "If you don't, I will."
Teyla nearly sat back and waved a hand for Ronon to have his turn. Then she shrugged, leaned over, and brushed her lips across John's.
On the way back from the cave with the Ancient outpost, Rodney later claimed it was his 'electric shock' that caused the tingling sparkage that jumped from skin to skin, lip to lip. He was quite defiant about it.
Teyla's tongue slid out across her lips again, and she ignored both John's gaze and Ronon's grin.
--
TITLE: Appetite
PAIRING: Teyla/Lorne
RATING: PG-13
Appetite
Teyla had told him not to address the women in town, small spitfires of women, curved and curvaceous, with open smiles and wandering eyes.
"I asked you to come with me for a reason. An entourage would be more successful, but my team-mates are not subtle men."
Evan Lorne was not about to argue that.
Sitting in the luxury of the trade house, bartering over what looked like sacks of wheat, Evan wasn't about to argue when Teyla sat down beside him and rested her hand on his thigh. Maybe it was a little embarrassing to be considered nothing more than an accessory, but the looks in the eyes of some of these women warned him it would be more dangerous to speak out against it - at least while the trade negotiations were in place.
He didn't argue when the Mazanian trade leader eyed him with a man-eater's gaze and asked, "Do you have any more like him that you'd trade?"
Teyla had laughed, even as her hand lightly squeezed his thigh. He guessed that was a warning against protesting the ownership question, although his smile grew a little fixed. "More like him, yes. But they are taken and faithful."
The tiny woman's gaze swept Evan where he sat. "Pity. For one like he to our breeding lines, we'd trade you much more than the szazi." But she only sighed and didn't press it, and the trade negotiations continued.
It was nearly sunset when they walked out of the tent with a handful of promises and the assurance that the szazi would be ready for transport the next day.
But the trade leader wasn't quite finished with them. "I have heard of your alliances, Teyla of Athos," she said, once again taking stock of Evan with a measured gaze. "And I have heard that they are not men to take dalliance lightly. Is it true, then?"
Teyla met the woman's gaze. "I said they were taken and faithful."
"But not to whom. Or what," murmured the woman. "Grant me my curiosity, then."
She turned to Evan, a query in her eyes, and he took her face between his palms and kissed her on the mouth.
Bitter tea and the taste of the salt that had flavoured the meat they'd been served for lunch; a sweetness and a purity that stung the lips.
And if the trade leader went away, her curiosity satisfied, Evan knew his own was barely whetted.
--
TITLE: Focus
PAIRING: John/Teyla
RATING: NC-17
Focus
John could be focused when he chose.
There was something, Teyla reflected, about having a focused man in your bed, one who gave himself to something wholly.
Fingers trailed lightly down her breastbone, knuckles trailing down her belly. His thumb rested just below her belly-button as his fingers slid into the triangle of hair between her thighs.
Fires danced, licking her with heat, searing her body.
He glanced up at her indrawn breath, at the slight shift of her hips, tossing hair from his eyes. A smile played on his mouth as he slid his finger deeper, harder.
Teyla panted.
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2. *thud*
3. HEEE. John is the princess who must be awoken with a kiss! And I love the fact that Ronon would have done it if Teyla didn't.
4. Seriously, season 4 has been the season of me going "hmm, Teyla and Lorne..." I love how Lorne follows Teyla's lead, and I love his reaction to the kiss.
5. Augh. *fans self*
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All of them were great, but I especially enjoyed the inclusion of Lorne/Teyla. Yay!
Thank you
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2. *thud*
3. HEEE. John is the princess who must be awoken with a kiss! And I love the fact that Ronon would have done it if Teyla didn't.
4. Seriously, season 4 has been the season of me going "hmm, Teyla and Lorne..." I love how Lorne follows Teyla's lead, and I love his reaction to the kiss.
5. Augh. *fans self*
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All of them were great, but I especially enjoyed the inclusion of Lorne/Teyla. Yay!
Thank you
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