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TITLE: Conspiracy Of Silence
SUMMARY: A conspiracy of silence, aided and abetted by their team-mates, no words spoken, no recriminations voiced.
CATEGORY: angst
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: general Season 5, but particularly 5.03 - Broken Ties
NOTES: This has sort of turned into a series. You should read 'Pulse' before you read this interlude. There's another PWP to come, if I can get the muse moving, and then another follow-up sequel.
WARNINGS: I'm not sure I like where this is going; I'm not a believer in 'true love conquers all'.
interlude
Teyla went to see John after she'd seen her son and Kanaan.
She told Kanaan she had 'some things to attend to' before dinner, and he seemed to sense nothing wrong with her request. Yet the splinter remained in her perception.
A conspiracy of silence, aided and abetted by their team-mates, no words spoken, no recriminations voiced. Ronon had explained it to Rodney as they waited for John and her to dress themselves, their backs turned.
It's an aphrodisiac; when crushed, it works on you while you're in an active-aware state. You're...more open to desire when it's got you.
Narrowly escaping a hireni herd by plunging through a cluster of the shrubs to reach a crevice in the rock had put them in an adrenalised state - the catalyst for the aphrodisiac, as Teyla understood Ronon's explanation.
John had been silent all the way back to the 'jumper.
Standing outside his rooms now, Teyla wondered if she should confront him here, now. If this was a wise thing to do or if it was to encourage sakhandi - the inevitability of life. Tempting fate, the Lanteans called it.
It was tempting something, she was sure.
Still, they needed this levelled between them; honest desire, if nothing else. Teyla could live with that; she hoped John could.
What she feared was more complicated.
Hesitation has lost more opportunities than it has saved lives, she told herself with a deep breath, and waved a hand before the door-switch. Inside, something chimed.
He seemed calm and unsurprised as the doors opened, although his eyes rested tensely on hers for a moment. She could not read past their opacity, and after a few seconds, he seemed to fix on a point by her earlobe "Teyla."
"We need to talk, John."
His throat bobbed, but he nodded and stepped back to let her enter. "I figured you'd want..." He bit off the words, and his cheeks were bright, burnished pink when the doors slid closed behind her.
Still, John did not lack for courage. "About this afternoon," he began, before his courage failed him and he stopped.
"We were neither of us ourselves." Teyla had rehearsed this in her mind on the way here; trying to find the words that might absolve him of the guilt she knew he felt. "You did not force me. It was...not unwelcome. Honest desire," she said, trusting to frankness.
Do you want me, John? In that moment, she had ached for him, ached for a release brought by him, yearned for his release in her body - an intimacy that she hadn't felt in...nearly a year. Since before her son's birth.
Kanaan lived in Atlantis; but he didn't share her bed.
They had tried, Ancestors knew, but as tender as he was, Teyla had felt herself draw back, each time. She could not move past the memory of frustration and terror for her unborn son - their son - past the memory of hours of pleading, arguing, drawing him out, past the memory of his fear of rebellion against Michael.
Kanaan was once again himself in every respect.
Unfortunately for them, Teyla had changed.
"I guess I should--" John started roughly, then broke off. His hands slipped into his pockets, slipped out of them, closed into fists. His jaw clenched, and Teyla saw the tension grow in his shoulders.
"John?"
He'd been looking at her, expressionless, as though coming to a decision she couldn't comprehend. Now, something in him seemed to snap, like a broken twig or a glass pane. "Oh, to hell with it," he muttered.
Teyla had just enough time to put her hands up to his shoulders as he closed with her. The ferocity of his kiss was not unfamiliar, but even as she gasped into his mouth, he gentled, his lips softening, easing back, teasing her senses as his hand cupped her head.
When he lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes were hot and soft. When she licked her lips clean of the taste of him, something dark flared in his eyes. When she opened her mouth to speak, he slid his thumb over her lips to silence her, then covered her lips with his own again, sliding them both into terrible sweetness.
--
SUMMARY: A conspiracy of silence, aided and abetted by their team-mates, no words spoken, no recriminations voiced.
CATEGORY: angst
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: general Season 5, but particularly 5.03 - Broken Ties
NOTES: This has sort of turned into a series. You should read 'Pulse' before you read this interlude. There's another PWP to come, if I can get the muse moving, and then another follow-up sequel.
WARNINGS: I'm not sure I like where this is going; I'm not a believer in 'true love conquers all'.
interlude
Teyla went to see John after she'd seen her son and Kanaan.
She told Kanaan she had 'some things to attend to' before dinner, and he seemed to sense nothing wrong with her request. Yet the splinter remained in her perception.
A conspiracy of silence, aided and abetted by their team-mates, no words spoken, no recriminations voiced. Ronon had explained it to Rodney as they waited for John and her to dress themselves, their backs turned.
It's an aphrodisiac; when crushed, it works on you while you're in an active-aware state. You're...more open to desire when it's got you.
Narrowly escaping a hireni herd by plunging through a cluster of the shrubs to reach a crevice in the rock had put them in an adrenalised state - the catalyst for the aphrodisiac, as Teyla understood Ronon's explanation.
John had been silent all the way back to the 'jumper.
Standing outside his rooms now, Teyla wondered if she should confront him here, now. If this was a wise thing to do or if it was to encourage sakhandi - the inevitability of life. Tempting fate, the Lanteans called it.
It was tempting something, she was sure.
Still, they needed this levelled between them; honest desire, if nothing else. Teyla could live with that; she hoped John could.
What she feared was more complicated.
Hesitation has lost more opportunities than it has saved lives, she told herself with a deep breath, and waved a hand before the door-switch. Inside, something chimed.
He seemed calm and unsurprised as the doors opened, although his eyes rested tensely on hers for a moment. She could not read past their opacity, and after a few seconds, he seemed to fix on a point by her earlobe "Teyla."
"We need to talk, John."
His throat bobbed, but he nodded and stepped back to let her enter. "I figured you'd want..." He bit off the words, and his cheeks were bright, burnished pink when the doors slid closed behind her.
Still, John did not lack for courage. "About this afternoon," he began, before his courage failed him and he stopped.
"We were neither of us ourselves." Teyla had rehearsed this in her mind on the way here; trying to find the words that might absolve him of the guilt she knew he felt. "You did not force me. It was...not unwelcome. Honest desire," she said, trusting to frankness.
Do you want me, John? In that moment, she had ached for him, ached for a release brought by him, yearned for his release in her body - an intimacy that she hadn't felt in...nearly a year. Since before her son's birth.
Kanaan lived in Atlantis; but he didn't share her bed.
They had tried, Ancestors knew, but as tender as he was, Teyla had felt herself draw back, each time. She could not move past the memory of frustration and terror for her unborn son - their son - past the memory of hours of pleading, arguing, drawing him out, past the memory of his fear of rebellion against Michael.
Kanaan was once again himself in every respect.
Unfortunately for them, Teyla had changed.
"I guess I should--" John started roughly, then broke off. His hands slipped into his pockets, slipped out of them, closed into fists. His jaw clenched, and Teyla saw the tension grow in his shoulders.
"John?"
He'd been looking at her, expressionless, as though coming to a decision she couldn't comprehend. Now, something in him seemed to snap, like a broken twig or a glass pane. "Oh, to hell with it," he muttered.
Teyla had just enough time to put her hands up to his shoulders as he closed with her. The ferocity of his kiss was not unfamiliar, but even as she gasped into his mouth, he gentled, his lips softening, easing back, teasing her senses as his hand cupped her head.
When he lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes were hot and soft. When she licked her lips clean of the taste of him, something dark flared in his eyes. When she opened her mouth to speak, he slid his thumb over her lips to silence her, then covered her lips with his own again, sliding them both into terrible sweetness.
--
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Honey. wow. :D
Go John!
Great series
Ronon would totally protect them but I can't believe Rodney will stay silent forever.
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<3
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Honey. wow. :D
Go John!
Great series
Ronon would totally protect them but I can't believe Rodney will stay silent forever.
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