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Y'know, I think we have lust pretty well covered. When do the other sins get a show?
Title: Goings And Comings
Summary: Gunsmoke and shouting lingers in the air behind them as they leave the alley.
Pairing: John/Teyla
Prompt: adrenaline
Rating: NC-17
Goings And Comings
Gunsmoke and shouting lingers in the air behind them as they leave the alley. The limo screeches up next to the kerb in as fine a piece of precision driving as John's ever seen Markham perform.
Teyla has the door open even before it's stopped.
John suffers himself to be shoved into the air-conditioned lounge, but he reaches backwards, groping for the hand pushing at his waist. As he falls into the seat, he drags her in with him, onto his lap.
She protests once as the door slams shut behind her - "John" - before his mouth covers hers and he eases her in against him, up against his hips so she can feel what he wants, so he doesn't have to ask for this. Her curves settle into him, an intimate fit, even if he can feel the tension in her.
"This is not the time for play, John. Ronon and Lorne..."
"Are able to look after themselves," he says, his fingers already skimming sequins as the zipper of the dress slides down her spine, so smoothly - but not even as smooth as the hot skin beneath it. "That's what they're hired for." Let me look after you, he thinks but doesn't say as he strokes his fingers down her back, playing with her nerves, with the promise of sensuality.
"I... John, not here..." She glances at the privacy screen, which is up anyway, so she doesn't need to worry about Markham listening in. And among the household staff it's not as though it's exactly a secret that she's let him seduce her. They have to change his bedsheets after all.
"Why not?" He slides his right hand up the slit along her thigh, rubs his thumb along the softness of her inside thigh - lean muscle sheathed in satin skin. He kissed his way up it the other night as she watched and teased him about taking his time. For that, John made her wait until the sheets were damp with their sweat before letting her raincoat and ride him, slow and easy and so incredibly fucking hot that he nearly came the instant she slid down on him.
This time, he wants her fast, wants to grind his hips into hers, fierce and needy, with the adrenaline still pumping through their veins.
Survival is an intoxicating aphrodisiac.
If only it was one she shared. When he leans back enough to see her eyes, he can see the uncertainties in them and sighs to himself. Not now, John, maybe later. He kisses her, once, working his mouth across her lower lip in a gentle tease before looking up at her through hopeful lashes. "When we get home, maybe."
Her fingers brush his jaw - smooth-shaven for once since he has a five o'clock shadow by three o'clock most days - then her mouth stretches in a broad laugh. "You are incorrigible," she says. And kisses him. With tongue.
Okay, so maybe sooner than they get home.
He'd had her zipper half done up again. Now it's drawn to the base of her spine and he can feel her picking at his shirt buttons. "Rip it," he tells her, roughly, as he finds the clasp on her bra and unhooks it. "I have this fantasy where you hold me down..."
The laugh ripples out again. "When we get home, maybe."
Hot damn. John grins as he eases the gown from her shoulders and lets his hands slide up under her breasts. "I'm in a mood for fast, Teyla," he warns, cupping them lightly and watching her arch in his hands. "As fast as you can go."
Her eyes gleam and a few seconds later, she has her hands on a very important part of his anatomy, working him with expert fingers. Her lips skim the fine hairs in front of his ear, a teasing tickle. "You like things that go fast, don't you, John?"
He likes things that come fast, too.
Luckily, Teyla comes fast. And hot. So does John.
Ten minutes later, when the door opens back at the mansion, they're neat and cool and as prim as if they haven't just had sex in the back of a limousine.
--
I'm back on track with A Kingdom, Broken, and will be posting the next chapter next week. It went epic on me. There will also be New Fic for Valentine's Day. Hopefully. :)
Title: Goings And Comings
Summary: Gunsmoke and shouting lingers in the air behind them as they leave the alley.
Pairing: John/Teyla
Prompt: adrenaline
Rating: NC-17
Goings And Comings
Gunsmoke and shouting lingers in the air behind them as they leave the alley. The limo screeches up next to the kerb in as fine a piece of precision driving as John's ever seen Markham perform.
Teyla has the door open even before it's stopped.
John suffers himself to be shoved into the air-conditioned lounge, but he reaches backwards, groping for the hand pushing at his waist. As he falls into the seat, he drags her in with him, onto his lap.
She protests once as the door slams shut behind her - "John" - before his mouth covers hers and he eases her in against him, up against his hips so she can feel what he wants, so he doesn't have to ask for this. Her curves settle into him, an intimate fit, even if he can feel the tension in her.
"This is not the time for play, John. Ronon and Lorne..."
"Are able to look after themselves," he says, his fingers already skimming sequins as the zipper of the dress slides down her spine, so smoothly - but not even as smooth as the hot skin beneath it. "That's what they're hired for." Let me look after you, he thinks but doesn't say as he strokes his fingers down her back, playing with her nerves, with the promise of sensuality.
"I... John, not here..." She glances at the privacy screen, which is up anyway, so she doesn't need to worry about Markham listening in. And among the household staff it's not as though it's exactly a secret that she's let him seduce her. They have to change his bedsheets after all.
"Why not?" He slides his right hand up the slit along her thigh, rubs his thumb along the softness of her inside thigh - lean muscle sheathed in satin skin. He kissed his way up it the other night as she watched and teased him about taking his time. For that, John made her wait until the sheets were damp with their sweat before letting her raincoat and ride him, slow and easy and so incredibly fucking hot that he nearly came the instant she slid down on him.
This time, he wants her fast, wants to grind his hips into hers, fierce and needy, with the adrenaline still pumping through their veins.
Survival is an intoxicating aphrodisiac.
If only it was one she shared. When he leans back enough to see her eyes, he can see the uncertainties in them and sighs to himself. Not now, John, maybe later. He kisses her, once, working his mouth across her lower lip in a gentle tease before looking up at her through hopeful lashes. "When we get home, maybe."
Her fingers brush his jaw - smooth-shaven for once since he has a five o'clock shadow by three o'clock most days - then her mouth stretches in a broad laugh. "You are incorrigible," she says. And kisses him. With tongue.
Okay, so maybe sooner than they get home.
He'd had her zipper half done up again. Now it's drawn to the base of her spine and he can feel her picking at his shirt buttons. "Rip it," he tells her, roughly, as he finds the clasp on her bra and unhooks it. "I have this fantasy where you hold me down..."
The laugh ripples out again. "When we get home, maybe."
Hot damn. John grins as he eases the gown from her shoulders and lets his hands slide up under her breasts. "I'm in a mood for fast, Teyla," he warns, cupping them lightly and watching her arch in his hands. "As fast as you can go."
Her eyes gleam and a few seconds later, she has her hands on a very important part of his anatomy, working him with expert fingers. Her lips skim the fine hairs in front of his ear, a teasing tickle. "You like things that go fast, don't you, John?"
He likes things that come fast, too.
Luckily, Teyla comes fast. And hot. So does John.
Ten minutes later, when the door opens back at the mansion, they're neat and cool and as prim as if they haven't just had sex in the back of a limousine.
--
I'm back on track with A Kingdom, Broken, and will be posting the next chapter next week. It went epic on me. There will also be New Fic for Valentine's Day. Hopefully. :)
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I was starting to wonder about that myself! :)
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I think you just about stopped my heart with this one!
Well written and hot as hell!
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Thanks for sharing!
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I was starting to wonder about that myself! :)
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I think you just about stopped my heart with this one!
Well written and hot as hell!
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Thanks for sharing!