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TITLE: If
SUMMARY: She doesn't know that he's been dreaming of her in his bed.
CATEGORY: John/Teyla. PWP...sort of.
RATING: R
NOTES: This could be for several things. I was planning something like it for the Merry Month of Masturbation at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mmom but ended up going through the month without a single masturbatory fic. Alas! In the end, this is just for the fanfic100 keyword #082 - If. And I rather liked Janet.
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His hands move swiftly across his flesh slow-touch-aching-torment as he closes his eyes and imagines her naked tanned-skin-sweat-burnished in the sheets of his bed.
He shouldn't. Not when he's agreed to take her as one of his team. we could use someone who knows their way around the place. First unspoken rule of the Air Force: you don't screw with your team-mates. There are some things you just Don't Do.
This is one thing he's pretty sure Teyla Won't Do.
So John does it for himself.
Simple stimulation, tracing up and down his shaft fingers-firm-yet-light while he thinks of her arch-eyes-hot-dark straddling his thighs, her mouth wide-lips-moist-soft eating deeply at his until he comes.
In the night, she wants him as much as he wants her. please, john.
In the day, she smiles at him and turns away. thank you, major.
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- fin -
SUMMARY: She doesn't know that he's been dreaming of her in his bed.
CATEGORY: John/Teyla. PWP...sort of.
RATING: R
NOTES: This could be for several things. I was planning something like it for the Merry Month of Masturbation at
mmom but ended up going through the month without a single masturbatory fic. Alas! In the end, this is just for the fanfic100 keyword #082 - If. And I rather liked Janet.If
sittin' over here starin' at your face
with lust in my eyes sure you don't give a damn and you
don't know that i've been dreaming of you in my bed...
sittin' over here starin' at your face
with lust in my eyes sure you don't give a damn and you
don't know that i've been dreaming of you in my bed...
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His hands move swiftly across his flesh slow-touch-aching-torment as he closes his eyes and imagines her naked tanned-skin-sweat-burnished in the sheets of his bed.
He shouldn't. Not when he's agreed to take her as one of his team. we could use someone who knows their way around the place. First unspoken rule of the Air Force: you don't screw with your team-mates. There are some things you just Don't Do.
This is one thing he's pretty sure Teyla Won't Do.
So John does it for himself.
Simple stimulation, tracing up and down his shaft fingers-firm-yet-light while he thinks of her arch-eyes-hot-dark straddling his thighs, her mouth wide-lips-moist-soft eating deeply at his until he comes.
In the night, she wants him as much as he wants her. please, john.
In the day, she smiles at him and turns away. thank you, major.
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if you were my girl, oh the things that i would do
i'd make you call out my name, i'd ask who it belonged to
if you were my woman the things i'd do to you.
but you're not, so i can't and i won't
but...if you were my girl...
i'd make you call out my name, i'd ask who it belonged to
if you were my woman the things i'd do to you.
but you're not, so i can't and i won't
but...if you were my girl...
- fin -
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I wouldn't be too sure, John. I mean, have you never heard of fanfiction writers? :)
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LOL. Have you read
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