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TITLE: Sexplanations
SUMMARY: I think the title says it all...
CATEGORY: Smut! PWP!
RATING: NC-17
NOTES: For the Americans on my f-list! Okay, for the Americans on my f-list who like John/Teyla. For the rest of you...uh...too bad. Sorry!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 - #094 - Independance
Sexplanations
Teyla pants as John's mouth slides under the curve of one breast, before swooping up to take her nipple into his mouth.
Outside the window, another burst of light illuminates the Atlantean sky, bright colours flashing sharp across their bare skin, but if Teyla is distracted by the firebursts outside, his attention is all on her. "And this...celebration your people have," she says, trying return to their original topic of conversation, "it is to rejoice in your...freedom?"
"Mmpndnce," John mumbles through a mouthful of nipple.
His tongue is expert on her flesh; Teyla writhes in the confines of his arms. "We are not on Earth," she manages.
He doesn't lift his mouth from her skin. "Mmph."
"So why--? Ah!" She yelps as his teeth clench lightly around the tip, whimpers as his hands urge her hips against his belly. "John, will we not be missed at the...at the celebrations?"
Where he has suckled at her breast is cold, but there is nothing cold about his eyes as he lifts his head. "No," he says firmly. "We won't." And his mouth fastens on hers as he draws her hands down to touch his rigid flesh.
Teyla likes it when John craves her caress. And she likes it when he slides his fingers into her, against her, piercing and sure.
That does not stop her from breaking her lips from his. "Why now?"
He half-chokes, half-laughs, tossing back damp strands from his high forehead. "Could ask the s...same of you. Why now?" The stutter comes as she massages the tip of his erection in her fingers.
"Because you are in no position to answer," she murmurs, smiling wickedly, and grips him in her hand just to hear him moan. "Why now?"
In answer he thrusts his fingers deeper into her, his thumb pushing up against the sensitive tip of her clitoris. Teyla arches, spasming as her body skates the edge of pleasure, teetering on the edge of a plunge. "I don't know," he says, sounding desperate.
She manages to hold onto the faintest threads of thought. Although if he once stops the flex of his fingers in her body, Teyla will make him regret it. "And Dr. Weir allowed it?"
"God, who cares?" John scrapes his teeth down her collarbone, trusting her to keep her balance when he takes his hand from between her thighs. Her need intensifies; Teyla wants to scream with frustration. But he leans back, resting both hands on the bed, inviting her touch, her possession.
Breathing is a struggle, thinking is a chore; she wants nothing more than to sheathe the hot flesh in her palm with her body, but she can think enough to hold off this long - to take this much revenge. "Rodney is not happy."
John rolls his eyes. "Teyla?"
"Yes?"
He shifts beneath her thighs until she's poised over him, then leans up to press a light kiss at the corner of her mouth. "Shut up about Rodney and fuck me."
She asks no more questions after that.
- fin -
SUMMARY: I think the title says it all...
CATEGORY: Smut! PWP!
RATING: NC-17
NOTES: For the Americans on my f-list! Okay, for the Americans on my f-list who like John/Teyla. For the rest of you...uh...too bad. Sorry!
fanfic100 - #094 - IndependanceSexplanations
Teyla pants as John's mouth slides under the curve of one breast, before swooping up to take her nipple into his mouth.
Outside the window, another burst of light illuminates the Atlantean sky, bright colours flashing sharp across their bare skin, but if Teyla is distracted by the firebursts outside, his attention is all on her. "And this...celebration your people have," she says, trying return to their original topic of conversation, "it is to rejoice in your...freedom?"
"Mmpndnce," John mumbles through a mouthful of nipple.
His tongue is expert on her flesh; Teyla writhes in the confines of his arms. "We are not on Earth," she manages.
He doesn't lift his mouth from her skin. "Mmph."
"So why--? Ah!" She yelps as his teeth clench lightly around the tip, whimpers as his hands urge her hips against his belly. "John, will we not be missed at the...at the celebrations?"
Where he has suckled at her breast is cold, but there is nothing cold about his eyes as he lifts his head. "No," he says firmly. "We won't." And his mouth fastens on hers as he draws her hands down to touch his rigid flesh.
Teyla likes it when John craves her caress. And she likes it when he slides his fingers into her, against her, piercing and sure.
That does not stop her from breaking her lips from his. "Why now?"
He half-chokes, half-laughs, tossing back damp strands from his high forehead. "Could ask the s...same of you. Why now?" The stutter comes as she massages the tip of his erection in her fingers.
"Because you are in no position to answer," she murmurs, smiling wickedly, and grips him in her hand just to hear him moan. "Why now?"
In answer he thrusts his fingers deeper into her, his thumb pushing up against the sensitive tip of her clitoris. Teyla arches, spasming as her body skates the edge of pleasure, teetering on the edge of a plunge. "I don't know," he says, sounding desperate.
She manages to hold onto the faintest threads of thought. Although if he once stops the flex of his fingers in her body, Teyla will make him regret it. "And Dr. Weir allowed it?"
"God, who cares?" John scrapes his teeth down her collarbone, trusting her to keep her balance when he takes his hand from between her thighs. Her need intensifies; Teyla wants to scream with frustration. But he leans back, resting both hands on the bed, inviting her touch, her possession.
Breathing is a struggle, thinking is a chore; she wants nothing more than to sheathe the hot flesh in her palm with her body, but she can think enough to hold off this long - to take this much revenge. "Rodney is not happy."
John rolls his eyes. "Teyla?"
"Yes?"
He shifts beneath her thighs until she's poised over him, then leans up to press a light kiss at the corner of her mouth. "Shut up about Rodney and fuck me."
She asks no more questions after that.
- fin -
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