madwomanwithabox

Title: ...For They Will Be Comforted
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/Teyla
Rating: R for sex
Het/Slash/Both: Het

Warning: Spoilers for S2 of SG:A, specifically CONVERSION

Timeline: Some time after CONVERSION

A/N: Done for Medie's Porn Battle (prompt: refuge), and will not be the only fic I write for this little foofooraw. At this point? I've given up all hope of stopping until this thing is over. I WILL OUT-PORN

lollobrigida. Really. Unbeta'd, so all mistakes and general suckiness are still mine alone.

For my benevolent f-list for putting up with me, for

rogueapprentice and her terminal case of the "Someone Please Just Choke Me Now And Get It Over With"-itis, (aka, much coughing and honking instead of talking, :P), for

lollobrigida eternally...her and the fandom crack...and for newbie

foxxcub...if you don't mind spoilery-ness for S2? This might just be up your alley. :P

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She was weeping when he came to her quarters to visit.

It didn’t feel wrong or uncomfortable, either...even though John had never seen Teyla cry. She simply sat cross-legged on her bed, graceful and elegant even stooped over, with her arms folded across her knees. She lifted her head when his hand came to rest on her shoulder, and her face was dry...but her eyes gleamed like stars with tears that would not fall.

Maybe it was just stress, maybe it was a personal problem, maybe it was a female thing. John didn’t know, and even though he wanted to ask, all that came out of his mouth was nothing as he sat on the edge of the bed beside her.

Then one thing did emerge...a soft “C’mere.” as he reached for her, feeling only a little awkward as he drew her in, against his chest with his chin lightly atop her head. She sniffed...but still there was no moisture against his shirt, no shaking, nothing. She was so still...so...*unhappy.*

He didn’t need to see her face to know those tears were still there, so he held her, surprised that she allowed herself to be held. One hand was warm as it curled around his forearm, her breath soft as it brushed past his chest while he held her.

Teyla may have kissed him first, or he might have kissed her...he had a vague memory of kissing the top of her head, almost in a brotherly fashion...then it wasn’t her head, but her mouth and it was nothing like last time. This was him, not a virus...and she was kissing him back, lips parting and drawing his tongue into her mouth the moment it ventured forth with a light, questioning flick against her lower lip.

“Teyla...”

“I just need to forget for a while. Please...John...”

He hesitated for only a moment before pressing her gently back to the bed. He wasn’t on duty, and he was grateful for it as her hands slid under his t-shirt, hiking it up and off over his head as he worked at the same time to divest her of her own clothing...which was a *little* difficult with all the lacings her tops usually had. His efforts were rewarded with a laugh, though, and it made him feel a little bit better to see her smile as she helped him with her clothing, then with the rest of his.

He always knew she was soft, just from the brief angry, accidental caresses in combat when they sparred, but he was only now realizing that she was beautiful as well...more than just the face and figure he’d seen. The way his fingers fit in the indentation between abdomen and hip as he ran them over her belly was beautiful, so was the taste of her skin as he explored her body with lips, teeth, and tongue. There was something beautiful about the way her hands felt on his body as well...dark against his lighter skin, strong but still delicate, learning quickly how to touch and where in order to make him react.

The world narrowed as he finally slipped inside her, wrapped in her silken heat and warm limbs...legs around his waist, arms around his neck, mouths fusing to mimic the movement of their bodies as they struggled together. It was quiet, but became quickly frenzied as thought, reason, and even Atlantis fell away. All that mattered was what they felt...*how* they felt...how they came together when the pain became too much and the act of offering escape was the most natural choice.

His name sounded incredible on her lips as she came, triggering his own release...John used to think that flying through the stars was as good as it got. He knew now he was wrong.

She looked at him only once as she asked him to stay, and he agreed...because one look was all he needed to know that the tears were gone.

But unable to resist, when he was certain she’d fallen asleep, John bent down to kiss those phantom trails away...just for the hell of it.