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sga_flashficTitle: An Outfit For Wear
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angelic_mand
Category: 1st time/angst/character study
Challenge: SGA_Flashfic’s: Skirting challenge
Word count: 5, 121 (I know....long)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Who else but: Weir/Teyla, with slight mention of Weir/Simon and McKay/Sheppard
Spoilers: Home
Timeline: Season one
Summary: Teyla has a very nice set of legs and people can't help but notice.
A/N: This fic, was shamelessly inspired after watching “Home” where I couldn’t help noting how stunning Rachel/Teyla looked in that outfit….Damn that woman for being so fine and as for those legs? (I think I'll go run away now).
Just in time, thank God. Unbeta read, so all mistakes are mine.
Scene: Weir’s Office
The diplomat had been sitting in the dark, in her office for the past few hours, lost in her thoughts and reflecting on the day’s events.
She’d gone home to Simon-her Simon.
Only to find out that it wasn’t home, wasn’t earth, wasn’t even this reality, and instead was an alternate reality, which meant it wasn’t her Simon-not really and their home-wasn’t their home.
She doesn’t even know if that makes matters worse or better-that it was an alternate reality instead of reality.
One thing’s for certain she’s not ready, not ready to let go of Simon, even if he is in another galaxy. She’d made a promise and she intends keeping.
But this doesn’t stop her mind, from wondering back to one Teyla Emmagan.
Nor did it stop her from looking at the Athosian in that outfit.
McKay: looked rather McKay like, whilst Ford, Ford looked: adorable: with his boyish grin and looks.
Sheppard, looked, well, yes, he did look rather sexy, what with that casual wear and that boyish look, which woman wouldn’t melt? But of course, who could resist the “flyboy”?
Elizabeth certainly could, unlike McKay.
This certainly surprised her-after all did McKay not have a date with his neighbor? Or a crush on his neighbor? She can’t be sure, truth be told, when McKay began to ramble she switched off, but she did notice the look Sheppard threw him, when he spoke so fondly of this neighbor. Needless to say, John was far from impressed. But the one thing she didn’t expect to witness was Sheppard pouncing on McKay in the lab…But one thing’s for certain: Rodney and John are certainly suited for one another in more ways than one.
As for Teyla? Teyla looked stunning in more ways than one and the way in which she continued to glow, certainly didn’t help matters.
Elizabeth certainly couldn’t help the provocative thoughts, as she did an “once-over” on the Athosian, but of course, she shouldn’t have done an “once-over” nor should she have allowed those thoughts to enter her mind, but she did and the thoughts did cross her mind…
But at the same time, the diplomat couldn’t help being horrified: her thoughts shouldn’t have been about Teyla; it should have been about Simon-her Simon and no-one else, and certainly not Teyla Emmagan.
Teyla was a friend, or at least, something close to a friend and you certainly shouldn’t have those types of thoughts about a friend…
But damn, the Athosian-what with those looks, smile and legs, what person wouldn’t go weak in the knees?
But Goddamn it! That woman really shouldn’t have worn that short denim skirt…Teyla’s worn a skirt, before, but it wasn’t until then, until that moment in that short skirt that the diplomat stood up and took notice.
But Teyla certain has an amazing set of legs and one that Elizabeth certainly wouldn’t mind exploring and some.
And yet, hours later, after the event, Elizabeth’s mind aimless continues to wonder back to the younger woman and that oh, so, short denim skirt and that, oh, so sleeveless, white and pale blue, low-cut top, which shows that, tad, bit of cleavage.
And of course, at the time, Elizabeth certainly, couldn’t do anything, but notice.
She couldn’t help, but notice the way the outfit fitted and suited the Athosian’s flawless figure, nor could she help noticing how radiant Teyla looked and as for those cheekbones? Damn, her for being so flawless, so perfect and so damn fine.
Elizabeth couldn’t help staring at the waist below…she’s never been prone to short skirts, but what she wouldn’t give to see the Athosian in that skirt…and for her show off those set of legs.
She should be thinking about Simon…but she isn’t and for her that is rather worrying-worrying and wrong.
And instead of Simon, she’s still thinking about Teyla, still having the same provocative thoughts that she had several hours ago.
She should be thinking about her man-her Simon: what she misses about him-him, his smile and his cologne or how much she yearns for him. But the reality is that she isn’t.
The reality is that, since, coming back aside from the confusion her mind has only been on one person and one person only-Teyla. Not Simon, but Teyla…and she hasn’t a clue, as to why this is. Why she keeps on thinking of Teyla in that sense, when she knows she shouldn’t and why she hasn’t once thought of Simon, puzzles her.
She shouldn’t be thinking about another woman, shouldn’t be thinking about Teyla, and every time she closes her eyes: she shouldn’t picture herself undressing the Athosian in that outfit and exploring the Athosian.
None of this should be happening, but it is and she isn’t doing anything, but what can she do? Talk to Kate? As if she’d be able to explain anything. She means no disrespect to the shrink, but there are some things, which even Kate Heightmeyer need not know.
Perhaps I’m too afraid to let go-to afraid to say goodbye to Simon. But, then, why would I have such provocative thoughts of Teyla?
Elizabeth doesn’t even hear the door open, nor does she notice the presence in the room.
The light switches on, surprising her, the Athosian smiles sheepishly, quickly hiding something back her back. “I am sorry, Doctor Weir, I did not mean to frighten you.”
The diplomat smiles, weakly, as her heart continues to pound.
Elizabeth can’t help noticing how, even now Teyla looks radiant. Oh, God, this isn’t helping matters. “Well, if you sneak upon someone it’s bound to happen. Unless you’re actually planning to send me to an early grave, then it’s bound to work.”
Teyla feels herself darken.
So damn, cute, I really have to stop thinking like this. Teyla’s a friend and you, you have Simon…remember him?
She tugs at her collar, nervously. “So, how can I help?”
As Teyla remains standing, Elizabeth can’t help, but feel disappointed-disappointed in the fact that Teyla’s wearing her combat pants, instead of her skirt.
Stop thinking like that. She’s a friend and a woman, do you know what that means?
She hands the older woman the purple rose. “Whilst we were off base, Doctor Taylor had discovered a garden of some kind, in the city, and I thought you could do with this, so it can brighten your day.”
As she takes the rose from the younger woman, her fingers brush against the Athosian’s and Elizabeth feels herself tingle. This isn’t helping matters “Thank-you. My day certainly has just gotten a lot brighter. I’ll have to find a vase, I’m sure there’s one lying around somewhere. But this can go by my bedside…”
The Athosian smiles pleasingly and again the diplomat is reminded of a child in a candy shop.
“Teyla, you can sit down, I’m not going to bite.”
Of course, making remarks like that, helps how?
As she takes her seat, her head lowers briefly. “I am sorry.”
Elizabeth’s eyebrow arches. “For?”
Teyla looks at the diplomat, carefully, choosing her words. “For your disappointment…”
Elizabeth can’t help noticing the lace on the Athosian’s top. She has noticed it before, but this time, this time everything has changed. I wonder what would happen if I was to ‘accidentally’ pull on that lace? Would she even let me…?
“…You had all high expectations,” Teyla continues, allowing her eyes to meet the diplomat’s, “some more than others.”
Inappropriate thoughts like that, certainly doesn’t help.
“Well, I won’t deny that we’re all disappointed…even angry. I mean we all thought we’d made contact, when in fact we didn’t. But of course, I should have suspected something, Simon would never behave so calmly.”
“Is he your partner?”
The diplomat can’t help noting the Athosian’s disappointment. Teyla cruses herself for failing to hide her disappointment, but she isn’t surprised that the Doctor has someone back on Earth.
Elizabeth’s lips twist in uncertainly. “I’m not sure…” She says truthfully, whilst holding her gaze. Of course it doesn’t help, that I keep thinking about you, when I shouldn’t. Especially, not like that.
She decides to change the subject: if she doesn’t think about Simon then she won’t feel so guilty. “You seemed to have fun.”
Teyla’s eyebrow rises Elizabeth feels herself blush.
“I liked your outfit, you certainly…” looked stunning, I can’t tell her that “glowed.”
Teyla looks at her in bewilderment.
“Nice.” She explains to the confused woman. You certainly did look fine. I need to stop spending time with Bates and Ford.
The Athosian grins, lighting up. “Thank you!”
She feels her throat drying up. Teyla certainly is beautiful.
“I was not sure what to wear. You have so much choice and so many market places…I believe the major called the trading place…the mall, and the market places…shops.”
Elizabeth grins. Of course you wearing that outfit, certainly was breathtaking. “If you like Teyla, I could always take you shopping.”
The Athosian’s grin gets bigger. “You would do that?”
For you I would do anything. Do not think of anything provocative… “Yes.”
“You would not mind, me shopping for hours?”
She laughs. “No.”
“Major Sheppard, certainly seemed to have minded…”
“He’s a man. When it comes to shopping men hate shopping with women. Apparently we spend to long deciding what to buy.”
“When there is so much choice I am not surprised.” The Athosian holds the older woman’s gaze, perhaps longer then she should have.
Elizabeth feels herself darken. “Of course Teyla, the best part of shopping has to be shopping in other countries.”
The Athosian says, nothing, as she briefly studies the older woman.
“Is there anything else on your mind?” Highly unlike it would be me…Goddamn! Do not think of Teyla like that….Simon’s your boyfriend, your partner, Teyla’s, well Teyla. Stunning, single, with a nice set of legs and a woman…don’t forget that little part. You haven’t slept with a woman…not since, you were twenty-seven… and it was a mistake then, and it would be a mistake if you sleep with one now, especially Teyla…and especially considering how you hadn’t a clue has to what to do. But of course, she didn’t even help matters…
The Athosian smiles, shyly: normally so in control the young woman finds herself stumbling over her words. “I was wondering…would you like to…go for walk?”
“A walk?”
The Athosian feels herself blush-this time of embarrassment. “If you do not want to-”
“Teyla?” The diplomat cuts the younger woman off. “I would like that.”
Teyla lights up, smiling-again like a child in a candy shop.
(Time-lapse)
As they step onto the balcony, the Athosian leans forward: closing her eyes, Elizabeth can’t help herself, as her eyes fixated on the figure next to her. What she would not give to touch the younger woman.
“I often wonder, what life would be like had we not encountered the Wraith. Would we live like your people?”
The diplomat looks away briefly. “You wouldn’t want to leave like us Teyla.”
“Why?” She asks curiously.
This time reminding Elizabeth of a child going through the “Why?” stage…
She smiles, faintly. “Well, given the choice of living the way we do, or the way you and your people do-I’d rather live like you.” She pauses briefly. “Do you think about your people?”
Teyla looks away. “Yes. I often wonder what they are doing.”
“And whether or not you made the right choice?”
The younger woman looks at her in surprise, but says nothing.
“We all have doubts.” She says reassuringly.
“Even you?” Teyla asks, rather cockily.
Elizabeth laughs: surprised that Sheppard’s cockiness rubbed off on the Athosian so quickly “Yes, even me.”
“I find that hard to believe.” The Athosian says, rather challengingly and again cockily.
Her eyebrow arches. “Is Teyla Emmagan challenging me?” She grins. “Because I’ll have you know I do love a challenge Teyla.” Flirting is a very bad idea….
“Perhaps.” The younger woman matches Elizabeth’s grin. “It would depend on what you would call a challenge.”
Would she even know I’m flirting with her? She’d probably think I’m being over-friendly. “I will have you know that, even I face dilemmas of another kind.”
“Really? Doctor McKay believes otherwise.”
Her eyebrow arches in amusement. “Oh, he does, does he? And what about you? Do you agree with the good doctor?”
Teyla crocks her head. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
Elizabeth doesn’t even notices that the gap has closed.
“What would you do, if I was to…” she pretends to be deep in thought, “….say kiss you?”
Teyla’s eyebrows rise, as she laughs, nervously.
Elizabeth flashes a cocky smile, as she continues rather cockily. “That would be quite a dilemma wouldn’t you agree?”
“Indeed it would.” The Athosian says, studying the older woman. She smiles, (one that the diplomat can’t make out) as she is hit with an idea. “If you were to kiss me,” she grins, leaning up, “I would not complain nor would I mind….”
Her smile gets bigger, as she notes the look on the older woman’s face-not the answer she was expecting.
“Of course…”
The diplomat tingles, as the warmth of Teyla’s breath hits her.
“…it would help if you were to carry out the action. Unless you would prefer me to….”
Elizabeth’s lips crash against Teyla’s: Teyla’s lips are softer then she’d imagined.
She can’t help wondering whether or not this means that she has betrayed Simon. But of course-just even thinking of Teyla has meant betrayal. She knows its wrong, but she can’t seem to help herself…and as much as she loves Simon, she can’t help being attracted to Teyla.
Elizabeth kisses the younger woman-slowly, wanting to savor the newly found taste.
As she pulls the younger woman closer, she can’t stop the flashing provocative images in her mind, she feels the Athosian’s hands entangle her hair.
She pulls away, briefly. “That was…”
The Athosian flashes a mischievous smile, silencing her with her finger, before entwining her fingers with the older woman’s.
As the younger woman leads the way, Elizabeth can’t help inhaling the Athosian’s scent.
She looks around the quarters, wondering, when the Athosian discovered these living quarters. It certainly was bigger then the ones they were living in-perhaps these parts of Atlantis belonged to the “Elders” of the Ancients.
The room is painted in a bright blue color, the bed, is that of king-size: the sheets and pillow cases are also blue. The sofa (also blue) and the widescreen surprise her, as she thought the recreational rooms were the only rooms to have such luxury-apparently not. Needless to say that whoever these quarters belonged to certainly loved the color blue and certainly lived like royalty.
Teyla pauses at the bed, bringing their hands up. “I had discovered this quite by accident. It certainly is of the nicest living quarters in the city. Would you not agree?”
“I’ll say…” The diplomat mutters.
Teyla looks confused. “Is that a…”
Elizabeth smiles sheepishly. “I’m sorry. Yes, that’s a yes, I do agree with you.”
Teyla grins, kissing the older woman: before pushing her on the bed, allowing herself to fall on top of the older woman, before reclaiming her lips. She briefly nibbles on the diplomat’s bottom lip, before tracing her lips with her tongue.
As the diplomat parts her lips, allowing the Athosian’s tongue enter her mouth, she can’t help, but wonder: how far the Athosian’s prepared to go and whether or not she’s even ready…
The diplomat tears away, her eyes meet the Athosian’s in confusion. “Teyla…”
Teyla smiles, reassuringly. “If you do not want to do this, then I understand.” She says reassuringly. “I have wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you.”
Elizabeth feels her throat drying up. “Really?”
The younger woman begins to trace the diplomat’s features. “You are a beautiful woman Elizabeth: do not forget that.”
This was the first time she’d heard Teyla call her by her given name.
She smiles. “That’s the first time you’ve called me Elizabeth.”
The Athosian looks at her confused. “Was that not appropriate?”
Elizabeth grins, leaning up, kissing the younger woman. “It was more then appropriate.” She kisses her again. “In fact it was rather sexy.”
Now familiar with that particular term, Teyla grins, lighting up her features. “It was, was it?”
Elizabeth threads her hand through the younger woman’s hair. “Yes, it was.”
“Elizabeth…” Teyla pauses briefly, planting a kiss on the diplomat’s forehead, “is a rather sexy name.”
The diplomat snorts.
“Do you not agree?”
Elizabeth laughs. “Well, until now, no.”
Teyla smiles cockily. “And why the sudden change of heart?”
Elizabeth grins, allowing her features to light up. “Oh, you know why.”
Teyla throw her a mocked confused look. “No, no, I do not. I am afraid that I am at a loss.”
The diplomat laughs, before becoming serious. “I’ve never done this before. Well, I did the once, but that was a mistake, I hadn’t a clue what to do…and she made matters worse…and wasn’t very…I can’t even recall her name, that’s how bad it was…” Her voice trails off, as she feels herself blush with embarrassment.
“You do not have to explain yourself to me. It is nothing to ashamed of.”
The diplomat smiles, weakly. “A case of trial and error.”
That wasn’t really a question and yet the Athosian’s replies. “Yes, if you like. It is a case of trial and error, but of course you learn, as you go along.” She grins, widely. “And I like that. I like the idea of being your first. Granted that I am not your first per se, but…”
Elizabeth pulls the younger woman closer-crashing her lips against her own.
Reassured and somewhat confident-reassured that it won’t be like the first time- a disaster and that even it is-a disaster that at least she won’t feel inadequate, won’t feel stupid or that it’s entirely her fault-due to “lack of experience”.
The Athosian feels the older woman’s hands enter her top; Teyla pulls away, as she feels her hands travel up her back. “Are you sure?”
The diplomat looks into the Athosian’s concerned brown eyes, as she unclasps the younger woman’s bra. “Yes.”
“I do not mean to undermine you, but if you do not feel confident or are uncertain, then perhaps I should take lead?”
Again the diplomat feels herself blush, pausing briefly.
“It is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Elizabeth smiles, faintly. “I just feel…stupid. I mean I’m a grown woman and I haven’t a clue what to do.”
Teyla smiles, again reassuringly. “You are anything, but stupid, Elizabeth. It is normal to feel embarrassed, stupid and uncertain…. And as time goes by, you will know what to do and before you know it, it will be second nature to you.” She strokes the older woman’s features. “And between you and me, I too am scared. Granted that I am somewhat more experienced, but I’m still nervous, still scared of getting it wrong or unable to please my partner.”
Partner? How can we be partners, if we’ve never had a relationship?
Elizabeth smiles, before reclaiming Teyla’s lips, her hands stroke the Athosian’s breasts, as she disregards the bra.
Moment later Teyla pulls away, as the diplomat removes her top, the Athosian begins to undo the diplomat’s button’s.
Moments later, after disregarding the diplomat’s shirt Teyla’s eyes fall on the older woman’s body. “You certainly are beautiful.” She purrs.
Elizabeth feels herself blush at the compliment-she’s never been one for compliments.
As she reclaims the older woman’s lips, Teyla’s hands travel underneath the diplomat’s back: she makes quick work of unclasping and removing the bra.
Teyla feels the older woman’s hands travel down her bare, bony, back.
The Athosian pulls away, kissing Elizabeth on the forehead, bridge of her nose and cheeks, before nibbling gently on the bottom lip.
She begins to leave a trail of kisses down Elizabeth’s neck and left breast. “Just relax.”
The diplomat’s eyes close, briefly: she watches, as Teyla takes the taunted nipple into her mouth, before sucking gently.
A moan escapes the diplomat’s lips, her fingers sink into the Athosian’s skin.
Teyla switches breast, again taking the taunted nipple into her mouth-repeating the motion.
She pulls away, looking at the flushed diplomat. “Are you all right?”
“I’m not sure…”
She rises up, crawling up the diplomat’s body. “If you want me to stop, then I will.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Are you sure?”
Elizabeth feels herself blush with embarrassment. “I feel stupid.” She surprises herself by being so open and so honest.
“You are anything, but stupid.” Teyla smiles, again reassuringly: stroking the diplomat’s features, before kissing her reassuringly. “It is perfect normal to feel uncertain, to have doubt, to feel embarrassed and to feel awkward. Are you certain that you are ready?”
Elizabeth can’t help herself, as she blushes further more from embarrassment. “Yes.” She can’t feeling like she did, when she was fifteen and first slept with Clayton Jackson-that certainly was awkward…of course she’s had a lot awkward moments since then.
And this, this certainly has to be one of them.
Teyla smiles. “If you want me to stop, then I will, just let me know.”
Elizabeth’s eyes close, as her head hits the pillow, she can’t help but feel stupid, embarrassed and awkward.
Teyla leaves a circular pattern of kisses on the diplomat’s abdomen, she pauses briefly, before crawling up Elizabeth’s body, again stroking he face. “I need you to relax.” She says again reassuringly. “I will let you know, when I am ready to insert another finger-that a way you can tell me whether or not you want me to and if you do not, then I will not.”
Once more the diplomat can’t help, but blush in embarrassment.
Teyla kisses the older woman, feeling her relax, Teyla’s hand travels down Elizabeth’s abdomen and down her dark curls, before sliding a finger into the wet passage.
Elizabeth can’t help the gasp that escapes her lips and Teyla can’t help kissing her reassuringly.
Teyla begins to penetrate slowly, sliding her finger in and out.
Elizabeth closes her eyes, allowing her hands to thread through the younger woman’s soft, feather like hair.
“I am going to quicken my pace, now and add another finger…as long, as that it is alright by you.”
She smiles faintly, her eyes open, slowly. “Teyla, I trust you, I’ve always trusted you. I don’t need you to let me know, when you are going to…”
Teyla smiles, somewhat sheepishly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Teyla grins, before pressing her lips against the older woman’s, kissing her softly and slowly, before inserting a second finger and increasing her pace.
The diplomat parts her lips, allowing the Athosian’s tongue enter her mouth, the Athosian swallows the older woman’s moans.
Teyla pulls away, briefly, as she slides in another finger: working in the same continuous pattern. The Athosian grins, stroking the diplomat’s features with her free hand. “You are beautiful.”
Elizabeth’s nervous laugh, is muffled by the Athosian’s lips, but again the Athosian pulls away, planting kisses all over her face-all over her features.
Elizabeth can’t help her moans, just like she can’t help clutching onto Teyla’s hair.
Elizabeth still can’t help these feelings: but of course had she been an expert on women, then who’s to say that she won’t still have these feelings of: awkwardness, embarrassment, uncertainly and stupidity.
She feels herself at her climax and she can’t help, but feel disappointed-disappointed that she’s already at this stage, disappointed that she’s ready to climax so soon.
As she climaxes, she shudders at her release, but she can’t help her emotions. Is it so natural to be so emotional? To be so happy, confused and disappointed at the same time?
Teyla grins, kissing the older woman, before removing her fingers. The diplomat takes the younger woman fingers, uncertain of what to do-although the next part is quite obvious: she just doesn’t want to screw things up.
Elizabeth takes two of Teyla’s fingers into her mouth, sucking on them gently, watching as the Athosian’s eyes close and her moans begin to occur.
But, before the Athosian can process anything, she finds herself at the bottom, her eyes shoot open, and she can’t help noticing the smile on the diplomat’s face.
“Are you sure?”
Elizabeth smiles: slightly amused at the question. “Yes,” she pauses briefly, “but…” her voice trials off, as she blushes again in embarrassment.
Teyla smiles-again reassuringly. She says nothing, as she takes Elizabeth’s hand in her own, guiding her, to her own centre, before starting the penetration.
Elizabeth doesn’t even notice or feel the Athosian’s fingers slide out. “You are doing wonderfully.” Teyla says again reassuringly.
She feels Teyla’s hips sway underneath her and watches Teyla’s reactions in curiosity, amazement and fascination.
She gasps in surprise, as she feels Teyla’s Teyla sink into her skin.
And again moments later she gasps in surprise, as she feels the Athosian shudder.
“Did I?”
Teyla grins. “Yes, you did. You did wonderfully, Elizabeth.” Teyla smiles again widely, before awarding the older woman with a deep kiss.
(Following morning)
Elizabeth’s eyes open, she turns her neck-only to find Teyla studying her. She smiles, shyly. “Hi…”
Teyla smiles, lightly kissing her on the lips. “Morning.”
She tosses to her side. “How long have you been awake?”
“An hour possibly…I cannot be sure.” She cups the older woman’s face, allowing her legs to entangle with the diplomat’s. “How are you?”
“Fine.” She pushes a hand through her hair. “I don’t have any regrets. And last night?” Her eyes twinkle-brightly. “That was amazing…you were amazing,” she looks at her in amusement. “Where were you, when I was twenty-seven?”
Teyla grins, as she strokes her face. “You too were amazing.”
The diplomat looks at her in amusement. “Amazing? You really shouldn’t exaggerate.”
“You really should not sell yourself short Elizabeth.” She looks at her slightly amused. “If I say you were amazing, then you were amazing. And if I were to say that you were…how do your people put it?” She ponders briefly. “Ah, yes, that is it. Rubbish, then you were rubbish.”
Elizabeth laughs. “You see that’s more like it.”
Teyla hits her playfully. “You really should stop putting yourself down.” She kisses her. “You were amazing.”
Elizabeth grins, she watches as Teyla pushes a strand of her hair aside.
“You never asked me, why I chose that outfit, major Sheppard and Aidan did…”
Elizabeth grins. “Oh, I’m sure, you’ll tell me in your own time.”
“Or maybe I will not.”
“Oh, you will.” Elizabeth states, arrogantly.
“I will, will I? And what makes you so certain?”
“Because you will.” Elizabeth replies, matter-of-factly.
“What did you think of the outfit? Did you really think it was 'nice’?”
Elizabeth smiles, sheepishly. “Honestly?”
Teyla nods.
Elizabeth laughs, awkwardly. “I thought you looked, er, sexy, very, very sexy. In fact had the gateroom been empty or had the reality been real…I would have kissed you there and then. Well, maybe not there and then…”
“I’m glad you liked that outfit, because I worn it, particularly for you.”
Elizabeth grins-again in amusement. “Oh, you had, had you? Even though I wasn’t there?”
“Yes, well, I was planning to ask the major to invite you….eventually.”
Her eyebrow arches in amusement, as she looks at the younger woman in amusement. “To ask for my approval?”
“Yes.”
“And had I not approved?”
Teyla grins mischievously. “Oh, you would have approved, I would have made sure of that.”
“Really? Pray tell.”
The Athosian jumps off the bed, she kisses the diplomat hastily. “I will be right back.”
Elizabeth watches as the naked Athosian disappears into the bathroom.
Moments later the Athosian remerges: wearing a short denim skirt with a sleeveless blue top. “How about this?”
“Jesus, Teyla.”
Elizabeth can’t help the smile forming on her lips, as she gawks in amazement and shock.
Teyla smiles pleased with herself. “I take it that means you approve?”
“Damn it, girl, you look fine” I have definitely been spending far too much time with Bates and Ford.
Teyla laughs. “Aidan said that…”
Her eyebrow arches. “He did, did he? Well he does have a crush on you.”
The Athosian smiles sheepishly.
Elizabeth laughs. “Although I can’t say I blame him.”
“I’m glad you approved, because had you not approved I would not wear short skirts.”
Elizabeth chuckles, before walking towards the younger woman. “I doubt that very much,” her eyes briefly, fall onto the Athosian’s legs, “I mean it would be a shame to hide those legs.”
“Oh, I take it that is all you like about me?”
“Yup. Just your legs and nothing else.”
Both women laugh.
Elizabeth looks at her slightly puzzled. “Where did you get-”
“I believe it was Doctor Heightmeyer…who gave me the skirt…”
“And why would she do that?”
Teyla smirks, noting the hint of jealously. “Apparently, Aidan noticed the way you were looking at me in the gateroom….” She shrugs. “So, she gave it to me. He must have spoken to her.”
Elizabeth gets out of the bed, walking towards the younger woman. “Just like that?”
“Yes, just like that…” Teyla smiles, slyly, “although she did hint that she would like to see me in this skirt.”
Elizabeth laces her fingers with the Athosian’s. “She did, did she?”
Teyla grins, holding the older woman’s gaze. “Yes.”
“And would you?”
“I do not see why not. She is attractive and this skirt is rather comfortable.”
Elizabeth throws a mock hurt look. "She is, is she?"
"Yes."
"Well, I certainly can't argue there." Elizabeth grins. “And you do have a set of legs.”
Teyla laughs. “That too.”
“But, I’ll be damned if Kate sees you in that skirt.”
She looks at her sheepishly. “That might be a problem.”
Elizabeth looks at the Athosian slightly amused. “You promised her?”
Again Teyla looks at her sheepishly. “Yes, but…”
“I can’t blame her.” Elizabeth grins, pulling the younger woman close. “Of course she can only look,” her lips press smoothly against the Athosian’s, “whilst I, I get the best of both worlds.”
“Now,” her eyes twinkle deviously, “if I am to wear this, I will need to shower first.”
“And I suppose you’ll need help?”
Teyla flashes another devious smile. “Indeed I will.”
END
Author:
angelic_mandCategory: 1st time/angst/character study
Challenge: SGA_Flashfic’s: Skirting challenge
Word count: 5, 121 (I know....long)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Who else but: Weir/Teyla, with slight mention of Weir/Simon and McKay/Sheppard
Spoilers: Home
Timeline: Season one
Summary: Teyla has a very nice set of legs and people can't help but notice.
A/N: This fic, was shamelessly inspired after watching “Home” where I couldn’t help noting how stunning Rachel/Teyla looked in that outfit….Damn that woman for being so fine and as for those legs? (I think I'll go run away now).
Just in time, thank God. Unbeta read, so all mistakes are mine.
Scene: Weir’s Office
The diplomat had been sitting in the dark, in her office for the past few hours, lost in her thoughts and reflecting on the day’s events.
She’d gone home to Simon-her Simon.
Only to find out that it wasn’t home, wasn’t earth, wasn’t even this reality, and instead was an alternate reality, which meant it wasn’t her Simon-not really and their home-wasn’t their home.
She doesn’t even know if that makes matters worse or better-that it was an alternate reality instead of reality.
One thing’s for certain she’s not ready, not ready to let go of Simon, even if he is in another galaxy. She’d made a promise and she intends keeping.
But this doesn’t stop her mind, from wondering back to one Teyla Emmagan.
Nor did it stop her from looking at the Athosian in that outfit.
McKay: looked rather McKay like, whilst Ford, Ford looked: adorable: with his boyish grin and looks.
Sheppard, looked, well, yes, he did look rather sexy, what with that casual wear and that boyish look, which woman wouldn’t melt? But of course, who could resist the “flyboy”?
Elizabeth certainly could, unlike McKay.
This certainly surprised her-after all did McKay not have a date with his neighbor? Or a crush on his neighbor? She can’t be sure, truth be told, when McKay began to ramble she switched off, but she did notice the look Sheppard threw him, when he spoke so fondly of this neighbor. Needless to say, John was far from impressed. But the one thing she didn’t expect to witness was Sheppard pouncing on McKay in the lab…But one thing’s for certain: Rodney and John are certainly suited for one another in more ways than one.
As for Teyla? Teyla looked stunning in more ways than one and the way in which she continued to glow, certainly didn’t help matters.
Elizabeth certainly couldn’t help the provocative thoughts, as she did an “once-over” on the Athosian, but of course, she shouldn’t have done an “once-over” nor should she have allowed those thoughts to enter her mind, but she did and the thoughts did cross her mind…
But at the same time, the diplomat couldn’t help being horrified: her thoughts shouldn’t have been about Teyla; it should have been about Simon-her Simon and no-one else, and certainly not Teyla Emmagan.
Teyla was a friend, or at least, something close to a friend and you certainly shouldn’t have those types of thoughts about a friend…
But damn, the Athosian-what with those looks, smile and legs, what person wouldn’t go weak in the knees?
But Goddamn it! That woman really shouldn’t have worn that short denim skirt…Teyla’s worn a skirt, before, but it wasn’t until then, until that moment in that short skirt that the diplomat stood up and took notice.
But Teyla certain has an amazing set of legs and one that Elizabeth certainly wouldn’t mind exploring and some.
And yet, hours later, after the event, Elizabeth’s mind aimless continues to wonder back to the younger woman and that oh, so, short denim skirt and that, oh, so sleeveless, white and pale blue, low-cut top, which shows that, tad, bit of cleavage.
And of course, at the time, Elizabeth certainly, couldn’t do anything, but notice.
She couldn’t help, but notice the way the outfit fitted and suited the Athosian’s flawless figure, nor could she help noticing how radiant Teyla looked and as for those cheekbones? Damn, her for being so flawless, so perfect and so damn fine.
Elizabeth couldn’t help staring at the waist below…she’s never been prone to short skirts, but what she wouldn’t give to see the Athosian in that skirt…and for her show off those set of legs.
She should be thinking about Simon…but she isn’t and for her that is rather worrying-worrying and wrong.
And instead of Simon, she’s still thinking about Teyla, still having the same provocative thoughts that she had several hours ago.
She should be thinking about her man-her Simon: what she misses about him-him, his smile and his cologne or how much she yearns for him. But the reality is that she isn’t.
The reality is that, since, coming back aside from the confusion her mind has only been on one person and one person only-Teyla. Not Simon, but Teyla…and she hasn’t a clue, as to why this is. Why she keeps on thinking of Teyla in that sense, when she knows she shouldn’t and why she hasn’t once thought of Simon, puzzles her.
She shouldn’t be thinking about another woman, shouldn’t be thinking about Teyla, and every time she closes her eyes: she shouldn’t picture herself undressing the Athosian in that outfit and exploring the Athosian.
None of this should be happening, but it is and she isn’t doing anything, but what can she do? Talk to Kate? As if she’d be able to explain anything. She means no disrespect to the shrink, but there are some things, which even Kate Heightmeyer need not know.
Perhaps I’m too afraid to let go-to afraid to say goodbye to Simon. But, then, why would I have such provocative thoughts of Teyla?
Elizabeth doesn’t even hear the door open, nor does she notice the presence in the room.
The light switches on, surprising her, the Athosian smiles sheepishly, quickly hiding something back her back. “I am sorry, Doctor Weir, I did not mean to frighten you.”
The diplomat smiles, weakly, as her heart continues to pound.
Elizabeth can’t help noticing how, even now Teyla looks radiant. Oh, God, this isn’t helping matters. “Well, if you sneak upon someone it’s bound to happen. Unless you’re actually planning to send me to an early grave, then it’s bound to work.”
Teyla feels herself darken.
So damn, cute, I really have to stop thinking like this. Teyla’s a friend and you, you have Simon…remember him?
She tugs at her collar, nervously. “So, how can I help?”
As Teyla remains standing, Elizabeth can’t help, but feel disappointed-disappointed in the fact that Teyla’s wearing her combat pants, instead of her skirt.
Stop thinking like that. She’s a friend and a woman, do you know what that means?
She hands the older woman the purple rose. “Whilst we were off base, Doctor Taylor had discovered a garden of some kind, in the city, and I thought you could do with this, so it can brighten your day.”
As she takes the rose from the younger woman, her fingers brush against the Athosian’s and Elizabeth feels herself tingle. This isn’t helping matters “Thank-you. My day certainly has just gotten a lot brighter. I’ll have to find a vase, I’m sure there’s one lying around somewhere. But this can go by my bedside…”
The Athosian smiles pleasingly and again the diplomat is reminded of a child in a candy shop.
“Teyla, you can sit down, I’m not going to bite.”
Of course, making remarks like that, helps how?
As she takes her seat, her head lowers briefly. “I am sorry.”
Elizabeth’s eyebrow arches. “For?”
Teyla looks at the diplomat, carefully, choosing her words. “For your disappointment…”
Elizabeth can’t help noticing the lace on the Athosian’s top. She has noticed it before, but this time, this time everything has changed. I wonder what would happen if I was to ‘accidentally’ pull on that lace? Would she even let me…?
“…You had all high expectations,” Teyla continues, allowing her eyes to meet the diplomat’s, “some more than others.”
Inappropriate thoughts like that, certainly doesn’t help.
“Well, I won’t deny that we’re all disappointed…even angry. I mean we all thought we’d made contact, when in fact we didn’t. But of course, I should have suspected something, Simon would never behave so calmly.”
“Is he your partner?”
The diplomat can’t help noting the Athosian’s disappointment. Teyla cruses herself for failing to hide her disappointment, but she isn’t surprised that the Doctor has someone back on Earth.
Elizabeth’s lips twist in uncertainly. “I’m not sure…” She says truthfully, whilst holding her gaze. Of course it doesn’t help, that I keep thinking about you, when I shouldn’t. Especially, not like that.
She decides to change the subject: if she doesn’t think about Simon then she won’t feel so guilty. “You seemed to have fun.”
Teyla’s eyebrow rises Elizabeth feels herself blush.
“I liked your outfit, you certainly…” looked stunning, I can’t tell her that “glowed.”
Teyla looks at her in bewilderment.
“Nice.” She explains to the confused woman. You certainly did look fine. I need to stop spending time with Bates and Ford.
The Athosian grins, lighting up. “Thank you!”
She feels her throat drying up. Teyla certainly is beautiful.
“I was not sure what to wear. You have so much choice and so many market places…I believe the major called the trading place…the mall, and the market places…shops.”
Elizabeth grins. Of course you wearing that outfit, certainly was breathtaking. “If you like Teyla, I could always take you shopping.”
The Athosian’s grin gets bigger. “You would do that?”
For you I would do anything. Do not think of anything provocative… “Yes.”
“You would not mind, me shopping for hours?”
She laughs. “No.”
“Major Sheppard, certainly seemed to have minded…”
“He’s a man. When it comes to shopping men hate shopping with women. Apparently we spend to long deciding what to buy.”
“When there is so much choice I am not surprised.” The Athosian holds the older woman’s gaze, perhaps longer then she should have.
Elizabeth feels herself darken. “Of course Teyla, the best part of shopping has to be shopping in other countries.”
The Athosian says, nothing, as she briefly studies the older woman.
“Is there anything else on your mind?” Highly unlike it would be me…Goddamn! Do not think of Teyla like that….Simon’s your boyfriend, your partner, Teyla’s, well Teyla. Stunning, single, with a nice set of legs and a woman…don’t forget that little part. You haven’t slept with a woman…not since, you were twenty-seven… and it was a mistake then, and it would be a mistake if you sleep with one now, especially Teyla…and especially considering how you hadn’t a clue has to what to do. But of course, she didn’t even help matters…
The Athosian smiles, shyly: normally so in control the young woman finds herself stumbling over her words. “I was wondering…would you like to…go for walk?”
“A walk?”
The Athosian feels herself blush-this time of embarrassment. “If you do not want to-”
“Teyla?” The diplomat cuts the younger woman off. “I would like that.”
Teyla lights up, smiling-again like a child in a candy shop.
(Time-lapse)
As they step onto the balcony, the Athosian leans forward: closing her eyes, Elizabeth can’t help herself, as her eyes fixated on the figure next to her. What she would not give to touch the younger woman.
“I often wonder, what life would be like had we not encountered the Wraith. Would we live like your people?”
The diplomat looks away briefly. “You wouldn’t want to leave like us Teyla.”
“Why?” She asks curiously.
This time reminding Elizabeth of a child going through the “Why?” stage…
She smiles, faintly. “Well, given the choice of living the way we do, or the way you and your people do-I’d rather live like you.” She pauses briefly. “Do you think about your people?”
Teyla looks away. “Yes. I often wonder what they are doing.”
“And whether or not you made the right choice?”
The younger woman looks at her in surprise, but says nothing.
“We all have doubts.” She says reassuringly.
“Even you?” Teyla asks, rather cockily.
Elizabeth laughs: surprised that Sheppard’s cockiness rubbed off on the Athosian so quickly “Yes, even me.”
“I find that hard to believe.” The Athosian says, rather challengingly and again cockily.
Her eyebrow arches. “Is Teyla Emmagan challenging me?” She grins. “Because I’ll have you know I do love a challenge Teyla.” Flirting is a very bad idea….
“Perhaps.” The younger woman matches Elizabeth’s grin. “It would depend on what you would call a challenge.”
Would she even know I’m flirting with her? She’d probably think I’m being over-friendly. “I will have you know that, even I face dilemmas of another kind.”
“Really? Doctor McKay believes otherwise.”
Her eyebrow arches in amusement. “Oh, he does, does he? And what about you? Do you agree with the good doctor?”
Teyla crocks her head. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
Elizabeth doesn’t even notices that the gap has closed.
“What would you do, if I was to…” she pretends to be deep in thought, “….say kiss you?”
Teyla’s eyebrows rise, as she laughs, nervously.
Elizabeth flashes a cocky smile, as she continues rather cockily. “That would be quite a dilemma wouldn’t you agree?”
“Indeed it would.” The Athosian says, studying the older woman. She smiles, (one that the diplomat can’t make out) as she is hit with an idea. “If you were to kiss me,” she grins, leaning up, “I would not complain nor would I mind….”
Her smile gets bigger, as she notes the look on the older woman’s face-not the answer she was expecting.
“Of course…”
The diplomat tingles, as the warmth of Teyla’s breath hits her.
“…it would help if you were to carry out the action. Unless you would prefer me to….”
Elizabeth’s lips crash against Teyla’s: Teyla’s lips are softer then she’d imagined.
She can’t help wondering whether or not this means that she has betrayed Simon. But of course-just even thinking of Teyla has meant betrayal. She knows its wrong, but she can’t seem to help herself…and as much as she loves Simon, she can’t help being attracted to Teyla.
Elizabeth kisses the younger woman-slowly, wanting to savor the newly found taste.
As she pulls the younger woman closer, she can’t stop the flashing provocative images in her mind, she feels the Athosian’s hands entangle her hair.
She pulls away, briefly. “That was…”
The Athosian flashes a mischievous smile, silencing her with her finger, before entwining her fingers with the older woman’s.
As the younger woman leads the way, Elizabeth can’t help inhaling the Athosian’s scent.
She looks around the quarters, wondering, when the Athosian discovered these living quarters. It certainly was bigger then the ones they were living in-perhaps these parts of Atlantis belonged to the “Elders” of the Ancients.
The room is painted in a bright blue color, the bed, is that of king-size: the sheets and pillow cases are also blue. The sofa (also blue) and the widescreen surprise her, as she thought the recreational rooms were the only rooms to have such luxury-apparently not. Needless to say that whoever these quarters belonged to certainly loved the color blue and certainly lived like royalty.
Teyla pauses at the bed, bringing their hands up. “I had discovered this quite by accident. It certainly is of the nicest living quarters in the city. Would you not agree?”
“I’ll say…” The diplomat mutters.
Teyla looks confused. “Is that a…”
Elizabeth smiles sheepishly. “I’m sorry. Yes, that’s a yes, I do agree with you.”
Teyla grins, kissing the older woman: before pushing her on the bed, allowing herself to fall on top of the older woman, before reclaiming her lips. She briefly nibbles on the diplomat’s bottom lip, before tracing her lips with her tongue.
As the diplomat parts her lips, allowing the Athosian’s tongue enter her mouth, she can’t help, but wonder: how far the Athosian’s prepared to go and whether or not she’s even ready…
The diplomat tears away, her eyes meet the Athosian’s in confusion. “Teyla…”
Teyla smiles, reassuringly. “If you do not want to do this, then I understand.” She says reassuringly. “I have wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you.”
Elizabeth feels her throat drying up. “Really?”
The younger woman begins to trace the diplomat’s features. “You are a beautiful woman Elizabeth: do not forget that.”
This was the first time she’d heard Teyla call her by her given name.
She smiles. “That’s the first time you’ve called me Elizabeth.”
The Athosian looks at her confused. “Was that not appropriate?”
Elizabeth grins, leaning up, kissing the younger woman. “It was more then appropriate.” She kisses her again. “In fact it was rather sexy.”
Now familiar with that particular term, Teyla grins, lighting up her features. “It was, was it?”
Elizabeth threads her hand through the younger woman’s hair. “Yes, it was.”
“Elizabeth…” Teyla pauses briefly, planting a kiss on the diplomat’s forehead, “is a rather sexy name.”
The diplomat snorts.
“Do you not agree?”
Elizabeth laughs. “Well, until now, no.”
Teyla smiles cockily. “And why the sudden change of heart?”
Elizabeth grins, allowing her features to light up. “Oh, you know why.”
Teyla throw her a mocked confused look. “No, no, I do not. I am afraid that I am at a loss.”
The diplomat laughs, before becoming serious. “I’ve never done this before. Well, I did the once, but that was a mistake, I hadn’t a clue what to do…and she made matters worse…and wasn’t very…I can’t even recall her name, that’s how bad it was…” Her voice trails off, as she feels herself blush with embarrassment.
“You do not have to explain yourself to me. It is nothing to ashamed of.”
The diplomat smiles, weakly. “A case of trial and error.”
That wasn’t really a question and yet the Athosian’s replies. “Yes, if you like. It is a case of trial and error, but of course you learn, as you go along.” She grins, widely. “And I like that. I like the idea of being your first. Granted that I am not your first per se, but…”
Elizabeth pulls the younger woman closer-crashing her lips against her own.
Reassured and somewhat confident-reassured that it won’t be like the first time- a disaster and that even it is-a disaster that at least she won’t feel inadequate, won’t feel stupid or that it’s entirely her fault-due to “lack of experience”.
The Athosian feels the older woman’s hands enter her top; Teyla pulls away, as she feels her hands travel up her back. “Are you sure?”
The diplomat looks into the Athosian’s concerned brown eyes, as she unclasps the younger woman’s bra. “Yes.”
“I do not mean to undermine you, but if you do not feel confident or are uncertain, then perhaps I should take lead?”
Again the diplomat feels herself blush, pausing briefly.
“It is nothing to be ashamed of.”
Elizabeth smiles, faintly. “I just feel…stupid. I mean I’m a grown woman and I haven’t a clue what to do.”
Teyla smiles, again reassuringly. “You are anything, but stupid, Elizabeth. It is normal to feel embarrassed, stupid and uncertain…. And as time goes by, you will know what to do and before you know it, it will be second nature to you.” She strokes the older woman’s features. “And between you and me, I too am scared. Granted that I am somewhat more experienced, but I’m still nervous, still scared of getting it wrong or unable to please my partner.”
Partner? How can we be partners, if we’ve never had a relationship?
Elizabeth smiles, before reclaiming Teyla’s lips, her hands stroke the Athosian’s breasts, as she disregards the bra.
Moment later Teyla pulls away, as the diplomat removes her top, the Athosian begins to undo the diplomat’s button’s.
Moments later, after disregarding the diplomat’s shirt Teyla’s eyes fall on the older woman’s body. “You certainly are beautiful.” She purrs.
Elizabeth feels herself blush at the compliment-she’s never been one for compliments.
As she reclaims the older woman’s lips, Teyla’s hands travel underneath the diplomat’s back: she makes quick work of unclasping and removing the bra.
Teyla feels the older woman’s hands travel down her bare, bony, back.
The Athosian pulls away, kissing Elizabeth on the forehead, bridge of her nose and cheeks, before nibbling gently on the bottom lip.
She begins to leave a trail of kisses down Elizabeth’s neck and left breast. “Just relax.”
The diplomat’s eyes close, briefly: she watches, as Teyla takes the taunted nipple into her mouth, before sucking gently.
A moan escapes the diplomat’s lips, her fingers sink into the Athosian’s skin.
Teyla switches breast, again taking the taunted nipple into her mouth-repeating the motion.
She pulls away, looking at the flushed diplomat. “Are you all right?”
“I’m not sure…”
She rises up, crawling up the diplomat’s body. “If you want me to stop, then I will.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Are you sure?”
Elizabeth feels herself blush with embarrassment. “I feel stupid.” She surprises herself by being so open and so honest.
“You are anything, but stupid.” Teyla smiles, again reassuringly: stroking the diplomat’s features, before kissing her reassuringly. “It is perfect normal to feel uncertain, to have doubt, to feel embarrassed and to feel awkward. Are you certain that you are ready?”
Elizabeth can’t help herself, as she blushes further more from embarrassment. “Yes.” She can’t feeling like she did, when she was fifteen and first slept with Clayton Jackson-that certainly was awkward…of course she’s had a lot awkward moments since then.
And this, this certainly has to be one of them.
Teyla smiles. “If you want me to stop, then I will, just let me know.”
Elizabeth’s eyes close, as her head hits the pillow, she can’t help but feel stupid, embarrassed and awkward.
Teyla leaves a circular pattern of kisses on the diplomat’s abdomen, she pauses briefly, before crawling up Elizabeth’s body, again stroking he face. “I need you to relax.” She says again reassuringly. “I will let you know, when I am ready to insert another finger-that a way you can tell me whether or not you want me to and if you do not, then I will not.”
Once more the diplomat can’t help, but blush in embarrassment.
Teyla kisses the older woman, feeling her relax, Teyla’s hand travels down Elizabeth’s abdomen and down her dark curls, before sliding a finger into the wet passage.
Elizabeth can’t help the gasp that escapes her lips and Teyla can’t help kissing her reassuringly.
Teyla begins to penetrate slowly, sliding her finger in and out.
Elizabeth closes her eyes, allowing her hands to thread through the younger woman’s soft, feather like hair.
“I am going to quicken my pace, now and add another finger…as long, as that it is alright by you.”
She smiles faintly, her eyes open, slowly. “Teyla, I trust you, I’ve always trusted you. I don’t need you to let me know, when you are going to…”
Teyla smiles, somewhat sheepishly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Teyla grins, before pressing her lips against the older woman’s, kissing her softly and slowly, before inserting a second finger and increasing her pace.
The diplomat parts her lips, allowing the Athosian’s tongue enter her mouth, the Athosian swallows the older woman’s moans.
Teyla pulls away, briefly, as she slides in another finger: working in the same continuous pattern. The Athosian grins, stroking the diplomat’s features with her free hand. “You are beautiful.”
Elizabeth’s nervous laugh, is muffled by the Athosian’s lips, but again the Athosian pulls away, planting kisses all over her face-all over her features.
Elizabeth can’t help her moans, just like she can’t help clutching onto Teyla’s hair.
Elizabeth still can’t help these feelings: but of course had she been an expert on women, then who’s to say that she won’t still have these feelings of: awkwardness, embarrassment, uncertainly and stupidity.
She feels herself at her climax and she can’t help, but feel disappointed-disappointed that she’s already at this stage, disappointed that she’s ready to climax so soon.
As she climaxes, she shudders at her release, but she can’t help her emotions. Is it so natural to be so emotional? To be so happy, confused and disappointed at the same time?
Teyla grins, kissing the older woman, before removing her fingers. The diplomat takes the younger woman fingers, uncertain of what to do-although the next part is quite obvious: she just doesn’t want to screw things up.
Elizabeth takes two of Teyla’s fingers into her mouth, sucking on them gently, watching as the Athosian’s eyes close and her moans begin to occur.
But, before the Athosian can process anything, she finds herself at the bottom, her eyes shoot open, and she can’t help noticing the smile on the diplomat’s face.
“Are you sure?”
Elizabeth smiles: slightly amused at the question. “Yes,” she pauses briefly, “but…” her voice trials off, as she blushes again in embarrassment.
Teyla smiles-again reassuringly. She says nothing, as she takes Elizabeth’s hand in her own, guiding her, to her own centre, before starting the penetration.
Elizabeth doesn’t even notice or feel the Athosian’s fingers slide out. “You are doing wonderfully.” Teyla says again reassuringly.
She feels Teyla’s hips sway underneath her and watches Teyla’s reactions in curiosity, amazement and fascination.
She gasps in surprise, as she feels Teyla’s Teyla sink into her skin.
And again moments later she gasps in surprise, as she feels the Athosian shudder.
“Did I?”
Teyla grins. “Yes, you did. You did wonderfully, Elizabeth.” Teyla smiles again widely, before awarding the older woman with a deep kiss.
(Following morning)
Elizabeth’s eyes open, she turns her neck-only to find Teyla studying her. She smiles, shyly. “Hi…”
Teyla smiles, lightly kissing her on the lips. “Morning.”
She tosses to her side. “How long have you been awake?”
“An hour possibly…I cannot be sure.” She cups the older woman’s face, allowing her legs to entangle with the diplomat’s. “How are you?”
“Fine.” She pushes a hand through her hair. “I don’t have any regrets. And last night?” Her eyes twinkle-brightly. “That was amazing…you were amazing,” she looks at her in amusement. “Where were you, when I was twenty-seven?”
Teyla grins, as she strokes her face. “You too were amazing.”
The diplomat looks at her in amusement. “Amazing? You really shouldn’t exaggerate.”
“You really should not sell yourself short Elizabeth.” She looks at her slightly amused. “If I say you were amazing, then you were amazing. And if I were to say that you were…how do your people put it?” She ponders briefly. “Ah, yes, that is it. Rubbish, then you were rubbish.”
Elizabeth laughs. “You see that’s more like it.”
Teyla hits her playfully. “You really should stop putting yourself down.” She kisses her. “You were amazing.”
Elizabeth grins, she watches as Teyla pushes a strand of her hair aside.
“You never asked me, why I chose that outfit, major Sheppard and Aidan did…”
Elizabeth grins. “Oh, I’m sure, you’ll tell me in your own time.”
“Or maybe I will not.”
“Oh, you will.” Elizabeth states, arrogantly.
“I will, will I? And what makes you so certain?”
“Because you will.” Elizabeth replies, matter-of-factly.
“What did you think of the outfit? Did you really think it was 'nice’?”
Elizabeth smiles, sheepishly. “Honestly?”
Teyla nods.
Elizabeth laughs, awkwardly. “I thought you looked, er, sexy, very, very sexy. In fact had the gateroom been empty or had the reality been real…I would have kissed you there and then. Well, maybe not there and then…”
“I’m glad you liked that outfit, because I worn it, particularly for you.”
Elizabeth grins-again in amusement. “Oh, you had, had you? Even though I wasn’t there?”
“Yes, well, I was planning to ask the major to invite you….eventually.”
Her eyebrow arches in amusement, as she looks at the younger woman in amusement. “To ask for my approval?”
“Yes.”
“And had I not approved?”
Teyla grins mischievously. “Oh, you would have approved, I would have made sure of that.”
“Really? Pray tell.”
The Athosian jumps off the bed, she kisses the diplomat hastily. “I will be right back.”
Elizabeth watches as the naked Athosian disappears into the bathroom.
Moments later the Athosian remerges: wearing a short denim skirt with a sleeveless blue top. “How about this?”
“Jesus, Teyla.”
Elizabeth can’t help the smile forming on her lips, as she gawks in amazement and shock.
Teyla smiles pleased with herself. “I take it that means you approve?”
“Damn it, girl, you look fine” I have definitely been spending far too much time with Bates and Ford.
Teyla laughs. “Aidan said that…”
Her eyebrow arches. “He did, did he? Well he does have a crush on you.”
The Athosian smiles sheepishly.
Elizabeth laughs. “Although I can’t say I blame him.”
“I’m glad you approved, because had you not approved I would not wear short skirts.”
Elizabeth chuckles, before walking towards the younger woman. “I doubt that very much,” her eyes briefly, fall onto the Athosian’s legs, “I mean it would be a shame to hide those legs.”
“Oh, I take it that is all you like about me?”
“Yup. Just your legs and nothing else.”
Both women laugh.
Elizabeth looks at her slightly puzzled. “Where did you get-”
“I believe it was Doctor Heightmeyer…who gave me the skirt…”
“And why would she do that?”
Teyla smirks, noting the hint of jealously. “Apparently, Aidan noticed the way you were looking at me in the gateroom….” She shrugs. “So, she gave it to me. He must have spoken to her.”
Elizabeth gets out of the bed, walking towards the younger woman. “Just like that?”
“Yes, just like that…” Teyla smiles, slyly, “although she did hint that she would like to see me in this skirt.”
Elizabeth laces her fingers with the Athosian’s. “She did, did she?”
Teyla grins, holding the older woman’s gaze. “Yes.”
“And would you?”
“I do not see why not. She is attractive and this skirt is rather comfortable.”
Elizabeth throws a mock hurt look. "She is, is she?"
"Yes."
"Well, I certainly can't argue there." Elizabeth grins. “And you do have a set of legs.”
Teyla laughs. “That too.”
“But, I’ll be damned if Kate sees you in that skirt.”
She looks at her sheepishly. “That might be a problem.”
Elizabeth looks at the Athosian slightly amused. “You promised her?”
Again Teyla looks at her sheepishly. “Yes, but…”
“I can’t blame her.” Elizabeth grins, pulling the younger woman close. “Of course she can only look,” her lips press smoothly against the Athosian’s, “whilst I, I get the best of both worlds.”
“Now,” her eyes twinkle deviously, “if I am to wear this, I will need to shower first.”
“And I suppose you’ll need help?”
Teyla flashes another devious smile. “Indeed I will.”
END