Man of Teyla, Sheppard/Teyla, 'Sacred20: Priest'
Title: Man of Teyla
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character/Pairing: Sheppard, Teyla - Sheppard/Teyla
Prompt: Priest
Rating: PG
Notes: for sacred20
Summary: John Sheppard’s not sure he still believes in God but he’s pretty sure being with Teyla is a religious experience.
John Sheppard’s not sure he still believes in God but he’s pretty sure being with Teyla is a religious experience. He’s pretty sure she’s a Goddess, with the way she feels beneath him and he knows the skin he feels pressed against his own is hallowed ground. He is reverent with his touch, knowing he’s been granted access to the most sacred of gifts; forget frankincense and myrrh, the taste and smell of Teyla is worth a forty day trek through just about anything.
She murmurs something and he’s instantly regretful that he’s not paying better attention; he only hopes she doesn’t want him to inscribe her words on any slabs because he knows he’s been a pretty bad follower. He hears her laugh and he looks up to her dark eyes and she strokes her fingers over his face; the skin tingles in her wake and his body pauses at her touch. She arches her back, her lips seeking his and his breath leaves him in a shudder as her scent washes over him. Her fingers dance down his spine and he drops to his forearms over her as her magic seeps into his bones, weakening him.
“Teyla...”
It’s almost a prayer and she responds with a breathy kiss to his throat and he’s gone. He’s lost to her, immersed in her and he knows he’ll never find a way out. That he probably wouldn’t want to, even if he could.
He may not be a man of God, but he’s definitely a man of Teyla and he’ll worship at the temple of her body for as long as she’ll have him.