Taste of Green - Stargate Atlantis - Ford/Teyla - PG
Title: Taste of Green
Author: featherjean
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Ford/Teyla
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG
Summary: An evening off-world.
Notes: No spoilers for anything, just a bit of fluff.
Everything Ford tasted was green. Now, he liked green things well enough - he’d been raised to eat all of his vegetables, and he had long ago learned to make the best of the situation by convincing himself that he actually liked broccoli and green beans. But he’d also decided, those twenty or so years ago, that for every bite of green he ate, he would eat two of something that was some other color.
Surveying the table in front of him, he resigned himself to the fact that tonight, that just wasn’t going to be possible. Everything was green. It wasn’t just the vegetables. All of the side dishes were green. So was the bread. So was the meat, and that was just wrong.
Major Sheppard didn’t seem to care much one way or the other, being more intent on the conversation he was holding with the leaders of this village than on the food. McKay, of course, didn’t care what color it was - it was food, and therefore had to be consumed as quickly and in as much quantity as possible.
Ford cast a glance at Teyla’s plate and was perversely pleased to see that it was nearly as full as his own. He leaned over to her and muttered, “You know, where I come from, we throw out meat when it turns green.”
She stifled a laugh. “As do we,” she murmured back with a smile. “I have been assured many times that everything here is edible, yet somehow I can never bring myself to eat much of it.” She eyed her food dubiously. “Meat should bleed red, not green,” she muttered feelingly.
Ford grinned his agreement. “I just hope no one gets the idea we should trade for food with these people.” The look she gave him was eloquent.
Finally, one of the village elders called an end to dinner. “The day has been long, and the night is for the young,” he said with a chuckle, rising to his feet. “Nothing in the village is off-limits to you, so please, enjoy yourselves. We will continue our discussions in the morning.”
When both of the elders had taken their leave, Major Sheppard looked around the table at the team. “So, what’s the plan? I saw a bar or something down the road - anyone else up for a bit of mingling?” He grinned.
McKay snorted. “No, thank you, Major. Personally, I intend to search out that library we passed on our way in.”
“Of course you do,” Sheppard said, as if he’d expected nothing less. He turned to the others. “Teyla? Ford?”
Teyla shook her head, rising. “There is a spot I’ve been told affords a magnificent view of the sky and the lake below. I’ve always meant to find it, but have never had time until now.” She smiled down at Ford. “You’re more than welcome to join me.”
“Oh! Ah, yeah,” he stammered, flustered by her sudden regard. “Sure, sounds good,” he added, trying to recover.
“Well, have fun,” was all Sheppard said, but the knowing look he gave Ford made his ears burn. If Teyla noticed, she didn’t show it as she smiled serenely and led the lieutenant out the door into the night.
They walked in companionable silence through the streets and beyond, into the lightly forested area around the village. Before long they crested a hill and found themselves overlooking the lake.
The view, as promised, was magnificent. There were no clouds to mar the perfection of the night sky, and the full moon provided enough light to illuminate the pair and the still waters below. They sat down in the soft grass, maintaining their silence, both loathe to break the night’s quiet with conversation.
Beautiful as the scenery might be, Ford’s eyes kept being drawn to his companion. There was a serenity to her, a sort of oneness with the night, that drew him in. He berated himself for staring, but he couldn’t stop glancing at her.
Once, he surprised her looking back at him, but instead of looking away, she smiled and tilted her head.
“You are something of a mystery to me, Lieutenant,” she said quietly.
He raised his eyebrows. “Aidan,” he reminded her. “And how am I a mystery?”
She smiled a little as his rebuke. “Among your people, it is clear you are considered to be young. Yet they give you responsibilities that many grown men would find difficult. And,” she hesitated, then continued slowly, “at times you seem quite older than your years.”
The wind rustled the grass while Ford considered it. Finally he shrugged. “It’s the military,” he explained. “I’ve been trained to do and think things in a certain way.” He shook his head with a wry smile. “Really, though, I’m just a normal guy who’s trying to make sense of a weird situation.” He looked at her, bathed in moonlight and shadow, and before he could stop himself, he said quietly, “You’re the mystery.”
“Hm.” She smiled softly, the expression hinting at a slight pain before she pushed it away. “I am merely an ordinary woman attempting to make sense of an odd situation,” she said, lightly teasing. He smiled appreciatively. She checked the watch she’d been issued and sighed. “We should make our way back.”
He nodded reluctantly and climbed to his feet, offering her a hand up. She did not relinquish it, but stood looking up at him for a long moment. She took a breath as if to say something, then changed her mind. Instead, she kissed him.
His body reacted while his mind was still in shock, leaning into the kiss. A slow fire heated him when she didn’t pull away. His hands found her hips, slid up her back, and she moved closer, her hand sliding up his chest and curling around behind his neck. Her lips parted to him, and she tasted like something green, and Ford decided that green was an okay color for food, after all.
Author: featherjean
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Ford/Teyla
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG
Summary: An evening off-world.
Notes: No spoilers for anything, just a bit of fluff.
Everything Ford tasted was green. Now, he liked green things well enough - he’d been raised to eat all of his vegetables, and he had long ago learned to make the best of the situation by convincing himself that he actually liked broccoli and green beans. But he’d also decided, those twenty or so years ago, that for every bite of green he ate, he would eat two of something that was some other color.
Surveying the table in front of him, he resigned himself to the fact that tonight, that just wasn’t going to be possible. Everything was green. It wasn’t just the vegetables. All of the side dishes were green. So was the bread. So was the meat, and that was just wrong.
Major Sheppard didn’t seem to care much one way or the other, being more intent on the conversation he was holding with the leaders of this village than on the food. McKay, of course, didn’t care what color it was - it was food, and therefore had to be consumed as quickly and in as much quantity as possible.
Ford cast a glance at Teyla’s plate and was perversely pleased to see that it was nearly as full as his own. He leaned over to her and muttered, “You know, where I come from, we throw out meat when it turns green.”
She stifled a laugh. “As do we,” she murmured back with a smile. “I have been assured many times that everything here is edible, yet somehow I can never bring myself to eat much of it.” She eyed her food dubiously. “Meat should bleed red, not green,” she muttered feelingly.
Ford grinned his agreement. “I just hope no one gets the idea we should trade for food with these people.” The look she gave him was eloquent.
Finally, one of the village elders called an end to dinner. “The day has been long, and the night is for the young,” he said with a chuckle, rising to his feet. “Nothing in the village is off-limits to you, so please, enjoy yourselves. We will continue our discussions in the morning.”
When both of the elders had taken their leave, Major Sheppard looked around the table at the team. “So, what’s the plan? I saw a bar or something down the road - anyone else up for a bit of mingling?” He grinned.
McKay snorted. “No, thank you, Major. Personally, I intend to search out that library we passed on our way in.”
“Of course you do,” Sheppard said, as if he’d expected nothing less. He turned to the others. “Teyla? Ford?”
Teyla shook her head, rising. “There is a spot I’ve been told affords a magnificent view of the sky and the lake below. I’ve always meant to find it, but have never had time until now.” She smiled down at Ford. “You’re more than welcome to join me.”
“Oh! Ah, yeah,” he stammered, flustered by her sudden regard. “Sure, sounds good,” he added, trying to recover.
“Well, have fun,” was all Sheppard said, but the knowing look he gave Ford made his ears burn. If Teyla noticed, she didn’t show it as she smiled serenely and led the lieutenant out the door into the night.
They walked in companionable silence through the streets and beyond, into the lightly forested area around the village. Before long they crested a hill and found themselves overlooking the lake.
The view, as promised, was magnificent. There were no clouds to mar the perfection of the night sky, and the full moon provided enough light to illuminate the pair and the still waters below. They sat down in the soft grass, maintaining their silence, both loathe to break the night’s quiet with conversation.
Beautiful as the scenery might be, Ford’s eyes kept being drawn to his companion. There was a serenity to her, a sort of oneness with the night, that drew him in. He berated himself for staring, but he couldn’t stop glancing at her.
Once, he surprised her looking back at him, but instead of looking away, she smiled and tilted her head.
“You are something of a mystery to me, Lieutenant,” she said quietly.
He raised his eyebrows. “Aidan,” he reminded her. “And how am I a mystery?”
She smiled a little as his rebuke. “Among your people, it is clear you are considered to be young. Yet they give you responsibilities that many grown men would find difficult. And,” she hesitated, then continued slowly, “at times you seem quite older than your years.”
The wind rustled the grass while Ford considered it. Finally he shrugged. “It’s the military,” he explained. “I’ve been trained to do and think things in a certain way.” He shook his head with a wry smile. “Really, though, I’m just a normal guy who’s trying to make sense of a weird situation.” He looked at her, bathed in moonlight and shadow, and before he could stop himself, he said quietly, “You’re the mystery.”
“Hm.” She smiled softly, the expression hinting at a slight pain before she pushed it away. “I am merely an ordinary woman attempting to make sense of an odd situation,” she said, lightly teasing. He smiled appreciatively. She checked the watch she’d been issued and sighed. “We should make our way back.”
He nodded reluctantly and climbed to his feet, offering her a hand up. She did not relinquish it, but stood looking up at him for a long moment. She took a breath as if to say something, then changed her mind. Instead, she kissed him.
His body reacted while his mind was still in shock, leaning into the kiss. A slow fire heated him when she didn’t pull away. His hands found her hips, slid up her back, and she moved closer, her hand sliding up his chest and curling around behind his neck. Her lips parted to him, and she tasted like something green, and Ford decided that green was an okay color for food, after all.