Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Teyla Emmagen, commitment
TITLE: Unasked, Granted
AUTHOR: tielan
THEME: Commitment
RATING: PG-13
NOTES: A direct sequel to ' Asked, Ungranted' - the flip side of the coin.
Unasked, Granted
Lately, it's harder to be gentle.
John never thought of himself as a harsh man, but it hurts to know he means less to her than she does to him, and he eases that pain with her body. Not viciously or brutally because he doesn't want that any more than she does. Just a little rougher, a little needier, a little more aggressive as he thrusts into her, as he drags her down, before she slips from the bed, leaving him alone and used in the sheets.
He never asked why she couldn't stay. He doesn't think he wants to know the answer. And he's afraid of losing even what little he has, so he doesn't ask again.
Halling asked, the next time John saw him. John didn't answer and Halling never asked again.
Tonight, though, Teyla came to his rooms after a long, difficult day and John was gentle.
In return, she fell asleep in his arms.
In the darkness, her curves lie warm against his body and John watches her with a hunger he can't assauge. He'd like to slide his fingers into the hollows of her throat and cheeks, to bury his face in the crook of her neck, but she'd only wake and go back to her own room.
So he keeps his hands and his thoughts - and the question he still wants to ask - to himself, and hates this cycle of being loved and left.
John falls asleep to the sound of the sea, with his hand resting on her hip.
He wakes to the morning light, with her cheek against his shoulder and her eyes watching him with something close to wariness as his mind makes sense of her presence.
"You stayed the night." The statement is no sooner made than he wants to take it back.
She colours, a dusky pink tide washing over her face and shoulders, tinting her breasts. "I... John. Did you know? When you asked me to stay, before, did you know?"
His voice is tight as he asks, "Would it have made a difference?" John wishes he could be less bitter about it; he can't.
Teyla hesitates. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" Incredulous and angry, John flings back the covers and slides out of bed, snatching for the discarded BDU pants on the floor. He hauls them on, then turns to stare at her, still sitting in the bed all rumpled and sexy - and looking pensive. "What?"
Nobody ever called Teyla a coward. Reserved, courteous, alien, and traitor - but not a coward. "If you had asked last night, I would have said yes."
When he says nothing, she looks away. Her skin's still flushed as she slips from the bed to pick up her clothes.
John stops her before she can do more than reach for the first item. After the first initial surprise, her lips soften beneath his, and he walks her backwards to the bed until he has her trapped between his hips and the mattress.
He doesn't ask, but her answer is still quite clearly 'yes'.
That's all that matters.
- fin -
AUTHOR: tielan
THEME: Commitment
RATING: PG-13
NOTES: A direct sequel to ' Asked, Ungranted' - the flip side of the coin.
Unasked, Granted
Lately, it's harder to be gentle.
John never thought of himself as a harsh man, but it hurts to know he means less to her than she does to him, and he eases that pain with her body. Not viciously or brutally because he doesn't want that any more than she does. Just a little rougher, a little needier, a little more aggressive as he thrusts into her, as he drags her down, before she slips from the bed, leaving him alone and used in the sheets.
He never asked why she couldn't stay. He doesn't think he wants to know the answer. And he's afraid of losing even what little he has, so he doesn't ask again.
Halling asked, the next time John saw him. John didn't answer and Halling never asked again.
Tonight, though, Teyla came to his rooms after a long, difficult day and John was gentle.
In return, she fell asleep in his arms.
In the darkness, her curves lie warm against his body and John watches her with a hunger he can't assauge. He'd like to slide his fingers into the hollows of her throat and cheeks, to bury his face in the crook of her neck, but she'd only wake and go back to her own room.
So he keeps his hands and his thoughts - and the question he still wants to ask - to himself, and hates this cycle of being loved and left.
John falls asleep to the sound of the sea, with his hand resting on her hip.
He wakes to the morning light, with her cheek against his shoulder and her eyes watching him with something close to wariness as his mind makes sense of her presence.
"You stayed the night." The statement is no sooner made than he wants to take it back.
She colours, a dusky pink tide washing over her face and shoulders, tinting her breasts. "I... John. Did you know? When you asked me to stay, before, did you know?"
His voice is tight as he asks, "Would it have made a difference?" John wishes he could be less bitter about it; he can't.
Teyla hesitates. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" Incredulous and angry, John flings back the covers and slides out of bed, snatching for the discarded BDU pants on the floor. He hauls them on, then turns to stare at her, still sitting in the bed all rumpled and sexy - and looking pensive. "What?"
Nobody ever called Teyla a coward. Reserved, courteous, alien, and traitor - but not a coward. "If you had asked last night, I would have said yes."
When he says nothing, she looks away. Her skin's still flushed as she slips from the bed to pick up her clothes.
John stops her before she can do more than reach for the first item. After the first initial surprise, her lips soften beneath his, and he walks her backwards to the bed until he has her trapped between his hips and the mattress.
He doesn't ask, but her answer is still quite clearly 'yes'.
That's all that matters.
- fin -