FIC: "Trust," Weir/Teyla, NC17
Title: Trust
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Weir/Teyla
Word Count: 2,127
Category: PWP, first time
Spoilers: Rising
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: The third and last of my contributions to this community. :D
Assigned Kink: Modification of one character's appearance (scars, tattoos, makeup, or dressing differently than usual; uniform kink, formal wear, forced to wear sexy clothes by aliens, etc.)
Summary:
Elizabeth looked over her shoulder and tugged her jacket more tightly closed. It wasn't necessarily cold, not with the fire sputtering between life and death a few feet away, but she couldn't get over the sheer solitude of their campsite. Teyla, to Elizabeth's right, showed no sign of discomfort despite her typically sleeveless and midriff-baring tunic.
Teyla was another reason for Elizabeth's discomfort. They were on the mainland, a brief respite from the city. It had been Teyla's idea, a getaway to get to know one another better. If an emergency required either of their attention, Major Sheppard was at the coast training their few gene-blessed pilots in the basics of flying puddle jumpers. A quick call and he'd swing by, pick them up and be back in Atlantis in a heartbeat.
Still, she couldn't help feel the forest closing in all around her. She'd been intrigued by Teyla from the moment Sheppard's team had come through the Gate with the enigmatic alien leader in tow. But she'd long ago declared a moratorium on romantic entanglements while on assignment.
Of course, it didn't help that the Atlantis expedition had no definite end in sight and Teyla kept flashing those dark, indecipherable eyes at her during briefings. Sitting in the middle of a huge, empty, alien forest alone with her didn't help matters at all. "It's so quiet out here," Elizabeth said with a nervous smile.
"Yes," Teyla said. She looked to the trees with a smile of her own, albeit more nostalgic and childlike in its glee. As if sensing Elizabeth's discomfort, she let the smile fade and looked at her. "Do you wish to leave?"
"Oh, no," Elizabeth said. She didn't want to say it out loud but as uncomfortable as she felt, she was thrilled to have the time alone with Teyla. "Don't get me wrong. I like nature as much as the next gal." She leaned back and crossed her feet at the ankles. "I've just gotten spoiled by big city life."
Teyla's smile returned and she lifted the stick resting by her leg. She removed the tip from the fire and inspected the previously-white object on the end of it. "I believe Major Sheppard was attempting to play a particle joke on us..."
Elizabeth laughed. "Practical joke. And no." She took the stick from Teyla and tapped the marshmallow with her fingers. Hot, but not too hot. She plucked the gooey black object from the stick and held it out to Teyla. "Try it. But be careful."
Teyla looked skeptical but bent down and took the marshmallow into her mouth. Her lips brushed over Elizabeth's fingertips and she tried not to jump out of her skin at the slight contact. Teyla straightened and worked the marshmallow around in her mouth. She worked her jaw mightily, smacked her lips and finally swallowed. "It's... I think it is..."
"...probably an acquired taste?" Elizabeth supplied with a raised eyebrow.
Teyla smiled. "Definitely."
Elizabeth laughed and retrieved her own marshmallow from the fire.
"Elizabeth," Teyla said. "I didn't simply ask you here for a... girl's night out as Major Sheppard suggested."
"Oh?" Elizabeth plucked at her marshmallow. It seemed to have been closer to the fire and the exterior was badly charred. She plucked at it to determine if the inside was salvageable. "What's wrong?"
"I wish to perform a ceremony."
That got her attention. "Oh?"
Teyla looked into the fire, her hands cupped around her knees as she watched the flames dancing. "You and I are both leaders on Atlantis. It is Athosian custom, in such circumstances, for both leaders to perform a ceremony of understanding, of... acceptance." She drew her pack closer and opened the top.
"Teyla, I understand and respect your leadership of your people. There's no need for..."
"And I respect yours," she interrupted. "It is merely a formality. One I wish to perform with you."
Elizabeth pressed her lips together and smiled. "Okay. I'm game. What does it entail?"
"First, you must change into this." She withdrew a folded outfit from her pack and handed it to Elizabeth.
"Okay," Elizabeth said. She waited a moment and then arched her eyebrow. "Where, ah..."
"That is the entire outfit."
Elizabeth's eyes widened.
---
She stepped behind a tree to change. She took the time to fold her uniform neatly and left it on the ground next to the tree when she returned to the campfire. The leather top matched Teyla's and left Elizabeth's arms, shoulders and stomach bare to the night. The skirt, a justified loincloth, started high on her right hip and dipped down almost to her left knee. The outfit didn't include shoes, so she carried her boots and walked barefoot back to their camp.
Teyla stood as Elizabeth returned. "You wear it well."
"Thanks," Elizabeth said. She blushed at the compliment and shyly examined herself. "I'm nothing compared to you." Teyla merely bowed her head at the compliment. Elizabeth cleared her throat and tried to ignore the blush she felt rising in her cheeks. "Okay... so what is the next part of this exercise?"
Teyla removed a handful of ribbons from her pack and stood in front of Elizabeth. She pulled one free and draped the rest over her shoulder. "Take this and wrap the end around your right wrist."
Elizabeth did as instructed, fumbling to make a knot with one hand. She turned her hand, trying to grab with her fingertips, trying to pull the knot tight and failing. Finally, she extended her wrist to Teyla. "Could you help me?"
Teyla smiled. "You have passed your first lesson."
"What?"
"In an impossible situation, you requested help." Teyla took the sloppy knot and tightened it. "Is that too tight?"
"No," Elizabeth said softly. She was nearly distracted by the brush of Teyla's fingertips over the sensitive flesh of her wrist.
Teyla held up her right wrist and Elizabeth tied the other end of the ribbon to it. One by one, she pulled a ribbon from her shoulder and they took turns tying knots. When they were done, several Xs marked the space between them. They were tied together from wrist to elbow, with the longest circling their waists.
They stood hip-to-hip, faces inches apart in an undeniably intimate posture. Elizabeth licked her lips and tried to ignore the heat from Teyla's body. "And now?"
In lieu of answering, Teyla knelt. They both went down. Teyla spread her legs and let one of Elizabeth's thighs to slip between hers. When Teyla reached out, Elizabeth's hand went with her. She grasped a wide-rimmed cup and brought it back between them. "This is sacred Athosian ale. Outsiders are permitted to taste, but not to drink. Take a drink, but you must not swallow."
Elizabeth bowed her head to the cup. She nearly had to slurp to get a drink and, just before she asked, Teyla tipped the cup towards her. She took a drink and, as instructed, held it in her mouth. She raised her head and Teyla took a drink. They alternated until the cup was empty and Teyla then tossed it aside.
Teyla swallowed and said, "You may not swallow. The ale is sacred and must not touch the ground."
Elizabeth frowned.
"You must dispose of the liquid, Elizabeth. You may not swallow. You may not spit it out."
Elizabeth's heart was pounding, her skin erupting in gooseflesh. God, Teyla couldn't really be suggesting... this couldn't be part of an actual Athosian ceremony, could it? A bit of the ale slipped from the corners of her mouth and, desperate not to fail, did the only thing she could think of. She gave her mouthful to the nearest Athosian. She pressed her lips to Teyla's and parted her lips. The ale washed into Teyla's mouth, welcomed by a sweep of Teyla's tongue.
When the last drop was gone, Elizabeth tilted her head and kissed Teyla again. Teyla did not stop her, merely parting her lips again and allowing Elizabeth to taste the ale on her tongue. When they finally parted, Elizabeth sucked her bottom lip and quietly asked, "Did I pass?" Elizabeth asked.
"When a burden became too much to bear, you put aside your personal comfort and sought assistance. Yes, Elizabeth. You passed."
"Oh. If that was the purpose, then I didn't pass."
"What do you mean?"
Elizabeth leaned in again. "I mean... I wanted desperately to kiss you, Teyla." They kissed again, this time with nothing between them. Elizabeth pushed Teyla and Teyla pushed back, keeping them balanced standing next to the fire. Elizabeth pressed her thigh higher, pressing harder against the crux of Teyla's trousers.
As the kiss deepened, Elizabeth worked to free her hands from the ribbon. She desperately wanted to touch Teyla, to be touched by her. She moaned into Teyla's mouth and broke the kiss. "Untie me."
"What value of leadership would that prove?" Teyla asked as she lifted one mocking eyebrow.
"Horniness," Elizabeth growled. She bent down and kissed Teyla's cheek, trembling now with desire and anticipation. "Taking orders from another leader. I don't care; just get me free so I can take these clothes off."
Teyla smiled and pulled at the ribbons with her teeth. Together with Elizabeth, she undid each knot and dropped the ribbons to the ground. "I followed your order," Teyla said. "Will you follow mine?"
"Anything you ask," Elizabeth said breathlessly.
"Take off your clothing."
Elizabeth hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her loincloth and pushed it off her hips. She stepped out of the pool and tugged the top over her head. Teyla was focused on Elizabeth's crotch and dropped to her knees. She ran her fingers through the neatly-trimmed pubic hair and said, "How was this done?"
"Shaved. I... It's habit." She reached down and stroked Teyla's hair. "I could show you... if you want."
"I would like that very much." She leaned in and touched her lips to Elizabeth's stomach, kissing the soft skin, trailing her lips over the cool bulge just about the trimmed black arrow. She dipped her tongue into Elizabeth's navel and dragged the backs of both hands up the insides of Elizabeth's thighs.
Elizabeth was trembling, biting her bottom lip as Teyla moved ever-closer to her prize. She adjusted her stance, pushing her feet apart and gently guiding Teyla's head lower. Teyla obediently accepted the order and bowed, tilting her head up and placing a kiss to Elizabeth's wet lips.
Elizabeth groaned and brought her hands to her mouth. She sucked her index finger, circling the tip with her tongue before touching it to one nipple. It was standing out to the night, already erect and ready for warm lips to find it. She thrust her hips against Teyla's mouth and whispered encouragement until she felt the pointed tip of a tongue slip inside of her.
She gasped, her body trembling at the invasion. So many frustrated nights, so many failed attempts at sex... she'd been separated from Simon for three months before leaving for Atlantis. From DC, to Colorado to Antarctica to the Pegasus Galaxy. Farther and farther from home. At least in Colorado Springs she'd been able to reach out and touch herself. It sucked that phone sex with Simon was almost preferable to the real thing, but them's the breaks.
For the first time in too long a time, someone else was coaxing an orgasm from her. Someone else was flicking her clit. Each unexpected brush of her clit sent shockwaves through her. "Teyla," she gasped, bucking her hips forward as she came.
Teyla slowed her tongue, pulling back only when Elizabeth's spasms slowed. She pulled back and gently lowered Elizabeth to the ground. She crawled up the human's prone form, straddling her and pressing her own wet center against Elizabeth's stomach. Elizabeth groaned, feeling Teyla's desire even through her trousers.
They locked eyes as Teyla began to rock back and forth, rubbing herself to a slow orgasm. She bent down and kissed Elizabeth's lips, tightening her thighs around her. She grunted, breaking the kiss and throwing her head back when she came. When she finished, she lay her head down on Elizabeth's naked chest and listened to her heartbeat.
"Teyla," Elizabeth whispered. She brushed her fingertips across strands of hair that feathered her chest. "Teyla."
Teyla turned her head and kissed the spot between Elizabeth's breasts.
"When can I see you naked?" Elizabeth asked. The question was only half a plea.
Teyla took Elizabeth's hand and moved it to her chest. "We have all night," Teyla reminded her.
Elizabeth squeezed Teyla's breast through the thin material of her tunic and smiled. "Yes. We do, don't we?" She tightened her fingers and pulled Teyla down for another slow, lingering kiss.
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Weir/Teyla
Word Count: 2,127
Category: PWP, first time
Spoilers: Rising
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: The third and last of my contributions to this community. :D
Assigned Kink: Modification of one character's appearance (scars, tattoos, makeup, or dressing differently than usual; uniform kink, formal wear, forced to wear sexy clothes by aliens, etc.)
Summary:
Elizabeth looked over her shoulder and tugged her jacket more tightly closed. It wasn't necessarily cold, not with the fire sputtering between life and death a few feet away, but she couldn't get over the sheer solitude of their campsite. Teyla, to Elizabeth's right, showed no sign of discomfort despite her typically sleeveless and midriff-baring tunic.
Teyla was another reason for Elizabeth's discomfort. They were on the mainland, a brief respite from the city. It had been Teyla's idea, a getaway to get to know one another better. If an emergency required either of their attention, Major Sheppard was at the coast training their few gene-blessed pilots in the basics of flying puddle jumpers. A quick call and he'd swing by, pick them up and be back in Atlantis in a heartbeat.
Still, she couldn't help feel the forest closing in all around her. She'd been intrigued by Teyla from the moment Sheppard's team had come through the Gate with the enigmatic alien leader in tow. But she'd long ago declared a moratorium on romantic entanglements while on assignment.
Of course, it didn't help that the Atlantis expedition had no definite end in sight and Teyla kept flashing those dark, indecipherable eyes at her during briefings. Sitting in the middle of a huge, empty, alien forest alone with her didn't help matters at all. "It's so quiet out here," Elizabeth said with a nervous smile.
"Yes," Teyla said. She looked to the trees with a smile of her own, albeit more nostalgic and childlike in its glee. As if sensing Elizabeth's discomfort, she let the smile fade and looked at her. "Do you wish to leave?"
"Oh, no," Elizabeth said. She didn't want to say it out loud but as uncomfortable as she felt, she was thrilled to have the time alone with Teyla. "Don't get me wrong. I like nature as much as the next gal." She leaned back and crossed her feet at the ankles. "I've just gotten spoiled by big city life."
Teyla's smile returned and she lifted the stick resting by her leg. She removed the tip from the fire and inspected the previously-white object on the end of it. "I believe Major Sheppard was attempting to play a particle joke on us..."
Elizabeth laughed. "Practical joke. And no." She took the stick from Teyla and tapped the marshmallow with her fingers. Hot, but not too hot. She plucked the gooey black object from the stick and held it out to Teyla. "Try it. But be careful."
Teyla looked skeptical but bent down and took the marshmallow into her mouth. Her lips brushed over Elizabeth's fingertips and she tried not to jump out of her skin at the slight contact. Teyla straightened and worked the marshmallow around in her mouth. She worked her jaw mightily, smacked her lips and finally swallowed. "It's... I think it is..."
"...probably an acquired taste?" Elizabeth supplied with a raised eyebrow.
Teyla smiled. "Definitely."
Elizabeth laughed and retrieved her own marshmallow from the fire.
"Elizabeth," Teyla said. "I didn't simply ask you here for a... girl's night out as Major Sheppard suggested."
"Oh?" Elizabeth plucked at her marshmallow. It seemed to have been closer to the fire and the exterior was badly charred. She plucked at it to determine if the inside was salvageable. "What's wrong?"
"I wish to perform a ceremony."
That got her attention. "Oh?"
Teyla looked into the fire, her hands cupped around her knees as she watched the flames dancing. "You and I are both leaders on Atlantis. It is Athosian custom, in such circumstances, for both leaders to perform a ceremony of understanding, of... acceptance." She drew her pack closer and opened the top.
"Teyla, I understand and respect your leadership of your people. There's no need for..."
"And I respect yours," she interrupted. "It is merely a formality. One I wish to perform with you."
Elizabeth pressed her lips together and smiled. "Okay. I'm game. What does it entail?"
"First, you must change into this." She withdrew a folded outfit from her pack and handed it to Elizabeth.
"Okay," Elizabeth said. She waited a moment and then arched her eyebrow. "Where, ah..."
"That is the entire outfit."
Elizabeth's eyes widened.
---
She stepped behind a tree to change. She took the time to fold her uniform neatly and left it on the ground next to the tree when she returned to the campfire. The leather top matched Teyla's and left Elizabeth's arms, shoulders and stomach bare to the night. The skirt, a justified loincloth, started high on her right hip and dipped down almost to her left knee. The outfit didn't include shoes, so she carried her boots and walked barefoot back to their camp.
Teyla stood as Elizabeth returned. "You wear it well."
"Thanks," Elizabeth said. She blushed at the compliment and shyly examined herself. "I'm nothing compared to you." Teyla merely bowed her head at the compliment. Elizabeth cleared her throat and tried to ignore the blush she felt rising in her cheeks. "Okay... so what is the next part of this exercise?"
Teyla removed a handful of ribbons from her pack and stood in front of Elizabeth. She pulled one free and draped the rest over her shoulder. "Take this and wrap the end around your right wrist."
Elizabeth did as instructed, fumbling to make a knot with one hand. She turned her hand, trying to grab with her fingertips, trying to pull the knot tight and failing. Finally, she extended her wrist to Teyla. "Could you help me?"
Teyla smiled. "You have passed your first lesson."
"What?"
"In an impossible situation, you requested help." Teyla took the sloppy knot and tightened it. "Is that too tight?"
"No," Elizabeth said softly. She was nearly distracted by the brush of Teyla's fingertips over the sensitive flesh of her wrist.
Teyla held up her right wrist and Elizabeth tied the other end of the ribbon to it. One by one, she pulled a ribbon from her shoulder and they took turns tying knots. When they were done, several Xs marked the space between them. They were tied together from wrist to elbow, with the longest circling their waists.
They stood hip-to-hip, faces inches apart in an undeniably intimate posture. Elizabeth licked her lips and tried to ignore the heat from Teyla's body. "And now?"
In lieu of answering, Teyla knelt. They both went down. Teyla spread her legs and let one of Elizabeth's thighs to slip between hers. When Teyla reached out, Elizabeth's hand went with her. She grasped a wide-rimmed cup and brought it back between them. "This is sacred Athosian ale. Outsiders are permitted to taste, but not to drink. Take a drink, but you must not swallow."
Elizabeth bowed her head to the cup. She nearly had to slurp to get a drink and, just before she asked, Teyla tipped the cup towards her. She took a drink and, as instructed, held it in her mouth. She raised her head and Teyla took a drink. They alternated until the cup was empty and Teyla then tossed it aside.
Teyla swallowed and said, "You may not swallow. The ale is sacred and must not touch the ground."
Elizabeth frowned.
"You must dispose of the liquid, Elizabeth. You may not swallow. You may not spit it out."
Elizabeth's heart was pounding, her skin erupting in gooseflesh. God, Teyla couldn't really be suggesting... this couldn't be part of an actual Athosian ceremony, could it? A bit of the ale slipped from the corners of her mouth and, desperate not to fail, did the only thing she could think of. She gave her mouthful to the nearest Athosian. She pressed her lips to Teyla's and parted her lips. The ale washed into Teyla's mouth, welcomed by a sweep of Teyla's tongue.
When the last drop was gone, Elizabeth tilted her head and kissed Teyla again. Teyla did not stop her, merely parting her lips again and allowing Elizabeth to taste the ale on her tongue. When they finally parted, Elizabeth sucked her bottom lip and quietly asked, "Did I pass?" Elizabeth asked.
"When a burden became too much to bear, you put aside your personal comfort and sought assistance. Yes, Elizabeth. You passed."
"Oh. If that was the purpose, then I didn't pass."
"What do you mean?"
Elizabeth leaned in again. "I mean... I wanted desperately to kiss you, Teyla." They kissed again, this time with nothing between them. Elizabeth pushed Teyla and Teyla pushed back, keeping them balanced standing next to the fire. Elizabeth pressed her thigh higher, pressing harder against the crux of Teyla's trousers.
As the kiss deepened, Elizabeth worked to free her hands from the ribbon. She desperately wanted to touch Teyla, to be touched by her. She moaned into Teyla's mouth and broke the kiss. "Untie me."
"What value of leadership would that prove?" Teyla asked as she lifted one mocking eyebrow.
"Horniness," Elizabeth growled. She bent down and kissed Teyla's cheek, trembling now with desire and anticipation. "Taking orders from another leader. I don't care; just get me free so I can take these clothes off."
Teyla smiled and pulled at the ribbons with her teeth. Together with Elizabeth, she undid each knot and dropped the ribbons to the ground. "I followed your order," Teyla said. "Will you follow mine?"
"Anything you ask," Elizabeth said breathlessly.
"Take off your clothing."
Elizabeth hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her loincloth and pushed it off her hips. She stepped out of the pool and tugged the top over her head. Teyla was focused on Elizabeth's crotch and dropped to her knees. She ran her fingers through the neatly-trimmed pubic hair and said, "How was this done?"
"Shaved. I... It's habit." She reached down and stroked Teyla's hair. "I could show you... if you want."
"I would like that very much." She leaned in and touched her lips to Elizabeth's stomach, kissing the soft skin, trailing her lips over the cool bulge just about the trimmed black arrow. She dipped her tongue into Elizabeth's navel and dragged the backs of both hands up the insides of Elizabeth's thighs.
Elizabeth was trembling, biting her bottom lip as Teyla moved ever-closer to her prize. She adjusted her stance, pushing her feet apart and gently guiding Teyla's head lower. Teyla obediently accepted the order and bowed, tilting her head up and placing a kiss to Elizabeth's wet lips.
Elizabeth groaned and brought her hands to her mouth. She sucked her index finger, circling the tip with her tongue before touching it to one nipple. It was standing out to the night, already erect and ready for warm lips to find it. She thrust her hips against Teyla's mouth and whispered encouragement until she felt the pointed tip of a tongue slip inside of her.
She gasped, her body trembling at the invasion. So many frustrated nights, so many failed attempts at sex... she'd been separated from Simon for three months before leaving for Atlantis. From DC, to Colorado to Antarctica to the Pegasus Galaxy. Farther and farther from home. At least in Colorado Springs she'd been able to reach out and touch herself. It sucked that phone sex with Simon was almost preferable to the real thing, but them's the breaks.
For the first time in too long a time, someone else was coaxing an orgasm from her. Someone else was flicking her clit. Each unexpected brush of her clit sent shockwaves through her. "Teyla," she gasped, bucking her hips forward as she came.
Teyla slowed her tongue, pulling back only when Elizabeth's spasms slowed. She pulled back and gently lowered Elizabeth to the ground. She crawled up the human's prone form, straddling her and pressing her own wet center against Elizabeth's stomach. Elizabeth groaned, feeling Teyla's desire even through her trousers.
They locked eyes as Teyla began to rock back and forth, rubbing herself to a slow orgasm. She bent down and kissed Elizabeth's lips, tightening her thighs around her. She grunted, breaking the kiss and throwing her head back when she came. When she finished, she lay her head down on Elizabeth's naked chest and listened to her heartbeat.
"Teyla," Elizabeth whispered. She brushed her fingertips across strands of hair that feathered her chest. "Teyla."
Teyla turned her head and kissed the spot between Elizabeth's breasts.
"When can I see you naked?" Elizabeth asked. The question was only half a plea.
Teyla took Elizabeth's hand and moved it to her chest. "We have all night," Teyla reminded her.
Elizabeth squeezed Teyla's breast through the thin material of her tunic and smiled. "Yes. We do, don't we?" She tightened her fingers and pulled Teyla down for another slow, lingering kiss.