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Gah.
Unfinished, but. Nos' fault. Damn her.
Lizzie/Telya...
I understand you.
The words had stopped her cold, leaving her hanging on to the balcony railing while Teyla moved closer.
"How?"
That word had made the other woman laugh. There had been something oddly endearing about the mockery. As if they both were making mistakes here.
"We are alike."
Are they? She doesn't want to think that.
But Elizabeth also doesn't want to think about other things. Getting back to Earth is no longer her main goal. She likes it out here, likes the danger and the uncertainty, and the chance that she might die.
It gives life an edge it didn't have before.
Later, they will be tangled, limbs and bodies. Fingers still slick with sweat, mouths still full of the taste of each other. And she will wonder again.
"This is all right, is it not?" Her tone will be light.
Elizabeth will pull her mind back from the afterglow and half-smile. "Would you still be here if it weren't?"
The smile on Teyla's lips will be serene yet evil. "Possibly."
"Ah. Then it is." There isn't any way to relieve this sort of thing with the men on the base. If nothing else, it could undermine her and add rumours of favoritism. And sometimes, she still gets a slight flash of guilt when fingering herself.
As if there should be someone participating.
But right now, she hasn't turned and caught the other woman's head between her hands. Hasn't leaned in and kissed and licked and bitten until they're both ragged from being out of breath.
"Dr. Weir?"
"Call me Elizabeth."
Now she's turned, swiftly, startling the other woman.
They stare at each other for a moment, Elizabeth marvelling at the difference in height before she reaches out at the same time Teyla reciprocates.
And then lips and tongues and teeth and she's remembering what it's like to have someone else to kiss.
"This--" Teyla gives a slight gasp as Elizabeth's lips slide down her throat. "We--"
"Let's go to my quarters."
Acceptance.
She wakes up with her mouth tasting of dead animal and other things. A hand is splayed across her back and she turns slightly to find Teyla curled into a ball next to her. The light from the window catches in the pink-bronze hair, shimmering at her. Tempting. Her fingers thread into it without conscious decision.
"Good morning, Elizabeth." Knowing tawny eyes meet hers.
"Come here."
Lizzie/Telya...
I understand you.
The words had stopped her cold, leaving her hanging on to the balcony railing while Teyla moved closer.
"How?"
That word had made the other woman laugh. There had been something oddly endearing about the mockery. As if they both were making mistakes here.
"We are alike."
Are they? She doesn't want to think that.
But Elizabeth also doesn't want to think about other things. Getting back to Earth is no longer her main goal. She likes it out here, likes the danger and the uncertainty, and the chance that she might die.
It gives life an edge it didn't have before.
Later, they will be tangled, limbs and bodies. Fingers still slick with sweat, mouths still full of the taste of each other. And she will wonder again.
"This is all right, is it not?" Her tone will be light.
Elizabeth will pull her mind back from the afterglow and half-smile. "Would you still be here if it weren't?"
The smile on Teyla's lips will be serene yet evil. "Possibly."
"Ah. Then it is." There isn't any way to relieve this sort of thing with the men on the base. If nothing else, it could undermine her and add rumours of favoritism. And sometimes, she still gets a slight flash of guilt when fingering herself.
As if there should be someone participating.
But right now, she hasn't turned and caught the other woman's head between her hands. Hasn't leaned in and kissed and licked and bitten until they're both ragged from being out of breath.
"Dr. Weir?"
"Call me Elizabeth."
Now she's turned, swiftly, startling the other woman.
They stare at each other for a moment, Elizabeth marvelling at the difference in height before she reaches out at the same time Teyla reciprocates.
And then lips and tongues and teeth and she's remembering what it's like to have someone else to kiss.
"This--" Teyla gives a slight gasp as Elizabeth's lips slide down her throat. "We--"
"Let's go to my quarters."
Acceptance.
She wakes up with her mouth tasting of dead animal and other things. A hand is splayed across her back and she turns slightly to find Teyla curled into a ball next to her. The light from the window catches in the pink-bronze hair, shimmering at her. Tempting. Her fingers thread into it without conscious decision.
"Good morning, Elizabeth." Knowing tawny eyes meet hers.
"Come here."
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...*and cookies*
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Must point this out to
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And. Heh. Teyla grows on you like mold.
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I'm still contemplating being Horribly Mean And Evil and hooking him into FK for Nat/Janette. It's at least kinder than introducing shippers, even if we do warn them about the Shipwreck To End All Shipwrecks...
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*bowsmirk*
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whee!
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