Title: Magic Word
Author: Ky (Venom_69)Fandom:
Category: Romance, Angst, Smut
Mature People. (Really
Summary: Set after the Athosians leave for the mainland but before Ford goes
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own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them. Song’s not mine either. That would be Martika,
Author’s notes: Written for my wonderful valeria_sg_1
*Snogs* Hope you like it babes.
Copyright © to Venom, 2006
I did extend the invitation
I never knew how long you’d stay
When you hear temptation call
heart that takes
Takes a fall
Wont you come out and play with me?
“Major Sheppard has decided to go to the mainland.”
Elizabeth smiled. “Surfing?”
He said that he has an inflatable Donald Duck pool toy that he believes some of the children will enjoy.”
think the reference might be lost on them.”
“As it is on me.”
Elizabeth looked up from the
papers in front of her and smiled gently at the other woman. “I never considered how hard it must be for you.”
live among humans?”
“Yes.” Elizabeth nodded, picked up her stapler and stapled the seven pages of
Kavanaugh’s complaints together before dropping them in her out tray. That man needs a life.
is not difficult. Major Sheppard is most gracious in explaining most things to me. He says all I have to do is say the magic
“Magic word?” Elizabeth repeated, eyebrow raised.
“Please.” Teyla grinned.
“Of course.” She laughs. John Sheppard was very much like a young boy in many ways. Though teaching manners
was, perhaps, the lesser of many evils he could have chosen to impart on their new friends. “Are you going to go surfing?”
I thought I might get some exercise.”
Teyla raised an eyebrow. “One
needs a partner for such an activity.”
“Would you be interested in training
with me, Doctor Weir? It has been several weeks since you did.”
It’s been several weeks since Elizabeth
could move her left elbow without a twinge, as she recalls. “Actually, I will, if you don’t mind.”
bows slightly, a pleased smile on her lips. “I will go and change.”
Elizabeth nods. Shutting down the music
player open, she pulls the Dido CD from her laptop and replaces it in the case, before beginning the process of shutting down
the computer itself. “I will as well. Meet you there in 15 minutes?”
“As you wish.”
she rotates her shoulders, warming up, Elizabeth finds herself a little nervous.
She and Teyla have had several training
sessions together over the previous months, but the other woman is far more skilled than she and she still has a partial bruise
on her elbow that is a testament to her talent. While she has no doubt that the Athosian leader wont hurt her, it is clear
that using the fight sticks is something akin to playing with fire.
Teyla is a few feet from her, also warming up,
stretching her neck. She spreads her legs and slides down. Elizabeth can’t do the splits and she can’t tear her
eyes off the woman on the floor.
Her skirt spreads outwards and her legs come through. Her stomach is taut, muscled
but flat. Teyla noticed her gaze and looks up at her, smiling.
“Are you ready, Doctor?”
me Elizabeth.” She rotates her arms once more and picks up her sticks. “And yes.”
They begin with
a routine that they developed. It’s more of a dance than a fight, but it gives Elizabeth a chance to feel more comfortable
as she twirls the sticks through her fingers, watching as Teyla does the same.
Moving to the centre of the mat, they
Remembering from previous experience, Elizabeth is ready for the strike that Teyla delivers as she rises from
her bow and blocks it easily.
“You remembered well.” There is pride in her voice.
and offers a blow of her own, not missing a beat, though it is also easily blocked. Their sticks make a loud sound as they
collide. “I had a good teacher.”
“I am honoured that you think so.”
true.” She replies as she blocks another strike.
“Would you like to learn something new?”
As per their other lessons, Teyla stands back and demonstrates the move with an invisible opponent,
counting through the steps as she does so. Her grace, the dexterity as she moves is palpable and Elizabeth is envious and
“Would you like to try it?”
“As the dominator or the
submissive?” She won’t think about the double meaning there.
Either Teyla misses it or chooses not to comment.
Elizabeth suspects the latter. “The dominator.”
She nods. “OK.”
raises her right arm, offering a blow above Teyla’s head. The other woman takes it and their sticks collide as she blocks,
while the other hovers mid-air, ready to defend.
Teyla counts, “One.”
Moving her left arm, while
keeping her right stick locked with Teyla’s, Elizabeth spins around her body and slips behind her, their bodies pressed
together. She counts, “Two.”
In a counter-move, Teyla raises her right hand back to try and clock Elizabeth
on the head. She blocks it easily, her right arm sliding around Teyla’s as she bends her wrist to stop the progression
of the stick.
Teyla Counts, “Three.”
The move ends with Elizabeth behind Teyla, their arms locked
together so that neither can really make an aggressive move and their bodies pressed close.
count; the heat against her front is too strong for her to breathe properly.
Teyla says, “Checkmate.”
holds the position for just a little too long and when Elizabeth steps back, just a little, her body cools immediately. “Major
Sheppard taught you to play chess?”
“No,” Teyla replies, turning around to face her. “But the
word fits, does it not?”
“Would you like to learn to defend from the submissive
Teyla pressed against her back? Oh God… no.
arms are stretched above her head, held firmly by Teyla’s own arms. She felt much better when their positions had been
“You can, Elizabeth.”
Her breath is hot against the skin of Elizabeth’s neck. “I have shown you how.”
performs the counter manoeuvre to perfection and she ends up facing her ‘opponent’, their arms linked through
each other and their bodies touching. Hip to hip, stomach to stomach, breast to breast.
They’re too close.
not enough space between them.
Elizabeth can’t do this.
Teyla is proud
again. “Well done.”
Elizabeth isn’t sure, but she thinks that she makes the first move.
doesn’t have to lean far until their lips are together. Teyla’s mouth is soft under hers and her tongue is warm.
Their arms are still locked in battle as they explore each other’s mouths. She thinks she can taste honey, hidden in
When they pull back, Elizabeth’s eyes stay closed for a few beats. She savours the taste of the
other woman in her mouth before her brain kicked itself into gear. Almost automatically, her arms pull away and her eyes open
in horror. What did I just do? “I’m sorry!”
“Do not be sorry.”
never… I mean, I haven’t…”
Teyla almost sounds sad. “Did you not like it?”
I…” I did. That’s the problem. “Teyla.”
I am a straight
woman. I like men. I have a wonderfully loving boyfriend on Earth. Penises make me happy. I’ve had exactly one lesbian
experience in my life and that was in Collage so it doesn’t count because everybody experiments. I like men, damnit.
“Teyla…” …I want you.
Her mouth opens and closes a few times. She wants to say that
it had been a mistake, that she couldn’t, wouldn’t, allow anything like this to happen again and it definitely
couldn’t go any further. She was going to say it, going to apologize to the other woman for misleading her or hurting
her in any way. She opens her mouth and closes it again.
She just needed a moment and she’ll do it.
“Elizabeth.” Teyla steps forward, bringing their bodies into contact again. “I want
They leave the gym.
Teyla takes her hand - does anyone see? Does she care if they
do? - and leads Elizabeth to her room. They walk in silence; there is not much to be said.
What am I doing?
She thinks. Elizabeth’s brain is still trying to convince her that she is straight, despite the wetness between her
legs and the warm hand that grasps her own.
If she lets it, her mind will have a field day convincing her that the
wetness is just pent up frustration, the fluttering in her belly is merely hunger pains and the tightness in her nipples is
from the cold air. If she just let’s her mind win out over her heart, she will not do this. She will go back to her
office and read some reports.
She doesn’t let it, she continues walking.
It isn’t until they’re
sitting on Teyla’s bed, sans shirts, that Elizabeth finds the voice to speak. “I’m nervous.”
should not be.”
Teyla reaches out and caresses her cheek gently. “We do not
have to do anything.”
“Actually,” Elizabeth counters, leaning in to the touch, her breath quickening.
“I think we do.”
“What’s the magic word?”
Her voice is smug.
I just said it! “Please!”
Teyla stops. “Wrong answer.”
damn it, she stops.
“It’s the magic word.” Elizabeth defends weakly, a tiny sob forming in
the back of her throat.
"Not now, it isn’t.” Teyla pauses to saver the sound that comes from her lover’s
throat. “There's a magic word for everything… you know this, Elizabeth."
wants to hear her name.
Teyla knows that Elizabeth has a lover on Earth, a man. She also suspects that their leader
is attracted to John Sheppard.
They’ve only known each other a few months, but in that time, Teyla has found
herself with a permanent knot in her stomach whenever Elizabeth is nearby. A tiny flutter that floats through her body whenever
the tactile woman touches her.
She needs to hear her name.
Needs to know that Elizabeth isn’t
going to close her eyes and pretend that she is someone else. She will not pretend with this woman. She can’t.
“Your God will not save you.”
Her tongue dips down and then
trails upwards. “Good answer.”