"Come in," Elizabeth called, her words clear despite the muffling effect of the door. Teyla took a deep breath and hit the control crystal. The door slid aside, revealing Elizabeth seated at her desk, working at her computer. She looked up as Teyla entered the room.

"Teyla! How are you feeling? Shouldn't you be resting?"

Teyla smiled slightly. "I am fine, and I have been resting all day. Dr. Beckett released me from the infirmary an hour ago."

"Ah, well good," Elizabeth said, standing up to face her. "I'm glad to hear that. What can I do for you?"

"I was hoping we might talk. About my...illness," Teyla told her.

"Of course." Elizabeth gestured to her bed. "Have a seat."

Teyla sat on the edge and Elizabeth joined her, sitting cross-legged near the foot. Teyla pulled one leg up on the bed and turned toward Elizabeth. As she did so, she caught sight of a large fading bruise on Elizabeth's throat. She licked her lips, her cheeks warming as she remembered the feel of tender skin and hard muscle beneath her teeth, remembered the way Elizabeth had clutched her head and gasped as Teyla had sucked on her throat. Teyla ducked her head, looking away from the evidence.

"I am concerned," she began, "that my behavior may have damaged your opinion of me."

Elizabeth leaned forward, reaching out to touch Teyla's knee. "Don't even think about thinking that," she said, heat in her voice. "It wasn't your fault, and anyway, it would take a lot more than that to make me think badly of you."

Elizabeth held her eyes for a long moment, and finally Teyla nodded.

"Thank you," she said.

"There's nothing to thank me for. Now, how are you doing? I know this can't have been easy for you."

Teyla sighed. "It has not, but for the most part I am well." She glanced down at her hands, then peered back up at Elizabeth, hoping that they could share womanly things with each other. "Mostly, I am still aching with arousal."

Elizabeth blushed, but she smiled back at Teyla. "Ah. Yes, I guess that would be a problem."

They sat in uncomfortable silence for a few moments, then Elizabeth shifted on the bed, drawing her legs up and wrapping her arms around them. "Can I ask you something personal? Not as a leader, but as a friend? You don't have to answer if you don't want."

Teyla arched an eyebrow, surprised by Elizabeth's tentative manner. "You may."

Elizabeth rested her chin on her hands, her face flushing again. "I'm not even sure how to ask this. On Earth, or I should say in the US, in my country, it's such a complicated issue. I've been curious, I suppose, but never enough to act upon it. But I gather it's not that way for you."

Teyla frowned. "I am sorry, I do not understand what you are asking."

Elizabeth pressed her face into her knees. Teyla put a hand on her shoulder, feeling it tremble, but when Elizabeth raised her head she was laughing quietly.

"I'm sorry," she said. "You'd think I'd never had a difficult discussion before, wouldn't you? What I was trying to so eloquently ask was if you'd ever been with a woman before?"

"Do you mean in a romantic relationship?" she asked, then shook her head when Elizabeth nodded. "No, I have not had that luxury."

Elizabeth looked embarrassed again, and slightly disappointed. Understanding dawned, and Teyla smiled reassuringly.

"But if you are asking if I have ever been sexually intimate with a woman, the answer is yes."

"Oh! Yes, I suppose that is what I was asking," Elizabeth said. "Do you enjoy it?"

Teyla nodded. "Very much. It is different than with a man, but not in the ways that matter. Are you asking because of what I did to you?"

She could see Elizabeth swallow, saw her green eyes flick nervously to the side before they refocused on her own with determination.

"Yes," Elizabeth said. "I liked it a lot."

Teyla realized she had started breathing shallowly, nearly holding her breath, so she forced herself to relax. She pulled her other leg up onto the bed, pressing in closer to Elizabeth as she did so. "I liked it as well," she admitted.

Elizabeth dropped her gaze to where their legs were bare inches apart. She reached out and deliberately stroked Teyla's knee. "I really liked it," she said breathily.

Teyla rested her hand next to Elizabeth's, ghosting her thumb over soft skin. Just that simple touch was enough to send a shivering thrill up the back of her neck. "Would you like to experience more?"

Elizabeth slid her legs to the side, kneeling up to caress Teyla's face. Teyla leaned forward, meeting Elizabeth's soft, hesitant kiss. She let Elizabeth have control, let her explore until she pulled back with a small delighted smile. "Oh, yes," she said huskily. Then her smile changed to a devilish grin that made Teyla's stomach curl with anticipation. "But try not to give me anymore hickeys."

Teyla laid back on the bed, drawing Elizabeth down with her. "I will try," she said, but she did not promise. The mark on Elizabeth's neck kept drawing her eyes, a crushed-berry bruise on snow white skin. Teyla had to taste it again.

Elizabeth made a breathy little whimper as Teyla mouthed her neck, barely grazing her teeth across the delicate skin, flicking her tongue teasingly. Elizabeth squirmed against her. Teyla pulled her closer, skimming her hand across Elizabeth's waist before slowly moving up to cup her breast.

"Oh, that is very nice," Elizabeth said, then slid her hands up to Teyla's breasts, touching them gently. Teyla shivered again and found Elizabeth's nipple, rubbing circles over it until Elizabeth arched into her hand.

"It is nicer skin to skin," she whispered.

"Mmm," Elizabeth agreed, "let's do that, then."

Teyla pushed Elizabeth's shirt upwards, and Elizabeth drew it over her head. She was wearing a scarlet brassiere, a soft shiny satin that was a slightly brighter red than her uniform shirt. Teyla kissed along the edge of the cloth, then sucked on Elizabeth's nipple.

"Oh!"

Teyla licked one more time and then pulled back to remove her own shirt. Elizabeth reached behind herself, and then naked breasts pressed into naked breasts. Teyla turned onto her side, pulling Elizabeth with her. Elizabeth's hands explored Teyla's skin as they kissed, tentatively at first, then with greater sureness. Teyla grabbed Elizabeth's ass, then moaned as Elizabeth began playing with her nipple.

"You like that," Elizabeth said, not quite a question, but not quite a statement either. Teyla nodded, nipping once more at Elizabeth's lips before pulling away.

"Yes," she hissed, wrapping her leg around Elizabeth's thigh and thrusting against it. "Do you?"

Elizabeth nodded. "You feel good. Would you..." she trailed off, blushing. Teyla waited as she regained her composure. "Would you like to do more?" she asked huskily, pressing her thigh into Teyla's groin as she rolled her hips forward.

Teyla rolled Elizabeth onto her back and straddled her. "I am going to make you feel so very good," she promised. She inched downwards, mouthing the soft skin of Elizabeth's belly until she got to the rough waistband of her uniform pants. Elizabeth's hands were in her hair, stroking and encouraging as Teyla unbuttoned and unzipped. She scooted backwards, drawing down Elizabeth's pants and underpants, revealing dark hair and more pale skin. Teyla dropped Elizabeth's clothing off the bed and finished undressing herself, then climbed between Elizabeth's legs.

She bent forward, the cool air soothing on her bare skin, and started kissing Elizabeth's thighs gently. She could hear Elizabeth panting, and her own breath sped up as Elizabeth spread her legs wider, showing off her red, wet cunt. Elizabeth smelled so good, like dark ginger honey and sex.

Teyla could feel the tension under Elizabeth's skin, her muscles tensing and relaxing again with impatience and need. She mouthed the soft flesh on the very inside of Elizabeth's thigh--and started sucking. Elizabeth half-groaned, half-giggled, and tried to pull away, but Teyla held her in place. A large purple oval stood out in stark contrast to the rest of her skin after Teyla broke the suction. She smiled and kissed the mark.

"Teyla," Elizabeth chided.

"No one will see," she murmured. Before Elizabeth could protest again, Teyla spread her open and licked. Elizabeth gasped and clamped her legs around Teyla. Teyla pushed against her thigh, and Elizabeth relaxed enough to let Teyla continue.

She delved deep with her tongue, pushing against the small thrusts of Elizabeth's hips, Elizabeth's taste and smell surrounding her. Elizabeth started making whining, begging whimpers, and so Teyla moved upwards to flick at Elizabeth's clit while she worked a finger into Elizabeth. She pumped a few times, then pulled out, hot and slippery, and slid her finger backwards, circling Elizabeth's asshole.

"Oh, God," Elizabeth cried, her whole body tense and urgent beneath Teyla's touch.

Teyla sped up her tongue strokes and pushed her finger inward, and Elizabeth spasmed upwards as she groaned loud enough to wake the Ancestors. Teyla kept going but gentled her strokes, waiting until Elizabeth relaxed back on the bed, panting heavily, to pull away.

"Oh my God," Elizabeth said, her voice scratchy and deep from her orgasm.

Teyla wiped her face and sat back on her heels. She reached between her legs, desperately needing to come. Elizabeth was so gorgeous sprawled on the bed, the very definition of sex laid before her, disheveled and flushed and wanton.

"Let me do that," Elizabeth said. Teyla let herself be pulled down to the bed. Elizabeth scooted to the side, then her fingers pushed Teyla's aside, pressing and circling in just the right spot.

"Like this?" Elizabeth whispered.

Teyla nodded, words taking too much effort to form. She guided Elizabeth's finger, showing her how to press just right, then let go. Elizabeth wound her higher until she came, and kept coming, throbbing over and over against Elizabeth's hand.

The tension eased, leaving her limp and finally relaxed. She opened her eyes and found Elizabeth watching her with wide eyes. Teyla grinned slowly, sleepily pleased.

Elizabeth smiled back. "Wow," she said, laughing a little. "Yeah, that was good."

She pulled Elizabeth closer for a warm kiss. "Mmm," Teyla agreed, "and we're not even finished yet."

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