Teyla was turning away when the door finally opened. She looked back to see Rodney blinking at her as if he had just woken.

"Teyla?"

"I am sorry," she said quickly, already regretting her whim to visit so late. "I did not mean to wake you."

"No, no," he said, waving his hand back and forth. "It's fine. It's not like people aren't waking me up all the time, needing me to hold their hands while they add and subtract." He yawned, then looked alarmed. "Wait. Is there an emergency? Are the Wraith back?"

She shook her head. "No, nothing like that. I simply wanted to talk to you, but I will come back some other time."

He slumped in relief, then stepped back into his room. "No, I'm awake now. You might as well come in."

Rodney's room was surprising neat, only the jacket strewn across the floor marring its cleanliness. Several framed papers and pictures of Rodney were on the wall above his desk, including one of him and a small furry animal. Teyla smiled when she saw it.

"Are you all right? All recovered and everything?" He sounded nervous.

Teyla sighed and turned to face him. "Dr. Beckett said I was safe to be around," she told him.

"I didn't mean--"

"I know," she said, cutting him off before he could become more flustered. "I came here to see if you were all right. I was not overly careful when I took you down on Innania."

"Oh." Rodney opened his mouth and closed it again, then bobbled his hand near the back of his head. "Well, there was a little bruising, but, uh, no sign of internal bleeding, obviously, since I'd be dead by now if there were," he said with a smile. "So no, no problems."

Teyla couldn't help smiling back at him, realizing how much she had become accustomed to his unusual outlook. "I am glad," she said, truly relieved. "And I want you to know that I regret what happened very much."

Rodney's face fell, which was the opposite of what she had intended. "Oh, of course," he said. "I mean, it was all just one more crazy away mission, no reason to think I'd developed super hot babe magnet powers all of a sudden."

Teyla flushed as she worked out his meaning. "No, I think you misunderstood. I meant that I am sorry I betrayed your trust, and that I will endeavor to keep you safe in the future to the best of my abilities."

"Oh," Rodney said, turning a little pink himself. "Right. Well, thank you, that's very kind, and I never doubted that. Oh, and you too, though that's kind of laughable, right? But thank you."

She smiled at him. "I do think you are very attractive, Rodney."

"Really?" he asked, his voice rising in sharp surprise. He cleared his throat. "No, of course you do, because what's not to like?" He sat down on the bed behind him and sighed. "You know, I'm not even buying that. You don't have to say that just to be nice. My ego may be big, but believe me, it's not that fragile."

Deciding that he was not going to offer her a chair, Teyla sat beside him on the bed. "Why would I lie to you?"

Rodney looked up, his eyes wide, and she could tell that he finally believed her. She looked away, suddenly feeling more exposed than she had during the past few days. She was confident in her own desirability, but she had been rejected so many times recently. Everyone had acted out of concern for her, but she felt no less raw because of that.

"Teyla?"

She looked up and forced a smile, determined to put everything in the past where it belonged. "I am fine," she told him. "And I should go."

She stood up, waiting as he scrambled off the bed to stand beside her. "Thank you for speaking with me."

Rodney nodded, but he didn't say anything. She began to turn toward the door, but a determined look crossed his face. Teyla paused, caught by the way he looked at her, held in place by his will.

"Rodney?"

He stepped forward, pressing into her space, and she was suddenly aware of the size of him--the breadth of his shoulders, his height above her. The width of his palm as he cupped her cheek. Teyla closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her heart speeding as his hand slid to the back of her neck and drew her forward. He kissed her softly, and she opened to him, wanting more, but happy that for once someone else was the aggressor.

"Is this what you want, Teyla?" he asked, the words hot in her ear. He nipped at her lobe and she gasped. "Is this what you need?"

"Yes," she hissed back at him. His hand tightened in her hair, bringing her mouth back to his own in a deep, forceful kiss. She pushed into it, and he pushed back, but it still wasn't enough. Teyla grunted and grabbed at Rodney's shoulders, trying to pull him closer--but it was not possible. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around his thigh, grinding against his hip.

Rodney pulled back from her mouth, and she tried to follow--but he did not let her. "Okay," he said, voice breaking at the end. He licked his lips, and Teyla tried for another kiss. "Yeah, okay," he said again. He glanced around, then took several quick steps backwards, drawing her with him as he moved toward the bed.

They stood there for a moment, both breathing heavily, Rodney still holding her head as she waited for what he would do. He swallowed noisily, then nodded as he untangled his hand from her hair.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered quietly.

Teyla took half a step back, then pulled her top over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then she quickly slipped out of her sandals and pushed her pants down.

"Oh God," Rodney said, dropping to the bed. "That's. You're. Wow."

She smiled, and he smiled back. Teyla stepped between his legs and drew his shirt over his head. His hands wandered down her skin as she tossed his shirt to the floor--racing down her sides, lingering over her hips, skimming up her belly until he cupped her breasts. Teyla moaned as he flicked her nipples. Then Rodney scooted forward and began sucking and licking her breasts as his hands continued to wander.

"Yes, please," she panted, trying to widen her stance, to open to him, but her legs were trapped within his own.

He looked up, and that determined look was back in his eyes. "You need something, Teyla?"

She nearly growled with frustration, nearly forced him back on the bed and took what she needed, but she wanted to see him this way. To feel his power and strength emerge. So she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, offering herself up. "Please," she begged again.

Then his fingers were there, slowly sliding between her lips, moving upward until he found her clit. Teyla grunted and pushed into his hand, and he started rubbing in slow circles, just enough pressure to frustrate her. She whimpered and thrust against his hand again.

"No, I don't think so," he said, pulling his hand free. She opened her eyes, surprised that he was teasing her this much. "Not yet."

Rodney stood up, bending to kiss her quickly, then unbuttoned and unzipped and awkwardly struggled out of his pants. She could not look away from his hard cock, bobbing a little with his movement, twitching once on its own when he stood still. He bent towards his desk and pulled something out of the drawer, then turned back to her.

"Uh, we're really doing this, right?"

She raised both eyebrows.

"Okay, wow," he said softly, then straightened his shoulders. "Right. Bed."

Teyla smiled at him and got on the bed. She laid on her back, parting her legs, needing him so very badly. Rodney followed her, kneeling between her legs. Then he laid down, and--

"Yes!" she yelled, unable to control herself as his tongue touched her for the first time. He pushed in deep, almost enough to satisfy her. She panted and moaned as he thrust and licked. She squirmed against the sheets, grabbing for the headboard behind her. It felt so good, yet it was not enough. Then Rodney moved higher, stroking her clit, and finally, finally, she came, shaking and groaning almost-words.

He drew back, leaving her panting and shuddering slightly. Teyla licked her lips, her mouth so very dry, and watched as he drew the condom over his cock. She lifted her hips as he crawled forward on his knees.

"I always wondered something," he said quietly. "How flexible are you?"

She didn't answer out loud. Instead, she lifted her legs to his shoulders.

"That's what I thought," he said, and sank into her.

They moaned together as she stretched around him. Rodney leaned forward, pushing against her thighs, and then he drew back and thrust in again. Teyla cried out, and then he did it again, and again. She lifted her hips, meeting his own. Rodney pushed her legs again, bending her in half, and hooked his hands around the headboard. He picked up the pace, driving in over and over until she was moaning non-stop, only the pitch changing as she clenched around him, coming for a second time.

"Oh god," he gasped, then somehow sped up again, pounding into her. "Oh fuck," he said, then grunted one last time as he came within her.

He panted in her ear for a long moment, then released the bed and backed away, letting her straighten her legs as he withdrew. He pulled off the condom and threw it away, then flopped down beside her.

"Oh wow," he said, smiling giddily at her. "That was fantastic. Was that? Are you--"

Teyla grinned and turned onto her side, laying across his chest. "That was excellent," she told him as she began playing with his nipple, "for the first round."

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