Fic: Feral
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cottontailsTitle: Feral
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character(s): Ronon, Sheppard, Teyla
Pairing(s): Sheppard/Teyla
Warning(s): Does sweaty grunting count?
Disclaimer: This product is meant for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental or intentioned, and in no way does the author admit to owning said mentioned characters and wishes that she could get it on with a particular crazy haired fictional Air Force colonel with a habit for volunteering for suicidal missions.
Summary: Envious?
Clack, clack, clack, THWAP!
John Sheppard watches as his friends Ronon Dex and Teyla Emmagan spar. From the doorway, he is unobtrusive and observing. He can see the joy in both their eyes from their workout. They are among each other’s favorite sparring opponents, for the same reason. They are equals in their skills.
Clack, clack, clack, THWAP!
John can’t help but be envious of Ronon. He was stronger, faster, more agile. The feral look Teyla gives Ronon when they fight is one of pure joy and intent. John wished he would once be on the receiving end of that look. Reminiscing, he recalled he did match her once, only he had been infected with the retrovirus and the look from her eyes, it wasn’t quite as feral, but more of fear and concern. Then the kiss happened.
Clack, clack, clack, THWAP!
Shaking his head from his memories. John continued to watch, his eyes dancing to their footsteps. When Teyla and Ronon sparred, it was their own dance. True, John had sparred – and danced – with Teyla, but theirs was different. He felt like something was missing. He had a feeling that she may have only tolerated their dancing sessions, that this is where she was truly happy. Sparring with Ronon had allowed herself to feel more free as it was both their nature – a fight of strength and passion in both souls.
Still Sheppard was envious. He wished to be Ronon in those moments on the receiving end of Teyla’s feral eyes when she was in her own element.
Clack, clack, clack, THWAP!
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character(s): Ronon, Sheppard, Teyla
Pairing(s): Sheppard/Teyla
Warning(s): Does sweaty grunting count?
Disclaimer: This product is meant for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental or intentioned, and in no way does the author admit to owning said mentioned characters and wishes that she could get it on with a particular crazy haired fictional Air Force colonel with a habit for volunteering for suicidal missions.
Summary: Envious?
Clack, clack, clack, THWAP!
John Sheppard watches as his friends Ronon Dex and Teyla Emmagan spar. From the doorway, he is unobtrusive and observing. He can see the joy in both their eyes from their workout. They are among each other’s favorite sparring opponents, for the same reason. They are equals in their skills.
Clack, clack, clack, THWAP!
John can’t help but be envious of Ronon. He was stronger, faster, more agile. The feral look Teyla gives Ronon when they fight is one of pure joy and intent. John wished he would once be on the receiving end of that look. Reminiscing, he recalled he did match her once, only he had been infected with the retrovirus and the look from her eyes, it wasn’t quite as feral, but more of fear and concern. Then the kiss happened.
Clack, clack, clack, THWAP!
Shaking his head from his memories. John continued to watch, his eyes dancing to their footsteps. When Teyla and Ronon sparred, it was their own dance. True, John had sparred – and danced – with Teyla, but theirs was different. He felt like something was missing. He had a feeling that she may have only tolerated their dancing sessions, that this is where she was truly happy. Sparring with Ronon had allowed herself to feel more free as it was both their nature – a fight of strength and passion in both souls.
Still Sheppard was envious. He wished to be Ronon in those moments on the receiving end of Teyla’s feral eyes when she was in her own element.
Clack, clack, clack, THWAP!