Clutching Straws

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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: Teyla
Title: Clutching Straws
Author: Sel (seldear)
Characters: Teyla, Sheppard, Lorne
Prompt: 48 - Reccer's Choice
Rating: Mature
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Ummmm. Ah, Wraith enzyme, how I do adore thee? I love that so many have written aggressive!Teyla based on her reaction to the drug. In this story, Sheppard comes across several of the Marines drawing straws for who will let Teyla beat up on them while she is working through the rest of the enzyme left in her system -- and the implication is that it may not stop with just 'training exercises', and become something sexual. Naturally, Sheppard is the one who decides he should take one for the team. Only not as crassly as I just put it, of course. There's actual motivation for why he decides to do what he does. And as usual in stuff that I've been reccing, there are themes of power and control.


John huffed to himself. One thing at a time. He had enough on his plate with Teyla all hyped up and ready to kick ass. Probably his ass. Hopefully his ass.

Better his ass than his balls.

This was going to hurt. John just knew it.

His thoughts were only confirmed when he saw the state of the gym.

She hadn't quite trashed it, but more than a few things were broken. Staves, short and long, the punching bag looked decidedly the worse for wear, and John wasn't going to think about what had happened to the dummy - weren't those things supposed to spring back into shape?

And then he saw Teyla.

Her skin glowed with silver overtones, a sheen of perspiration coating her body as she swirled through her sticks, a blur of deadly motion that didn't stop as John paused on the threshold of the gym.

"You should not be here."

Which said it all, really. "Yeah, hi," he said. "Well, it was me or one of the other guys, and I figured you'd be more angry at me than them."


Link to the story: Clutching Straws