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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: Teyla
Title: Floating
Author: shell([livejournal.com profile] umbo)
Characters: Teyla, Elizabeth, Sheppard
Prompt: 34 - Vacation
Rating: G
Length: Short
Brief summary: Okay, this one is pushing the definition of 'Vacation' a little, but in Atlantis, any day off is a vacation. It is also a friendship story, and a story about overcoming fear. I love the subtext in this too.


"Teyla? Is something wrong?" she asked, gracefully moving herself closer to me, although I could not tell how.

"I am sorry, Dr. Weir--I am fine, but what are you all doing?"

She looked puzzled. "Do the Athosians not swim, then?"

I shook my head, at a loss. "Swim? If you mean immersing ourselves in water such as this, no, we do not. Except for bathing, of course." Bathing, cleaning, and drinking--was that not what water was for?



Link to the story: Floating




Claim: Stargate Atlantis: Teyla
Title: Gifts Unasked For
Author: tigerlady([livejournal.com profile] docmichelle)
Characters: Ford, Sheppard, McKay, Teyla
Prompt: 35 - Threesome
Rating: Mature
Length: Epic
Brief summary: Written during the season one/season two hiatus, this story starts with John, Rodney, and Teyla looking for Ford, only to be stranded once they find him. This is a more gentle story than many I have recc'd; the threesome develops while they are isolated from Atlantis, in a post-Season One/pre-Season Two timeframe. And while bad things happen, both physically and emotionally, the bad things are external to the relationship that develops between John, Rodney, and Teyla. So while not paradise, there is a certain 'desert island' feel to it that I enjoyed.

The link is to Part 4 of the story. The first 3 parts are linked in at the top of the page, just after the header.


Teyla paused as she reentered the clearing, watching John emerge from their cabin. He was wearing just his pants and shoes, clutching a bundle of clothing to his bare chest. She admired him as he approached; the full muscles of his upper chest and shoulders, the lean line of his body, the way the dark hair that covered his skin made her want to feel the difference in the textures. He was very pale–she hoped he did not stay uncovered in the sun overly long.

John smiled at her distractedly. "I'm off to do laundry. I grabbed your spare top."

She smiled back. Until now they had each cared for their own clothing, but she was not going to stop his generosity. "Thank you."

He nodded and started away, only to stop and turn back to her. "Good morning," he said, and then leaned in and kissed her. It was slightly awkward since the bundle of clothes pressed between them, and she was taken off-guard by the affection shared in the open, despite the fact that they were alone. Nevertheless, she appreciated the gesture. When he pulled back, he smiled much more naturally, more focused on her.

"Good morning," she said. "Is this an Earth custom?"

"Yes. Maybe." His eyebrows fluttered in thought. "Anyway, it is for me."

Teyla brushed his cheek. "I think I like this custom."

John grinned. "Remind me to tell you about the custom of good-morning sex tomorrow."

She arched an eyebrow, knowing he was teasing her. When he turned away chuckling she swatted his behind, just hard enough for him to feel it. He jumped a little but didn't stop laughing.



Link to the story: Gifts Unasked For

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