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Title: When in Rome
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Elizabeth/Teyla
Rating: NC-17
Cliche: Aliens Made Them Do It
Notes: Thanks to sarren for improvement and encouragement :)
“Quite the contrary - we’re married,” Elizabeth said, taking Teyla’s hand in hers.
The town elder was delighted. “Well then, you must participate in our ceremony this evening, it will do our gods much honour – we don’t have many pairs of women married here.”
He took their joined hands in his, patting them enthusiastically and described the ceremony, which to Elizabeth’s horror, appeared to involve her and Teyla having sex in front of an audience. With ritual oils and chanting, of course, but still. A little overcome, but still diplomatic, she explained that this was not normal for the Lanteans.
The elder looked confused and upset. “But all couples in our society participate at intervals in their married lives, it is a celebration of the union that brings comfort and blessedness in these dark times.” The crowd, which had originally gathered when Elizabeth and Teyla had entered the temple, an act apparently forbidden on pain of death to single women, now started to close in again.
Teyla stepped forward, saying, “We honour and respect your traditions, High Elder Swann, but public displays of what we regard as a private act are not practised by us. Many of us, for instance, are uncomfortable being naked among members of the opposite sex.”
After some conferring between the elders, the crowd was shooed back, and High Elder Swann offered, “We understand your reluctance after hearing about your cultural mores – only the women will attend.”
Elizabeth briefly contemplated the wisdom of her and Teyla coming alone on this seemingly simple trade negotiation. “May I confer with my wife?” She asked.
So it came to be that Elizabeth found herself separated from Teyla and in the hands of a group of temple handmaidens to be prepared for their ceremony. She and Teyla had agreed that going along with it for the time being seemed most prudent. Atlantis would send reinforcements when they missed their check-in, and in the meantime, these people did not seem to wish them any harm. Her stomach fluttered at what would happen if reinforcements did not arrive in time.
She had always thought that as leaders she and Teyla had a special bond, so she had been hurt when Teyla hadn’t confided in her about the staff sergeant with whom the gossip mill had paired her off. She had seen Teyla blushing under the teasing of her team-mates and put her own uncomfortable feelings down to feeling left out.
But beyond that, she liked and trusted Teyla; if she had to be forced to have public sex, then she was glad it was her. She would be discreet and supportive, and when they got back to Atlantis, mature and sensitive enough to help put it behind them successfully. Thinking these dignified-leader thoughts didn’t quell the butterflies though, as the attendants lead her through ritual bathing and scenting.
Elizabeth had never seen anything like it, as they led her out of the preparation room into the main chamber. Glass dishes filled with burning oil hung from the ceiling, filling the upper reaches of the room with a perfumed haze. Beneath them, a hundred or so women reclined on cushions chatting animatedly, stroking each others’ wrists as they made their point, patting, stroking, caressing. She could see glossy bare shoulders and dark soigné hair and smell the mingling scents of plump, curvaceous, spicy women, their perfume and their anticipation.
“I don’t need to feel so nervous, this is probably not that unusual to them, it’s only my own Earth hang-ups that are getting in the way of seeing what a wonderful, cultural experience this is.” This and much more in the same vein, Elizabeth chanted to herself like a mantra as they led her to a cushioned mat. The robe they had given her was silky and felt as if it would fly away at the gentlest touch, leaving her totally exposed. Her heart beat a little harder at the thought.
The mat was covered in soft purple velvet, and piled with cushions. She sank as gracefully as she could, and tried to dispose her legs and arms in a relaxed and natural way, although the Elizabeth inside her was yelling to draw her knees up under her chin so that they could be gripped tightly. The treacherous robe slithered away, uncovering her legs and thighs. As she gave it another self-conscious twitch, Teyla walked in, and she stared, the robe forgotten.
Teyla’s robe was a single rectangle of fabric, tied like a sarong with two corners twisted in a halter round her neck, and thus open from her breast bone down. She walked regally, her head high and her pace measured. Elizabeth supposed that someone who wore a leather bikini to work some days wasn’t likely to be hung up about revealing flesh, but her breath caught in her throat as each stride revealed a glimpse of Teyla’s lower body, including a patch of dark hair.
Teyla arrived at the mat, and Elizabeth rose to her knees in front of her. Teyla looked down at her and smiled reassuringly, but her eyes looked dark. Without thinking, caught up in the heat of the moment, Elizabeth ran her hands up the outside of Teyla’s thighs, under the robe, and heard a collective murmur from their audience.
Teyla reached up and unknotted the robe, which slid away to the floor. Elizabeth became aware of wetness and throbbing between her own legs and knew suddenly where her jealousy came from. She wanted Teyla. And more than anything right now she wanted to do this thing that had been forced upon them. She leaned forward, her hands still on Teyla’s thighs, and drew her forward a little, breathing in Teyla’s scent. She ran her tongue along Teyla’s groin, causing Teyla’s breath to stutter in response. She knelt on the mat within touching distance.
“Are you going to be okay with this?” Elizabeth gasped.
“I want this,” Teyla replied and then hesitated. “I am a little self-conscious, but I have no doubts about doing this with you.”
Elizabeth laughed a little breathlessly. “I’m more than a little self-conscious, but I’m pretty sure our audience is supportive.”
Teyla lifted a hand to Elizabeth’s face and cupped her cheek. Elizabeth was very aware of the slight touch of Teyla’s warm knee between her thighs, and even more conscious of her mouth, berry-plump and moist, just inches away. It looked so inviting; she longed to kiss it, to press her own mouth against those beautiful lips.
She slid her hand behind Teyla’s neck and pulling her gently forward. She pressed their lips together. Teyla exhaled, uncontrolled, pressing back against her insistent kisses. They both moaned as their lips finally parted and their tongues touched, sliding wetly over and around the other.
“What do you want, Elizabeth?” Teyla murmured against her mouth, her free hand roaming all over Elizabeth’s lower back and hip.
“I want to taste you,” she replied, her nostrils already full of Teyla’s perfume and greedy to drink it all in. Teyla responded by moaning and sinking down to the floor, bringing Elizabeth with her, a smooth collapse that ended with Elizabeth in Teyla’s arms, their bodies pressed together.
The feel of Teyla’s heat against her body made Elizabeth feel a little crazy. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she gently pushed Teyla onto her back and straddled her, running her hands over the beautiful breasts beneath her. She leaned down and licked and sucked Teyla’s nipples until they were hard and Teyla started writhing and panting beneath her, arching her back to push herself into Elizabeth’s mouth.
Elizabeth became aware of a heightened noise of women’s voices in the room, and glancing up, she saw hundreds of eyes fixed on her and Teyla, each expression one of desire. Many of the women were playing with themselves, their hands beneath their robes, legs fallen apart, or caressing a nipple. The sight fuelled Elizabeth’s desire further. She turned back to Teyla and looked into her eyes, smiling.
“Lick me, Elizabeth,” Teyla murmured.
“God, I want to, so much”, she replied, and started kissing her way down Teyla’s body, pressing her lips to perfect, caramel-coloured skin, glowing in the candlelight. As she kissed each part of Teyla’s body, she let her tongue lap wetly, leaving a cool trail as she went, each touch making Teyla gasp and shiver. She reached Teyla’s thighs, and kissed her way up each one from the knee, desperate to bury her face in the musky wetness, but wanting to make the moment last.
Then she was there, and she saw Teyla’s lips ripe and swollen, glistening with want, before she leaned forward and licked a stripe from bottom to top, swirling her tongue around Teyla’s clit. Teyla cried out, thrusting her hips up, so Elizabeth slid her hands under Teyla’s buttocks, and caressing and squeezing their juicy flesh, started licking and sucking in earnest. As Teyla moaned and panted more and more urgently, so Elizabeth licked deeper and harder, until Teyla shouted, “Oh yes, Elizabeth!” her hips bucking uncontrollably and her flesh shivering under Elizabeth’s tongue.
Elizabeth pulled herself up until she lay alongside Teyla and propped herself on one elbow, leaning down to kiss her wetly and lusciously, slowly and deeply, feeling desire uncoiling and expanding to fill her. Her pussy ached with it and she slipped a knee between Teyla’s legs and started grinding herself against Teyla’s thigh, making it wet and slippery. Without breaking the kiss, Teyla pushed her hand into the tight space and pushed two fingers inside Elizabeth. It was intense and Elizabeth couldn’t help moaning with pleasure. She could feel sweat beading on her face and body and where she and Teyla touched, their skin glided together, their legs tangling as she strained to get more of Teyla’s fingers inside her.
They distracted her from kissing and she bowed her head to Teyla’s shoulder, licking and nipping the sweat-slick honey skin there, until with a final grind of her clit on the heel of Teyla’s hand, she came, crying out with relief. Teyla stroked her hair and back as her breathing returned to normal, and they smiled privately into each other’s eyes, as they heard the echoes of many more orgasms around the room, the atmosphere laden with uninhibited pleasure.
After a few minutes, one woman stepped forward from the pile of cushions and held out her hands to Teyla and Elizabeth. She was strikingly beautiful, dark, and dressed in little more than diaphanous trousers and scarves. Teyla retrieved their robes and wrapped Elizabeth in hers, before allowing the woman to take her hand.
“High Elder Swann explained your reluctance to share your love with us, so we are all the more honoured by the sharing, thank you,” she said, smiling warmly.
Elizabeth felt a little dazed. She had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life, in a public display-slash-orgy, and everyone was acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She felt Teyla take her hand, and give it a squeeze.
“You’re welcome,” she replied solemnly, “and now, Teyla and I should be getting back to our people.”
With that, she led Teyla back to the preparation room, and where she hoped her clothes would be. Dignity was hard to maintain when clutching a piece of gauze to one’s naked, satiated body and she wanted to get back to Atlantis as soon as possible. She caught Teyla’s eye. Teyla grinned and squeezed her hand again.
“I very much hope that you would like to do that again, Elizabeth, somewhere a little more private next time,” she murmured.
Back in the chamber, they got dressed, giggling a little with post-ordeal euphoria. Teyla knelt at Elizabeth’s feet and put her socks on for her, while Elizabeth laughed and wiggled her toes.
“Not that it was an ordeal,” she remarked. Teyla continued to straighten a sock. “Yes, it was a surprisingly…relaxing way to break one of my own personal taboos,” she replied, looking up, her eyes alight with mischievous merriment.
“Right now, I actually feel a little giddy, Teyla,” Elizabeth said, “but I’m not sure how personal happiness could ever fit with my responsibilities on Atlantis.”
At this, Teyla took both of Elizabeth’s hands in her own. “You are a woman, as well as a leader,” she said earnestly, her eyebrows drawn together in a frown, “surely you are entitled to some happiness?”
“Is it okay if I say we’ll have to see?” Elizabeth answered. She hesitated, already feeling the buzz of what had happened slipping away as she thought of Atlantis. She held onto Teyla’s hands tightly, her eyes searching Teyla’s face, willing her to understand.
“Elizabeth, please do not close the door on this chance if it is because you are afraid,” she replied.
Elizabeth stood, saying, “I hope you can understand that this is the way it has to be.” She turned and started towards the door.
"And I hope to change your mind, Elizabeth Weir,” Teyla whispered softly, a glint of mischief still in her eyes as she watched the other woman walk away.
alien_altars.Title: When in Rome
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Elizabeth/Teyla
Rating: NC-17
Cliche: Aliens Made Them Do It
Notes: Thanks to sarren for improvement and encouragement :)
“Quite the contrary - we’re married,” Elizabeth said, taking Teyla’s hand in hers.
The town elder was delighted. “Well then, you must participate in our ceremony this evening, it will do our gods much honour – we don’t have many pairs of women married here.”
He took their joined hands in his, patting them enthusiastically and described the ceremony, which to Elizabeth’s horror, appeared to involve her and Teyla having sex in front of an audience. With ritual oils and chanting, of course, but still. A little overcome, but still diplomatic, she explained that this was not normal for the Lanteans.
The elder looked confused and upset. “But all couples in our society participate at intervals in their married lives, it is a celebration of the union that brings comfort and blessedness in these dark times.” The crowd, which had originally gathered when Elizabeth and Teyla had entered the temple, an act apparently forbidden on pain of death to single women, now started to close in again.
Teyla stepped forward, saying, “We honour and respect your traditions, High Elder Swann, but public displays of what we regard as a private act are not practised by us. Many of us, for instance, are uncomfortable being naked among members of the opposite sex.”
After some conferring between the elders, the crowd was shooed back, and High Elder Swann offered, “We understand your reluctance after hearing about your cultural mores – only the women will attend.”
Elizabeth briefly contemplated the wisdom of her and Teyla coming alone on this seemingly simple trade negotiation. “May I confer with my wife?” She asked.
So it came to be that Elizabeth found herself separated from Teyla and in the hands of a group of temple handmaidens to be prepared for their ceremony. She and Teyla had agreed that going along with it for the time being seemed most prudent. Atlantis would send reinforcements when they missed their check-in, and in the meantime, these people did not seem to wish them any harm. Her stomach fluttered at what would happen if reinforcements did not arrive in time.
She had always thought that as leaders she and Teyla had a special bond, so she had been hurt when Teyla hadn’t confided in her about the staff sergeant with whom the gossip mill had paired her off. She had seen Teyla blushing under the teasing of her team-mates and put her own uncomfortable feelings down to feeling left out.
But beyond that, she liked and trusted Teyla; if she had to be forced to have public sex, then she was glad it was her. She would be discreet and supportive, and when they got back to Atlantis, mature and sensitive enough to help put it behind them successfully. Thinking these dignified-leader thoughts didn’t quell the butterflies though, as the attendants lead her through ritual bathing and scenting.
Elizabeth had never seen anything like it, as they led her out of the preparation room into the main chamber. Glass dishes filled with burning oil hung from the ceiling, filling the upper reaches of the room with a perfumed haze. Beneath them, a hundred or so women reclined on cushions chatting animatedly, stroking each others’ wrists as they made their point, patting, stroking, caressing. She could see glossy bare shoulders and dark soigné hair and smell the mingling scents of plump, curvaceous, spicy women, their perfume and their anticipation.
“I don’t need to feel so nervous, this is probably not that unusual to them, it’s only my own Earth hang-ups that are getting in the way of seeing what a wonderful, cultural experience this is.” This and much more in the same vein, Elizabeth chanted to herself like a mantra as they led her to a cushioned mat. The robe they had given her was silky and felt as if it would fly away at the gentlest touch, leaving her totally exposed. Her heart beat a little harder at the thought.
The mat was covered in soft purple velvet, and piled with cushions. She sank as gracefully as she could, and tried to dispose her legs and arms in a relaxed and natural way, although the Elizabeth inside her was yelling to draw her knees up under her chin so that they could be gripped tightly. The treacherous robe slithered away, uncovering her legs and thighs. As she gave it another self-conscious twitch, Teyla walked in, and she stared, the robe forgotten.
Teyla’s robe was a single rectangle of fabric, tied like a sarong with two corners twisted in a halter round her neck, and thus open from her breast bone down. She walked regally, her head high and her pace measured. Elizabeth supposed that someone who wore a leather bikini to work some days wasn’t likely to be hung up about revealing flesh, but her breath caught in her throat as each stride revealed a glimpse of Teyla’s lower body, including a patch of dark hair.
Teyla arrived at the mat, and Elizabeth rose to her knees in front of her. Teyla looked down at her and smiled reassuringly, but her eyes looked dark. Without thinking, caught up in the heat of the moment, Elizabeth ran her hands up the outside of Teyla’s thighs, under the robe, and heard a collective murmur from their audience.
Teyla reached up and unknotted the robe, which slid away to the floor. Elizabeth became aware of wetness and throbbing between her own legs and knew suddenly where her jealousy came from. She wanted Teyla. And more than anything right now she wanted to do this thing that had been forced upon them. She leaned forward, her hands still on Teyla’s thighs, and drew her forward a little, breathing in Teyla’s scent. She ran her tongue along Teyla’s groin, causing Teyla’s breath to stutter in response. She knelt on the mat within touching distance.
“Are you going to be okay with this?” Elizabeth gasped.
“I want this,” Teyla replied and then hesitated. “I am a little self-conscious, but I have no doubts about doing this with you.”
Elizabeth laughed a little breathlessly. “I’m more than a little self-conscious, but I’m pretty sure our audience is supportive.”
Teyla lifted a hand to Elizabeth’s face and cupped her cheek. Elizabeth was very aware of the slight touch of Teyla’s warm knee between her thighs, and even more conscious of her mouth, berry-plump and moist, just inches away. It looked so inviting; she longed to kiss it, to press her own mouth against those beautiful lips.
She slid her hand behind Teyla’s neck and pulling her gently forward. She pressed their lips together. Teyla exhaled, uncontrolled, pressing back against her insistent kisses. They both moaned as their lips finally parted and their tongues touched, sliding wetly over and around the other.
“What do you want, Elizabeth?” Teyla murmured against her mouth, her free hand roaming all over Elizabeth’s lower back and hip.
“I want to taste you,” she replied, her nostrils already full of Teyla’s perfume and greedy to drink it all in. Teyla responded by moaning and sinking down to the floor, bringing Elizabeth with her, a smooth collapse that ended with Elizabeth in Teyla’s arms, their bodies pressed together.
The feel of Teyla’s heat against her body made Elizabeth feel a little crazy. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she gently pushed Teyla onto her back and straddled her, running her hands over the beautiful breasts beneath her. She leaned down and licked and sucked Teyla’s nipples until they were hard and Teyla started writhing and panting beneath her, arching her back to push herself into Elizabeth’s mouth.
Elizabeth became aware of a heightened noise of women’s voices in the room, and glancing up, she saw hundreds of eyes fixed on her and Teyla, each expression one of desire. Many of the women were playing with themselves, their hands beneath their robes, legs fallen apart, or caressing a nipple. The sight fuelled Elizabeth’s desire further. She turned back to Teyla and looked into her eyes, smiling.
“Lick me, Elizabeth,” Teyla murmured.
“God, I want to, so much”, she replied, and started kissing her way down Teyla’s body, pressing her lips to perfect, caramel-coloured skin, glowing in the candlelight. As she kissed each part of Teyla’s body, she let her tongue lap wetly, leaving a cool trail as she went, each touch making Teyla gasp and shiver. She reached Teyla’s thighs, and kissed her way up each one from the knee, desperate to bury her face in the musky wetness, but wanting to make the moment last.
Then she was there, and she saw Teyla’s lips ripe and swollen, glistening with want, before she leaned forward and licked a stripe from bottom to top, swirling her tongue around Teyla’s clit. Teyla cried out, thrusting her hips up, so Elizabeth slid her hands under Teyla’s buttocks, and caressing and squeezing their juicy flesh, started licking and sucking in earnest. As Teyla moaned and panted more and more urgently, so Elizabeth licked deeper and harder, until Teyla shouted, “Oh yes, Elizabeth!” her hips bucking uncontrollably and her flesh shivering under Elizabeth’s tongue.
Elizabeth pulled herself up until she lay alongside Teyla and propped herself on one elbow, leaning down to kiss her wetly and lusciously, slowly and deeply, feeling desire uncoiling and expanding to fill her. Her pussy ached with it and she slipped a knee between Teyla’s legs and started grinding herself against Teyla’s thigh, making it wet and slippery. Without breaking the kiss, Teyla pushed her hand into the tight space and pushed two fingers inside Elizabeth. It was intense and Elizabeth couldn’t help moaning with pleasure. She could feel sweat beading on her face and body and where she and Teyla touched, their skin glided together, their legs tangling as she strained to get more of Teyla’s fingers inside her.
They distracted her from kissing and she bowed her head to Teyla’s shoulder, licking and nipping the sweat-slick honey skin there, until with a final grind of her clit on the heel of Teyla’s hand, she came, crying out with relief. Teyla stroked her hair and back as her breathing returned to normal, and they smiled privately into each other’s eyes, as they heard the echoes of many more orgasms around the room, the atmosphere laden with uninhibited pleasure.
After a few minutes, one woman stepped forward from the pile of cushions and held out her hands to Teyla and Elizabeth. She was strikingly beautiful, dark, and dressed in little more than diaphanous trousers and scarves. Teyla retrieved their robes and wrapped Elizabeth in hers, before allowing the woman to take her hand.
“High Elder Swann explained your reluctance to share your love with us, so we are all the more honoured by the sharing, thank you,” she said, smiling warmly.
Elizabeth felt a little dazed. She had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life, in a public display-slash-orgy, and everyone was acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She felt Teyla take her hand, and give it a squeeze.
“You’re welcome,” she replied solemnly, “and now, Teyla and I should be getting back to our people.”
With that, she led Teyla back to the preparation room, and where she hoped her clothes would be. Dignity was hard to maintain when clutching a piece of gauze to one’s naked, satiated body and she wanted to get back to Atlantis as soon as possible. She caught Teyla’s eye. Teyla grinned and squeezed her hand again.
“I very much hope that you would like to do that again, Elizabeth, somewhere a little more private next time,” she murmured.
Back in the chamber, they got dressed, giggling a little with post-ordeal euphoria. Teyla knelt at Elizabeth’s feet and put her socks on for her, while Elizabeth laughed and wiggled her toes.
“Not that it was an ordeal,” she remarked. Teyla continued to straighten a sock. “Yes, it was a surprisingly…relaxing way to break one of my own personal taboos,” she replied, looking up, her eyes alight with mischievous merriment.
“Right now, I actually feel a little giddy, Teyla,” Elizabeth said, “but I’m not sure how personal happiness could ever fit with my responsibilities on Atlantis.”
At this, Teyla took both of Elizabeth’s hands in her own. “You are a woman, as well as a leader,” she said earnestly, her eyebrows drawn together in a frown, “surely you are entitled to some happiness?”
“Is it okay if I say we’ll have to see?” Elizabeth answered. She hesitated, already feeling the buzz of what had happened slipping away as she thought of Atlantis. She held onto Teyla’s hands tightly, her eyes searching Teyla’s face, willing her to understand.
“Elizabeth, please do not close the door on this chance if it is because you are afraid,” she replied.
Elizabeth stood, saying, “I hope you can understand that this is the way it has to be.” She turned and started towards the door.
"And I hope to change your mind, Elizabeth Weir,” Teyla whispered softly, a glint of mischief still in her eyes as she watched the other woman walk away.