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teh-gandu.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 24th, 2005 10:43 pm)Title: Bittersweet
Pairing: Weir/Telya...like that *wasn't* obvious.
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: Season one
Challenge: 008-taste and again for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 039-taste
Category: *ponders* Haven't a clue.
Word count: 163 (heh, shortest one to-date)
Summary: She didn’t give it much thought-not that she needed to. She wanted her-it was as simple as that and without sounding arrogant, she knew that, Teyla wanted her.
A/N: Both of these fics are forfanfic100. See? This *has* given the chance to kill a lot of birds with a stone.
Scene: Balcony
She didn’t give it much thought-not that she needed to. She wanted her-it was as simple as that and without sounding arrogant, she knew that, Teyla wanted her.
She wondered whether or not they suited one another or were misfits. She wondered how they’d look together. She wondered how, Teyla found feel, whether or not her skin was soft as she’d imagined it to be. She wondered whether or not, Teyla would be rough or gentle. And she wondered what the Athosian would taste like
Elizabeth walked toward the younger woman and without, hesitation she pulled, Teyla in, claiming her lips.
She felt Teyla smirk, against her lips as she parted her lips, allowing Elizabeth to explore her mouth.
And immediately, she was hit with the essences of grapes as well as desire, want and arousal.
As their kiss deepened, she felt, Teyla grin, against her lips, as she began unbuttoning her shirt.
It looked like she wouldn’t have to wonder anymore.
Title: Always
Challenge: 009-Scentfanfic100 Prompt: 036-Smell
Rating: *shrugs* Haven't a clue.
Timeline: Any
Category: Pre-slash
Word count: 469
Summary: Teyla wondered whether or not Elizabeth would taste like the rich, strong aroma that she seemed to love so much.
A/N: Because we all know that Weir/Teyla are *so* doing it. And happy Christmas for tomorrow. Now, if only we'd actually *have* a White Christmas!
Elizabeth would always smell of coffee, it was her addiction, as well as her downfall. It was also, her personal scent-her personal mark if you like.
Teyla wondered whether or not Elizabeth would taste like the rich, strong aroma that she seemed to love so much.
She stalked into Elizabeth’s office, holding a fresh pot of Trakan-made coffee.
A smirk quirked on her lips as she watched the diplomat’s head raise at essences of freshly made coffee.
Weir arched an eyebrow, questioningly, raising it slightly. “It is that obvious?”
Teyla said nothing, opting instead to pour the coffee into her mug.
She watched as Weir lit up, “Thank you,” she murmured, taking the freshly made coffee toward her lips, allowing the newly founded aroma to awaken her all senses, before taking in the taste, the essences of this particular coffee.
Weir’s eyes flickered toward the Athosian. “You can sit down, I’m not going to bite,” she said, wearing an amused smile.
Teyla lowered her head, smiling slyly at the older woman, as she took to her seat. “You still haven’t answered my question,” she stated, putting her mug down. “Was it that obvious?”
Teyla gazed at Weir, her expression profound, matching her tone, “As Aiden and Major Sheppard would say: ‘Elizabeth is Starbucks allover’. And indeed you are, coffee is like your addiction.”
Weir laughed. “I’m Starbucks allover? (Her lips twisted) Well, I can’t argue there. And if you continue to make coffee like this, than, how can I not be addicted?”
Teyla smiled as she stood up.
“You’re leaving?” Disappointment surfaced into Weir’s voice. “Was it the addiction, remark? Because you, know that coffee is my Achilles' heel.”
Teyla held her gaze. “I have to spar. Perhaps, you would care to join me?” she asked, wearing an inexplicable smile.
Weir gazed at her, searchingly, eyebrow arched, “As you can see for yourself (she pointed toward the pile of reports) I’m bombarded with reports and paperwork.”
Disappointment graced the Athosian, Elizabeth noted this. “I’ll make you a deal,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the warm mug. “If you continue making me beautiful coffee like this, than maybe, just maybe I’ll take you upon your offer.”
“You want me to be your coffee slave?” she asked, eyebrow arched.
A smirk began to tug at the corner of Weir’s lips. “Yes,” she replied, before drinking the coffee.
Teyla headed toward the exit, only to pause near the door, partially turning around. “And you will make it worth-my-while?”
An inexplicable smile broke out. “Yes.”
Teyla held her gaze-longer than she should have, before exiting.
The following morning at 0500 hours, Elizabeth was greeted by: the strong, rich and freshly aroma of Trakan coffee.
Oh, yes. Elizabeth thought as she took her seat. I’m definitely, going to make it worth Teyla’s while.
Pairing: Weir/Telya...like that *wasn't* obvious.
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: Season one
Challenge: 008-taste and again for
fanfic100 039-taste Category: *ponders* Haven't a clue.
Word count: 163 (heh, shortest one to-date)
Summary: She didn’t give it much thought-not that she needed to. She wanted her-it was as simple as that and without sounding arrogant, she knew that, Teyla wanted her.
A/N: Both of these fics are for
fanfic100. See? This *has* given the chance to kill a lot of birds with a stone. Scene: Balcony
She didn’t give it much thought-not that she needed to. She wanted her-it was as simple as that and without sounding arrogant, she knew that, Teyla wanted her.
She wondered whether or not they suited one another or were misfits. She wondered how they’d look together. She wondered how, Teyla found feel, whether or not her skin was soft as she’d imagined it to be. She wondered whether or not, Teyla would be rough or gentle. And she wondered what the Athosian would taste like
Elizabeth walked toward the younger woman and without, hesitation she pulled, Teyla in, claiming her lips.
She felt Teyla smirk, against her lips as she parted her lips, allowing Elizabeth to explore her mouth.
And immediately, she was hit with the essences of grapes as well as desire, want and arousal.
As their kiss deepened, she felt, Teyla grin, against her lips, as she began unbuttoning her shirt.
It looked like she wouldn’t have to wonder anymore.
Title: Always
Challenge: 009-Scent
fanfic100 Prompt: 036-Smell Rating: *shrugs* Haven't a clue.
Timeline: Any
Category: Pre-slash
Word count: 469
Summary: Teyla wondered whether or not Elizabeth would taste like the rich, strong aroma that she seemed to love so much.
A/N: Because we all know that Weir/Teyla are *so* doing it. And happy Christmas for tomorrow. Now, if only we'd actually *have* a White Christmas!
Elizabeth would always smell of coffee, it was her addiction, as well as her downfall. It was also, her personal scent-her personal mark if you like.
Teyla wondered whether or not Elizabeth would taste like the rich, strong aroma that she seemed to love so much.
She stalked into Elizabeth’s office, holding a fresh pot of Trakan-made coffee.
A smirk quirked on her lips as she watched the diplomat’s head raise at essences of freshly made coffee.
Weir arched an eyebrow, questioningly, raising it slightly. “It is that obvious?”
Teyla said nothing, opting instead to pour the coffee into her mug.
She watched as Weir lit up, “Thank you,” she murmured, taking the freshly made coffee toward her lips, allowing the newly founded aroma to awaken her all senses, before taking in the taste, the essences of this particular coffee.
Weir’s eyes flickered toward the Athosian. “You can sit down, I’m not going to bite,” she said, wearing an amused smile.
Teyla lowered her head, smiling slyly at the older woman, as she took to her seat. “You still haven’t answered my question,” she stated, putting her mug down. “Was it that obvious?”
Teyla gazed at Weir, her expression profound, matching her tone, “As Aiden and Major Sheppard would say: ‘Elizabeth is Starbucks allover’. And indeed you are, coffee is like your addiction.”
Weir laughed. “I’m Starbucks allover? (Her lips twisted) Well, I can’t argue there. And if you continue to make coffee like this, than, how can I not be addicted?”
Teyla smiled as she stood up.
“You’re leaving?” Disappointment surfaced into Weir’s voice. “Was it the addiction, remark? Because you, know that coffee is my Achilles' heel.”
Teyla held her gaze. “I have to spar. Perhaps, you would care to join me?” she asked, wearing an inexplicable smile.
Weir gazed at her, searchingly, eyebrow arched, “As you can see for yourself (she pointed toward the pile of reports) I’m bombarded with reports and paperwork.”
Disappointment graced the Athosian, Elizabeth noted this. “I’ll make you a deal,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the warm mug. “If you continue making me beautiful coffee like this, than maybe, just maybe I’ll take you upon your offer.”
“You want me to be your coffee slave?” she asked, eyebrow arched.
A smirk began to tug at the corner of Weir’s lips. “Yes,” she replied, before drinking the coffee.
Teyla headed toward the exit, only to pause near the door, partially turning around. “And you will make it worth-my-while?”
An inexplicable smile broke out. “Yes.”
Teyla held her gaze-longer than she should have, before exiting.
The following morning at 0500 hours, Elizabeth was greeted by: the strong, rich and freshly aroma of Trakan coffee.
Oh, yes. Elizabeth thought as she took her seat. I’m definitely, going to make it worth Teyla’s while.
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