Admissions

A/N: Special thanks to JenKM1216 for betaing this for me!

Admissions
Chapter Six

Teyla felt Michael’s pain and guilt as he confessed that he had not known that she knew it to be he and not Kanaan she had slept with. As hard as she tried to convince him otherwise, he was resistant to her attempts.

When she tried to touch his face, he jerked away, obviously expecting a blow. Startled, she moved her hand away for a second before once again moving to cup his face. She turned his face back to look at her and used her thumb to wipe away the tear streaking his cheek.

“I do not believe that some part of you did not realize I knew. There were many times that night when you looked at me with uncertainty and a bit of fear. In those moments, I know that you perceived my awareness of you.”

In her desperation to make him believe her, Teyla moved her hand to the back of his head and drew his lips to hers. She kissed him gently, encouraging him to respond. It took him a few seconds, but Michael recovered quickly. The deep growl of desire sent a wave of need through her. He pulled her against him possessively. She could not get as close as she wanted due to her pregnancy, but at least she was once again in his arms.

She felt his hand slide through her hair before cupping the back of her head, his lips moving over hers passionately. She parted her lips and moaned as his tongue thrust into her mouth. Intense need burned through her, creating an almost painful ache deep within her. She felt moisture pool between her thighs, readying her for him. She desperately wanted him to take her. Now.

Once again she tried to get closer to him, whimpering at her inability to do so. Suddenly, Michael pulled away from her. She gasped in surprise at his abrupt abandonment. She attempted to pull his mouth back to hers, but he resisted.

Michael pulled her hand from behind his head. “Teyla, we can’t do this.” He looked down and placed his hand on her belly. Confusion filled her, but was quickly cleared up by his next words. “You’re pregnant, very pregnant. I could injure you or hurt the baby.”

Teyla instantly understood his concern and could not help but laugh at his lack of knowledge. “Michael, human women can continue to make love with their partners, even late in pregnancy. As long as we are not too… rough, the child and I will be fine.”

She watched him digest this new information. He seemed to be internally struggling to decide what to do.

Releasing her, Michael began to back away from her. “I can’t guarantee that I can be gentle with you. I can’t take the chance and hurt either of you. I would never forgive myself if anything ever happened to you.” She watched in astonishment as his back came in contact with the door and he desperately opened it. “I’m sorry, I should not have lost control.”

He backed out of the door and closed it as Teyla continued to stare in bewilderment. Even after he disappeared, she stood there looking at it. She was not certain how long she pondered his reaction before sighing and walking over to the bed.

Sitting down, she began to wonder what had gotten into her. True, she had felt an urgent need to ease his suffering, but she had only intended the kiss to be a brief affirmation. How had she let the situation go so far as it had? So far that she tried to convince him to make love to her. She closed her eyes and groaned softly. She was still very angry with him for everything he had done. The capture and experimentation of her people topping her list. She did not understand how he could continue to affect her so.

Her son moved and kicked. She absent-mindedly rubbed her hands across her belly. A sudden realization gave her new insight into her own behavior. The hormones raging through her due to her pregnancy must have something to do with this. She remembered many Athosian women acting strangely during pregnancy. Yes, that had to be it, nothing more. A small voice in the back of her mind rejected the idea, but she pushed it aside. If there were another reason, it would bring about many complications and force an admission she was not yet ready to face.

Sighing, Teyla decided that she needed to do something to distract her from such disturbing thoughts. She began to look around the room for something, anything, to do.

~*~*~*~*~*~

After two hours of sparring, Michael was finally exhausted and starving. He dismissed his battered hybrids and made his way to the kitchen. After retrieving food for both Teyla and himself, he made his way back to his room.

Opening the door, he saw Teyla stop pacing and turn to him, looking distinctly bored and disgruntled. “I’ve brought food,” he said as he approached her. “Is something wrong?”

She took the bowl from him. “Thank you.” She seemed to struggle for words for a moment before meeting his eyes. “I have been unable to find anything to occupy me. I am unused to being idle for prolonged periods of time.”

He stared at her for a few seconds before silently cursing himself for his thoughtlessness. He knew how active she was. Being cooped up in one room with nothing to do must be sheer torture for someone like Teyla.

“I apologize; I should have provided you with some activity.” He smirked at her before adding, “Besides wearing a path in the floor with your pacing.”

Teyla rolled her eyes slightly, smiling back at him. Turning, she walked over to the bed and sat down. She began to eat, as did he.

“Where were you?” Her tone was filled with curiosity.

He’d watched her take in his appearance and wondered if she’d question him. “I was sparring.” Finishing his food, he set the bowl on the desk and turned back to look at her. Raising his arms slightly, he looked down at himself. “I need a shower. I’m going to take one and get ready for bed. I’m exhausted.”

Teyla averted her eyes and merely nodded. She went back to slowly eating as he gathered clothing and disappeared into the bathroom. Michael stripped and quickly showered. The hot water soothed his aching muscles and caused a wave of weariness to move through him. Once he was finished, he toweled off and dressed. He noticed the clothing Teyla had been wearing hanging close by. Mentally summoning one of his hybrids, he retrieved her clothes as well as his own.

He entered the bedroom to see that Teyla had finished eating and placed her bowl next to his. She was lying in his bed, beneath the covers, looking at him a bit nervously.

There was a knock at the door and he placed the clothing over his arm, moving to pick up the bowls. Opening the door, Michael handed everything to his minion. “Take these back to the kitchen and have this clothing cleaned for tomorrow,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” the hybrid answered before turning to leave.

Michael closed the door and turned to see Teyla looking at him. There was a bit of anger and annoyance in her steady gaze. The fire in her brought a new surge of desire rolling through him. He quickly suppressed it and shut off the lights. Though the room did darken, a soft glow still remained.

Walking to the opposite side of the bed, he lay down as far from her as he could. Looking over at her, he found her still looking at him. He swallowed hard. “Good night, Teyla,” he said softly before turning away from her.

He heard her say, “Sleep well,” as well as her soft sigh as she too turned away.

In spite of being so tired, Michael still found it quite difficult to fall asleep quickly.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Teyla was slightly disappointed when Michael turned away from her after bidding her a good night.

“Sleep well.”

With a soft sigh, she turned her back on him as well. When he entered these quarters, he had been covered in sweat. But what she had noticed even more than that was he was wearing Athosian clothing instead of the Wraith garments she had seen him in so far. After he exited the bathing room, he was wearing a different Athosian outfit.

Her surprise had been replaced with anger and annoyance when she heard the hybrid at the door call him “Master.” What had she truly expected, though? They were now Michael’s creations, what else would they call him? She needed to find some way to stop him, though she currently had no idea how. She did know that she and their son were the keys to putting an end to this madness without Michael being hurt or killed.

She heard his breathing deepen and even out. He was asleep. He had looked very tired when he returned. Finding the sound of his breathing soothing, she allowed it to lull her to sleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Teyla opened her eyes and was momentarily blinded by light. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted. Suddenly, she realized that she did not feel the weight of her son inside her. She looked down, panicked. She was dressed in Earth-style work out clothes, barefoot, and her stomach was flat. Confused, Teyla glanced around and recognized the training room in Atlantis where she had given Michael his physical therapy sessions. There were no guards posted. It was incredibly quiet, as if the rest of the city was either abandoned or did not exist.

She must be dreaming. But why would she see herself here? Then she saw him. Michael was standing a few feet away from her with his back turned. He, too, was dressed in the Earth-style clothes he had worn in physical therapy as Lt. Michael Kenmore.

“Michael?”

He turned quickly toward her. “Teyla?” He looked extremely confused as well.

While he may have been wearing the clothes he had as a lieutenant, the Michael before her was the one she now knew. He looked around, concentrating on the doorway for a moment. He must have noticed that there were no guards present because when he looked back at her, he looked her over from head to toe. She felt as though he was devouring her with his gaze.

Desire and need sprang to life within as he stalked toward her. She surrendered to her feelings, preparing to live out a long-buried fantasy. Reaching her, Michael put his hands through her hair, gently releasing it from its binding. He stared into her eyes with a great deal of longing.

“Teyla,” he whispered huskily. Though her name sounded like a statement, she understood the unspoken question.

Nodding, she moaned, “Yes.”

He brought his mouth crashing down on hers, bruising her lips with his fierceness. Releasing her hair, he pulled her hips against him with one hand, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach. His other hand found her breast, and she cried out, arching her back and thrusting her breast against his hand. He took advantage of her parted lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She met it with her own as his thumb moved back and forth across her hardened nipple.

She ran her hands up over the muscles of his arms to his shoulders, before softly raking her nails down his chest. He shuddered at her touch. Moving from his chest to his sides, she ran her hands down to find the bottom of his shirt. Breaking the kiss, she pulled it off of him. She looked hungrily at the pale skin of his chest and the muscles that rippled beneath it as his hands moved to her waist.

Urging her to walk backwards to the wall behind her, he kept his hands firmly on her to catch her should she stumble. When her back came in contact with the wall, he pulled at the ties of her halter-top. He removed it quickly and started at her as she wore nothing beneath it.

Kneeling in front of her, he nibbled on one of her nipples before sucking it into his mouth. Crying out, she put her hands through his hair, pulling him closer. She felt his hands at her waist gripping the waistband of her pants before yanking them urgently down her legs. She lifted her feet one at a time so that he could completely remove them.

Standing, he kissed her passionately as her hands pushed his pants down his hips after carefully releasing his erection from its confines. When his pants fell to the floor, he pulled back and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him as his cock found her wet center.

“I imagined taking you like this, in this room, so many times.” His fervent declaration sent a wave of desire through her, and the love in his eyes brought tears to hers.

“I imagined this as well.” Her need for him was so intense it was becoming painful. She wiggled her hips. “Please, take me, Michael.”

He thrust roughly into her, filling her and hitting the end of her. They both cried out at the sensation. Teyla could already feel her climax building. But Michael did not move and looked as though struggling for control.

Frustration filled her. “Please, Michael, let go. Be passionate, you will not hurt me. We both need this,” she whimpered. She desperately rolled her hips, urging him to move.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Light surrounded him, but his eyes quickly adjusted. Looking at his surroundings, Michael saw that he was in Atlantis. How had they captured him without him even knowing? Confusion filled him. If he had been captured, why was he in the training room where he received his physical therapy and not in a cell?

Looking down, he realized that not only was he in Atlantis, but he was dressed as he had been during his sessions with Teyla. He noticed the skin on his arms to be the pale color it was now and not the shade it had been when he was human.

“Michael?”

He spun around toward the sound of her voice. “Teyla?”

He glanced at the door expecting to see heavily armed marines guarding it. But no one was there and his acute hearing detected no sounds beyond this room. Looking back at Teyla, he decided that he must be dreaming. She was not pregnant and wore the clothes she had when sparring with him. Lust ignited inside him as he looked her over, feeling himself harden. When he met her eyes, they burned with need.

Knowing that this dream would probably end with him waking unfulfilled, he moved toward her anyway. Once he stood before her, he reached out and removed binding in her hair. He wanted, needed, her.

“Teyla.” He knew that she would understand that he was asking her if she wanted to continue.

She nodded and moaned, “Yes.”

Her desire was clearly as intense as his. He kissed her roughly, urgently. He removed his hands from her hair, moving one arm around her to pull her hips against him while using the other to cup her full breast. When she cried out in pleasure, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Immediately, her tongue met his.

He flicked his thumb over her hardened nipple as it strained against her shirt. Teyla moved her hands up his arms, her touch light until she raked her nails down his chest. He shuddered in pleasure as she moved her hands across him and his cock throbbed almost painfully. He needed to bury himself within her desperately.

She pulled away from him, removing his shirt. A thought, a remembered fantasy, came to his mind. As soon as he was out of his shirt, he placed his hands on her waist and gently pushed her toward the wall behind her. When she was against it, he moved to untie the top she wore before pulling it quickly from her.

She wore nothing under her shirt, and his cock ached as he stared at her full breasts. He dropped to his knees. He gently bit her nipple before sucking hard. She arched, sliding her hands through his hair and urging him closer to her. Finding the waistband of her pants, he jerked them down, pulling them from her feet as she helped him.

He stood, bringing his mouth to hers to hungrily kiss her. Feeling her release his cock from his pants, he got ready to lift her up and support her slight weight. As soon as she pushed them down off of his hips, he broke the kiss and raised her up. Teyla wrapped her strong legs around him, and he found her sex wet and ready for him.

“I imagined taking you like this, in this room, so many times.” Love for her swelled in his chest, and he saw tears fill her eyes.

“I imagined this, as well.” She shifted her hips, sliding the head of his cock over her slick sex. “Please, take me, Michael.”

He looked at her, having wanted to hear her say this to him since he was with her on New Athos. Though she had asked him to take her there, she had not said his name. Now she had. Thrusting his hips, he entered her roughly, feeling her wet heat completely envelope his length. A cry of intense pleasure exploded from him, and he heard her cry out as well. He wanted to take her hard and rough, but feared hurting her and struggled to control himself.

“Please, Michael, let go. Be passionate, you will not hurt me. We both need this.” Her voice was filled with need and frustration. She rolled her hips, nearly driving him mad with need. It was only a dream, he could not really hurt her, he realized.

With a low growl, he lifted her up and drew almost completely out of her. He thrust hard back into her, pulling her body roughly down on him. Teyla screamed his name, clutching his shoulders with her hands. He felt the pleasure radiating from her.

He quickly fell into a rhythm, and Teyla rolled her hips in time to his almost violent thrusts. He felt her sex tighten around him with every inward stroke and knew her climax would come quickly. He watched her face, memorizing the look of rapture he saw there. Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen from his kisses, were parted and she made soft, strangled cries as they moved together. Looking down, he watched her beautiful breasts bounce with the fierceness of their lovemaking.

The pleasure of her body began to swiftly bring him close to orgasm. He knew that she was even closer than he and wanted to bring her to completion.

“Teyla,” he whispered. Her eyes opened dark and filled with lust. “I can feel how close you are. Climax for me, Teyla. I want to feel it,” he groaned.

The effect was almost immediate. Her sex contracted around him, her legs shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. She dragged her nails down his arms, the pain only adding to his pleasure. Teyla’s hoarse cries sounded beautiful to him.

Unable to hold back any longer, he gave in to his climax and released himself inside her. Pleasure ran up and down his length and moved out through his entire body. Her sex milked his essence from him, pulling it deeper within her.

As their orgasms faded, he realized they were both trembling and his knees felt weak. He wasn’t sure how long he could remain standing, but he didn’t want to remove himself from her. Teyla cling to him, her face buried between his neck and shoulder. He held her tightly and rubbed the back of her neck with one hand soothingly. When she pulled back, there were tears, tenderness, and something he believed to be love in her eyes. His heart soared at the thought.

Suddenly, he felt the dream begin to fade. He fought it, but the attempt was a futile one. He kissed her softly, tenderly. “I love you, Teyla,” he whispered fervently as he pulled back. The feel of her in his arms was diminishing fast.

“I love you, Michael, more than I can even put into words.”

Her reply filled him with hope and contentment as everything around him dissolved and darkness overwhelmed him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Frustration filled her. “Please, Michael, let go. Be passionate, you will not hurt me. We both need this,” she whimpered.

Teyla saw his internal struggle last only seconds once she started rolling her hips. His yellow eyes darkened to a deep gold as a low growl rumbled in his chest. He lifted her body up as he pulled all but the head of his cock from her. In one swift, strong movement he thrust up into her while pulling her down onto him. She screamed his name in joy and pleasure as he filled her.

She clung to his shoulders, rolling her hips in time to his wild and passionate lovemaking. She closed her eyes, lost in the feel of him. With every hard stroke of his body, she grew closer to her peak. She could feel the pleasure he felt in her body and knew he was climbing closer with her.

“Teyla,” he whispered huskily. She opened her eyes and stared into his beautiful golden ones. “I can feel how close you are. Climax for me, Teyla. I want to feel it.”

The urgency and need in his words moved through her like lightening to her core and tipped her over the edge. She came hard, her legs shaking uncontrollably as her sex clenched around his cock. She was barely aware of her nails raking down his arms she was so lost in the waves of bliss spreading through her.

Seconds after her orgasm began, Teyla felt Michael’s over take him as he forcefully released his seed deep inside her. She felt her internal muscles pull his hot essence deeper within.

When their bodies began to calm, Teyla slumped forward against him and buried her face between his neck and shoulder. The love and tenderness she felt for him in that moment completely overwhelmed her and tears began to burn her eyes with the strength of her emotions. She could feel his body trembling as much as her own with the intensity of what they’d just experienced together. Michael held her tightly against him, rubbing the back of her neck as though to comfort her.

Teyla could feel the dream beginning to fade and pulled back to look up at him once more before it completely slipped away from her. He looked into her eyes and appeared overjoyed by what he saw there. He kissed her with a tenderness that made her heart ache with love for him.

“I love you, Teyla,” he whispered after breaking the kiss.

Darkness was rapidly blurring the image of him and the feel of his body. “I love you, Michael, more than I can even put into words,” she said just before everything faded to black.