The Conception

Author's Notes: I've wanted to write an Atlantis fic for a while, I just hadn't been able to come up with a good idea. While posting on the Michael/Teyla thread on the Gateworld.net forum, I got the idea for this one. Many thanks to the thread members for their warm welcome and for the inspiration that our conversations gave me. Also, many thanks and much love to my wonderful beta, JenKM1216! I appreciate the input, advice, and extraordinary amount of patience you've given me!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Stargate Atlantis. I am making no profit by writing this, just a bit of fun.


The Conception

Michael stood just outside the light of the fire staring at her. The firelight played on her hair, making it shine in the darkness. As she laughed with her fellow Athosians, he could clearly see the mirth and joy she felt. He’d been watching Teyla since she arrived that afternoon.

He had sent some of his spies to find the planet on which the Athosians settled. It took some time, but one of his operatives finally managed it. The informant also reported that Teyla had recently taken Kanaan, a fellow Athosian, as her lover. This information had given birth to a plan to remove Kanaan from the settlement and take his place. Michael utilized his enhanced telepathic powers to make the Athosians, including Teyla, see him as her lover. With the help of the cloned Dr. Beckett, he managed to alter the retrovirus to suit his needs. Not only was the one he used on himself able to permanently remove his need to feed on humans, but it enhanced his telepathic abilities. He came up with an alternate formula that would give hybrids the best qualities of both humans and Wraith, though he made sure that it gave them no telepathic abilities.

The thought of Teyla being intimate with another sent a sharp stab of jealousy through him. He was not deluded and knew that she did not reciprocate the deep, powerful emotions he’d come to realize he felt for her. However, he had a plan, which would soon be implemented, to help Teyla change her mind.

Teyla suddenly looked over at him, as though sensing his stare. Her expression was full of tenderness, and the smile that graced her lips held a great deal of promise. Her beauty took his breath away, just as it had the first time she had come to see him shortly after he became Lt. Michael Kenmore. He smiled softly back at her and beckoned her to him.

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Feeling someone watching her, Teyla looked up to see Kanaan staring at her. He seemed very deep in thought. Something about him was different today. She could not quite put her finger on what it was, but he was more—intense—than usual. She smiled at him as a wave of heat swept through her body from the emotion his expression conveyed. Returning her smile, he raised his hand and motioned for her to join him.

After excusing herself from her friends, she walked over to where he stood.

“Come with me,” he said softly. The fierceness in his eyes, the passion, caused her heart to skip a beat. Not trusting her voice at the moment, she merely nodded her assent.

Taking her hand, he led her silently back to his tent and held the flap open for her to enter. She did so without question. Teyla turned to look at him when she heard him enter behind her. The tent was filled with candles and their light flickered across his face. She again sensed something different about Kanaan. Yet the presence she felt was still familiar—one that she had not experienced since she was with… Michael. Confusion filled her. Why would she sense him here now? She had only felt this way when in the presence of Kanaan. Teyla searched his face before locking eyes with him.

Michael watched as Teyla studied his features, cloaked in Kanaan’s countenance. She seemed confused about something and searched for the answer to an unspoken question.

“What is it, Teyla?”

She paused before answering him, wondering if what she suspected was even possible. Wraith did have the ability to make humans see things. But, could Michael? She doubted he would be capable of something such as this because of his altered DNA. She had been under a great deal of stress as of late. Perhaps her mind was just playing tricks with her.

Smiling in embarrassment, Teyla replied, “It is nothing. You just seem different to me. I am sure that it is nothing.”

Michael wondered briefly if the part of Teyla that was Wraith could sense the part of him that remained so. As interesting as that theory was, he pushed the thought away. He could consider the implications of this new information later. Right now, he wanted to do what he’d been imagining for so long, even after he found out about her betrayal.

Though he’d never been with a female, Wraith Queen nor human, he knew the basics of what went on between human males and females when they mated. He was nervous she would be able to deduce he was not who he pretended to be by his obvious inexperience. He comforted himself with the fact that he had probed Kanaan’s mind, finding all he needed to know to make this encounter as enjoyable for her as he knew it would be for him. Hopefully, the knowledge he gained from Kanaan would counter his innocence of the actual act.

Michael stepped toward Teyla, trying to show her the deep, burning desire she created within him through his gaze. He watched her eyes darken in response with a passion to rival his. Leaning down, he kissed her for the first time, reveling in the soft sweetness of her lips. Teyla gently guided him, as though sensing his uncertainty. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue across his lips. Michael met her tongue with his and the kiss deepened.

A need—a hunger—like none he’d ever known surged through him. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight as he hardened. His cock strained against the fabric of its confines as he pulled her body flush with his, and her breasts pressed against his chest. He groaned into Teyla’s mouth when she began to rub her body against his. Her small hands slipped down from around his neck, moving between them to the buttons of his shirt. She quickly unbuttoned them before pushing his shirt down his arms and to the floor.

She suddenly broke the kiss and stepped away from him. He couldn’t help but be surprised, wondering why she had abandoned him. Teyla, face flushed with desire, began to slowly undress until she stood completely naked in front of him. His heavy breathing hitched in his throat as a new surge of lust coursed through him. He stared in awe as he drank in the sight of the woman he loved. Beautiful, full breasts graced with hardened, dark nipples, a strong, flat belly, the triangle of her sex hidden by dark hair, and long, slender thighs. In the flesh, she surpassed everything his imagination had ever come up with when he pictured her like this.

“Oh, Teyla, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her reverently.

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As he stepped toward her, Teyla saw such ferocious need and passion in his eyes that the heat of it seemed to enter her and sear her very soul. A small part of her mind warned her that this was dangerous, but every other fiber of her being responded to him. The fire of his desire set her ablaze and quelled any lingering doubts she had. There was no way she could deny him.

Despite his obvious hunger for her, his kiss was tentative and uncertain. She took the lead, moving her lips over his. Darting her tongue out, she encouraged him to meet his with hers, showing him how to duel with her. His confidence grew quickly and the kiss soon became urgent and fevered.

He pulled her body aggressively toward his. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and she felt the evidence of his arousal pressing into her belly. Lust raced through her veins and pooled between her thighs. She began to move her body over his, growing desperate for skin-to-skin contact. His groan of pleasure enflamed her, and she pulled slightly away from him, fumbling to undo the buttons of his shirt. Quickly accomplishing her goal, Teyla removed his shirt.

Breaking the kiss, she stepped a few paces back. He looked at her in confusion, obviously wondering why she had removed herself from his arms. Teyla slowly began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time. His look of bewilderment changed instantly to one of amazement and unbridled lust as he looked her over. His expression, the reaction he had to seeing her completely naked heightened her desire.

“Oh, Teyla, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The reverence in his voice, husky and thick with passion, sent a rush of feminine power through her.

He quickly came to her and knelt before her. Her hands knotted in his hair as his hands, mouth, and tongue moved over her breasts. He gently caressed her left breast while his tongue encircled her other taut nipple. When he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, she cried out. Throwing her head back, she arched toward him. Pleasure, like a jolt of electricity, shot to her groin. She felt a rush of wetness lubricate her most intimate place, preparing her for his body.

When he released her breast, she whimpered at his abandonment. He placed gentle kisses over her chest and the valley between her breasts before moving to pay the same attention to her other breast. Teyla moaned with a combination of relief and lust.

Her body was screaming to join with his. Using the hands she still had in his hair, she pulled him away from her and to his feet. She pulled his mouth to hers in a crushing, passionate kiss. Her hands found the drawstring holding up his pants. She untied it before slipping her hand inside to grasp his throbbing manhood. Finding the head of his cock coated in pre-cum, she deduced that he was very close to orgasm. Quickly making a decision, she broke the kiss. Looking him in the eyes, she dropped to her knees. She replied to his questioning look with a smile of wicked seduction.

Carefully removing his cock from the confines of his pants, she then pushed them down his legs. He lifted one foot and then the other to assist her with the final removal. Breaking eye contact, she turned her gaze to the rigid flesh jutting at her.

Taking hold of him gently, but firmly, she pushed back his foreskin and licked the pre-cum from him. His strangled cry of surprise and ecstasy brought a smile to her face. She placed him in her mouth, sucking as much of him in as she could. His hands moved through her hair, much the same way hers had when their positions were reversed.

She slid back down his length until only the tip remained in her mouth. Sucking him back in, she moved her hand along his shaft in time to what she was doing with her mouth. Feeling his knees begin to buckle, she removed him completely from her mouth.

“Teyla, no, please don’t stop.” The desperation in his voice tugged at her heart.

“I am going to continue. However, I think we should move to the bed,” she replied. Her lust was just as apparent in her voice as it was in his, she mused.

He took his hands from her hair and placed them on her upper arms. He gently helped her to her feet, kissing her briefly, passionate as soon as she was. After walking over to the bed, he crawled in, moving to the center before lying down. He looked at her with a mixture of unbridled lust, wonder, and anticipation.

She quickly joined him, moving his legs apart and positioning herself between them. She lifted his cock and continued to suck him into and out of her mouth, stroking the part of him that she could not fit in with her hand. He groaned wantonly and Teyla could tell that he wanted to thrust into her mouth. He managed not to, but still writhed beneath her.

It took very little time before his entire body tensed. Seconds later, he screamed her name, releasing his essence into her waiting mouth. She swallowed every last drop greedily. When he relaxed, she released him. She climbed up his body and lay on top of him. His arms immediately embraced her, running his hands over her back.

His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, and she watched him with a smile while he recovered. Though her body still cried out for release, she could not help but feel pride in her ability to bring him so much pleasure. When his breathing had returned to normal, he opened his eyes and looked up at her in wonder.

“Thank you, Teyla. I’ve never experienced something so intense before.” Doubt once again plagued her. This was not the first time she had performed such an act with him. Perhaps he meant this was better than the others?

Her thoughts were interrupted when he pulled her down and kissed her passionately. His tongue invaded her mouth, coaxing her to deepen the kiss. Her lust slammed through her with renewed vigor, taking her breath away and silencing all thought except her need for him.

Teyla cried out in surprise when he flipped her onto her back. He braced most of his weight on his forearms, but his body, still heavy and hard with muscle, felt marvelous pressing against her. She instinctively spread her legs, wrapping them around him. His eyes immediately darkened with renewed desire.

“I want to taste you. Allow me to return the pleasure you’ve given me.” His silky voice slid over her heated skin like a caress. Her breathing deepened, and she nodded mutely. She unlocked her legs from his waist and placed her feet on the bed, keeping her knees bent.

As he slid down her body, the hairs on his chest roughly scraped her sensitive nipples. She gasped at the sensation. Then his mouth was engulfing her nipple, sucking hard before grazing it gently with his teeth. Closing her eyes, Teyla arched toward him, groaning.

Seemingly eager to reach his destination, he did not linger. He placed tender kisses down her belly until he reached her hairline. Moving between her thighs, he used his fingers to spread her nether lips. She watched as he drank in the sight of her sex with fascination before leaning down to inhale the scent of her arousal.

She cried out and arched her hips when his tongue licked from her opening to her pleasure nub. He continued to flick his tongue over the sensitive spot. Intense, all-encompassing pleasure swept through her. He’d just started, but she already felt the spiraling tension gathering inside her. Suddenly, the need to feel him moving within her was overwhelming.

“Stop,” she gasped. When he looked up at her in surprise and worry, she held her arms out to him in invitation. “Please, take me. I need to feel you inside me.”

A flurry of emotions flickered across his face so quickly that she could not register them all. Then he was climbing over her, a predatory hunger in his eyes.

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As soon as Michael told her how beautiful he thought she was, he moved toward her. He needed to touch her, taste her, and worship her. Kneeling so that her voluptuous breasts were directly in front of him, he cupped her left breast. He gently squeezed and caressed the warm mound of flesh, amazed as its soft firmness. Michael ran the tip of his tongue around the hardened peak of her other breast, feeling her hands run through his hair. Encouraged, he sucked her taut nipple into his mouth. She cried out, arching her back as she tried to get even closer to him. His cock throbbed with need at the realization that she was enjoying his attentions.

Wanting to please her as much as possible, he released her to switch breasts. When she whimpered in disappointment, he gently kissed her chest and breast to soothe her. After latching onto the other breast to repeat his actions, he heard her low moan of approval. Her taste and scent assaulted his senses, intoxicating him. He felt that he could continue this for the rest of the night, if only to hear the noises she made for him.

Teyla surprised him, however, when she pulled herself away from him. She used his hair to gently bring him to his feet. Sliding on hand to the back of his head, she brought his lips to hers. The kiss was full of passion and need. He felt her other hand move to the ties on his pants. Anticipation and excitement raced through him. When she moved her hand underneath his pants to touch him, his cock seemed to pulse with a life of its own. As she caressed him, the skin-on-skin contact sent sparks of pleasure along his shaft and radiating through his entire body.

Suddenly, Teyla pulled away from him. Michael saw determination mixed with the desire in her eyes as she slowly lowered herself to her knees. Confusion filled him. It must have shown on his face because she gave him a smile that he could only describe as mischievous. She removed his cock from his pants and pushed them down his legs. He helped her by lifting one foot and then the other. He stared at her eagerly as she tossed them aside.

Teyla lowered her gaze to his cock before taking hold of him gently, but firmly. He watched as she pushed back the skin that surrounded the tip. A cry of pleasure erupted from him as she licked the fluid off that had leaked from him. He saw her smile before she sucked half of his length into her mouth. Sheer ecstasy shot through him, knocking the breath from him. He moved to clasp two handfuls of her hair in his hands, understanding why she had done the same to him.

She slowly pulled back, continuing the suction of her warm, wet mouth. He watched part of his cock disappear into her mouth as she sucked him back in, moving her small hand back and forth along his shaft with the same rhythm as her mouth. Michael’s knees felt weak from pleasure and he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to remain on his feet. As if sensing this, Teyla removed him from her mouth with a pop. He desperately wanted her to continue and resisted the urge to thrust himself back into her mouth, not wanting to hurt her.

He opted instead for begging her to resume, all pride forgotten in his lust. “Teyla, no, please don’t stop,” he pleaded.

“I am going to continue. However, I think we should move to the bed.” Her voice was low and husky, sounding very sensual to his ears.

Moving his hands from her hair to her upper arms, Michael helped her to her feet. His need to kiss her warred with his need for her to finish doing what she’d started. He kissed her briefly, putting as much desire into it as he could. She returned it in kind, clearly as aroused as he was.

Quickly walking over to the bed, he got into it and lay on his back. His lust had reached a nearly uncontrollable level. As Teyla approached him, he couldn’t help but be amazed by her all over again. As she moved to join him, his anticipation grew intense.

She pushed his legs apart before moving between them. She immediately gripped him, urgently sucking him back into her mouth. She moved over him at a constant, fast pace. He shuddered and groaned, barely able to keep from thrusting up into her mouth. Closing his eyes in bliss, he knotted his hands in the sheets, concentrating on the feel of her mouth.

His body began to tense as he built toward his climax. Pleasure, white-hot in is intensity, crashed through every fiber of his being. He felt his cock pumping spurt after spurt of his seed into her mouth. She continued to suck on him, swallowing everything he gave her.

When his orgasm passed, he felt Teyla release him. She climbed up his body as he struggled to calm down. He’d never experienced anything so all-consuming and he reveled in the sensations that still ran through him.

He felt Teyla lay down on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her. He gave her a small squeeze before he began to caress the soft skin of her back. When he had sufficiently recovered, he opened his eyes and looked up at her. He felt an overwhelming amount of love for her and was awed by her in every way.

“Thank you, Teyla. I’ve never known such intense pleasure before,” he said. He expected to see a reaction to his honest declaration, but not one of confusion and doubt. Michael panicked slightly. She and Kanaan had obviously done this before. Mentally berating himself for his mistake, he did the first thing that came to mind.

Placing one hand on the back of her head, he brought her lips to his. He kissed her urgently, slipping his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss as he caressed her tongue with his own. He quickly changed their positions, trapping her beneath him. Her surprise cry was muffled by the kiss. Not wanting to crush her, he placed some of his weight on his forearms. Her body was molded to his and felt incredible pressed against him. Her eyes were filled with desire and hunger. She spread her legs and clasped them around his waist. Desire for her filled him once more, along with the need to give her release.

“I want to taste you. Allow me to return the pleasure you’ve given me,” he said softly. Her breathing deepened, her breasts straining against his chest with every inhalation. She nodded her consent and removed her legs from around him.

Michael moved down her body, his skin skimming across hers as he went. She gasped in pleasure from the friction. He lowered his mouth to suck her nipple. He used more pressure than the last time, and nibbled the erect peak. She arched against him wantonly. As much as he enjoyed her breasts, he wanted to taste her most intimate place.

He continued down her body, kissing her smooth skin softly. When he reached the line of dark curls that concealed her from him, he settled himself between her thighs. Using his fingers, he spread her sex gently open. The exquisiteness of her enraptured him. He leaned down after examining her and inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her. Her felt himself becoming hard once more, his lust enflamed by the sight and smell of her.

Placing his tongue at the entrance, he ran it up until he found the small nub he was searching for. Teyla cried out as he stimulated her pleasure point, arching her hips in abandon. He moved his tongue over her relishing the sweetness of the juices that coated her sex.

“Stop,” he heard her gasp. Wondering if he had done something wrong, he immediately stopped and looked up her. She reached her arms out to him saying, “Please, take me. I need to feel you inside me.”

Emotions ran through him quickly, but the strongest was need and hunger. He could sort the others later. He moved back up her body, not breaking eye contact with her. Teyla slid her hand between them and guided his cock to her entrance. He hesitated, nervous that he would be needed. Teyla impatiently grabbed his rear and pulled his hips down while arching her own, forcing him into her. She cried out in pleasure while his breath caught in his throat. She was so hot and tight and wet. Closing his eyes, he fought to control himself as every instinct he had urged him to let loose and thrust savagely into her. He feared hurting her, and he wanted to bring her to release.

When he felt that he had mastered himself, he slid slowly from her. She gasped at the sensation, and he slowly thrust back into her. She thrust up her hips to meet his.

“Harder, thrust harder,” Teyla said breathlessly. He looked at her in fear. He didn’t want to cause her any pain. She felt so delicate beneath him, and her body was so tight around him he was afraid to hurt her. As though sensing his thoughts, she softly encouraged him. “I am not that breakable. You will not hurt me.”

Michael pulled back and thrust into her harder than before, but still very slowly and gently.

“Harder,” she gasped.

He pulled almost completely out of her until only the head of his cock remained inside her. He thrust back into as hard as he dared. She cried out, “Yes!”

He started a rhythm, doing exactly as she’d asked. She met each of his thrusts with one of her own. Michael had thought nothing could feel better than her mouth, but he was wrong. The ecstasy of being inside her, the friction of their bodies moving together, caused another surge of emotion.

He’d never felt so much in his life. Excitement, bitterness, love, and jealousy rushed through him. He was excited about finally being with her like this, being able to pleasure her in such a way. He felt such an intense love for her that his heart ached within him. But, with the excitement and love, came a rush of bitterness. If she knew that it was he, not Kanaan, pleasuring her in such a way, she would never allow it. He knew that Kanaan was below her and the fact that he was able to touch her as Michael did now sent a powerful wave of jealousy through him. As if sensing his inner turmoil, Teyla began to run her hands up and down his arms soothingly. It was then he realized he could touch her in a way Kanaan never could. He could touch her mind.

Michael knew what he was about to do was reckless; she might feel he was not who she thought he was. But he threw caution to the wind. Looking deep into her heated gaze, he reached out with his mind and touched Teyla’s. Surprise filled her face and, for a moment, he thought she knew. However, a second later, she opened her mind to him and let him enter, the same way she’d let him enter her body. He tried to block his identity from her, only letting her feel his emotions and the sensations she gave him. He could feel her ecstasy, what it felt for her to have him inside her. The look of awe and rapture on her face let him know that she could feel what it was like for him as well.

He could feel she was close to orgasm. The spiraling tension in her belly was tightening with each thrust of his hips. He felt her pull her knees up along his sides. The effect was immediate; he was able to enter her even more deeply than he had before, touching the very end of her with each thrust. He began moving faster, feeling through their connection that it was what she needed from him. The muscles of her sex tightened around him, and he felt his own climax approaching. Determined that she would succumb to her release first, he moved harder, faster. Teyla cried out, arching wildly beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Then he felt her sex begin to contract around him, felt as her pleasure rushed through her in waves. Michael couldn’t take all the stimulation and came hard within her. He was lost in a sea of electrifying pleasure, filling Teyla with his seed. He could feel her muscles pulling his essence deeper into her body.

Then something he didn’t even know was possible happened. As they climaxed together, a part of him that he could not control reached out to a part of Teyla. It was like being within his body, feeling everything that happened to him physically, and what happened to her through the connection of their minds. But, at the same time, something he could only describe as his soul joined with something that was just Teyla, touching more intimately than even their bodies. He’d never believed in the human soul. He had always scoffed at the idea as the desperate hope of a mortal race wanting to believe that some part of them continued when their bodies failed. However, he could find no other term to accurately describe it.

As their orgasms subsided, they separated and came back to themselves. Michael immediately pulled out of her mind. He had no idea what had just happened. He was fairly certain this was not normal during human mating. He didn’t move out of her and, though he wanted to look away from her eyes, he didn’t. Fear and uncertainty surged through him. She had to have been able to tell who he truly was. He saw comprehension and realization dawning in her eyes. He expected her to throw him off, call her fellow Athosians and take him back to Atlantis. If she didn’t just kill him outright.

But, Teyla did none of those things. She placed her hand behind his head and pulled him down into a slow, sensual kiss. Their tongues met and dueled lazily and Michael relaxed. When he pulled away from her, his said, “Teyla, I love you.” His voice was rough with emotion as he cupped her face tenderly, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

Clasping the hand that held her cheek, Teyla said, “I know. I, too, care for you a great deal.” There were tears in her eyes, and her voice so soft that he could barely hear her.

He didn’t understand her tears, but the need to comfort her encompassed him. He pulled his softened cock from her and lay down beside her. He pulled her against him, putting his arm beneath her head. But, Teyla moved closer still, placing her head on his chest, over his heart. She slid her arm around him and hugged him. Smiling softly, Michael put his arms around her and held her close. He was unsure what to say to her, so he just held her, kissing the top of her head from time to time. Soon, her breathing evened out, and he knew she’d fallen asleep.

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The hunger in his eyes amazed her, and Teyla couldn’t bring herself to look away from him. She reached between their bodies and took hold of him, guiding him to her entrance. The desire in his eyes was suddenly dimmed by uncertainty. Usually, she would have gently encouraged him, but her need for release had reached an almost painful point. Grasping his backside, she quickly pulled him down while thrusting her hips up to meet his, impaling herself with his length. She cried out as he filled her completely, her body stretching to accommodate him. His eyes darkened with lust and a ferocity that hadn’t been there before. He closed his eyes, as though trying to control himself.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and slid partly out of her. She gasped as pleasure rolled through her. He thrust back into her just as slowly. At another time, she would have loved the slow rhythm, but, at this moment, she needed more friction.

“Harder, thrust harder,” she pleaded. Suddenly, he looked afraid, as though he thought he would hurt her. “I am not that breakable. You will not hurt me,” she reassured him.

He tried it once again, but he was still being far too gentle for her needs. “Harder,” she gasped. He pulled farther out of her than before and anticipation rolled through her. When he thrust back into her, it was forceful and deep and perfect. “Yes!” she cried out, trying to encourage him.

He started a deep, pounding rhythm, sending waves of ecstasy through her. She met him thrust for thrust, increasing the pleasure for both of them. The friction of him moving in and out of her so powerfully began building a delicious tension deep inside her.

Teyla saw the same rush of emotions flash across his face, as though he had some terrible thought. She ran her hands up and down his arms, trying to reassure him that everything was all right. Then she felt him try to enter her mind. Surprise filled her. How was he able to do this? Was it because they both had Wraith DNA? She pushed such thoughts away to contemplate later and opened her mind to him. She instantly felt the pleasure he found in her body and the true depth of his feelings for her. It sent a thrill of pleasure through her to know how much love and adoration he felt for her, but it also amazed and humbled her.

She was getting very close and needed to feel him deeper within her. She pulled her knees back along his sides. Teyla felt the head of his cock hitting the end of her passage instantly. She wanted him to go faster. As soon as she thought it, he accelerated his movements. Their connection made words unnecessary, he could feel her needs. Her internal muscles tightened as she climbed closer to her peak. She felt him moving closer to completion with her. Teyla knew he wanted to feel her come for him and he began thrusting harder and faster than before. She cried out, meeting his hips with frantic thrusts of her own.

She came hard with a cry, her body contracting around him, sending waves of exquisite pleasure rushing through her. Teyla felt him come deep inside her, filling her deepest recesses with squirt after squirt of his hit seed. Through their connected minds, she felt his ecstasy, felt through him the muscles of her sex pulling him deeper into her.

Suddenly, she felt her soul reach out to touch his. She could still feel her body, her pleasure, his body deep inside her, and his mind connected to hers. But some hidden, scared part of her touched the same place within him. It was even more intensely intimate than the connection of their bodies. She felt him, knew him and understood what she had been denying was true all along. This was Michael who had worshipped her body as no other ever had.

Her orgasm ebbed away with his. Their souls separated, and she felt Michael jerk out of her mind. His fear and confusion had been intense in the last seconds he had remained connected to her. He remained atop her, inside her, though he was softening. He stared into her eyes, seeming to resign himself to the fact that she knew and preparing himself for the worst. He still looked vaguely uncertain, however.

She briefly wondered where Kanaan was. Teyla knew that she should be worried, but she had not gotten the sense that Michael had hurt him. She sensed that he had simply removed him from the equation before taking his place. She knew she should be murderous at his deceit, but then she would be lying to herself. She had known all day, deep down, who he really was. She had allowed him such liberties with her body because she had been imagining his touch since their first sparring match when he was Lt. Michael Kenmore. Confusion filled her. Could she have been mistaken in believing that this was Michael? Could it have been that she had wanted this for so long that she had deluded herself into thinking that she had finally gotten her wish? Wasn’t she even now betraying Kanaan with such thoughts in the same way she had once betrayed Michael?

He looked defeated. Her heart ached for him because she knew exactly how he felt for her. She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him into a slow, deep kiss. He relaxed above her, obviously deciding that he had not disappointed her.

When he pulled away from her, he touched her cheek tenderly, caressing her with his thumb. “Teyla, I love you,” he said sincerely. His voice was gravely with unexpressed emotion.

She placed her hand over his. “I know. I, too, care for you a great deal.” Tears burned her eyes. Everything had become so complicated in just a few hours, and she had willingly let it. She could not even bring herself to regret it.

Teyla knew he clearly saw her unshed tears. Concern filled his face, Kanaan’s face. He pulled himself from her and moved to lie next to her. He put his arm beneath her head, but Teyla needed more contact. She snuggled up against him, placing her head on his chest. She could hear the strong, steady beat of his heart. She snaked her arm across his stomach and hugged him as his arms enveloped her. He said nothing, just held her close, occasionally kissing the top of her head. Before she knew it, sleep had over taken her.

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Teyla awoke from a fitful sleep, wrapped in a warm embrace. She experienced strange dreams about Michael all night long. Guilt filled her as memories of the night before surfaced. How could she have possibly thought Kanaan was Michael? The very idea was insane. Thank the Ancestors she had not told Kanaan that she had even entertained such a thought. He felt so much for her. He did not deserve such a blow.

Why did she continue to have such intense feelings for Michael? He had committed atrocities that made her ill. What he had done to the Taranans was inexcusable. She knew that John and the others were convinced that Michael had the same fate in store for her. Teyla, however, did not believe that he truly intended to kill her. Frighten her, yes, but she refused to accept that he would have hurt her. Had John and the rest of her team not been so close, Michael would have removed the Iratus Bug before it began to feed on her. After hearing the gunfire, he knew how close her friends were and chose to flee, knowing they would save her.

Though she did not condone his actions, she knew that it was the fault of the Lanteans and herself that Michael had been driven to such lengths. Remembering him as human increased her guilt. As Lt. Michael Kenmore, he had trusted her above all the others. She could not help but be attracted and, eventually, begin to have real feelings for him. He had been so sweet and eager to please her. Teyla would never forget the look of betrayal in his eyes when he found out who and what he really was. Her deception had cut him deeper than that of the others. She knew from their interactions that he had feelings for her.

Now she had deluded herself into thinking that she had made love to Michael. She did have feelings for Kanaan; however, they were not as strong as those that she had for Michael. She needed to go back to Atlantis and resolve her conflicted emotions before returning to New Athos and Kanaan.

Teyla looked up to see Kanaan watching her. He smiled lovingly at her, and her guilt once again stabbed at her heart. She needed to leave. Now.

“Good morning,” he said, continuing to smile at her sweetly.

She smiled back at him weakly. “Good morning.” She quickly disentangled herself from him and began to dress.

“Where are you going?” He sounded hurt and confused.

“I have a mission later today. I must get back to Atlantis to prepare,” she replied apologetically.

“I’ll walk with you to the Ring of the Ancestors.” He looked crestfallen and sounded so disappointed. He dressed as quickly as she did, and after grabbing her belongings, they made their way back to the Stargate.

After touching foreheads in goodbye, Teyla said, “I do not know when I will be able to return. It may not be for weeks. I am sorry, but we have been very busy on Atlantis.” She hated lying to him, but he deserved her whole heart. She needed to banish her feelings for Michael in order to commit fully to Kanaan. He deserved that much.

“I understand,” he replied. “I will await your return. Be careful.”

“I will,” she promised, dialing the address to Atlantis. After sending her I.D.C. for those in the Gateroom to lower the shield, she turned to him. “Be well. Goodbye, Kanaan.” She kissed him briefly before turning and stepping into the event horizon.

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Michael watched Teyla disappear into the event horizon. Seconds later, the Stargate deactivated. A smile he could no longer repress broke across his face.

Teyla hadn’t slept well the night before. He did not sleep, afraid she would wake up before he did. He was fairly certain his disguise would not continue if he was unconscious, so he watched her. As she slept, he looked into her mind to find out what was troubling her. What he’d seen had surprised him. She was having a rather erotic dream about him. He’d quickly pulled out of her mind, not wanting her to sense him.

This morning, he could feel her guilt. The fact that he could still feel what she was feeling, without being in her mind, was a shocking revelation. Even now, with hundreds of light years between them, he could sense her presence. Whatever had happened between them when they had connected had somehow linked them together. Teyla was obviously unaware of this as of yet. Perhaps it was because she had less Wraith DNA than he, and her telepathic skills were not as advanced as his. He knew instinctively that, should he choose to do so, he could touch her mind now, even with so much distance between them.

Michael walked to the Stargate’s dialing device and entered the address of one of his bases. It was time to put his plan for the Athosians into action. When he was ready, he would use his newly formed connection to Teyla to call her to him. Once Michael had her, he would reveal that it was he who had brought her such pleasure and touched her mind and soul. She would then understand just how much he loved her. Teyla would choose to stay with him and her people. She would rule the galaxy at his side.

The even horizon opened and Michael walked through with anticipation, determination, and hope surging through him.