|ladyniko (ladyniko) wrote in stargate_fic,|
@ 2008-03-22 15:09:00
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|Current music:||The whir of the fans keeping my tower cool|
|Entry tags:||fic:ship, sga|
SGA Fic - Chrysalis Roses of Charasaria Part 2
Title: “Chrysalis Roses of Charasaria” (2/3)
Beta: Shaddyr (whom I need to bring over here!)
Character(s): Lorne, Cadman, Teyla
Genre(s): PWP, Smut, Humor....
Words: 2982 - Part 2
Spoilers: Maybe slight one for Season 3 Sunday
Disclaimer: Oh hell no, I couldn't claim ownership to the 3 mentioned above - they belong to MGM & all that - I'm just borrowing them for a short time here.
Note: This is Part 2 of my answer to the challenge. My prompts were: Accident, Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down. And not much to say about this other than I had a wacky idea to turn most of the command staff into cat people as a spoof on catgirls in fandom and because I still have a snarky line for Rodney about Thundercats still waiting to be used for when he finds out about what's been going on. *laugh*
Again, the fic is under the cut because of adult material and not wanting to spam people's f-list w/ large chunks of text. :)
The next thing Evan know, he was lying back on the soft mattress stripped down to his boxers with Laura straddling his lap.
She nipped lightly across his chest, leaving small red spots in her wake, then dragged the flowers ever so lightly along the same path. Evan shivered, his control slipping even further as he buried his hands in her golden red hair. He pulled her up to his mouth, needing to taste her as she had been tasting him.
“Too much,” he groaned as he pulled away from the kiss to breathe.
“I've only gotten started,” she murmured, her hungry smile revealing hints of her sharp teeth.
“If this is my dream, then why are you still fully clothed?” he demanded, giving in to the need, the throbbing of his blood.
“Because you're slow,” she teased him, arching her back to draw his attention to her low neckline once more.
“Hey, sometimes slow is better,” he countered, his hands moving to undo the ornamental buttons of the outer robe. He had to stop when he reached the sash with its Geisha style knot.
She turned around for him to untie the knot, letting the outer robe drop from her shoulders, hints of black stripes in the reddish golden fur showing through the sheer white under robes.
“You're going to kill me, Cadman,” Evan groaned.
“No, not nearly,” she laughed, the low and throaty sound filling his senses.
Every movement she made was a seduction. She tilted her head back allowing the outer robe body to fall away completely, giving him access to the ties of the under robe and the corseting that so delightfully displayed her breasts.
Evan had to touch her, taste her, make her as desperate with need as he was. He learned quickly how sensitive her breasts were when he sucked on the swollen tips. She biting at her lower lip with her sharpened incisors, unable to catch her breath as she moved against him.
“Too many layers,” he ground out, frustrated he couldn't feel just how wet and hot she was.
Laura slipped free from the shimmering under robes, shoving the garment out of the way. Her stomach was a solid golden red-orange colored fur while the black stripes curved down along her sides. The lines drew his eyes to the point between her legs still covered by a small scrap of navy blue cloth.
Evan gulped as he took in that fact.
“You are trying to kill me, aren't you?”
Her smile was wide, full of mischief, hunger and need, “No, not really. You're going to live a long, long time now.”
Again, the feeling of being caught up in larger than life events niggled at him but I t was gone even as it occurred to him.
It seemed an eternity before Laura shifted off his lap and with an impatient shove, stepped out of the last of her clothing. “No more waiting, no more teasing. You're mine now.”
Using teeth and claws, she divested him of his boxers and her mouth swooped down on his erection. Her tongue swirled around him, cleverly teasing on the sensitive underside. It was torture of the best and worst kind and he didn't know if he'd have a chance to kill her before he died from the extreme need she'd created. And then, right as he was on the edge of a scorching climax, she stopped.
“No, not yet.” Her teasing smile still held that hidden knowledge.
“Laura,” he groaned.
“Don't worry,” she said and slid back up his chest, her pebbled nipples dragging along his skin, making her breathless with her own need. She kissed him, and as their tongues dueled, she rocked against him, seeking relief for her own needs.
“No more teasing,” he gasped as the kiss ended.
“No more,” she agreed, just as breathless.
His fingers trailed down her body, through the fur, leaving her twitching in their wake. He learned how ready she was when his fingers slid beneath the scrap of fabric between him his goal. Her heat almost scorched as his fingers easily slipped into her, gripped by the strong pulsing of her internal muscles. His thumb found her clit and again she clenched around his fingers, her hips grinding hard against the contact. She was so very close and Evan grinned.
“What happens if I do this?” he said, twisting his wrist and rotating the fingers inside of her while he kept the pressure on her clit.
For a split second she froze, her pupils contracted to tight pinpricks and she caught her breath on a sharp intake. Then time restarted for her and splintered with a climax.
He kept one hand on her hip and moved the other to his erection, holding himself at the right angle as he pulled her down on him. Her orgasm worked to pull him in deep and Laura's face at first registered surprise, then pleasure, then hunger as she slid down on him.
“Mine,” she growled. She pulled him up to a sitting position, her mouth nibbled at his neck, taking small bites and soothing him with her tongue. She worked her way up the right side of his neck to his mouth.
“My mate,” she declared softly as they kissed again. She began to work her way down the left side of his neck, only this time, she moved slower, tasting more, licking at the sweat covering his skin.
Evan shuddered, feeling his climax approaching hard and fast, but his mother had always taught him ladies first. To that end, he put his hands on her hips and angled them just so as she came forward.
“Yes, oh gods, yes,” she chanted against his neck.
Her release started out small, then built to crash over her like a wave crashing onto a beach. She arched back with a cry and he leaned in to suckle the pulse point on her neck as she continued to move against him. As the contractions started to ease, she dropped her head forward again.
“Mine, all mine, my mate,” she whispered in his ear.
Evan shuddered as she licked once more at the muscle junction of his left shoulder and neck. She bit down hard and the pleasure/pain overload had him screaming out in shock as his climax tore through him.
“You are my mate,” Laura whispered once more.
Evan woke with a jolt, his heart pounding as adrenaline flooded his system. He wondered what had awakened him at first. Everything was calm, the sounds of the early morning birds chirruping could be heard outside the open window. There was a gentle breeze blowing that billowed out the curtains for a moment, revealing the gray light of a pre-dawn morning.
Why was he awake? He thought, trying to work through the adrenaline rush. Then, he remembered. Oh. The dream.
He looked around the room once more to see if it was a dream or reality, but he was alone in the room and there was no sign of anything or anyone being in the room with him, aside from the mess he'd made of the covers.
Yeah, there was no way he was going to get back to sleep now. He scrubbed his face tiredly with his hands and untangled himself from the bed linens before grabbing what he would need to take a cold shower.
He felt like he was in a daze as he walked into the large bathing chamber. He was brought up short by the sight of Teyla soaking in the large tub, clouds of scented steam rising from the warm water around her. Her head was resting against a rolled up towel on the edge of the extra large bath and her eyes were closed.
“Teyla?” he questioned, feeling like he was intruding.
She opened her eyes and gave him a warm smile, “Good morning, Major Lorne.”
“You're up early,” he commented.
“I am used to awakening with the sunrise. I also have to admit, I was feeling slightly under the weather.” She said, breathing in deeply the scented air.
Evan blinked. He couldn't ever really recall Teyla being sick before. Injured yes, but sick? No. “Will you be all right?”
“It will pass. I came to soak and breathe in the soothing herbs to settle my stomach,” she answered, taking another deep breath of the scented air.
“You'll be all right for tonight, won't you?” he asked, not quite convinced.
“Oh yes, I will be more than recovered by tonight,” Teyla assured him with a warm smile. “This is only a temporary condition.”
“Oh. In that case, I'll leave you be,” he said, turning to go.
“You do not have to leave, Major,” she said.
“I don't want to disturb you...”
“You will not. There is a shower over in the corner you can use,” she tilted her head towards the corner where he could see a closed off shower stall through the mists hanging in the room.
“Ah, thanks, Teyla,” he said and made his way over to it.
The cold shower did finish waking him up, and helped him to push back the all too disturbing images from the dream. He was classifying it as just that – a dream – and blaming it on the face full of flowers he had gotten the night before from Cadman. McKay was always going on about how 'dangerous' pollen was. Maybe this time the scientist was actually on to something.
Later that morning Ke'elinn joined them for breakfast and conscripted Teyla and Laura into preparations in the grand temple for that night. Laura turned almost panicked eyes to her CO, hoping for a reprieve, until Teyla's gentle laughter assured the lieutenant that it wouldn't be nearly as bad as she was thinking.
Rollins and Martinez wanted to go back to the grand bazaar and do some shopping as well as get a better look at more of the city itself. That left Evan with the day free to himself. It was exactly what he had been hoping for, but had doubted would happen when his team had drawn this assignment. He wanted to do a color pencil sketch of the grand temple. It wasn't often he got to sit back, enjoy a beautiful day and spend it doing nothing more than some sort of artwork.
The group split up, with Teyla and Laura heading to the temple with Tau'amma and Rollins and Martinez heading off with Ke'elinn into the city.
Evan took his pencils and sketch pad and went looking for the best spot to do his sketching.
Laura relaxed a bit While she was relieved by Teyla's assurances, she still wanted a little bit more information. “So, what do these 'preparations' entail again?”
“It will mostly be like a 'day spa' as I believe Kate has described a similar experience.”
“A spa day as in nothing more than someone pampering you all day long as you soak in a jacuzzi, get a massage, get your hair and nails done?”
“In essence, yes. It will be a day of rest, relaxation and meditation before tonight's ceremony.”
“Oh cool. This I think I can handle,” Laura said with a grin, tilting her head back to feel the sun on her face.
Teyla exchanged a knowing look with Tau'amma that Laura missed. Tonight would prove interesting indeed.
The first stop was to meet with Ke'elanna and her apprentice Te'elanna to learn the schedule of events. Next, they were ushered off to the baths where the Mistress of the Baths took them in hand. She served the two women a soothing tea blend while they first relaxed in a sauna.
A few minutes after finishing the tea, Laura made a confession, “Teyla, I think the heat's getting to me. I'm starting to feel a bit light headed.”
“Then, let us head to the pools to cool down,” Teyla said, rising smoothly to her feet and offering Laura a hand up.
Following Teyla's lead, Laura sank deep in the cooler, but still warm water of the pool and relaxed, allowing the buoyant water to support her body.
“I have to admit, this is a lot better than I thought this was going to be,” Laura admitted in a languid voice. “It's not often we get a chance to do just something so relaxing.”
“Just relax, Laura, there is more to come,” Teyla replied.
Laura didn't realize until later how much more there was to come. Before she knew it, she was surrounded by Teyla, Ke'elenna, Di'anestra and Se'istralla. Her muscles tensed, she prepared herself for a fight. However, Teyla put a hand on her shoulder and said, “Relax, Laura. They mean you no harm. Lay back and let us support you.”
“I...” Laura tried to protest. She felt that she was on the edge of a precipice with a yawning chasm under feet. One wrong step and she could fall.
“Easy, Laura, just breathe deep and let us support you,” Teyla encouraged.
If Teyla said it was all right, then it had to be okay, Laura reasoned, laying back to float in the water. Besides – cultural exchange and all that.
The Charasarian women supported her weight easily and with Teyla, began chanting in their liquid tongue. The world spun away, leaving her feeling disconnected from her body, but completely aware of what was going on. She could feel something happening to her and knew she should be concerned, she just was too relaxed and at the same time, energized by the chant. The rational part of her mind kept track of everything but even that seemed to accept what was happening and not complain loudly enough for her to break free of the spell the Charasarians and Teyla seemed to be weaving around her.
Time flew and in other ways, it dragged on, leaving her in a heightened state of awareness and anticipation.
When she finally got a look at herself in a mirror, she couldn't believe how different she looked. While her eyes were still the same moss green as before, now they had slit cat-like pupils, and her teeth were sharpened and pointed. That was just the least of the changes. Her body was running at a slightly elevated temperature as she changed and became something else - Charasarian. The hows, and whys of it escaped her for the current time. Ke'elanna had said something about being Chosen by their gods, but it hadn't made much sense at the time. Now, she was beginning to see. She stared at the fur that was covering her chest – it was the golden red/orange of a Bengal tiger, just like the rest of her body. Her arms, legs and torso had black stripes mixing in.
“Wow,” she said, sitting down heavily in the chair in front of the mirror, her blue robes rustling as she sat. “I look so...”
“Changed?” Teyla asked, coming to stand by her right shoulder, dressed in a similar, but red robe.
“Yeah,” Laura answered, still mesmerized by her new appearance. “How am I going to explain this to Dr. Weir and Colonel Sheppard when I get back? Or hell, for that matter, Major Lorne?”
“Do not worry,” Teyla soothed. “All will be clear in time.”
With a start, Laura noticed that Teyla was different as well. Her eyes widened with surprise. “You've changed too?”
“Yes,” Teyla replied, a small smile showing off her sharpened teeth.
“I, I really don't know what to say.” Laura tried to reason it out, but couldn't, thoughts all a-jumble. Something was happening to her and her body was burning with a new kind of fever. Her breathing sped up and she found herself more aware of her surroundings and her body than she had ever been in her life.
A quiet chuckle from Teyla had her looking to the changed Athosian woman once more, and new knowledge, new awareness spread through her. She knew now that she wasn't alone. Dr. weir, the Colonel, Teyla and, now, Dr. Heightmeyer, Kate, were all changed, Chosen. Gods Blessed, like her.
“Now you begin to see, Laura, newest of the Gods Blessed Chosen,” Ke'elanna said, her own robes swirling around her ankles as she stepped into the room. “However, you have a ways to go this evening and it is time to allow Di'anestra and Se'istralla to attend you and your Clan Mate Teyla to finish your preparations for tonight.”
Laura fought to keep from squirming with impatience. She wanted, needed... needed what? No, strike that. Who. Whom did she need? Lorne. She needed Evan Lorne. He was her Mate and he needed to become part of the Clan.
“Now you being to understand,” was Teyla's quiet comment as she fastened necklace with a large garnet pendant around her neck and smoothed it in place.
Soon, but not soon enough for Laura, she was finally pronounced finished by Di'anestra and could not believe it was her own reflection in the mirror. She wore a golden necklace with a lapis pendant that had gold veins running through it and the neckline of her robe was so low, she was sure her breasts were going to fall out any second. Her teammates, in particular, her CO, her Mate, Major Lorne, were going to have their tongues hanging out of their mouths when they saw her tonight.
Oh, that brought up another question. She turned to Teyla when they were following Ke'elanna out of the dressing room and through the hallways of temple.
“Do not worry, Laura,” Teyla assured her. “Those who are not Clan will not see the Change. Not yet.”
She could tell there was more that Teyla was not telling her, but the sound of horns heralding their arrival made Laura's thoughts jump track and fill her with even more anticipation for the coming night.
to be continued in a moment! ;)