ladyniko (ladyniko) wrote in stargate_fic, @ 2008-03-22 23:42:00 |
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Current music: | SG1 S05E14 - 48 Hours |
Title: “Chrysalis Roses of Charasaria” (3/3)
Author: ladynikoBeta: Shaddyr
Character(s): Lorne, Cadman, Teyla
Genre(s): PWP, Smut, Humor....
Rating: Adult
Words: 4082 - Part 3
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 3 of my answer to the challenge. My prompts were: Accident, Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down.
I have never claimed sanity - especially not while writing this piece. (And, I need some Cadman and Lorne icons!) So, laugh, read and enjoy this crack piece. :)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lorne and the remainder of his team had a front row ticket to the evening's festivities. The High Priestess and Grand Matriarch stood next to him with her First Mate, Be'elinn standing at her right shoulder.
Ke'elinn had been right about his mate, Te'elanna was glowing. She had that softness and radiant glow of a happy, expectant mother – it reminded Lorne of his sister before each of his nephews had been born. Calm and composed, she walked to the front and center of the dais with Ke'elinn at her side.
Lorne wasn't prepared for how damn hot Teyla and Cadman looked when they followed the two out onto the dais. He swallowed noisily, trying not to let his jaw hang open.
“Damn man,” he heard Rollins mutter quietly to his left. “If I didn't know Teyla could take me down in no time flat stick fighting and Cadman could blow me up - ”
Martinez whistled soundlessly and exhaled a soft, “Holey freakin' moley.”
Ke'elanna laughed, “They do look quite magnificent, don't they?”
“I won't disagree with you ma'am. Not at all,” Evan answered, shaking his head.
The ceremony called for audience participation. Ke'elanna provided them with the correct responses and Be'elinn had goblets of wine for them when it came time to offer toasts to the goddess in thanks for a good harvest.
Before they knew it, the ceremony was over and Teyla and Laura stepped down to rejoin their team. They mingled, laughed, and joked with the Charasarians and each other.
“Man, Cadman, can I just say you look damn hot tonight?” Rollins asked, his tongue loosened by the free flowing wine.
“I think you can,” Laura answered, laughing. “I have to say the Charasarians really know how to make a person look good.”
Evan got the feeling there was a hidden meaning in her words, especially after the look she gave Teyla. The women seemed to share a hidden joke.
He shook his head and gave up trying to puzzle it out. He drank some more of the wine instead, enjoying its light, sweet taste.
The Charasarian party swirled and flowed around them, breaking the small group up again and then, reuniting them as things were winding down for the night.
Evan fought back a yawn as they were escorted out of the main temple and back to their guest quarters.
“Hey Major, what's the agenda for tomorrow?” Rollins asked when they got back to the cottage.
“Ask me tomorrow,” he replied before checking his watch. He groaned when he realized how late it was. “Oh hell. Make that later today. After I've gotten some sleep.” Evan paused at the door of the guest cottage he'd been assigned to with Teyla and Laura and tried very hard not to think about how damn hot he thought Cadman was. She was one of the marines, he sternly lectured himself. He had to keep thinking of her as his 2IC, or else he was going to end up charged with sexual harassment. After she finished kicking his ass.
Suddenly, feeling completely worn out and none too steady on his feet, he nodded good night and made his way to the main bedroom and the super comfortable, raised platform bed.
He shut the bedroom door behind him then lost his balance as he fumbled with the lock. Narrowly avoiding falling flat on his face, he finally made it to the steps to the bed where he sank down to remove his boots and BDUs. Protocol dictated that he shouldn't leave his fatigues laying there in a heap, but damn if he was going to do that now. His head was swimming too much.
“Man, that wine had more of a kick than I realized,” he muttered as he crawled up on the bed. He didn't bother to pull down the patterned quilt before he collapsed face first into the pillows.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Laura gave an impatient growl, “I thought they were never going to leave.”
“I believe the saying from your world is 'Patience is a virtue?'” Teyla teased.
“Patience is something that I don't have right now,” Laura answered, pacing the front room. She wanted out of her too confining clothes now. Hell, she felt like she was going to come out of her skin at this rate. “How much longer before the drugs in the wine takes effect?”
“It should be very soon. No more than a half-hour at most before he will be in the right frame of mind for you,” Teyla answered, leading Laura back to their bedroom. “Come, let me help you get out of your robes.”
“Right,” Laura answered absently, staring at the closed master bedroom door. Her Mate. He would be hers and a member of the Clan come sun up.
Oh, there was so much more knowledge that was just out of reach, but one thing was clear – she could see how Evan would look after the Change. Her Mate was going to be a cougar. His rich tan/brown/black coat would only serve to enhance his damn sexy, changeable eyes. She'd always thought he had sexy eyes, but she'd never imagined she would ever have a chance to tell him.
She shivered with need, wanting to be with him now. She'd been waiting the better part of the afternoon and the whole evening; she didn't want to wait any longer.
“Only a few minutes longer, Laura,” Teyla soothed, undoing the intricate bow to remove the outer robe and loosen the strings of the hidden corset. Laura let it fall from her body, so only the sheer white robe remained. Her sandals quickly were kicked to the side and forgotten.
Laura's hands were trembling slightly as she returned the favor for Teyla. “How can you be so calm, Teyla?” she asked, pacing the bedroom. “I feel like I'm going to crawl right out of my skin!”
“What you feel is the Change,” Teyla explained, her voice was a beacon of serenity amidst Laura's roiling emotions. “It calls to you as you become Charasarian. You will run hotter now - your blood is being cleansed as your body was today.”
Luara stopped and looked at Teyla for a moment, her head cocked to the side. Then, the answer occurred to her. “You mean that my birth control pills are no longer effective?”
Teyla nodded. “Yes. And, during the Atlantis full moon, you will burn the hottest for your Mate.”
Laura hadn't thought about it before, but now she found, instead of terrifying her, it only served to heighten her awareness of the man, Mate, sleeping in the next room.
An impossibly long time passed before Teyla judged that Evan was in the right suggestive state.
Laura had all but dashed out the door, when Teyla called out to her.
“Wait just one more moment.”
She stopped reluctantly, the soft voice pulling her back from the edge, and turned to see what Teyla wanted.
Teyla gave her a wicked grin as she held out the long sashes from their robes.
“You might need these.”
Laura's eyes lit up, as she regarded the heavy, brocade fabric and considered the possibilities. Full of mischief she took the sashes with a murmured 'thank you' and made her way to Evan's room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The lock on Evan's door ridiculously easy to bypass. A pin from her hair and a few deft maneuvers to fool the lock pins and she was in. A boyfriend back in that brief summer between high school and college who'd been a journeyman lock smith had taught her everything she knew about picking locks.
She shut the door behind her, leaving it unlocked. Teyla would leave them undisturbed for however long it took to bring Evan into the Clan.
Evan was on his back, one arm flung up over his head and one leg partially bent and raised at the knee. This was going to be oh so good. The chrysalis rose wine had worked to lower his defenses, and the pollen from the flowers was filling the room. Laura understood now that the pollen served to bring hidden desires to the forefront and that was why it was such a highly sought after commodity.
Her robe rustling as she crossed the room to his side, she formed her plan of action. She licked her lips in anticipation. She couldn't wait to taste his skin and feel him inside of her.
Evan didn't fully awaken when she worked the boxers down off his hips, but groaned in his sleep at the teasing licks and nips she placed along his waist line. She was certain that the wine and the flowers wouldn't keep him under if she tried to take his shirt off, so she left it on him for the moment. She took advantage of his one arm already being flung over his head and wrapped the sash around his wrist. Once it was secured with a solid knot, she began kissing and nipping at the right side of his neck. When he instinctively raised his hand to run his fingers through her hair, she captured it and used the sash to bind it up to the other wrapping the remainder around the bedpost.
“There,” she whispered. “Now, you're tied up, nice and safe and not going anywhere anytime soon.”
Evan stirred, half opening his eyes, looked at her. “I'm dreaming again.” His eyes fluttered closed, and she could see he was suspended that strange place between dream and wakefulness, truly believing what was happening was only in his mind.
“It's a dream that's only just beginning,” she whispered in his ear with a husky laugh.
She slithered back down his body, kissing, stroking and nipping at his skin as she went, shoving his shirt up so she could get to his chest, needing access to as much of his skin as she could get.
With a feral grin, she wrapped her hand around the base of his erection and closed her mouth down over it and began her task of waking him up and bringing him into the Clan.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Evan was dreaming again. This time he was aware that his hands were tied up, and that annoyed him. He wanted to run his hands through the stunning red hair that was still artfully pinned up from the night's ceremony.
Why he was dreaming about Cadman he didn't know (or want to), because oh god, she knew what she was doing, licking him up like an ice cream cone and the pleasure was so incredible and he didn't think he could hold out much longer.
“Oh God, don't let this end before I wake up, even if I am going to hell for dreaming about Cadman like this,” he thought.
There was a soft chuckle. “Number one – You're not dreaming. Number two – it's gods – plural, and number three, you're not going to hell. Not for this, anyway.”
Evan opened his eyes to see Laura Cadman with one hand wrapped around his straining erection. He was so going to hell.
“Uhm, Cadman?”
“It's a little late for last names only, don't you think?” she said with a wicked grin, sliding her hand up his cock.
Evan really tried to ignore that, but oh man, did she ever know what she was doing and hell if it wasn't just killing him. But, he still was her CO and that meant he couldn't let his 2IC run her hand up and down his cock no matter how good it felt. He tried to pull his hands down to push her off him, only to discover the part of his dream about being tied up was real.
He yanked on his bindings, trying to work himself free, but she'd tied the knots too well.
“You know, this could be classified as assaulting your CO, Cadman,” he said, biting back the groan building up in his chest at the knowing strokes of her hand. “After all, you've got me tied up here.”
“It could, yes, but I don't think you'll be arguing with me for too much longer.” Laura flashed him another smile and Evan thought it had to be a trick of the moonlight, because her teeth seemed sharper and her eyes looked different.
Then she swooped down to take the swollen and ever so sensitive head of his cock into her mouth and there was no more holding back the moans.
He thrashed against his bonds, desperate to be free, torn between conflicting desires to push her away and pull her closer.
“Relax,” she said after releasing him. “Stop fighting me, Evan. I know how to tie a knot and you're not getting free until I say so.”
He looked up at her again and this time, he knew it wasn't just a trick of the moonlight. She was different. “You, ah, want to tell me what's going on here, Laura?”
Her full smile showed off her sharpened teeth, “It's the Change.”
Evan tried to concentrate, to keep her talking and distracted from using her mouth or hand on that part of his body that was all but weeping for her to continue. “What is the Change?”
“You'll see,” she answered and took him in her mouth again.
Evan was lost. His head was spinning and she was just too damned good. His sense of smell seemed to be enhanced – her scent was richer than he could recall and with her richer scent, he could smell her desire. It was a potent cocktail that only made him harder and even more desperate to be inside of her.
“Oh god, Laura, you're killing me,” he exhaled, tugging uselessly at the sashes securing his wrists. He wanted, needed to run his hands through her hair and pull her up so he could kiss her senseless.
“Not nearly,” she answered with another soft laugh.
“I'm not going to last here,” he groaned, thumping his head back against the pillow under his head in frustration.
“Oh, but you will. The wine and the flowers will see to that,” she stated, releasing him to sit up and remove her diaphanous robe. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let the garment drop to her waist.
There was something in what she told him, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care, not when he caught site of her changed body. She looked exactly like his dream the night before.
“I'm dreaming, I got to be dreaming,” He managed when he could form semi-coherent thoughts again.
“Does this feel like you're dreaming?” she teased with another firm stroke up his erection, keeping the light pressure just enough to ratchet up his desire without bringing him to a climax.
He missed her touch as she stood up and he watched her with a hunger he could no longer deny as she allowed the robe to fall to the floor. She saw him watching and smiled, making a show of it as she shimmied out her underpants. Navy bikini panties, just like in his dream. He shuddered again
“You are going to be the death of me, Laura,” he groaned.
“Not nearly,” she disagreed as she climbed back on the bed, to straddle his hips. She leaned forward to kiss him and then slid down hot and slick around him, and it was so much better than he'd ever dreamed.
Breaking the kiss, Laura leaned back and began to rock her hips against him, chanting in a liquid language he recognized as Charasarian from the cadences and the flowing sounds. Though he couldn't understand the words, listening to her chant only served to fuel his desire. He was burning up from the inside and he struggled against his bindings wanting, needing to touch her. He bucked his hips hard against her and she stumbled in her chant, her claws pricking his stomach as struggled for breath and balance. She clenched around him and he almost came there.
When she finished the first stanza it was like he was hit with an arctic blast from his head down to his toes. It took his breath away, but was immediately filled followed an intense tingling, jittery and wired, like too much coffee, not enough sleep and overwhelmed with the need to move, to do something before he lost what was left of his sanity.
Laura leaned in to kiss him once more intense and deep, leaving them both out of breath before she started the second stanza. This time, he was hit with a roaring blast of heat that rushed up his body from his toes up to his hair.
He looked at her, his confusion easy to read his face, but unable to find the words to ask her what was happening.
She gave him a mysterious smile, “The gods are laying their blessings on you.”
Still keeping her rhythm too slow to suit his frantic need, she began to chant once more. This time when she finished, Lorne felt a cool breeze rush over him from his right and he could swear he tasted honeysuckle in her kiss.
She sped up her pace as she continued into the fourth stanza. Her breathy pauses, the trembling of her thighs each time she came back down on him, the faster and harder contractions of her internal muscles, along with the way her claws were kneading him told him how close she was to her own climax.
He was going out of his mind and could hear her heart beating as wildly as his own. It was beyond anything he'd ever experienced, and with each word she spoke, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to what he knew was going to be the most incredible climax he could ever remember.
Laura finished the chant with a triumphant cry that was more than human. As she convulsed around him, Evan followed her with his own mind-altering orgasm, crying out in a voice that he didn't even recognize as his own.
Laura continued to move against him, leaning down to capture his mouth for another devastating kiss. “Mine,” she whispered against his mouth at the end of the kiss.
“Yours,” he agreed, the only answer he had to give.
She moved in to nip along his jaw, then trailed kisses down the left side of his neck before settling in to suckle at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. The feel of her changed, roughened tongue against his skin made him shiver and hard again.
“Mine,” she repeated between licks and small bites. Then he heard, “My Mate,” and she bit down hard and the pleasure/pain overload that sent him off into another even more powerful climax with Laura following him over.
Evan wasn't sure of how much time had passed before he was able to breathe normally again. Laura was draped over his chest, her breathing slowing down, matching his. On some level, he knew it should freak him out, but it only felt right, like they belonged together.
He nuzzled her hair, inhaling her new scent. He was amazed at his newly sharpened sense of smell much sharper and his drastically improved hearing. He could hear the blood rushing through their veins as they laid there, the song of a night bird cooing nearby and if he was not mistaken, he could hear Teyla's breathing from the other side of the guest cottage.
Laura quietly said, “To borrow a phrase, 'And so it begins.'”
“What?” He wished his hands were free so he could wrap his arms around her. The word Mate floated to the surface, but he wasn't ready to acknowledge that word yet.
“The Change. Can't you feel it?” she asked, tilting her head up to look at him. Her eyes glowed in the moonlight.
“The Change,” he repeated and knew she was right. That was the jittery feeling.
“Yes,” she said, nipping at his lower lip. “The Charasarian gods chose us.”
He knew there was more he should be asking her, but that jittery feeling intensified, making him tug at the knots that held him. This time, he felt the fabric gave a little.
“No, wait,” Laura exclaimed, abruptly sitting up. The site of her lush breasts sent a bolt of lust through him, and she gave him a smile full of promise, “We'll get back to that.”
She leaned forward to undo the knots, bringing her breasts up to his face. It was too much temptation and Evan sucked one of the tawny nipples into his mouth and gently bit down on it.
A sharp intake of breath was the verbal cue of her appreciation. Her heart rate spiked and he could see the pulse throb in her throat as a small tremor ran through her body. She freed one wrist and he brought the arm down to run his fingers through the fur covering her body, making her quiver.
“Ticklish, are we?” he teased.
“Yes, and if you tickle me again, I won't finish untying you,” she mock-threatened him.
He held off tickling her further, as she worked on freeing him of the other sash. “Does this mean I'll get to tie you up later on?”
She laughed huskily and answered, “Maybe later. Much later.”
Once his other hand was free, he wrapped it in her hair, “I've wanted to do this all night.” He pulled the pins from it so it tumbled freely down her back and over her shoulders.
Laura hummed her approval and slid back down him to nip at his lower lip and which she followed up with a long, slow kiss.
He ran lightly his hands over her fur covered body mapping and exploring it before lifting them up to cup her breasts, his thumbs working the swollen tips. Evan flipped them over before gliding into her welcoming body once more, barely noticing how his own body was changing as they worked towards another blistering climax.
Afterwards, they slept for a short time. As dawn broke over the eastern sky, they were in the truly decadent bathing chamber that was resembled a Roman bath of old. Evan pinned Laura up against the side of the large bathing pool and had her screaming out another climax when the morning sun first shone through the skylights.
He knew they should be sore from their gymnastics, but it seemed that with the Change, they healed faster and were harder to 'damage.' More was becoming clear as the sun rose. He could see the mixed brown/tan/black fur covering his body, the short, sharp claws and like Laura - his Mate - he had sharpened teeth that he had put to good use leaving his own mark on her.
Laura wrapped herself around him said, “We're eventually going to have to get out of here, you know.”
“Not yet. We've got all day, remember?” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“Yes, we do,” she answered, tilting her head back to allow him better access to her neck.
They came together again and this time, he was the one that shattered first with her close behind him.
Waterlogged, they finally crawled out of the pool, and spent time drying each other off as they did exploring each other with slow caresses.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was late morning when their stomachs drove them out of the bedroom for something to eat. They found a lavish display of food had been delivered for them from the kitchens in the Great Temple.
Teyla was sitting at the table with a plate of fruit sipping from a cup of tea. She smiled at them and said, “I was wondering when you were going to take a break to come eat.”
Evan focused his newly enhanced gaze on her and saw how she truly appeared. “You're Changed?”
“Yes,” she said with a nod. She waved a hand to the food and said, “I would suggest you fill your plates and sit. There is much to be said.”
Evan blinked at her use of his first name. “Teyla?”
“Welcome to the Clan,” she said with a knowing smile.