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Jennifer's pressing up against her, rubbing her front against Teyla's hip, nosing at her neck, little snuffles whispering over the junction where neck meets shoulder.
"C'mon Teyla, please, I just—I feel so goddamn horny all the time, and let me tell you that that's not all that funny when you're spending the better part of your day looking at mysterious space rashes on big bad soldiers' private parts because they can't be bothered to look where they drop their pants, especially when all you can think about is your Alpha's knot inside your private parts." Jennifer's whining so sweetly, pulling at the front of Teyla's blouse and trying to steer her toward her office desk, and god, Teyla is tempted to simply follow her lead, bend her over her desk and breedfuckknotpumpherfullofseed, the first pup not even born yet but already craving to put another one into her mate.
(Would permanently keep her heavy with child, beautiful and glowing and so obviously Teyla's, if the notion wasn't so archaic.)
Instead she breathes deeply through her mouth, tries to inhale as little as possible of Jennifer's enticing smell (a useless endeavor if ever there was one, considering the sticky-candied smell of honey and dried lavender and pregnant Omega has been so deeply imprinted into Teyla's soul, she would be able to recognize it even if she had lost all other abilities for coherent thought).
So she resigns herself to her fate, gently leads her mate backward toward her desk and heaves Jennifer onto it, legs invitingly splayed for Teyla to nestle in-between them, hands on Jennifer's thighs as she presses her upper body against the Omega's, her own stomach bumping against her mate's larger one.
Jennifer's chanting excitedly, yes, yes yes, hooks her legs around the back of Teyla's thighs as if she could pull her any closer. As Teyla wraps her arm around Jennifer's middle, she makes out a quiet crinkle, picks up the saccharine smell of artificial sweetener and peanuts.
At her puzzled look, Jennifer laughs breathily, hair unruly and wild and beautiful, and she reaches into her jacket pocket to pull out the creased wrapper of a power bar. "It's weird. McKay keeps giving them to me, and it's even weirder that I keep accepting them. I mean, I don't know, should I be more concerned about him willingly sharing food, or that I'm actually hungry enough to accept?"
Teyla smiles, draws a line down from Jennifer's neck to her collarbone, fingers teasing just above her breasts. "I think he simply feels sympathetic toward your pregnant state. It may already have been two years since he was pregnant himself, but I don't believe it is something he will forget anytime soon."
Jennifer snorts. "Yeah, thought that might be it. Still, it's… spooky. McKay, willingly sharing food. And it didn't even take Armageddon but just me getting knocked up for him to develop basic human decency."
Can't hide her amused huff at that because, yes, that does indeed sound like her teammate.
But her teammate is not who Jennifer should be thinking about.
So Teyla grabs the wrapper out of Jennifer's hand, places it on the desk. Puts her palms on Jennifer's shoulders, glides them down the length of her arms, along the teasing bit of bare skin where her jacket has ridden up. Up her side, caresses the side of one breast, then along the collar. Finally she pulls the zipper of the jacket down, chuckles at the unexpected amount of revealed skin. "No t-shirt?" she teases, lets her fingers dance over the small bump of Jennifer's stomach. Indulges, just for a moment, in the possessive heat welling up inside of her, the feeling of yesthispupmatemine almost unbearable as her mind screams at her to take, take, take, righthererightnow.
Jennifer actually blushes, lovely red high up on her cheeks. "It's just—my t-shirts have started feeling so restrictive, and the jacket's two sizes too big and feels so good against my naked skin, and—"
"And it is also mine." Words pass her lips as her fingers play with the seam of one sleeve, the neatly stitched hole Teyla fixed right after a truly horrible mission almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Jennifer bites her lip, nods like she expects a reprimand. "Yeah," she concedes. "The jacket's also yours." And it calms me, and I love it, her mate doesn't say, but can't stop the notion from being conveyed through their bond, a content buzz of satisfaction and happiness.
It warms Teyla, warms her from within, a happy, lucky feeling bubbling up inside her that threatens to overwhelm her, and from Jennifer's pleased look she can feel it, too.
So she hooks her fingers through the belt loops and eases the BDU's down Jennifer's thighs, the cute cotton panties she's come to learn Jennifer prefers over simple or bold designs a welcome sight. Teases along the slit, baby blue cotton already soaked, slick oozing out at the leg seams, running down pale thighs.
Bows her head and licks over Jennifer's cunt once, the taste of her warm and wet and familiar. But that's not her intention, not what she's here for; if she were to indulge in the magnificent taste of her mate, she would be lost for hours, simply wanting to lick and suck and savor, make Jennifer writhe and whine and beg, come on her tongue alone, over and over again.
So instead she pushes her fingers into Jennifer's mouth. Her Omega obligingly starts sucking on the digits, coats them in saliva as her tongue roams around the spaces in-between, bumps against the short nails and teases at the tips.
She draws a wet line down Jennifer's stomach, plays with the golden bed of curls. Pulls at one labia to reveal the pink insides of Jennifer's cunt, wet and gorgeous and ready for Teyla.
Thumb on her clit and pinky stroking along the inside of her labia, Teyla carefully eases first her fourth and then her third finger into Jennifer, runs her second up to join her thumb so she can squeeze her clit.
It doesn't take much to make Jennifer come these days, not with her hormones keeping her seemingly constantly on edge. Curling her fingers into Jennifer, she rubs and thrusts, in and out and in circles, her knuckles bumping against the constricting walls of Jennifer's cunt as she keeps a steady slew of attention on her clit. Leans forward to bite the top of Jennifer's bra, pull it down so she can mouth at the exposed nipple, flick her tongue over the perky nub, use just the right amount of teeth on the pink areola around. Puts her free hand on Jennifer's hip, teases her nails over their mating mark, the pleased hiss of belonging sizzling through their bond going straight to her dick.
"My beautiful Omega," Teyla murmurs, reverently, "the mother of my child. Bestowing upon me the gift of a pup, the greatest honor of all." And she can't help it; Jennifer's needy whine, the little puffs dancing past her lips, the way she rocks down on Teyla's fingers, like she's trying to swallow her hand whole, pull her in until Teyla can touch the pup growing inside her womb, is driving her mad.
She presses her cock against Jennifer's knee, ruts against it, hisses at the welcome relief, and it seems that is the last stroke, all that Jennifer is able to take; a hitching sound and she stills around Teyla's fingers. And Teyla's mesmerized, utterly mesmerized by the dazed look on Jennifer's face, the half-open mouth and the pleasure-glazed eyes. Jennifer's absolutely gone, completely lost to her orgsam, and before she knows it Teyla's moving her fingers again. But there's nothing sweet or attentive about it, this time, her fingers pistoning in and out of Jennifer, vicious thrusts that accompany Jennifer through her orgasm, Teyla's thumb firmly pressed against her clit and exerting as much pressure as she dares, and Jennifer actually sobs, honest to god sobs, hips twitching back and forth like she can't decide whether to meet the brutal pace of Teyla's fingers or try to escape from it.
Eventually she settles down, though, thighs still quivering around Teyla's arm but hips unmoving, and she slumps forward, forehead against Teyla's, rapidly blinking away stray tears.
Sharing air, eyes locked, Teyla leans forward for an unhurried kiss, a whisper-meeting of lips. Jennifer licks at one corner of Teyla's mouth but leaves it at that, instead leans back and wiggles in place.
Teyla takes the unvoiced hint and finally pulls her fingers out of Jennifer's cunt, the digits white and wet with slick and come, and before Teyla can so much as think, Jennifer lifts Teyla's hand to her mouth and starts sucking her own come off her fingers, scrumptious slick Teyla could gorge herself on disappearing on her tongue. Her face is flushed and her hand still shaking from her orgasm, but she's entirely focused on her task.
The sight reminds Teyla of her own rigid erection, cock straining against her pants. She reaches for the button of her pants, but Jennifer bats her hands away, gives her a smile. "Let me," she says, unbuttons Teyla's BDUs, then eases both her pants and underwear down in one motion, Teyla's cock eagerly jumping out, making Jennifer giggle.
The first touch of Jennifer's socked toes on her cock has Teyla breathless, a shudder wrecking her entire body, already so sensitive from the aftershock of her omega's release humming happily through their bond. The pressure of her toes and the softness of her white sock present such contrasting sensations. Jennifer runs her toes down the shaft to the base, teases up to Teyla's navel, then draws a line down to one of Teyla's balls, wriggles her toes to create a tickling sensation against the soft skin. Teyla tries to lean into the touch, quietly edge Jennifer on, but Jennifer stops her with her other foot on Teyla's thigh, pushes her back and tuts playfully.
Teyla gives a little snuffle in protest, but otherwise accepts her Omega's reprimand, and is rewarded with Jennifer's foot moving once again, heel carefully circling the head as she curls her toes against the base, scratching lightly with her toenails. Rubs upwards until it's the ball of her foot rubbing circles, and the fabric of her socks catches in the slit. Teyla hisses, the feeling painful yet somehow… surprisingly good.
And then Jennifer leans forward, her pregnant stomach bumping against her own thigh, and she puts her mouth over Teyla's mating mark on her left hip and sucks. Lips pressed against the indent of her own teeth, tip of her tongue drawing soft circles around the outer edges, and Teyla is coming, right against Jennifer's foot, and Jennifer curls her foot over her cock so the head is nestled right in the arch of it.
Heartbeat a quick pitter-patter straining against her ribcage she looks up, and this time it is her that stills.
Sock soiled, dripping with Teyla's come, hair entirely undone and one swollen breast hanging out of her bra, Jennifer laughs, and heavens above, she is stunning. "Shit, that was—so good. Exactly what I needed, babe. You were great, Alpha, you've done so good, so good, Alpha, my perfect Alpha."
Jennifer cradles her face and kisses her, tongue swiping over Teyla's teeth. Her expression is utterly blissful and Teyla inclines her head to hide her pleased smirk. "It was my pleasure," she assures her omega, and one hand back to cupping Jennifer's stomach, only five moons along, she means every word.