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Everyone is talking loudly and no one is listening. John looks at Elizabeth, baffled - he has no idea what the arguments are about. Teyla leans back, amused and annoyed, passing silent judgment. Elizabeth has heard enough.
“People,” she says, her voice soft and slow. Everyone stops and looks at her, expectant, and Elizabeth fights against the jolt of triumph that twitches the corners of her mouth. She outlines an agreement that satisfies no one completely, but which gives all sides enough to make it work.
John will use force when Elizabeth commands it, but she prefers wielding power this way.
* * *
Teyla comes to her room after. Elizabeth pulls her in and kisses her, close mouthed and gentle, fingertips ghosting Teyla’s face, and breathes her in while the day melts away.
“Let me see you naked,” Teyla says eventually, and undresses too, sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back, feet planted, knees wide open, and Elizabeth stares, dazed, and feels like her chest is too tight, like she can’t get enough air, like she might die if she isn’t allowed to touch. Teyla grins, knowing and delighted.
“Can I… I want…” Elizabeth whispers brokenly, and Teyla beckons her in.
* * *
Elizabeth is settled between Teyla’s legs, rutting against the bed, head bobbing as she laps at Teyla’s swollen clit, a finger in Teyla’s pussy, one in her ass. She has been here for—she doesn’t know how long—but she belongs here, pulling filthy noises out of Teyla as Teyla curls up, hands clutching desperately in Elizabeth’s hair. Elizabeth isn’t keeping count but that’s the fifth time, she thinks with smug satisfaction. This time Telya’s hands stay in her hair and she tugs Elizabeth up. “C’mere” Teyla pants, and kisses Elizabeth's sticky sore lips, and Elizabeth feels wrecked and perfect.
* * *
Elizabeth snuggles around Teyla, arm over her waist, hand idly stroking her belly, her breasts. She knows it can’t last. She has briefing materials to read if she wants to get the best of that patronizing asshole from M2K-925 tomorrow.
Besides, it will be Torren’s bedtime soon. “I should get home,” Teyla says. “Kanaan is preparing food. He says hi, by the way.” She squirms around to watch Elizabeth’s face.
Elizabeth’s chest tightens with a spike of jealousy, but it's gone quickly and she says, meaning it, “Send him my love”. She kisses Teyla’s lips and gets out of bed.