Five Kisses by Tigs(Pg)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Rodney/Teyla
Pairing: Rodney/Teyla
Category: het, romance, fluff
Warning: none
Author on LJ: ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tigs
Link: Five Kisses
Why this must be read:
Tigs is my favorite writer when it comes to the Rodney/Teyla pairing and this fic exemplifies exactly why I love this author. Rodney and Teyla's voices remain true and this fic explores different stages of their relationship. It really is beautiful and #4 is my favorite scene.
Excerpt:
He is not talking science any longer, though. He is staring at her as she approaches, a slowly boiling heat in his eyes—a reflection of the heat that Teyla feels in her own—and he does not even notice, she thinks, when Hitari stands and bows to him, taking her leave. Joining Hikaro, Teyla imagines, on the dance floor. He is leaning forward, his eyes never leaving her, her body, but as she draws close, he sits up straight on his bench again, like he knows, knows what she is going to do, and maybe he does. Maybe, she thinks, he is feeling the same things that she is.
Back in Atlantis, he would have stopped her. He would have stood up and started babbling, or his eyes would have gone wide, almost panicked as he looked around to see who might be watching. Not here, though, because here they are surrounded by Teyla’s people and friends of her people, not those that he must work with every day.
He is not talking science any longer, though. He is staring at her as she approaches, a slowly boiling heat in his eyes—a reflection of the heat that Teyla feels in her own—and he does not even notice, she thinks, when Hitari stands and bows to him, taking her leave. Joining Hikaro, Teyla imagines, on the dance floor. He is leaning forward, his eyes never leaving her, her body, but as she draws close, he sits up straight on his bench again, like he knows, knows what she is going to do, and maybe he does. Maybe, she thinks, he is feeling the same things that she is.
Back in Atlantis, he would have stopped her. He would have stood up and started babbling, or his eyes would have gone wide, almost panicked as he looked around to see who might be watching. Not here, though, because here they are surrounded by Teyla’s people and friends of her people, not those that he must work with every day.
