When she teased Teyla's nipple with her tongue, Teyla pulled her fingers from Elizabeth vagina and moved them upward, through Elizabeth's folds, searching. Teyla's fingers found her clit, and Elizabeth let go of her breast, pressing her forehead to Teyla's chest as pleasure moved through her.

She felt open, wet, exposed, and she wanted more, more of Teyla's fingers, more of her mouth, more of her.

Blindly, she lifted her face and Teyla's mouth covered hers. Deep kisses this time. Reckless kisses. Kisses that made Elizabeth part her legs still more. Kisses that made her lift her hips and offer herself up.

Teyla had exactly the right rhythm, exactly the right touch, and there wasn't any way Elizabeth could hold it together, could keep Teyla from making her come.

Teyla didn’t stop. She kept touching, giving her orgasm after orgasm, as Elizabeth leaned into her, shaking with the intensity of it.

Finally, finally she reached it, that place where all the tension lets go. One moment of bliss and then release, the pleasure flowing away, leaving her drained.

"You win, I'll go to sleep," Elizabeth said, her eyes closed.

Teyla chuckled.

Turning to look at the woman stretched out beside her, Elizabeth smiled slowly. "But I have something to do first."

"Do you?"

"Mmmm." Rolling, Elizabeth pressed Teyla into the bed and straddled her. "I do."

Teyla smiled up at her. "I should let you finish it then."

"Yes, you should."

Leaning down, Elizabeth kissed her. She had a beautiful woman in her bed. Sleep could wait.