I do not own any rights concerning SGA. Did this for fun so don't sue me.

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John's luck strikes and he accidently volunteers his team on a mission on Saint Patrick's Day in Milky Way. But was it really that bad or turns the bad luck into something good. I tried to be funny. Steamy scene, too.

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This is dedicated to Amy who bears with me and even does last minute.

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As always the story is complete and will be posted over the next few day. I really would love to hear what you think so be kind and leave me a hint. Thanks!
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Good or Bad, take you pick

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Prelude

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Dreaming? Not so much

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John woke a little disoriented. God, the Eirè'van Ale was even more potent than Athosian Ruus wine and that said something. He could still feel the alcohol coursing through his veins. Thank god it was still dark.

If he hadn't still been a little wasted, he might have come to the conclusion that he was supposed to be sleeping alone and instead of being in his bed, Teyla was supposed to be in the second bed on the other side of the room, but as it was they were in the same bed.

John had always dreamed of waking with Teyla next to him. Her soft naked curves pressed against his firmer body. Over the years he had managed to repress these dreams, but since Teyla had told him that Kanaan had left to live with someone else, these dreams had returned.

Only a month had passed since that day and John had dreamt of being with Teyla every single night. One reason might be that he had decided to stop being a fool and finally do something about his feelings. Though he had always pushed his feelings for Teyla aside it hadn't meant they weren't there and watching her starting a family with someone else had hurt more that he was willing to admit.

Still, things were pretty new and until now the only things he had done were offer to help her with Torren and flirt openly with her. To his, and he was pretty sure to her surprise too, their old comfort level had returned as soon as Kanaan had left the picture.

They had a strong friendship and they had managed to overcome their disagreement in the past and grow even closer. The whole truth was that John was not only in love with Teyla. He loved her, really loved her. She and now Torren were his world and he hoped she felt the same. He had no idea what to do if she didn't.

But since she had returned his flirting and had made suggesting few suggestive comments he was relatively sure she too felt more than friendship for him.

Since John was pretty sure however that this was just one of his dreams, he shifted and pulled Teyla closer, his hand traveling to her butt as he started to nuzzle her neck. He was elated when she immediately returned his caresses and shifted towards him. He couldn't help groan when her leg traveled up his and then hooked over his hip. Things shifted and suddenly he was above her, his hips grinding against hers in a frenzied rhythm.

In some back corner of his mind he hoped that the sounds leaving him didn't make it to the conscious world outside, but since he was still dreaming and not being shaken awake by Teyla, demanding what was wrong, he guessed he was safe. Though he was sure he would need a very cold shower in the morning.

Nearing the peak John realized that his dreams were never this good. He felt Teyla tremble as her peak neared. She pulled him even closer and sealed her mouth to his as their cries had grown much louder.

Their movement against the other intensified. The moment they tumble over the edge together, the world around him vanished and John not only could Teyla feel around him physically, but also her mind and soul engulfing him.

He wasn't dreaming. THIS was really happening.