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I finally posted this over at Bay 12. The weird thing is that I finished it months ago. Months.Ago. Yeah. Enjoy!
Title: A Place in Time
Characters: Ronon/OFC
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them ... blah, blah, blah.
Summary: Seven years on the run with practically zero female companionship had left him with a lot of pent-up tension.
Spoilers: None. Set anywhere in season 2. Or season 3.
A Place in Time
“My quarters. Ten minutes.”
Ronon’s whisper rumbled through Cally’s body and set her on fire. She glanced over her shoulder to catch sight of him disappearing out the lab door.
Typical Ronon. Drop in. Stir her up. Disappear.
Cally set down the report she’d been working on and cleared her throat to get McKay’s attention. “I’m going to grab something to eat. I can’t concentrate on this report anymore.” Especially with thoughts of Ronon dancing through her brain.
McKay’s perpetually annoyed expression lit up. “I’m almost done here. Give me a minute and I’ll head over to the mess hall with you.”
Cally froze. Oh, no. How to get rid of him? If she wasn’t in Ronon’s quarters in ten minutes … nine! Nine minutes! Oh, god. If she didn’t make it Ronon would think she wasn’t coming and leave and she’d be stuck for who knew how long without seeing him naked.
Cally snatched at the first excuse that flew into her head. “Umm … I’m feeling a little crampy … umm … you know …” Oh, cringe! Why did she have to say that? McKay actually paled at the word “crampy”.
“Oh. Umm … you go on ahead then. I’ll … umm … I’ll catch up later.”
Eyes wide and mortified, Cally swung toward the door and practically ran for it.
“Hey, Cally? You’ve been working pretty hard lately. Why don’t you … you know, why don’t you take the rest of the day off? And tomorrow. Why don’t you take tomorrow off also?”
Cally nodded without turning. Wow. The rest of today and tomorrow off? Female problems must really freak McKay out.
Walking as quickly as she could without drawing attention to herself, Cally turned down the corridor to Ronon’s quarters. She was through the door and in his arms with two minutes to spare.
With such ease that it left her breathless Ronon’s hands curved around her ass and hiked her up so that they were nose to nose. Cally’s legs coiled around his waist and she moaned at the feel of him.
He bent to her neck and ran his teeth along the sensitive skin from shoulder to jaw. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She wanted to crawl into his skin and feel him with every part of her.
His mouth skimmed across hers and she wondered how long it would be before she went up in flames. He whispered her name into her ear and his hot breath made her shudder.
It wasn’t enough for her, though. Not by a long shot.
She wanted to touch skin, everything she could get her hands on. She wanted to brand it and make it hers.
As if he’d read her mind Ronon turned to the bed as he began tugging at her clothes. Cally had noticed that he was always curiously gentle as he stripped her.
He’d run his hand over her bare shoulder and then bend to taste her with tongue and teeth. The saltiness of her skin seemed to fascinate him.
In turn she would struggle with his clothes until, with a gentle chuckle, he’d pull everything off and let her touch her fill.
Today was no different.
His hands pressed and excited her. His tongue teased her until she was ready to scream. She wanted to pull him into her and give both their bodies what they were clamoring for.
Yet he held back.
He caught her wrists and pulled her hands from his shoulders. He pinned her arms above her head as he looked at her consideringly for a moment.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said.
The sudden helpless feeling excited Cally. Breathing in sharp pants she shook her head. “No. Don’t stop. Please, Ronon, don’t stop.”
Ronon smiled slightly. He’d never been with a woman of such surprising contradictions. He wouldn’t have guessed that under the shapeless clothes and quiet demeanor lay a wild vixen who could keep up with his prodigious appetites.
Seven years on the run with practically zero female companionship had left him with a lot of pent-up tension. Tension that Cally seemed determined to rid him of.
Her soft whimper drew him back to the present and the very naked, very soft, very vulnerable body beneath him. Cally’s eyes had gone wide and unfocused. He legs were wrapped around his waist and he could feel how hot and wet she was.
That first slow glide in sent her writhing. Ronon grit his teeth and promised himself that he would hold out as long as humanly possible.
And then he’d hold out a little longer. Just to prove to himself that he could compartmentalize his need and lust the way he could pain.
Cally was so lost in sensation that she’d never know. In the end she’d reap the benefits of his self-control as his body paid her with pleasure. One memorable night he’d made her come four times before allowing himself his own release. Afterwards she’d lain beneath him soaked in sweat and exhaustion, unable to move.
Ronon had rolled off and gathered her close. Of its own volition his tongue had swept out to touch the pale, smooth skin beneath her ear.
She’d tasted so alive - elemental and wild.
He’d drawn that same elemental scent/taste into himself in the lab earlier when he bent to whisper into her ear. He’d hardened instantly and had to spend the next eight minutes alternately trying to hide his massive erection and imagining what she’d feel like beneath him.
Yet memory didn’t hold a candle to the real thing. It was a pale reflection of the vibrant creature that had sunk her teeth into his shoulder to keep her screams muffled.
Cally’s body bucked and clenched around him and Ronon felt his control beginning to slip. She groaned low and deep and he couldn’t contain himself any longer.
His thrusts sped up until he was practically pounding her into the bed. With her arms pinned above her head she was at his mercy yet the teeth that were still fastened to his shoulder let him know that she wasn’t entirely defenseless.
Then there was no thought as their bodies synchronized and their world exploded.
Ronon lifted himself a fraction of an inch off Cally. She had released her death grip on his shoulder and it throbbed and stung. He still held her wrists pinned in one big hand and he considerately set them free.
Ronon studied her for a moment. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed and her breathing was labored. Ronon thought she made a very pretty picture.
Realizing that he was probably crushing her, Ronon rolled off her onto his back. He could feel his pounding heart begin to slow. He was a bit disheartened to realize that he hadn’t hung on to his vaunted self-control nearly as long as he thought he should. Lately she’d been doing that to him. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that.
He drew in a deep breath and smelled the wild scent of sex between them. Her earthy, beautiful scent and his darker one twining together to create something new.
He wasn’t really sure how he felt about that, either. Thinking of the two of them together, in more than just the physical sense, was baffling to him after his years spent on the run.
Cally managed the massive effort of turning toward Ronon and coiling her body against his. She felt delightfully used and her muscles protested even that slight movement.
“I have the rest of the day off,” she murmured against his shoulder.
Ronon knew he was grinning stupidly at the ceiling. The rest of the day and it was barely past lunch …
“McKay told me not to come in tomorrow either.”
Imagine that. Maybe he did know how he felt about the thought of Cally and he together. Frankly, the thought of spending hours upon hours wrapped up with her lit him up with happiness.
His growl was wicked as he flipped her onto her back and proceeded to show her exactly how happy that made him.
End
Comments are always appreciated.
Title: A Place in Time
Characters: Ronon/OFC
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them ... blah, blah, blah.
Summary: Seven years on the run with practically zero female companionship had left him with a lot of pent-up tension.
Spoilers: None. Set anywhere in season 2. Or season 3.
A Place in Time
“My quarters. Ten minutes.”
Ronon’s whisper rumbled through Cally’s body and set her on fire. She glanced over her shoulder to catch sight of him disappearing out the lab door.
Typical Ronon. Drop in. Stir her up. Disappear.
Cally set down the report she’d been working on and cleared her throat to get McKay’s attention. “I’m going to grab something to eat. I can’t concentrate on this report anymore.” Especially with thoughts of Ronon dancing through her brain.
McKay’s perpetually annoyed expression lit up. “I’m almost done here. Give me a minute and I’ll head over to the mess hall with you.”
Cally froze. Oh, no. How to get rid of him? If she wasn’t in Ronon’s quarters in ten minutes … nine! Nine minutes! Oh, god. If she didn’t make it Ronon would think she wasn’t coming and leave and she’d be stuck for who knew how long without seeing him naked.
Cally snatched at the first excuse that flew into her head. “Umm … I’m feeling a little crampy … umm … you know …” Oh, cringe! Why did she have to say that? McKay actually paled at the word “crampy”.
“Oh. Umm … you go on ahead then. I’ll … umm … I’ll catch up later.”
Eyes wide and mortified, Cally swung toward the door and practically ran for it.
“Hey, Cally? You’ve been working pretty hard lately. Why don’t you … you know, why don’t you take the rest of the day off? And tomorrow. Why don’t you take tomorrow off also?”
Cally nodded without turning. Wow. The rest of today and tomorrow off? Female problems must really freak McKay out.
Walking as quickly as she could without drawing attention to herself, Cally turned down the corridor to Ronon’s quarters. She was through the door and in his arms with two minutes to spare.
With such ease that it left her breathless Ronon’s hands curved around her ass and hiked her up so that they were nose to nose. Cally’s legs coiled around his waist and she moaned at the feel of him.
He bent to her neck and ran his teeth along the sensitive skin from shoulder to jaw. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She wanted to crawl into his skin and feel him with every part of her.
His mouth skimmed across hers and she wondered how long it would be before she went up in flames. He whispered her name into her ear and his hot breath made her shudder.
It wasn’t enough for her, though. Not by a long shot.
She wanted to touch skin, everything she could get her hands on. She wanted to brand it and make it hers.
As if he’d read her mind Ronon turned to the bed as he began tugging at her clothes. Cally had noticed that he was always curiously gentle as he stripped her.
He’d run his hand over her bare shoulder and then bend to taste her with tongue and teeth. The saltiness of her skin seemed to fascinate him.
In turn she would struggle with his clothes until, with a gentle chuckle, he’d pull everything off and let her touch her fill.
Today was no different.
His hands pressed and excited her. His tongue teased her until she was ready to scream. She wanted to pull him into her and give both their bodies what they were clamoring for.
Yet he held back.
He caught her wrists and pulled her hands from his shoulders. He pinned her arms above her head as he looked at her consideringly for a moment.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said.
The sudden helpless feeling excited Cally. Breathing in sharp pants she shook her head. “No. Don’t stop. Please, Ronon, don’t stop.”
Ronon smiled slightly. He’d never been with a woman of such surprising contradictions. He wouldn’t have guessed that under the shapeless clothes and quiet demeanor lay a wild vixen who could keep up with his prodigious appetites.
Seven years on the run with practically zero female companionship had left him with a lot of pent-up tension. Tension that Cally seemed determined to rid him of.
Her soft whimper drew him back to the present and the very naked, very soft, very vulnerable body beneath him. Cally’s eyes had gone wide and unfocused. He legs were wrapped around his waist and he could feel how hot and wet she was.
That first slow glide in sent her writhing. Ronon grit his teeth and promised himself that he would hold out as long as humanly possible.
And then he’d hold out a little longer. Just to prove to himself that he could compartmentalize his need and lust the way he could pain.
Cally was so lost in sensation that she’d never know. In the end she’d reap the benefits of his self-control as his body paid her with pleasure. One memorable night he’d made her come four times before allowing himself his own release. Afterwards she’d lain beneath him soaked in sweat and exhaustion, unable to move.
Ronon had rolled off and gathered her close. Of its own volition his tongue had swept out to touch the pale, smooth skin beneath her ear.
She’d tasted so alive - elemental and wild.
He’d drawn that same elemental scent/taste into himself in the lab earlier when he bent to whisper into her ear. He’d hardened instantly and had to spend the next eight minutes alternately trying to hide his massive erection and imagining what she’d feel like beneath him.
Yet memory didn’t hold a candle to the real thing. It was a pale reflection of the vibrant creature that had sunk her teeth into his shoulder to keep her screams muffled.
Cally’s body bucked and clenched around him and Ronon felt his control beginning to slip. She groaned low and deep and he couldn’t contain himself any longer.
His thrusts sped up until he was practically pounding her into the bed. With her arms pinned above her head she was at his mercy yet the teeth that were still fastened to his shoulder let him know that she wasn’t entirely defenseless.
Then there was no thought as their bodies synchronized and their world exploded.
Ronon lifted himself a fraction of an inch off Cally. She had released her death grip on his shoulder and it throbbed and stung. He still held her wrists pinned in one big hand and he considerately set them free.
Ronon studied her for a moment. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed and her breathing was labored. Ronon thought she made a very pretty picture.
Realizing that he was probably crushing her, Ronon rolled off her onto his back. He could feel his pounding heart begin to slow. He was a bit disheartened to realize that he hadn’t hung on to his vaunted self-control nearly as long as he thought he should. Lately she’d been doing that to him. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that.
He drew in a deep breath and smelled the wild scent of sex between them. Her earthy, beautiful scent and his darker one twining together to create something new.
He wasn’t really sure how he felt about that, either. Thinking of the two of them together, in more than just the physical sense, was baffling to him after his years spent on the run.
Cally managed the massive effort of turning toward Ronon and coiling her body against his. She felt delightfully used and her muscles protested even that slight movement.
“I have the rest of the day off,” she murmured against his shoulder.
Ronon knew he was grinning stupidly at the ceiling. The rest of the day and it was barely past lunch …
“McKay told me not to come in tomorrow either.”
Imagine that. Maybe he did know how he felt about the thought of Cally and he together. Frankly, the thought of spending hours upon hours wrapped up with her lit him up with happiness.
His growl was wicked as he flipped her onto her back and proceeded to show her exactly how happy that made him.
End
Comments are always appreciated.
