"Signs" for sga_flashfic's Virgin Challenge: Ronon/Elizabeth
Title: Signs
Author: Alizarin
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Elizabeth/Ronon
Rating: R
Written for: The sga_flashfic challenge, “Virgin”
Notes: At the end.
Summary: “Sheppard and McKay. Told you. I’m sorry, but what exactly did they tell you?”
“Come on,” Elizabeth panted, feeling the brush of Ronon’s dreads scrape and tickle her neck.
She had pulled him down on top of her onto the bed and once she’d caught her breath after the force of his weight had knocked it out of her, she realized he’d paused. She pulled back just enough to look at him. He was almost, nearly, blushing. She could feel the heat rising up to his face and pulsing in his cock, hard and full against her leg.
“Come on,” she urged him. What, they respected women on Sateda so much, they never indulged in a good, rollicking fuck?
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Ronon said, his voice a low, rough squeak like the last bubble of air escaping from a long-sunken ship.
Elizabeth wanted to laugh. She would have if she didn’t think Ronon might take that the wrong way. She may look delicate, but she’s still strong, and not petite, so much as wiry thin and razor sharp. The boob job was the only concession to insecurity about her femininity; she was 24 and tired of always being the flat-chested one in her group of friends. She wanted - needed - a better profile to carry her into the dignified definition of “self” that she wanted. She needed every self-confidence available to her if she was going to be top of her class, successful in her field, dominant in every roomful of males she’d had to enter since. So far as she knew, her attention to details like this had served her well.
And if Ronon’s barely suppressed excitement at seeing her without her shirt was any indication… well then, she’d done okay.
Now, Ronon’s hesitation and sudden mildness struck her as particularly odd. Was it a cultural anomaly she’d overlooked? Did Satedans have a hidden well of chivalry when it came to the actual sex act?
“Ronon. This is fine. Come on,” Elizabeth looked him in the eyes, then nodded her head and gave him a quick eye roll. “You know… fuck me.”
“Elizabeth. I just want you to know that I am honored you would choose me. I am not worthy of this honor, but I will do the best I can.”
“Ronon, I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” Elizabeth was impatient and puzzled. She shifted slightly; feeling just how naked she was underneath Ronon and just how hot and wet he’d made her. Talking was highly disruptive at this moment. “Just because I’m the leader of this expedition doesn’t mean having sex with me is an honor.”
“But as your first…” Ronon said, bowing his head, his erection hard against her leg and not flagging for a second, even as Elizabeth jerked and pulled away.
“My first… off-worlder, you mean.”
“You first… man.” Ronon was looking at her again, and now he was the one that seemed puzzled. “Sheppard told me. Also McKay.”
“Sheppard and McKay. Told you. I’m sorry, but what exactly did they tell you?” If Sheppard and McKay were playing some sort of joke on Ronon, she would seriously kill them. No, she’d send them back to earth. No, to the mainland to farm. She’d tell Teyla what they’d done. The two of them would so kick their asses.
“They said that earth women who had never had sex were called virgins. On Sateda it is a similar word.” Ronon said. Now the heat coming off his face was palpable. He seemed to realize the hot water he’d gotten himself into and his body was tensing in response. Fight or flight, Elizabeth thought. He’s gonna bolt and I’m going to have to raid the storeroom for fresh batteries.
“Well, yes, Ronon, that is true. I’m just concerned that you thought I was one. On earth, women my age, usually -- almost always - well, even though I’ve never been married… it’s just highly improbable. I hope you don’t think less of me.” She could feel the stickiness between her legs starting to dry. Oddly, Ronon was still fully aroused. She wondered idly what would happen if a Wraith walked in the room, if he’d fight the thing to the death and maintain his erection the entire time.
“I did think it odd,” Ronon said. “On Sateda it is usual for a woman to take several lovers before she is married, if she chooses to be married. There are few women who are married in Atlantis, and most seem to prefer not to… well, Sheppard and McKay said your word is celibate.”
He’s a quick study, Elizabeth thought. He’s valuable to us for his brain as well as his brawn. “Yes. I have been celibate since I’ve been here, it’s true, but there are constraints you see, with our military. There are rules. It’s hard to explain. But I’ve been with men… before.”
“I see,” Ronon said. He looked untroubled by this news, unflustered now that his position was becoming clear. It was Elizabeth who was feeling embarrassed now, wondering if the quick passion of the moment that had brought her to this were entirely clear-headed. “But then there is one thing I am still unsure of.”
“Why Sheppard and McKay told you I was a virgin?” Elizabeth asked, wondering the same thing.
“They didn’t say that exactly. They said you were… a Virgo. This is like the word we use on Sateda. They said that it fit with your personality. I assumed it meant the same... and that on earth it is more customary for women to retain their…”
“Oh god,” Elizabeth gasped, laughing. “Oh my god.” Her head fell back on the pillow and she felt the tension go out of her. “Yes, yes, I’m a Virgo,” she said, wanting to include Ronon in the joke as quickly as possible. “It’s astrology. It refers to when I was born and the way the stars, and our sun, are aligned at that time. It does mean virgin, in another earth language, Latin, but not in the language we speak.” Elizabeth felt herself slipping out of the bedroom and back into the classroom, albeit a nightmare classroom, one where she was losing the debate, failing to make her point, rambling on in scrawling ink in a bluebook.
Ronon’s biceps flexed around her, bringing her attention back, his hands opening and closing on either side of her face. “I am sorry, Elizabeth,” he said, his face releasing the confusion and creasing into a smile. “I’m sorry. I misunderstood, completely.”
“Yes, yes you did,” Elizabeth said. “Oh, but you have to tell Sheppard and McKay the story about how you won over the Virgo and conquered her virginity.” She sensed Ronon understood that in no uncertain terms should he actually tell them they slept together.
“I have a good poker face,” Ronon said, “Sheppard said so when we played this game with the cards. In spite of my good face, I lost my leather trousers.”
“Sheppard won your pants off you in a card game?” Elizabeth was thinking of all the lessons on intercultural exchange and the required propriety of a superior officer that she was going to give John when she had the chance to speak to him alone.
“Yes. But Teyla also has this poker face, and she won them back. She hasn’t given them to me, though.” Ronon was smiling at her. “During one of these matches, Sheppard and McKay told me that your reserve and your organization are trademarks of a virgin… I mean, I think, Virgo, not virgin?”
Elizabeth nodded meaningfully and they laughed together. She took the opportunity to notice the beauty of Ronon’s smile, his wide, white teeth, the smooth skin that set off his green eyes, the coarseness of his beard and the low purr of his voice.
“Yes, it’s probably true. I’m sorry you’ve been misinformed, though.”
“I’m actually a little relieved,” Ronon said, letting his thumb stroke over her cheek. “I was worried I’d screw it up.”
“You still could, you know,” Elizabeth said coyly, stretching her fingers out in the direction of his hips.
“I’d like a chance not to,” Ronon said, equally coyly, leaning down and letting his full lips brush over hers. He was still hard, and he let his cock rub against her leg and Elizabeth thought that maybe the night wasn’t ruined by cultural misunderstanding after all.
She kissed him deeply and then grabbed the back of his head and rolled him over onto his back.
Some three hours later they sat up together, coiled on the edge of the bed, and Ronon pulled the Athosian sweet-scented cigarettes from his pack, and handed one to her.
“I think I’m the one who’s inexperienced, after all,” Ronon said, striking a match against his fingernail to give her a light.
“What can I say?” Elizabeth returned, winding her long legs around her and resting her elbow against one knee. She sat poised, knowing the moonlight from the high window was carving out the shadows on her naked form. She took a drag from the cigarette, feeling the sweet buzz of earthy tobacco and post-coital bliss steal over her mind. “But I wouldn’t say that it wasn’t pretty damn good.”
“Yeah?” Ronon answered, and in his grin, Elizabeth caught a glimpse of his youth. He all too often looked years older than he was; his time on the run gave him a hardened seediness and kept his exuberance in check. “Are all Virgos this talented in bed?”
“Nope,” she answered. “Not at all. Although I’m under a completely different star system now, so perhaps my birth date and the way the stars and planets here are aligned…” she waved her cigarette in the air, creating a swirling universe of smoke. “Combined with your birth and the stars you were born under…”
Ronon leaned in and kissed away the speck of tobacco that lingered on her lip. “Whatever stars we were born under, we are new, now. We only carry ourselves on our back. Every time is our first time, fresh as the first time we realized we were truly alive.”
Elizabeth breathed in, carefully, turning her head to the window, to the moon, back to Ronon’s eyes. Yes, this was what she came to another galaxy for; this was where she would learn, and this was who would teach her. She was an innocent, again.
~end~
Notes:
Yes, I am a Virgo. But don’t let these traditional Virgo traits fool you:
Modest and shy
Meticulous and reliable
Practical and diligent
Intelligent and analytical
and...
Fussy and a worrier
Overcritical and harsh
Perfectionist and conservative
.
Author: Alizarin
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Elizabeth/Ronon
Rating: R
Written for: The sga_flashfic challenge, “Virgin”
Notes: At the end.
Summary: “Sheppard and McKay. Told you. I’m sorry, but what exactly did they tell you?”
“Come on,” Elizabeth panted, feeling the brush of Ronon’s dreads scrape and tickle her neck.
She had pulled him down on top of her onto the bed and once she’d caught her breath after the force of his weight had knocked it out of her, she realized he’d paused. She pulled back just enough to look at him. He was almost, nearly, blushing. She could feel the heat rising up to his face and pulsing in his cock, hard and full against her leg.
“Come on,” she urged him. What, they respected women on Sateda so much, they never indulged in a good, rollicking fuck?
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Ronon said, his voice a low, rough squeak like the last bubble of air escaping from a long-sunken ship.
Elizabeth wanted to laugh. She would have if she didn’t think Ronon might take that the wrong way. She may look delicate, but she’s still strong, and not petite, so much as wiry thin and razor sharp. The boob job was the only concession to insecurity about her femininity; she was 24 and tired of always being the flat-chested one in her group of friends. She wanted - needed - a better profile to carry her into the dignified definition of “self” that she wanted. She needed every self-confidence available to her if she was going to be top of her class, successful in her field, dominant in every roomful of males she’d had to enter since. So far as she knew, her attention to details like this had served her well.
And if Ronon’s barely suppressed excitement at seeing her without her shirt was any indication… well then, she’d done okay.
Now, Ronon’s hesitation and sudden mildness struck her as particularly odd. Was it a cultural anomaly she’d overlooked? Did Satedans have a hidden well of chivalry when it came to the actual sex act?
“Ronon. This is fine. Come on,” Elizabeth looked him in the eyes, then nodded her head and gave him a quick eye roll. “You know… fuck me.”
“Elizabeth. I just want you to know that I am honored you would choose me. I am not worthy of this honor, but I will do the best I can.”
“Ronon, I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” Elizabeth was impatient and puzzled. She shifted slightly; feeling just how naked she was underneath Ronon and just how hot and wet he’d made her. Talking was highly disruptive at this moment. “Just because I’m the leader of this expedition doesn’t mean having sex with me is an honor.”
“But as your first…” Ronon said, bowing his head, his erection hard against her leg and not flagging for a second, even as Elizabeth jerked and pulled away.
“My first… off-worlder, you mean.”
“You first… man.” Ronon was looking at her again, and now he was the one that seemed puzzled. “Sheppard told me. Also McKay.”
“Sheppard and McKay. Told you. I’m sorry, but what exactly did they tell you?” If Sheppard and McKay were playing some sort of joke on Ronon, she would seriously kill them. No, she’d send them back to earth. No, to the mainland to farm. She’d tell Teyla what they’d done. The two of them would so kick their asses.
“They said that earth women who had never had sex were called virgins. On Sateda it is a similar word.” Ronon said. Now the heat coming off his face was palpable. He seemed to realize the hot water he’d gotten himself into and his body was tensing in response. Fight or flight, Elizabeth thought. He’s gonna bolt and I’m going to have to raid the storeroom for fresh batteries.
“Well, yes, Ronon, that is true. I’m just concerned that you thought I was one. On earth, women my age, usually -- almost always - well, even though I’ve never been married… it’s just highly improbable. I hope you don’t think less of me.” She could feel the stickiness between her legs starting to dry. Oddly, Ronon was still fully aroused. She wondered idly what would happen if a Wraith walked in the room, if he’d fight the thing to the death and maintain his erection the entire time.
“I did think it odd,” Ronon said. “On Sateda it is usual for a woman to take several lovers before she is married, if she chooses to be married. There are few women who are married in Atlantis, and most seem to prefer not to… well, Sheppard and McKay said your word is celibate.”
He’s a quick study, Elizabeth thought. He’s valuable to us for his brain as well as his brawn. “Yes. I have been celibate since I’ve been here, it’s true, but there are constraints you see, with our military. There are rules. It’s hard to explain. But I’ve been with men… before.”
“I see,” Ronon said. He looked untroubled by this news, unflustered now that his position was becoming clear. It was Elizabeth who was feeling embarrassed now, wondering if the quick passion of the moment that had brought her to this were entirely clear-headed. “But then there is one thing I am still unsure of.”
“Why Sheppard and McKay told you I was a virgin?” Elizabeth asked, wondering the same thing.
“They didn’t say that exactly. They said you were… a Virgo. This is like the word we use on Sateda. They said that it fit with your personality. I assumed it meant the same... and that on earth it is more customary for women to retain their…”
“Oh god,” Elizabeth gasped, laughing. “Oh my god.” Her head fell back on the pillow and she felt the tension go out of her. “Yes, yes, I’m a Virgo,” she said, wanting to include Ronon in the joke as quickly as possible. “It’s astrology. It refers to when I was born and the way the stars, and our sun, are aligned at that time. It does mean virgin, in another earth language, Latin, but not in the language we speak.” Elizabeth felt herself slipping out of the bedroom and back into the classroom, albeit a nightmare classroom, one where she was losing the debate, failing to make her point, rambling on in scrawling ink in a bluebook.
Ronon’s biceps flexed around her, bringing her attention back, his hands opening and closing on either side of her face. “I am sorry, Elizabeth,” he said, his face releasing the confusion and creasing into a smile. “I’m sorry. I misunderstood, completely.”
“Yes, yes you did,” Elizabeth said. “Oh, but you have to tell Sheppard and McKay the story about how you won over the Virgo and conquered her virginity.” She sensed Ronon understood that in no uncertain terms should he actually tell them they slept together.
“I have a good poker face,” Ronon said, “Sheppard said so when we played this game with the cards. In spite of my good face, I lost my leather trousers.”
“Sheppard won your pants off you in a card game?” Elizabeth was thinking of all the lessons on intercultural exchange and the required propriety of a superior officer that she was going to give John when she had the chance to speak to him alone.
“Yes. But Teyla also has this poker face, and she won them back. She hasn’t given them to me, though.” Ronon was smiling at her. “During one of these matches, Sheppard and McKay told me that your reserve and your organization are trademarks of a virgin… I mean, I think, Virgo, not virgin?”
Elizabeth nodded meaningfully and they laughed together. She took the opportunity to notice the beauty of Ronon’s smile, his wide, white teeth, the smooth skin that set off his green eyes, the coarseness of his beard and the low purr of his voice.
“Yes, it’s probably true. I’m sorry you’ve been misinformed, though.”
“I’m actually a little relieved,” Ronon said, letting his thumb stroke over her cheek. “I was worried I’d screw it up.”
“You still could, you know,” Elizabeth said coyly, stretching her fingers out in the direction of his hips.
“I’d like a chance not to,” Ronon said, equally coyly, leaning down and letting his full lips brush over hers. He was still hard, and he let his cock rub against her leg and Elizabeth thought that maybe the night wasn’t ruined by cultural misunderstanding after all.
She kissed him deeply and then grabbed the back of his head and rolled him over onto his back.
Some three hours later they sat up together, coiled on the edge of the bed, and Ronon pulled the Athosian sweet-scented cigarettes from his pack, and handed one to her.
“I think I’m the one who’s inexperienced, after all,” Ronon said, striking a match against his fingernail to give her a light.
“What can I say?” Elizabeth returned, winding her long legs around her and resting her elbow against one knee. She sat poised, knowing the moonlight from the high window was carving out the shadows on her naked form. She took a drag from the cigarette, feeling the sweet buzz of earthy tobacco and post-coital bliss steal over her mind. “But I wouldn’t say that it wasn’t pretty damn good.”
“Yeah?” Ronon answered, and in his grin, Elizabeth caught a glimpse of his youth. He all too often looked years older than he was; his time on the run gave him a hardened seediness and kept his exuberance in check. “Are all Virgos this talented in bed?”
“Nope,” she answered. “Not at all. Although I’m under a completely different star system now, so perhaps my birth date and the way the stars and planets here are aligned…” she waved her cigarette in the air, creating a swirling universe of smoke. “Combined with your birth and the stars you were born under…”
Ronon leaned in and kissed away the speck of tobacco that lingered on her lip. “Whatever stars we were born under, we are new, now. We only carry ourselves on our back. Every time is our first time, fresh as the first time we realized we were truly alive.”
Elizabeth breathed in, carefully, turning her head to the window, to the moon, back to Ronon’s eyes. Yes, this was what she came to another galaxy for; this was where she would learn, and this was who would teach her. She was an innocent, again.
~end~
Notes:
Yes, I am a Virgo. But don’t let these traditional Virgo traits fool you:
Modest and shy
Meticulous and reliable
Practical and diligent
Intelligent and analytical
and...
Fussy and a worrier
Overcritical and harsh
Perfectionist and conservative
.