(fic) Whispered Promises (Stargate Atlantis, Ronon/Elizabeth, NC-17)
Title: Whispered Promises
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Ronon Dex/Elizabeth Weir
Spoilers: teeny tiny ones for S2 - Coup D'Etat
*Warnings*: None
Word Count: 1,336
Summary: He was killing her with each soft press of his body against hers, ecstasy and sweet torture all at once.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. And I'm totally not making a profit.
Author's Note: Thanks to shetiger for the audience/beta.
My prompt was - Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Elizabeth: leather bonds - killing me softly.
~~
Elizabeth woke to the gentle swipe of familiar hands against her tortured wrists. "Ronon," she murmured, sighing as he soothed away some of her pain.
"Shh. Rest," Ronon said, caressing her face and forcing her eyes closed again. "I'll take care of you." He kissed her, then; on her cheek, her eyelids, the curve of her bare shoulder. His gentleness made her ache, such a contrast to the fierce warrior that had fought his way to her side in the village earlier that day.
They'd been captured on M7X-212, ambushed on a planet they'd previously thought was friendly. Elizabeth had been with them because a new leader had taken over the village after the Elder had died, and he'd insisted on meeting with Elizabeth to establish a new trade agreement.
Because they'd visited the planet several times before without incident, they hadn't thought to bring extra guards. She knew that John would berate himself for that for a long time to come. She knew, also, that Ronon would blame himself for letting her get hurt, no matter how many times she told him that it wasn't his job to protect her.
They'd separated the men from the women, leaving her with Teyla and locking Ronon, John, and Rodney up in a building on the other side of the village.
She'd tried to negotiate with them, but they hadn't wanted to talk. She'd found out later that they'd seen the old wanted posters the Genii had put out for John and Rodney and had taken the rest of the team as a 'bonus'. Elizabeth had felt dirty every time the new leader, Kayne, had leered at her but she'd taken her cue from Teyla and tried not to let her fear or revulsion show.
Her skin still tingled from the scalding hot shower she'd taken when they'd returned to Atlantis. She arched into Ronon's touch, letting his hands and mouth wash away the last of her feelings of disgust.
She didn't know how they escaped. They'd all been too exhausted to debrief tonight, so she'd scheduled it for first thing in the morning. All she knew was that she'd heard a roar of pure rage, and when she'd looked up Ronon was free and fighting his way toward her. John and Rodney were flanking him, somehow having retrieved their P-90s.
The villagers had tied both Elizabeth's and Teyla's wrists with leather bonds. Their arms had been stretched so far above their heads that they'd both been on tiptoe. Elizabeth had felt the blood oozing from her wrists to drip down her arms. Her sleeves had felt wet and cold against her skin.
She shivered, remembering the sickening feeling.
Ronon's lips pressed softly against her wrist, his breath warm against her healing wounds. "I'm sorry." Ronon's voice rumbled hoarsely.
"Ronon, you -- "
"Shh," Ronon said. "Just let me."
She nodded, eyes stinging as she watched the careful way he spread the salve Carson had given her onto her cuts. He re-bandaged them just as gently.
His eyes were intense as they bore into hers.
"Ronon -- "
He kissed her then. His mouth covering hers with a franticness that made her reach for him, trying to somehow reassure him that she was okay, that she was in his arms. His hands were all over her, touching every inch of her skin. And when he pulled away from her, it was only so that he could kiss every bruise or scratch she'd acquired that day.
"Ronon." She couldn't say anything else, couldn't do anything else, but lay back and let him appease the savage hunger that had taken him over.
And though she felt the... wildness inside of him, he never touched her with anything but gentleness. He murmured words she couldn't hear against her skin, his tongue leaving a hot trail across her body until he finally took one of her peaked nipples into his mouth.
She moaned, back arching. The day's events began to fade away, replaced only by thoughts of Ronon and what he was doing to her. "Please," she said, when his teeth scraped her sensitive breast.
She gasped when his hand snaked between her legs, his fingers feathering against her labia. She was already wet, ready for him, but he continued to tease her until her gasps became whimpers.
He suckled her breast for a moment longer, then trailed kisses down her bare stomach, pausing to tease her bellybutton with his tongue. There was a bruise on her hip where she'd fallen against the steps when their captors had marched her onto the platform she'd eventually been displayed upon.
Ronon spent long minutes laving the mottled skin, silently apologizing to her for the injury. She wanted to tell him again that it wasn't his fault, but knew that he wouldn't believe her. Instead, she just let him have his way, hoping that it would assuage the unnecessary guilt he felt.
He kissed and suckled her skin, leaving his own marks on her flesh. He didn't stop until Elizabeth couldn't take anymore, begging for release. "Ronon, please, god." She reached out to massage her clit, only to have her hand swatted away. "Please," she begged again.
"Shh." Ronon's breath left her tingling. "I told you, I'd take care of you." Then his mouth was on her, his tongue rasping over her clit again and again. He made love to her like that, plunging his tongue inside her until she was rocking up to meet each thrust of his tongue. Then he'd pull out to tease her clit with the pointed tip, before thrusting back in again.
It didn't take long for Elizabeth to fall over the edge, his tongue still inside of her when her walls finally contracted in a powerful orgasm.
"Don't cry, Lizbeth, please."
She hadn't realized she was. The emotion in Ronon's voice only caused the tears to fall harder.
"Don't," he said again, sounding raw and in pain. His lips pressed against her cheeks.
"It's okay, I'm okay," she said, trying to sound reassuring. She didn't even know why she was crying. She'd been afraid, yes. But she was safe now. She always felt safe in Ronon's arms. She realized in a flash that that was why. Because she felt safe enough to finally let her emotions show. "I love you."
He made a desperate sound against the curve of her throat. "You're mine. I'll always come for you. I'll always protect you."
"I know," she said, blinking away the rest of her tears. "Make love to me, Ronon. I want you inside of me."
"Yes," was all he said. And then he was slipping inside her, his thickness piercing her opening in a gentle glide. It was a slow rhythm, in and out, almost as if he were savoring every second. He was killing her with each soft press of his body against hers, ecstasy and sweet torture all at once.
It seemed like he was inside her for hours, filling her, possessing her. She clung to him, her nails digging into the rippling muscles at his back. He mouthed the pulse at the base of her neck, as if he were reassuring himself that she was alive.
And then, the build up so slow it was almost as if it came without warning, another orgasm spasmed through her. Her whole body shook as she wrapped her legs around him, wishing they could stay like this, connected, forever.
His roar was muffled against her neck as he climaxed seconds later, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He held her close, whispering promises against her skin.
"Shh." Then it was her turn to quiet him, to tell him everything was all right, that they were both safe and together. She whispered promises back, kissing his temple and rubbing his back until he finally settled against her.
She let herself drift off to sleep then, wrapped in the safety of Ronon's embrace.
THE END.
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Ronon Dex/Elizabeth Weir
Spoilers: teeny tiny ones for S2 - Coup D'Etat
*Warnings*: None
Word Count: 1,336
Summary: He was killing her with each soft press of his body against hers, ecstasy and sweet torture all at once.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. And I'm totally not making a profit.
Author's Note: Thanks to shetiger for the audience/beta.
My prompt was - Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon/Elizabeth: leather bonds - killing me softly.
~~
Elizabeth woke to the gentle swipe of familiar hands against her tortured wrists. "Ronon," she murmured, sighing as he soothed away some of her pain.
"Shh. Rest," Ronon said, caressing her face and forcing her eyes closed again. "I'll take care of you." He kissed her, then; on her cheek, her eyelids, the curve of her bare shoulder. His gentleness made her ache, such a contrast to the fierce warrior that had fought his way to her side in the village earlier that day.
They'd been captured on M7X-212, ambushed on a planet they'd previously thought was friendly. Elizabeth had been with them because a new leader had taken over the village after the Elder had died, and he'd insisted on meeting with Elizabeth to establish a new trade agreement.
Because they'd visited the planet several times before without incident, they hadn't thought to bring extra guards. She knew that John would berate himself for that for a long time to come. She knew, also, that Ronon would blame himself for letting her get hurt, no matter how many times she told him that it wasn't his job to protect her.
They'd separated the men from the women, leaving her with Teyla and locking Ronon, John, and Rodney up in a building on the other side of the village.
She'd tried to negotiate with them, but they hadn't wanted to talk. She'd found out later that they'd seen the old wanted posters the Genii had put out for John and Rodney and had taken the rest of the team as a 'bonus'. Elizabeth had felt dirty every time the new leader, Kayne, had leered at her but she'd taken her cue from Teyla and tried not to let her fear or revulsion show.
Her skin still tingled from the scalding hot shower she'd taken when they'd returned to Atlantis. She arched into Ronon's touch, letting his hands and mouth wash away the last of her feelings of disgust.
She didn't know how they escaped. They'd all been too exhausted to debrief tonight, so she'd scheduled it for first thing in the morning. All she knew was that she'd heard a roar of pure rage, and when she'd looked up Ronon was free and fighting his way toward her. John and Rodney were flanking him, somehow having retrieved their P-90s.
The villagers had tied both Elizabeth's and Teyla's wrists with leather bonds. Their arms had been stretched so far above their heads that they'd both been on tiptoe. Elizabeth had felt the blood oozing from her wrists to drip down her arms. Her sleeves had felt wet and cold against her skin.
She shivered, remembering the sickening feeling.
Ronon's lips pressed softly against her wrist, his breath warm against her healing wounds. "I'm sorry." Ronon's voice rumbled hoarsely.
"Ronon, you -- "
"Shh," Ronon said. "Just let me."
She nodded, eyes stinging as she watched the careful way he spread the salve Carson had given her onto her cuts. He re-bandaged them just as gently.
His eyes were intense as they bore into hers.
"Ronon -- "
He kissed her then. His mouth covering hers with a franticness that made her reach for him, trying to somehow reassure him that she was okay, that she was in his arms. His hands were all over her, touching every inch of her skin. And when he pulled away from her, it was only so that he could kiss every bruise or scratch she'd acquired that day.
"Ronon." She couldn't say anything else, couldn't do anything else, but lay back and let him appease the savage hunger that had taken him over.
And though she felt the... wildness inside of him, he never touched her with anything but gentleness. He murmured words she couldn't hear against her skin, his tongue leaving a hot trail across her body until he finally took one of her peaked nipples into his mouth.
She moaned, back arching. The day's events began to fade away, replaced only by thoughts of Ronon and what he was doing to her. "Please," she said, when his teeth scraped her sensitive breast.
She gasped when his hand snaked between her legs, his fingers feathering against her labia. She was already wet, ready for him, but he continued to tease her until her gasps became whimpers.
He suckled her breast for a moment longer, then trailed kisses down her bare stomach, pausing to tease her bellybutton with his tongue. There was a bruise on her hip where she'd fallen against the steps when their captors had marched her onto the platform she'd eventually been displayed upon.
Ronon spent long minutes laving the mottled skin, silently apologizing to her for the injury. She wanted to tell him again that it wasn't his fault, but knew that he wouldn't believe her. Instead, she just let him have his way, hoping that it would assuage the unnecessary guilt he felt.
He kissed and suckled her skin, leaving his own marks on her flesh. He didn't stop until Elizabeth couldn't take anymore, begging for release. "Ronon, please, god." She reached out to massage her clit, only to have her hand swatted away. "Please," she begged again.
"Shh." Ronon's breath left her tingling. "I told you, I'd take care of you." Then his mouth was on her, his tongue rasping over her clit again and again. He made love to her like that, plunging his tongue inside her until she was rocking up to meet each thrust of his tongue. Then he'd pull out to tease her clit with the pointed tip, before thrusting back in again.
It didn't take long for Elizabeth to fall over the edge, his tongue still inside of her when her walls finally contracted in a powerful orgasm.
"Don't cry, Lizbeth, please."
She hadn't realized she was. The emotion in Ronon's voice only caused the tears to fall harder.
"Don't," he said again, sounding raw and in pain. His lips pressed against her cheeks.
"It's okay, I'm okay," she said, trying to sound reassuring. She didn't even know why she was crying. She'd been afraid, yes. But she was safe now. She always felt safe in Ronon's arms. She realized in a flash that that was why. Because she felt safe enough to finally let her emotions show. "I love you."
He made a desperate sound against the curve of her throat. "You're mine. I'll always come for you. I'll always protect you."
"I know," she said, blinking away the rest of her tears. "Make love to me, Ronon. I want you inside of me."
"Yes," was all he said. And then he was slipping inside her, his thickness piercing her opening in a gentle glide. It was a slow rhythm, in and out, almost as if he were savoring every second. He was killing her with each soft press of his body against hers, ecstasy and sweet torture all at once.
It seemed like he was inside her for hours, filling her, possessing her. She clung to him, her nails digging into the rippling muscles at his back. He mouthed the pulse at the base of her neck, as if he were reassuring himself that she was alive.
And then, the build up so slow it was almost as if it came without warning, another orgasm spasmed through her. Her whole body shook as she wrapped her legs around him, wishing they could stay like this, connected, forever.
His roar was muffled against her neck as he climaxed seconds later, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He held her close, whispering promises against her skin.
"Shh." Then it was her turn to quiet him, to tell him everything was all right, that they were both safe and together. She whispered promises back, kissing his temple and rubbing his back until he finally settled against her.
She let herself drift off to sleep then, wrapped in the safety of Ronon's embrace.
THE END.