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Title: Twenty Minutes
Author: Sanssong
Date: 09/26/2007
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ronon/Keller
Characters: Ronon, Jennifer Keller, John Sheppard
Part: 1/1
Category: Romance, humor, PWP, missing scene (sort of)
Genre: Ficlet
Word Count: 1335
Warnings: Mild sexual situations
Spoilers: Season 4 up through Lifeline
Archiving: Ronon Dex Fever, Ronon’s Naughty Girls Club, RDF Live Journal, Gate of Dreams, Wraithbait, Heliopolis. All others please ask first.
Summary: Dr. Keller is becoming obsessed with a certain Satedan.
Disclaimers: I don’t own the characters or story premise for Stargate Atlantis, but they let me take them out to play every once in a while. No money is made from these poor scriblings.
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She knew the minute he came into sick-bay. She was that attuned to him now.
Ronon Dex.
He only had to walk within fifty yards of her and she knew he was there; it was like she had this inner Ronon-radar. Something inside her laughed hysterically at the idea.
Heart rate sped, womb clenched, temperature rose, she was fast becoming a hormonal mess- it was heady and new and driving her absolutely crazy.
How was she supposed to do her job when *he* was around her? She turned into a ridiculous pile of girly mush. No sign of the level headed double-doctorate anywhere. Just when Dr. Jennifer Keller thought Elizabeth had been right about her ability to do this job, Ronon Dex had wandered into her sickbay injured and looked her in the eyes.
She’d been a goner from that moment on.
“Hey,” he said nodding in her direction, holding his shoulder. “You gotta minute?”
Well, sure, Jen had noticed Ronon before, there weren’t many women on Atlantis who hadn’t. Heck, there were even women working in the SGC on Earth who knew about him. But she’d never *noticed* him that way, like he might notice back or like she was a woman and he was a man. Not until he’d held her eyes with his and forced her to see what she’d always missed before.
That under all the sexy testosterone was the soul of a poet; the old soul of someone who saw everything and everyone around him and appreciated the beauty of it. That had gotten her attention and held it. More than held it in fact, she could hardly think of anything else these days.
“Ah, okay,” she smiled and desperately tried to look confident and not love-struck.
“This shoulder,” he winced as he tried to move it. “It’s still bothering me.”
Ronon looked apologetic - almost embarrassed - as if three days were sufficient time for someone to recover from major surgery.
Jen did her best impression of a disapproving frown and walked over to him. She could do this; she could be around him and not turn into a witless stuttering idiot. She would not drop, spill or dump anything on him this time, she sternly lectured the star-struck part of herself.
Good. She was controlled, professional, she could do this. For now.
“Ronon, you still need medical care.” Jen grabbed a syringe and some painkiller after swabbing down his upper arm. “I know you deal with injuries better than most on Atlantis, but you aren’t superman.” Jen gently stuck his beautiful tanned muscular arm with the needle.
Ronon winced slightly, “Superman?”
“Oh, sorry, I always forget you don’t have a cultural reference for half of what we say around here. There all done.” Jen put the syringe down on the cart and stripped off her gloves.
“It just means that there are some things you can’t shake off, you have to take time to heal properly and rest. If I had my way, you’d still be in here with me, in bed.”
Ronon’s eye’s collided with hers, the ghost of a smug male smile on his face.
Shit. So much for controlled professionalism.
Jennifer could feel the color drain from her face, then rush back again to flaming bright red. Oh, God. “Oh, God... that’s not what I...” she scooped up the gloves and darted across room to the furthest trash can. Her witless nervousness came back in spades. How could she have said something so - stupid.
“I only meant to say that,” her back to him as she looked up at the ceiling and dropped the gloves in the can. “You should still be…”
She was so embarrassed and busy trying to talk her way out of her latest faux paux with him that she didn’t hear him slide off the table and walk up behind her till it was too late.
“I should still be what?” He purred next to her ear.
Jennifer gave a small shriek of surprise spinning around so fast she nearly knocked them both over. If not for his excellent reflexes she would have.
Oh, God, now she was trapped between the wall and her every fantasy come to life. She couldn’t think and she didn’t dare look up at him or she really would embarrass herself. “I… you…ah…”
Damn, she couldn’t talk and now she could hardly breathe. She really couldn’t unless she wanted to drown in his scent. That little bit she could smell was a heady mix of maleness and shower soap triggering all her dizzy little hormones who wanted nothing more that to kiss him or better yet, drag him off to her room.
He inched closer and her brain seized.
A low deep chuckle was all the warning she got before his warm fingers caressed her chin and lifted it, forcing her to look in his eyes. The connection was immediate and electric and she was utterly lost to the current zinging between them.
“I should still be what?” his whispered again.
“I…” was as far as she got before drew her to him and covered her lips with his.
Fire whipped through Jen like lightening at the first touch of those incredible lips. In an instant of clarity everything in her knew she’d been created to kiss Ronon Dex. Hungry, she kissed him back, opening for him as he made their joining more intimate offering her mouth to him in mute sexual sacrifice. With god-like dominance, he accepted. The kiss went on minute after delicious minute connecting her to him more strongly with each passing second.
He must have lifted her off the floor because the next thing she knew her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms were holding his head to hers and he devoured her mouth. His growl of satisfaction indicated he was more than pleased with the situation.
Jen wholeheartedly agreed. She’d never felt so good in her life. She wanted to feel him everywhere, around her, in her. She wanted to feel his warm skin on hers. He was a drug and she was already addicted. She needed his kiss.
“Ronon, buddy, we gotta go,” an amused but irritated John Sheppard ordered from the door of sickbay.
Jen stopped dead for a handful of seconds before quietly sliding her legs to the floor.
Ronon still held her to him however, shielding her from his friends prying eyes. It was as if he were unable to let her go.
“I told you twenty minutes, Sheppard.’ Ronon growled sounding very annoyed.
“I thought you were gonna ask her out, not…” he left the sentence unfinished.
Reluctantly, Ronon dropped his arms and turned. Jen was grateful that he still stood between her and the Colonel because she was beyond embarrassed at this point. John Sheppard could have her fired. What had she been thinking? Oh, that’s right she hadn’t. She jumped a member of the Gate team in her own sickbay.
“I was getting to it. That’s why I said twenty minutes.”
“Sorry Doc,” John tried to call to her over Ronon’s massive shoulder. “Guess my timing stinks. I’ll wait outside.”
“We’ll meet at the Jumper.” Ronon barked.
He may not be in charge, but Jen knew an order when she heard one. The only answer was footsteps retreating down the hallway.
Ronon turned back around a satisfied smile spread across his handsome face. “Dinner. Tonight. My quarters.” It wasn’t a question.
“So you really didn’t need…”
“Nope.”
“And you weren’t really in any pain or…”
“Not any more,” Ronon flexed his impressive muscles and rotated his shoulder once for good measure. “See you tonight.”
He kissed her quick and hard her hormone drugged mind didn’t seem to care that he didn’t wait for her answer. “Yes,” she whispered to no one as she watched his gorgeous body disappear out the door.
~Fin
Author: Sanssong
Date: 09/26/2007
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ronon/Keller
Characters: Ronon, Jennifer Keller, John Sheppard
Part: 1/1
Category: Romance, humor, PWP, missing scene (sort of)
Genre: Ficlet
Word Count: 1335
Warnings: Mild sexual situations
Spoilers: Season 4 up through Lifeline
Archiving: Ronon Dex Fever, Ronon’s Naughty Girls Club, RDF Live Journal, Gate of Dreams, Wraithbait, Heliopolis. All others please ask first.
Summary: Dr. Keller is becoming obsessed with a certain Satedan.
Disclaimers: I don’t own the characters or story premise for Stargate Atlantis, but they let me take them out to play every once in a while. No money is made from these poor scriblings.
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She knew the minute he came into sick-bay. She was that attuned to him now.
Ronon Dex.
He only had to walk within fifty yards of her and she knew he was there; it was like she had this inner Ronon-radar. Something inside her laughed hysterically at the idea.
Heart rate sped, womb clenched, temperature rose, she was fast becoming a hormonal mess- it was heady and new and driving her absolutely crazy.
How was she supposed to do her job when *he* was around her? She turned into a ridiculous pile of girly mush. No sign of the level headed double-doctorate anywhere. Just when Dr. Jennifer Keller thought Elizabeth had been right about her ability to do this job, Ronon Dex had wandered into her sickbay injured and looked her in the eyes.
She’d been a goner from that moment on.
“Hey,” he said nodding in her direction, holding his shoulder. “You gotta minute?”
Well, sure, Jen had noticed Ronon before, there weren’t many women on Atlantis who hadn’t. Heck, there were even women working in the SGC on Earth who knew about him. But she’d never *noticed* him that way, like he might notice back or like she was a woman and he was a man. Not until he’d held her eyes with his and forced her to see what she’d always missed before.
That under all the sexy testosterone was the soul of a poet; the old soul of someone who saw everything and everyone around him and appreciated the beauty of it. That had gotten her attention and held it. More than held it in fact, she could hardly think of anything else these days.
“Ah, okay,” she smiled and desperately tried to look confident and not love-struck.
“This shoulder,” he winced as he tried to move it. “It’s still bothering me.”
Ronon looked apologetic - almost embarrassed - as if three days were sufficient time for someone to recover from major surgery.
Jen did her best impression of a disapproving frown and walked over to him. She could do this; she could be around him and not turn into a witless stuttering idiot. She would not drop, spill or dump anything on him this time, she sternly lectured the star-struck part of herself.
Good. She was controlled, professional, she could do this. For now.
“Ronon, you still need medical care.” Jen grabbed a syringe and some painkiller after swabbing down his upper arm. “I know you deal with injuries better than most on Atlantis, but you aren’t superman.” Jen gently stuck his beautiful tanned muscular arm with the needle.
Ronon winced slightly, “Superman?”
“Oh, sorry, I always forget you don’t have a cultural reference for half of what we say around here. There all done.” Jen put the syringe down on the cart and stripped off her gloves.
“It just means that there are some things you can’t shake off, you have to take time to heal properly and rest. If I had my way, you’d still be in here with me, in bed.”
Ronon’s eye’s collided with hers, the ghost of a smug male smile on his face.
Shit. So much for controlled professionalism.
Jennifer could feel the color drain from her face, then rush back again to flaming bright red. Oh, God. “Oh, God... that’s not what I...” she scooped up the gloves and darted across room to the furthest trash can. Her witless nervousness came back in spades. How could she have said something so - stupid.
“I only meant to say that,” her back to him as she looked up at the ceiling and dropped the gloves in the can. “You should still be…”
She was so embarrassed and busy trying to talk her way out of her latest faux paux with him that she didn’t hear him slide off the table and walk up behind her till it was too late.
“I should still be what?” He purred next to her ear.
Jennifer gave a small shriek of surprise spinning around so fast she nearly knocked them both over. If not for his excellent reflexes she would have.
Oh, God, now she was trapped between the wall and her every fantasy come to life. She couldn’t think and she didn’t dare look up at him or she really would embarrass herself. “I… you…ah…”
Damn, she couldn’t talk and now she could hardly breathe. She really couldn’t unless she wanted to drown in his scent. That little bit she could smell was a heady mix of maleness and shower soap triggering all her dizzy little hormones who wanted nothing more that to kiss him or better yet, drag him off to her room.
He inched closer and her brain seized.
A low deep chuckle was all the warning she got before his warm fingers caressed her chin and lifted it, forcing her to look in his eyes. The connection was immediate and electric and she was utterly lost to the current zinging between them.
“I should still be what?” his whispered again.
“I…” was as far as she got before drew her to him and covered her lips with his.
Fire whipped through Jen like lightening at the first touch of those incredible lips. In an instant of clarity everything in her knew she’d been created to kiss Ronon Dex. Hungry, she kissed him back, opening for him as he made their joining more intimate offering her mouth to him in mute sexual sacrifice. With god-like dominance, he accepted. The kiss went on minute after delicious minute connecting her to him more strongly with each passing second.
He must have lifted her off the floor because the next thing she knew her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arms were holding his head to hers and he devoured her mouth. His growl of satisfaction indicated he was more than pleased with the situation.
Jen wholeheartedly agreed. She’d never felt so good in her life. She wanted to feel him everywhere, around her, in her. She wanted to feel his warm skin on hers. He was a drug and she was already addicted. She needed his kiss.
“Ronon, buddy, we gotta go,” an amused but irritated John Sheppard ordered from the door of sickbay.
Jen stopped dead for a handful of seconds before quietly sliding her legs to the floor.
Ronon still held her to him however, shielding her from his friends prying eyes. It was as if he were unable to let her go.
“I told you twenty minutes, Sheppard.’ Ronon growled sounding very annoyed.
“I thought you were gonna ask her out, not…” he left the sentence unfinished.
Reluctantly, Ronon dropped his arms and turned. Jen was grateful that he still stood between her and the Colonel because she was beyond embarrassed at this point. John Sheppard could have her fired. What had she been thinking? Oh, that’s right she hadn’t. She jumped a member of the Gate team in her own sickbay.
“I was getting to it. That’s why I said twenty minutes.”
“Sorry Doc,” John tried to call to her over Ronon’s massive shoulder. “Guess my timing stinks. I’ll wait outside.”
“We’ll meet at the Jumper.” Ronon barked.
He may not be in charge, but Jen knew an order when she heard one. The only answer was footsteps retreating down the hallway.
Ronon turned back around a satisfied smile spread across his handsome face. “Dinner. Tonight. My quarters.” It wasn’t a question.
“So you really didn’t need…”
“Nope.”
“And you weren’t really in any pain or…”
“Not any more,” Ronon flexed his impressive muscles and rotated his shoulder once for good measure. “See you tonight.”
He kissed her quick and hard her hormone drugged mind didn’t seem to care that he didn’t wait for her answer. “Yes,” she whispered to no one as she watched his gorgeous body disappear out the door.
~Fin