SGA: Weir/Dex - Sexual Response: Resolution
Title: Shift
Author: skandrae
Theme/Prompt: Five Stages of Sexual Response: Resolution
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Ronon Dex
Rating: PG
Shift
Elizabeth has never thought of herself as a cuddler.
Simon, and the handful of men before him, had tended to fall asleep soon after sex, and she had never pressed the issue. She spent so many nights on her own, anyway, during diplomatic negotiations in various foreign nations, that she didn't want to get accustomed to something she would have to do without.
Lying in Ronon's bed, hearing him breathing steadily beside her, she wonders if she should get up and go back to her room. She doesn't regret what they did, and she isn't ashamed, but there's more to her life in Atlantis than simply satisfying her own desires.
But her limbs are still limp and boneless, and the closest she can get to getting up is rolling onto her side. She sleeps on that side, anyway, and Ronon's bed is warm and the sound of his breath is comforting in a way she hadn't realized she needed comfort.
Her eyes are drifting shut when she feels him shifting, rolling out of bed. She suddenly thinks that maybe he wants her to leave, that she was an itch he had scratched; satisfying, but temporary. She tells herself that she won't get upset, that she won't play the role of the deflowered maiden, that she knew what she was getting into when she started...
There's a soft click on the bedside table, and she opens her eyes. He's placed her headset there; it had been dropped somewhere between the door and the bed during that first, explosive encounter, and she hadn't given it a second thought. It's close enough now that she'll be able to hear if it goes off.
The bed dips as he crawls back in, reaching out and pulling her close. His body fits around her perfectly, a solid wall of warmth at her back. His arm is heavy over her waist, and she feels ridiculously happy when he presses a short, raspy kiss into her shoulder.
She's still not sure what this is, exactly, but she'll worry about it tomorrow.
Author: skandrae
Theme/Prompt: Five Stages of Sexual Response: Resolution
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Ronon Dex
Rating: PG
Shift
Elizabeth has never thought of herself as a cuddler.
Simon, and the handful of men before him, had tended to fall asleep soon after sex, and she had never pressed the issue. She spent so many nights on her own, anyway, during diplomatic negotiations in various foreign nations, that she didn't want to get accustomed to something she would have to do without.
Lying in Ronon's bed, hearing him breathing steadily beside her, she wonders if she should get up and go back to her room. She doesn't regret what they did, and she isn't ashamed, but there's more to her life in Atlantis than simply satisfying her own desires.
But her limbs are still limp and boneless, and the closest she can get to getting up is rolling onto her side. She sleeps on that side, anyway, and Ronon's bed is warm and the sound of his breath is comforting in a way she hadn't realized she needed comfort.
Her eyes are drifting shut when she feels him shifting, rolling out of bed. She suddenly thinks that maybe he wants her to leave, that she was an itch he had scratched; satisfying, but temporary. She tells herself that she won't get upset, that she won't play the role of the deflowered maiden, that she knew what she was getting into when she started...
There's a soft click on the bedside table, and she opens her eyes. He's placed her headset there; it had been dropped somewhere between the door and the bed during that first, explosive encounter, and she hadn't given it a second thought. It's close enough now that she'll be able to hear if it goes off.
The bed dips as he crawls back in, reaching out and pulling her close. His body fits around her perfectly, a solid wall of warmth at her back. His arm is heavy over her waist, and she feels ridiculously happy when he presses a short, raspy kiss into her shoulder.
She's still not sure what this is, exactly, but she'll worry about it tomorrow.