Three Drabbles (Ronon Dex/John Sheppard)
Three connected drabbles (each 100 words 'zactly), based on images that wouldn't leave my head while I was on vacation this past week. Unbeta'ed.
Ronon/Sheppard, NC-17, for adult readers only.
First
The female scientists remind Ronon of a flock of birds. They scatter in one accord from his path, darting away with titters and ruffled feathers. He feels huge walking among them.
He fucks the first one who meets his eyes.
He takes her to her quarters, lies back and draws her down on top of him. Her fragile ribs fit the span of his hands perfectly and her legs, pressed against his hips, are stronger than he imagined. She gasps softly when he enters her.
He holds her up when she comes. She holds him down when it's his turn.
Then
The Marines bare their teeth at Ronon, challenge him. They snarl when he beats them, but they keep coming back. When one finally pins him momentarily, Ronon rewards him with a nod.
The Marine stands taller, his face bright with sweat. He returns Ronon's nod gravely.
Ronon likes the way earned pride looks on him, so he fucks him, too. He never learns the Marine's name, but he would know him in the dark; he has a scar low on his belly, near his hip. Ronon uses it as an arrow to the Marine's cock, and his tongue never forgets.
Finally
All in all, in his first couple months on Atlantis, Ronon fucks three scientists (two female, one male), two Marines (one male, one female), an Athosian girl who needed deflowering for a ritual, and a USAF lieutenant colonel.
Actually, the colonel fucks him, which suits Ronon just fine.
He thinks, as he's panting in Sheppard's bed, a pool of come cooling under his belly, Sheppard still hard in him, on him, that it's no wonder he can't remember any of their names. Sheppard has fucked them right out of him, and Ronon can't imagine ever needing to know them again.
Ronon/Sheppard, NC-17, for adult readers only.
First
The female scientists remind Ronon of a flock of birds. They scatter in one accord from his path, darting away with titters and ruffled feathers. He feels huge walking among them.
He fucks the first one who meets his eyes.
He takes her to her quarters, lies back and draws her down on top of him. Her fragile ribs fit the span of his hands perfectly and her legs, pressed against his hips, are stronger than he imagined. She gasps softly when he enters her.
He holds her up when she comes. She holds him down when it's his turn.
Then
The Marines bare their teeth at Ronon, challenge him. They snarl when he beats them, but they keep coming back. When one finally pins him momentarily, Ronon rewards him with a nod.
The Marine stands taller, his face bright with sweat. He returns Ronon's nod gravely.
Ronon likes the way earned pride looks on him, so he fucks him, too. He never learns the Marine's name, but he would know him in the dark; he has a scar low on his belly, near his hip. Ronon uses it as an arrow to the Marine's cock, and his tongue never forgets.
Finally
All in all, in his first couple months on Atlantis, Ronon fucks three scientists (two female, one male), two Marines (one male, one female), an Athosian girl who needed deflowering for a ritual, and a USAF lieutenant colonel.
Actually, the colonel fucks him, which suits Ronon just fine.
He thinks, as he's panting in Sheppard's bed, a pool of come cooling under his belly, Sheppard still hard in him, on him, that it's no wonder he can't remember any of their names. Sheppard has fucked them right out of him, and Ronon can't imagine ever needing to know them again.