Eyes of Violet (NC-17) Ronon/OFC
Title: Eyes of Violet
Author: Dee aka angelsdee
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ronon/OFC
Disclaimer: I don’t own the lint in my navel so do not sue. This is for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended. Ronon and all Stargate characters belong to their owners. The character of Fae is based on my friend, violetvision78.
Summary: Ronon is having more accidents during sparring lessons with Sheppard than usual. John begins to worry until it all becomes clear.
Author’s Note: She finagled this story out of me in exchange for some beautiful graphics and I just couldn’t refuse. This is the 1st of 2 coming her way! Her prompt to me was: "Could you Mary Sue (Violet) me into a fic that is about RONON and his hot Leather Pants? Picture me as Abby (Goth) from NCIS but with violet eyes!" Love ya, babe!
His arm was hurting more than he let on to Sheppard during this last session. He told him it was nothing and they finished their late night/early morning exercises before turning in for the night. On his way to his quarters, Ronon decided to make a stop into the Infirmary to get his aching limb checked out just in case.
Things had been relatively calm on Atlantis lately with no threats from the Wraith or Replicators and it gave the personnel a chance to catch up on some rest. Staff had been sized down in most areas to allow all the overworked members of the expedition a chance to recover from the long days of constant work.
At this late hour, even the Infirmary had very little personnel on duty. When Ronon walked in, he had been expecting a few people on hand but the new doctor was the only person holding down this shift. He had seen her in passing a few times but never took the time to look at her…until now.
“Hey!” she turned and gave him a broad smile.
“Hi,” he cradled his stinging arm, noticing how happy she appeared to be. The woman seemed to be full of energy even at this late hour. “I, uh, had a little accident,” he indicated his arm by moving it towards her a bit.
“I see,” she mock furrowed her brow before she pointed to a bed. “Hop up there and let’s see what you did,” she turned away from him to grab a scanner and roll it towards his bed. “I’ve heard all about you and Colonel Sheppard’s sparring sessions,” she said deep in concentration while she positioned his arm under the device. “They told me when I took this shift to expect one or both of you to show up sooner or later. I just didn’t think it would be on my first shift.”
“We spar vigorously,” his deep rumble made her shiver when he spoke close to her ear. Ronon liked to get a reaction out of people, sometimes with his size or the deep timbre of his voice but when she lifted her gaze from his arm to his eyes, he was the one that had a reaction.
“I like vigorous but not to the point of broken bones,” she quirked her eyebrow before she returned her attention to the scan.
His mouth gaped open for a moment while he stared at her long, black eyelashes. He wanted to glimpse her eyes again but she was engrossed in her work. Was it a play of the light? Did Sheppard hit him in the head? He touched his forehead and temple with his free hand for any signs of injury. No, he saw it right. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of violet. He’d never met or seen a single person in this galaxy with eyes like that.
Ronon took the opportunity to really look at her now. Her black hair was up in a ponytail, her skin a fair complexion, her body had all the right curves and he could see them since she didn’t wear the typical expedition uniform or Infirmary scrubs. She had on a tight sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of black drawstring pants similar to his workout pants. The interesting thing about this woman, besides her unusual eye color, were the tattoos that adorned some areas of skin that were visible. Besides Satedan women, he’d never met a woman that had a tattoo.
“Looks like some bruising,” she spoke and snapped him out of his reverie. “Deep bruising,” she glanced up into his eyes that bore deep into hers. “I suppose it’s pointless to ask you to ease off of the sparring for a while,” she smirked before she moved to a supply cabinet and returned with an ice pack. “Strap this to your arm for the night to cut down on the bruising and try to take it easy,” her eyebrows went up like she was asking him a question with her statement.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he smirked, the skin beside his eyes crinkling in amusement.
~*~
Two nights later, he was walking back into the Infirmary with a small trickle of blood running down the side of his face from his right eyebrow. When Fae turned to look at who was visiting at this late hour, she shook her head with her arms crossed over her chest.
“I’m impressed,” she held a hand out towards a bed. “You took two whole nights off before you ended up back in here,” she moved to stand at the side of the bed as he lay down with one arm cushioning his head.
“I told you I’d see what I could do,” he smiled, his eyes dancing over her face when she leaned down to inspect his wound. He was committing every single one of her features to memory when her stunning purple orbs fixed on his eyes. “Sorry,” he smiled lazily when she caught him staring. “I’ve just never seen eyes that color before.”
“Uh huh,” she arched an eyebrow while she cleaned the cut. “Last time I checked, my eyes weren’t located on my upper chest,” she grinned when she felt him tense. “It’s okay, Ronon,” she laughed playfully.
“I, uh,” he stammered uncomfortably.
“Really,” she gently placed a hand on his cheek, smiling down at him. “It’s okay, I don’t take offense. I’m flattered actually,” she grinned with a twinkle in her eyes as she returned to suturing his wound.
“You aren’t like the other people here,” he said it before he even realized that it could insult her without further explanation. “What I mean is that you dress differently and I’ve never met a woman outside of my people that has tattoos. Most women I’ve met amongst the expedition members don’t have any and almost all of them are too serious. You’re always happy,” he squinted his eyes when her smile grew even wider.
“Yeah, well some of these people need to lighten up. I know we work under a lot of stress and impending danger but that’s no reason to walk around during our downtime like the world is going to blow up if they crack a smile,” she tied off the silk, cut it and threw the needle on the tray. “I’m all business when I need to be but I refuse to walk on eggshells because of the Wraith or anything else out there that wants to kill us.”
“Good way to live,” he shifted his head on his arm to get comfortable and let his eyes drift shut. “And the way you dress, the tattoos and your eyes?” he prodded for more information while feigning near sleep.
“I’m here by myself during this shift; well except when you come in with new injuries after playing with your sticks,” her voice went up at the end and he knew she was smiling while she applied antibiotic to his brow. “I like to listen to music and exercise while I’m here. My tattoos, well I’ve had those for years and look forward to more whenever I get home on leave.”
“The pain doesn’t bother you?”
“I’m not some gentle flower that let’s a little pain keep me from getting what I want. As near as I can tell,” she lifted the neckline of his shirt and his eyes popped open, “I have more tattoos than you and believe it or not, genetics gave me these eyes. So, you’re all done,” she slapped his knee before she stripped off her gloves. “Unless there’s anything else you want to know?”
“Not that I can think of…yet,” he smirked before he sat up, looming over her. “I’ll let you know if I think of anything else,” he could see the visible effect his voice had on her, kept his grin to himself, and jumped off the bed to leave.
“You don’t have to be injured to have a conversation with me, you know?” she called out to him as he reached the door. He paused for a moment, not turning back or acknowledging her comment before he walked out.
~*~
The large man seemed to be coming to her every two days for random minor injuries. He’d been a regular visitor to the Infirmary several times in the wee hours of the morning. A sly grin would appear on his face every time she gave him a disapproving frown.
He’d lie down on the medical bed, stretched out like a big cat at rest while she worked on his newest battle scar. Each time he came in, he’d ask more questions, a majority of them lately hit close to personal but she answered them all without breaking stride.
“So, do you have a big family back home?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Not really,” she mused thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have been able to accept this position if I did. Wouldn’t want to leave them behind for so long.”
“I guess that means you don’t have a husband or children,” he gave her a big grin when she looked at him with an arched brow. “I noticed you don’t wear a ring, that is the custom amongst your people, right?”
“Yes, that is the custom amongst my people and no, I don’t have a husband or kids.”
“So, do you have any more tattoos that I haven’t seen?” his lazy smile spread across his face and lit his eyes when her mouth fell open.
“That is for me to know and someone special to find out,” she recovered quickly, flashing him a devilish grin. “You’re good to go,” she patted his shoulder, letting her touch linger for a moment.
“Thanks, Doc,” he said lightly before he walked to the door.
“Ronon,” she said softly, not looking at him when he turned towards her. “You’re one of my people too, you know?”
Warmth flooded his heart from her whispered words before he smiled with a nod and silently left the Infirmary.
~*~
“What is it this time?” she asked while she stretched her legs out, sitting on the floor.
“Dislocated finger,” he held up his hand, his index finger bent at an odd angle but she wasn’t looking. His mouth hung open when her legs went into the splits and held it for a while before she straightened them out in front of her and rose to her feet. “That was impressive,” he tried to keep the rumble of excitement out of his voice but failed to pull it off.
“Well I don’t play with sticks but I’m very active and try to keep limber,” she grinned slyly as she led him to a bed by the elbow. “Sit,” she waited until he jumped up before she looked at the offered digit with a scowl. “That is nasty. I’m curious, Ronon,” she said absently while she went to retrieve a splint and tape.
“About what?”
“For someone that has lived with all the pain that you have,” she walked up to him, placing the supplies on the tray before she grabbed his hand and stared right into his eyes. “Why do you make a habit of inflicting more on yourself at every turn?” she saw his eyes snap to hers and picked that moment to snap his finger back into place.
“I just want to be ready and stay in shape for the war,” he explained after he quashed the urge to say ‘Ow’. “I don’t want to become complacent and die because I’m not prepared. Not to mention that I’m responsible for defending my team and this city like Sheppard and the rest of his men.”
“Uh huh,” she sighed while she placed the splint over his finger and began to tape it.
“What?” he asked when her usual smile and cheerfulness disappeared.
“I’ve read your file,” she whispered, chancing a glance up at him before she returned her focus to her work. “The things you went through, all those years of running to stay alive, I couldn’t imagine how difficult that was for you,” her voice became subdued, almost pain-filled and he hated to hear the change in it. “I know your life was beyond imagining but I especially don’t like to see you in pain or hurt,” she glanced up at him with sorrow in those violet eyes. “Not after everything you’ve been through,” she turned to put away her supplies.
Ronon felt a stirring in his chest when his pain erased the happiness in those eyes that he’d grown so fond of. He crossed the distance between them, catching her upper arms when she turned and jumped to find him so close. “I don’t like pain and I’ve had enough suffering to last me a lifetime,” his deep voice drifted across her ear, the scruff on his chin brushing against her cheek. “But I’m responsible for you too, you know?” he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver when his thumbs traced light patterns over the skin of her arms.
“And I’m responsible for you,” she lowered her head to rest against his chest, feeling more at ease as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. His chin rested on the top of her head for several minutes until she pulled back to wipe her eyes. “You’re good to go,” she whispered softly.
He lifted her chin to see the few drops of moisture there, gathered them on his calloused fingertips and absorbed them into his skin. It gave him a sense of belonging to absorb a part of her into his body. “I’ll see you soon, Doc,” his voice was low, the rich timbre of it calming her before he brushed a soft kiss on her forehead and hesitantly walked towards the door.
~*~
“Is it just me or are you letting me win?” John grinned when he landed another hit with the wooden sword across Ronon’s backside.
“I’m not letting you win,” Ronon groused irritably, rubbing his stinging ass.
“Come on, buddy, I’ve sent you to the Infirmary more times than I can count over the past few weeks,” he laughed until he noticed Ronon shifting uncomfortably between his feet. “Wait a minute,” John narrowed his eyes on the Satedan. “No way,” he shook his head with a knowing smile.
“What?”
“You’ve been letting me kick your ass so you can go see that new doc, haven’t you?”
“No, I haven’t,” Ronon spun his sword in his hand, frowning at his friend.
“Yeah, you have,” John shouldered the practice sword behind his neck and tilted his head while he studied Ronon. “You’ve been intentionally losing so you can go check her out. Admit it.”
“Fine,” he shouted, making John’s eyes widen from his tone. “I find myself attracted to her,” he lowered his voice, staring at the floor.
“So, what’s the problem?” John got serious when he saw how upset his friend was. “Doesn’t she like you?”
“We’ve talked a lot, I’ve asked her quite a few personal questions and she answered them all and I’d even say she flirted with me,” he drifted off at the end, leaving John waiting.
“But?”
“I don’t know how to approach her on her turf unless I go in there with an injury and it upsets her that I get hurt so much which is ironic considering I’m letting you hurt me so that I can see her,” he ranted out while he paced back and forth across the mat.
“Okay, big guy,” John raised his hands to stop Ronon’s tirade. “Calm down and tell me what the deal is.” He listened while Ronon paced, tapping the practice sword on the ground with each step he took. He told him everything they had talked about and how she acted the last time he saw her. John had to hide his smile when he realized just how taken his friend was with Fae. “You care about this girl, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you want to see her again?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe try to explore a relationship with her?”
“Sheppard!”
“Okay! Okay!” he held up his hands with a smirk. “Tell me what the first thing is that you really liked about this girl and please don’t tell me it was her breasts or ass.”
“She has beautiful breasts and a fine ass but the first thing I noticed was her eyes,” Ronon had a far away look in his eyes as he remembered those orbs of purple. “She has the most beautiful violet colored eyes.”
“Then I have an idea.”
~*~
“Excuse me,” he knocked on the wall inside the door of the lab until the tiny doctor glanced up from her microscope. “Dr. Brown, right?”
“Yes, Ronon,” she stood up, waving him in. “What can I do for you?”
“I have a favor to ask,” he said, looking around the Botany Lab.
~*~
It was early in the morning. The rest of the Atlantis personnel were coming on duty just as Fae was getting off. Her shift was long and boring and if you forced her with little effort, she’d admit that she missed seeing Ronon walk into the Infirmary every other day.
Despite what others thought, he was warm and caring and not the hardened, distant person that he came off as. When he let you in, you could see how much he craved interaction, how much he hated being alone in such a big city surrounded by people.
Even when he was grilling her for information about herself, she could pick up on his loneliness, his playfulness, his need…
The man was sin on two legs and she couldn’t help flirting with him. He had the most adorable smile, eyes you could get lost in, and a body that just wouldn’t quit. ‘Too bad you scared him, Fae,’ she sighed heavily as she walked up the corridor to her quarters. ‘It would’ve been nice to see if you could’ve broken down the rest of those walls he put up to protect himself but no, you had to screw it up and ruin everything,’ she admonished herself while she accessed her door.
She walked into her room, letting the door swish shut behind her before she turned on the light. “Oh my,” she gasped when she glanced around her room to find every single flat surface of furniture covered with vases of violet orchids.
“Do you like them?”
“Ronon!” she gasped, covering her heart with a hand when he startled her. “You scared the hell out of me,” she said, slightly winded.
“Sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously as he walked towards her. “The last thing I want is to scare you.”
“How did you get in here?”
“Sheppard overrode the security protocols on your door,” he smirked, his eyes taking in her flustered appearance.
“And you got all of these where?” she waved a hand out at the dozens of vases filled with orchids.
“Katie Brown helped me out with those,” he stepped closer while she glanced around at the beauty that filled her room. “Do you like them?” he took one of her hands gently in his.
“They’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” she whispered with a tear in her eye.
“I’ve seen better,” he cupped her cheek in his palm and turned her eyes to his. “They pale in comparison to you and their color doesn’t come close to these,” he traced the tip of his finger along the soft skin beside her eye.
“Why Ronon Dex, if I didn’t know better I’d say you’re trying to seduce me,” the light returned to her eyes along with her usual smile.
“Is it working?” his hand went to cradle the back of her head and pulled her towards him.
“Are you kidding?” she whispered against his approaching lips. “I was sufficiently seduced by the bruise you had on your arm the first day you came into the Infirmary.”
“Good to know cuz I don’t think Katie Brown will let me get away with wiping out her lab again,” he laughed softly before he pulled her lips to meet his.
The kiss was breathtaking for the both of them. Ronon held her face between his large hands while his tongue plundered her mouth. Fae grabbed on to his shoulders to keep him anchored to her. Neither of them wanted to end this bliss but there were other ‘pressing’ matters to attend to.
Fae broke their kiss on a gasp, feeling momentarily light-headed from his touch and lack of oxygen. She kept her eyes locked on his while she backed up a few feet and turned away from him.
Ronon opened his mouth to ask if he’d done something to offend her when she slowly lifted her black t-shirt over her head and let it fall from her fingers. His mouth went dry as he stared at the expanse of her bare back. He had already seen the spider web tattoo on her neck in the Infirmary but he now had a generous view of the large cross that covered her back.
“This is impressive,” his breath whispered through her hair when he stood behind her and gently ran his fingertips over the tattoo.
“I have more,” she turned back to face him, smiling when his eyes widened from the sight of her full breasts. She pushed her workout pants down her legs, standing bare before him. She had to restrain her laughter when his gaze ran down her torso to the sunburst around her navel. “I got this from my favorite band, Godsmack,” she fingered the ink with a grin.
“I thought the knowledge of these other tattoos was reserved for someone special,” he said absently while his gaze traveled lower to a colorful fairy on her hip. She had several along her left calf and around her ankle as well.
“And you don’t think you’re special enough to see them?” she said slyly before she took his wrists in her hands and brought his palms to rest on her slim hips. His eyes flashed to hers, a question in them. “Take me to bed, Ronon, or do women strip naked in front of you all the time just to show you some body art?”
His mouth crashed down on hers once again while he lifted her to dangle from his grasp like a doll. She wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring his kiss, only breaking it when he lowered her down in the center of her bed. Both of their hands pulled his shirt over his head and he tossed it aside even as he let his sandals slip from his feet to the floor.
Her hands wandered the broad expanse of his chest, taking in all that golden skin. It was hers to play with, a tactile delight to take pleasure from. “Stop right there,” she quickly grabbed his wrists when he moved to unfasten his pants. “I love these leather pants since the first time I saw them on you,” she smirked with mischief in her eyes. “Let me help you out of them?” she asked, grinning like a kid on Christmas day when he nodded his head.
Her deft fingers worked at the fastenings until she could part the fabric, her eyebrow rising when she saw the soft trail of hair that led down to what she knew was going to be heaven. Her small hands pushed the leather pants over his rounded ass and they both smiled when she lifted her legs to use her feet to push them down his legs. He kicked them off when they were past her ability to reach.
“Damn, you’re sexy as hell,” she muttered with a breath of wonder when her eyes traveled down his body.
“And you are beautiful,” he whispered in a low, rumble that made her heart leap.
He stared at her face when his fingers grazed over her smooth lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the sweet feeling of his touch on her silky flesh until he zeroed in on her clit. A small whimper escaped her lips when he mercilessly teased the tiny nub before he slipped one long finger into her hot pussy.
“Ronon,” she keened, writhing beneath him until her eyes snapped open with hunger reflecting in their depths. “I need you inside of me now!” her voice was deep with her desire.
“You don’t want more foreplay?” he asked as he withdrew his finger from her wet heat and positioned himself over her.
“Nah, I always eat my dessert first,” she smiled until he pushed his length into her body. “Oh my God, you’re amazing,” she gasped when he filled her completely.
“So tight,” he growled low in his throat, his hand gripping the hip with the fairy tattoo.
“And limber too,” she crossed her legs over his ass and pulled his groin flush to hers. “Now, make love to me, Ronon,” she dragged her tongue over his tattoo, up his jaw line to run it into his mouth.
The man didn’t need to be asked twice. His hips picked up a rhythm, long languid strokes into her body while he ravaged her mouth. It had been a long time since Ronon had known the touch of a woman. He wasn’t going to waste a moment of this time dwelling on it either. He found someone that he cared about and he intended to show her how good he could make her feel.
Ronon held himself up on his left forearm, his right hand cupping a full breast and lowered his head down to draw a nipple into his mouth. Fae grabbed a handful of his dreads and arched her back, forcing her breast further into his mouth.
Ronon’s thrusts picked up in tempo when her nails scored his back. His hips slapped the cradle of her thighs, the sound of their joining flesh almost as loud as her cries and his groans. Sweat glistened on his golden skin, slicking her flesh as he pressed her body into the mattress.
“Ronon,” Fae managed to gasp out before her body clenched his penetrating length within her. The climax that swept through her took her breath away and no sound escaped her lips.
He watched her eyes, opened wide, her lips parted with a silent ‘O’ on them. He continued to drive his aching length into her quivering depths until he felt his release swiftly approaching. He took her to the edge once and was ready to fall over as well but wanted to draw one more orgasm out of her.
His hand slid down her abdomen, his index finger seeking out her clit. He rubbed in a circular motion over the sensitive nub until he felt her body tense up. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and his eyes rolled up in his head when he exploded within her welcoming depths.
“That was incredible,” she whispered after her breathing calmed down, relishing in the feeling of his body on hers. “Ronon, are you okay?” she focused on his head pillowed on her breasts, his chest rising and falling quickly while he tried to control his breath.
“I’m beyond okay,” he mumbled into her full mounds.
“Nice to know, big guy,” she urged his head up by tugging lightly on his locks. “Because I’d like to shower and continue our party in there,” she grinned when his eyes darkened from her suggestion. “If you don’t have any objections, that is,” she lifted one delicate brow, waiting for his response.
“None here,” he rose up and slowly withdrew his length from her body before he scooped her up, tossed her over his shoulder and carried her towards the bathroom.
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you pick out the spot for my next tattoo,” she chuckled while she pinched his ass.
“And what do you consider a good boy?”
“Give me multiple orgasms like that every time and I’ll consider you a good boy.”
~End~
Author: Dee aka angelsdee
Chapter: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ronon/OFC
Disclaimer: I don’t own the lint in my navel so do not sue. This is for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement intended. Ronon and all Stargate characters belong to their owners. The character of Fae is based on my friend, violetvision78.
Summary: Ronon is having more accidents during sparring lessons with Sheppard than usual. John begins to worry until it all becomes clear.
Author’s Note: She finagled this story out of me in exchange for some beautiful graphics and I just couldn’t refuse. This is the 1st of 2 coming her way! Her prompt to me was: "Could you Mary Sue (Violet) me into a fic that is about RONON and his hot Leather Pants? Picture me as Abby (Goth) from NCIS but with violet eyes!" Love ya, babe!
His arm was hurting more than he let on to Sheppard during this last session. He told him it was nothing and they finished their late night/early morning exercises before turning in for the night. On his way to his quarters, Ronon decided to make a stop into the Infirmary to get his aching limb checked out just in case.
Things had been relatively calm on Atlantis lately with no threats from the Wraith or Replicators and it gave the personnel a chance to catch up on some rest. Staff had been sized down in most areas to allow all the overworked members of the expedition a chance to recover from the long days of constant work.
At this late hour, even the Infirmary had very little personnel on duty. When Ronon walked in, he had been expecting a few people on hand but the new doctor was the only person holding down this shift. He had seen her in passing a few times but never took the time to look at her…until now.
“Hey!” she turned and gave him a broad smile.
“Hi,” he cradled his stinging arm, noticing how happy she appeared to be. The woman seemed to be full of energy even at this late hour. “I, uh, had a little accident,” he indicated his arm by moving it towards her a bit.
“I see,” she mock furrowed her brow before she pointed to a bed. “Hop up there and let’s see what you did,” she turned away from him to grab a scanner and roll it towards his bed. “I’ve heard all about you and Colonel Sheppard’s sparring sessions,” she said deep in concentration while she positioned his arm under the device. “They told me when I took this shift to expect one or both of you to show up sooner or later. I just didn’t think it would be on my first shift.”
“We spar vigorously,” his deep rumble made her shiver when he spoke close to her ear. Ronon liked to get a reaction out of people, sometimes with his size or the deep timbre of his voice but when she lifted her gaze from his arm to his eyes, he was the one that had a reaction.
“I like vigorous but not to the point of broken bones,” she quirked her eyebrow before she returned her attention to the scan.
His mouth gaped open for a moment while he stared at her long, black eyelashes. He wanted to glimpse her eyes again but she was engrossed in her work. Was it a play of the light? Did Sheppard hit him in the head? He touched his forehead and temple with his free hand for any signs of injury. No, he saw it right. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of violet. He’d never met or seen a single person in this galaxy with eyes like that.
Ronon took the opportunity to really look at her now. Her black hair was up in a ponytail, her skin a fair complexion, her body had all the right curves and he could see them since she didn’t wear the typical expedition uniform or Infirmary scrubs. She had on a tight sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of black drawstring pants similar to his workout pants. The interesting thing about this woman, besides her unusual eye color, were the tattoos that adorned some areas of skin that were visible. Besides Satedan women, he’d never met a woman that had a tattoo.
“Looks like some bruising,” she spoke and snapped him out of his reverie. “Deep bruising,” she glanced up into his eyes that bore deep into hers. “I suppose it’s pointless to ask you to ease off of the sparring for a while,” she smirked before she moved to a supply cabinet and returned with an ice pack. “Strap this to your arm for the night to cut down on the bruising and try to take it easy,” her eyebrows went up like she was asking him a question with her statement.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he smirked, the skin beside his eyes crinkling in amusement.
~*~
Two nights later, he was walking back into the Infirmary with a small trickle of blood running down the side of his face from his right eyebrow. When Fae turned to look at who was visiting at this late hour, she shook her head with her arms crossed over her chest.
“I’m impressed,” she held a hand out towards a bed. “You took two whole nights off before you ended up back in here,” she moved to stand at the side of the bed as he lay down with one arm cushioning his head.
“I told you I’d see what I could do,” he smiled, his eyes dancing over her face when she leaned down to inspect his wound. He was committing every single one of her features to memory when her stunning purple orbs fixed on his eyes. “Sorry,” he smiled lazily when she caught him staring. “I’ve just never seen eyes that color before.”
“Uh huh,” she arched an eyebrow while she cleaned the cut. “Last time I checked, my eyes weren’t located on my upper chest,” she grinned when she felt him tense. “It’s okay, Ronon,” she laughed playfully.
“I, uh,” he stammered uncomfortably.
“Really,” she gently placed a hand on his cheek, smiling down at him. “It’s okay, I don’t take offense. I’m flattered actually,” she grinned with a twinkle in her eyes as she returned to suturing his wound.
“You aren’t like the other people here,” he said it before he even realized that it could insult her without further explanation. “What I mean is that you dress differently and I’ve never met a woman outside of my people that has tattoos. Most women I’ve met amongst the expedition members don’t have any and almost all of them are too serious. You’re always happy,” he squinted his eyes when her smile grew even wider.
“Yeah, well some of these people need to lighten up. I know we work under a lot of stress and impending danger but that’s no reason to walk around during our downtime like the world is going to blow up if they crack a smile,” she tied off the silk, cut it and threw the needle on the tray. “I’m all business when I need to be but I refuse to walk on eggshells because of the Wraith or anything else out there that wants to kill us.”
“Good way to live,” he shifted his head on his arm to get comfortable and let his eyes drift shut. “And the way you dress, the tattoos and your eyes?” he prodded for more information while feigning near sleep.
“I’m here by myself during this shift; well except when you come in with new injuries after playing with your sticks,” her voice went up at the end and he knew she was smiling while she applied antibiotic to his brow. “I like to listen to music and exercise while I’m here. My tattoos, well I’ve had those for years and look forward to more whenever I get home on leave.”
“The pain doesn’t bother you?”
“I’m not some gentle flower that let’s a little pain keep me from getting what I want. As near as I can tell,” she lifted the neckline of his shirt and his eyes popped open, “I have more tattoos than you and believe it or not, genetics gave me these eyes. So, you’re all done,” she slapped his knee before she stripped off her gloves. “Unless there’s anything else you want to know?”
“Not that I can think of…yet,” he smirked before he sat up, looming over her. “I’ll let you know if I think of anything else,” he could see the visible effect his voice had on her, kept his grin to himself, and jumped off the bed to leave.
“You don’t have to be injured to have a conversation with me, you know?” she called out to him as he reached the door. He paused for a moment, not turning back or acknowledging her comment before he walked out.
~*~
The large man seemed to be coming to her every two days for random minor injuries. He’d been a regular visitor to the Infirmary several times in the wee hours of the morning. A sly grin would appear on his face every time she gave him a disapproving frown.
He’d lie down on the medical bed, stretched out like a big cat at rest while she worked on his newest battle scar. Each time he came in, he’d ask more questions, a majority of them lately hit close to personal but she answered them all without breaking stride.
“So, do you have a big family back home?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Not really,” she mused thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have been able to accept this position if I did. Wouldn’t want to leave them behind for so long.”
“I guess that means you don’t have a husband or children,” he gave her a big grin when she looked at him with an arched brow. “I noticed you don’t wear a ring, that is the custom amongst your people, right?”
“Yes, that is the custom amongst my people and no, I don’t have a husband or kids.”
“So, do you have any more tattoos that I haven’t seen?” his lazy smile spread across his face and lit his eyes when her mouth fell open.
“That is for me to know and someone special to find out,” she recovered quickly, flashing him a devilish grin. “You’re good to go,” she patted his shoulder, letting her touch linger for a moment.
“Thanks, Doc,” he said lightly before he walked to the door.
“Ronon,” she said softly, not looking at him when he turned towards her. “You’re one of my people too, you know?”
Warmth flooded his heart from her whispered words before he smiled with a nod and silently left the Infirmary.
~*~
“What is it this time?” she asked while she stretched her legs out, sitting on the floor.
“Dislocated finger,” he held up his hand, his index finger bent at an odd angle but she wasn’t looking. His mouth hung open when her legs went into the splits and held it for a while before she straightened them out in front of her and rose to her feet. “That was impressive,” he tried to keep the rumble of excitement out of his voice but failed to pull it off.
“Well I don’t play with sticks but I’m very active and try to keep limber,” she grinned slyly as she led him to a bed by the elbow. “Sit,” she waited until he jumped up before she looked at the offered digit with a scowl. “That is nasty. I’m curious, Ronon,” she said absently while she went to retrieve a splint and tape.
“About what?”
“For someone that has lived with all the pain that you have,” she walked up to him, placing the supplies on the tray before she grabbed his hand and stared right into his eyes. “Why do you make a habit of inflicting more on yourself at every turn?” she saw his eyes snap to hers and picked that moment to snap his finger back into place.
“I just want to be ready and stay in shape for the war,” he explained after he quashed the urge to say ‘Ow’. “I don’t want to become complacent and die because I’m not prepared. Not to mention that I’m responsible for defending my team and this city like Sheppard and the rest of his men.”
“Uh huh,” she sighed while she placed the splint over his finger and began to tape it.
“What?” he asked when her usual smile and cheerfulness disappeared.
“I’ve read your file,” she whispered, chancing a glance up at him before she returned her focus to her work. “The things you went through, all those years of running to stay alive, I couldn’t imagine how difficult that was for you,” her voice became subdued, almost pain-filled and he hated to hear the change in it. “I know your life was beyond imagining but I especially don’t like to see you in pain or hurt,” she glanced up at him with sorrow in those violet eyes. “Not after everything you’ve been through,” she turned to put away her supplies.
Ronon felt a stirring in his chest when his pain erased the happiness in those eyes that he’d grown so fond of. He crossed the distance between them, catching her upper arms when she turned and jumped to find him so close. “I don’t like pain and I’ve had enough suffering to last me a lifetime,” his deep voice drifted across her ear, the scruff on his chin brushing against her cheek. “But I’m responsible for you too, you know?” he whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver when his thumbs traced light patterns over the skin of her arms.
“And I’m responsible for you,” she lowered her head to rest against his chest, feeling more at ease as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. His chin rested on the top of her head for several minutes until she pulled back to wipe her eyes. “You’re good to go,” she whispered softly.
He lifted her chin to see the few drops of moisture there, gathered them on his calloused fingertips and absorbed them into his skin. It gave him a sense of belonging to absorb a part of her into his body. “I’ll see you soon, Doc,” his voice was low, the rich timbre of it calming her before he brushed a soft kiss on her forehead and hesitantly walked towards the door.
~*~
“Is it just me or are you letting me win?” John grinned when he landed another hit with the wooden sword across Ronon’s backside.
“I’m not letting you win,” Ronon groused irritably, rubbing his stinging ass.
“Come on, buddy, I’ve sent you to the Infirmary more times than I can count over the past few weeks,” he laughed until he noticed Ronon shifting uncomfortably between his feet. “Wait a minute,” John narrowed his eyes on the Satedan. “No way,” he shook his head with a knowing smile.
“What?”
“You’ve been letting me kick your ass so you can go see that new doc, haven’t you?”
“No, I haven’t,” Ronon spun his sword in his hand, frowning at his friend.
“Yeah, you have,” John shouldered the practice sword behind his neck and tilted his head while he studied Ronon. “You’ve been intentionally losing so you can go check her out. Admit it.”
“Fine,” he shouted, making John’s eyes widen from his tone. “I find myself attracted to her,” he lowered his voice, staring at the floor.
“So, what’s the problem?” John got serious when he saw how upset his friend was. “Doesn’t she like you?”
“We’ve talked a lot, I’ve asked her quite a few personal questions and she answered them all and I’d even say she flirted with me,” he drifted off at the end, leaving John waiting.
“But?”
“I don’t know how to approach her on her turf unless I go in there with an injury and it upsets her that I get hurt so much which is ironic considering I’m letting you hurt me so that I can see her,” he ranted out while he paced back and forth across the mat.
“Okay, big guy,” John raised his hands to stop Ronon’s tirade. “Calm down and tell me what the deal is.” He listened while Ronon paced, tapping the practice sword on the ground with each step he took. He told him everything they had talked about and how she acted the last time he saw her. John had to hide his smile when he realized just how taken his friend was with Fae. “You care about this girl, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you want to see her again?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe try to explore a relationship with her?”
“Sheppard!”
“Okay! Okay!” he held up his hands with a smirk. “Tell me what the first thing is that you really liked about this girl and please don’t tell me it was her breasts or ass.”
“She has beautiful breasts and a fine ass but the first thing I noticed was her eyes,” Ronon had a far away look in his eyes as he remembered those orbs of purple. “She has the most beautiful violet colored eyes.”
“Then I have an idea.”
~*~
“Excuse me,” he knocked on the wall inside the door of the lab until the tiny doctor glanced up from her microscope. “Dr. Brown, right?”
“Yes, Ronon,” she stood up, waving him in. “What can I do for you?”
“I have a favor to ask,” he said, looking around the Botany Lab.
~*~
It was early in the morning. The rest of the Atlantis personnel were coming on duty just as Fae was getting off. Her shift was long and boring and if you forced her with little effort, she’d admit that she missed seeing Ronon walk into the Infirmary every other day.
Despite what others thought, he was warm and caring and not the hardened, distant person that he came off as. When he let you in, you could see how much he craved interaction, how much he hated being alone in such a big city surrounded by people.
Even when he was grilling her for information about herself, she could pick up on his loneliness, his playfulness, his need…
The man was sin on two legs and she couldn’t help flirting with him. He had the most adorable smile, eyes you could get lost in, and a body that just wouldn’t quit. ‘Too bad you scared him, Fae,’ she sighed heavily as she walked up the corridor to her quarters. ‘It would’ve been nice to see if you could’ve broken down the rest of those walls he put up to protect himself but no, you had to screw it up and ruin everything,’ she admonished herself while she accessed her door.
She walked into her room, letting the door swish shut behind her before she turned on the light. “Oh my,” she gasped when she glanced around her room to find every single flat surface of furniture covered with vases of violet orchids.
“Do you like them?”
“Ronon!” she gasped, covering her heart with a hand when he startled her. “You scared the hell out of me,” she said, slightly winded.
“Sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously as he walked towards her. “The last thing I want is to scare you.”
“How did you get in here?”
“Sheppard overrode the security protocols on your door,” he smirked, his eyes taking in her flustered appearance.
“And you got all of these where?” she waved a hand out at the dozens of vases filled with orchids.
“Katie Brown helped me out with those,” he stepped closer while she glanced around at the beauty that filled her room. “Do you like them?” he took one of her hands gently in his.
“They’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” she whispered with a tear in her eye.
“I’ve seen better,” he cupped her cheek in his palm and turned her eyes to his. “They pale in comparison to you and their color doesn’t come close to these,” he traced the tip of his finger along the soft skin beside her eye.
“Why Ronon Dex, if I didn’t know better I’d say you’re trying to seduce me,” the light returned to her eyes along with her usual smile.
“Is it working?” his hand went to cradle the back of her head and pulled her towards him.
“Are you kidding?” she whispered against his approaching lips. “I was sufficiently seduced by the bruise you had on your arm the first day you came into the Infirmary.”
“Good to know cuz I don’t think Katie Brown will let me get away with wiping out her lab again,” he laughed softly before he pulled her lips to meet his.
The kiss was breathtaking for the both of them. Ronon held her face between his large hands while his tongue plundered her mouth. Fae grabbed on to his shoulders to keep him anchored to her. Neither of them wanted to end this bliss but there were other ‘pressing’ matters to attend to.
Fae broke their kiss on a gasp, feeling momentarily light-headed from his touch and lack of oxygen. She kept her eyes locked on his while she backed up a few feet and turned away from him.
Ronon opened his mouth to ask if he’d done something to offend her when she slowly lifted her black t-shirt over her head and let it fall from her fingers. His mouth went dry as he stared at the expanse of her bare back. He had already seen the spider web tattoo on her neck in the Infirmary but he now had a generous view of the large cross that covered her back.
“This is impressive,” his breath whispered through her hair when he stood behind her and gently ran his fingertips over the tattoo.
“I have more,” she turned back to face him, smiling when his eyes widened from the sight of her full breasts. She pushed her workout pants down her legs, standing bare before him. She had to restrain her laughter when his gaze ran down her torso to the sunburst around her navel. “I got this from my favorite band, Godsmack,” she fingered the ink with a grin.
“I thought the knowledge of these other tattoos was reserved for someone special,” he said absently while his gaze traveled lower to a colorful fairy on her hip. She had several along her left calf and around her ankle as well.
“And you don’t think you’re special enough to see them?” she said slyly before she took his wrists in her hands and brought his palms to rest on her slim hips. His eyes flashed to hers, a question in them. “Take me to bed, Ronon, or do women strip naked in front of you all the time just to show you some body art?”
His mouth crashed down on hers once again while he lifted her to dangle from his grasp like a doll. She wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring his kiss, only breaking it when he lowered her down in the center of her bed. Both of their hands pulled his shirt over his head and he tossed it aside even as he let his sandals slip from his feet to the floor.
Her hands wandered the broad expanse of his chest, taking in all that golden skin. It was hers to play with, a tactile delight to take pleasure from. “Stop right there,” she quickly grabbed his wrists when he moved to unfasten his pants. “I love these leather pants since the first time I saw them on you,” she smirked with mischief in her eyes. “Let me help you out of them?” she asked, grinning like a kid on Christmas day when he nodded his head.
Her deft fingers worked at the fastenings until she could part the fabric, her eyebrow rising when she saw the soft trail of hair that led down to what she knew was going to be heaven. Her small hands pushed the leather pants over his rounded ass and they both smiled when she lifted her legs to use her feet to push them down his legs. He kicked them off when they were past her ability to reach.
“Damn, you’re sexy as hell,” she muttered with a breath of wonder when her eyes traveled down his body.
“And you are beautiful,” he whispered in a low, rumble that made her heart leap.
He stared at her face when his fingers grazed over her smooth lips. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the sweet feeling of his touch on her silky flesh until he zeroed in on her clit. A small whimper escaped her lips when he mercilessly teased the tiny nub before he slipped one long finger into her hot pussy.
“Ronon,” she keened, writhing beneath him until her eyes snapped open with hunger reflecting in their depths. “I need you inside of me now!” her voice was deep with her desire.
“You don’t want more foreplay?” he asked as he withdrew his finger from her wet heat and positioned himself over her.
“Nah, I always eat my dessert first,” she smiled until he pushed his length into her body. “Oh my God, you’re amazing,” she gasped when he filled her completely.
“So tight,” he growled low in his throat, his hand gripping the hip with the fairy tattoo.
“And limber too,” she crossed her legs over his ass and pulled his groin flush to hers. “Now, make love to me, Ronon,” she dragged her tongue over his tattoo, up his jaw line to run it into his mouth.
The man didn’t need to be asked twice. His hips picked up a rhythm, long languid strokes into her body while he ravaged her mouth. It had been a long time since Ronon had known the touch of a woman. He wasn’t going to waste a moment of this time dwelling on it either. He found someone that he cared about and he intended to show her how good he could make her feel.
Ronon held himself up on his left forearm, his right hand cupping a full breast and lowered his head down to draw a nipple into his mouth. Fae grabbed a handful of his dreads and arched her back, forcing her breast further into his mouth.
Ronon’s thrusts picked up in tempo when her nails scored his back. His hips slapped the cradle of her thighs, the sound of their joining flesh almost as loud as her cries and his groans. Sweat glistened on his golden skin, slicking her flesh as he pressed her body into the mattress.
“Ronon,” Fae managed to gasp out before her body clenched his penetrating length within her. The climax that swept through her took her breath away and no sound escaped her lips.
He watched her eyes, opened wide, her lips parted with a silent ‘O’ on them. He continued to drive his aching length into her quivering depths until he felt his release swiftly approaching. He took her to the edge once and was ready to fall over as well but wanted to draw one more orgasm out of her.
His hand slid down her abdomen, his index finger seeking out her clit. He rubbed in a circular motion over the sensitive nub until he felt her body tense up. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and his eyes rolled up in his head when he exploded within her welcoming depths.
“That was incredible,” she whispered after her breathing calmed down, relishing in the feeling of his body on hers. “Ronon, are you okay?” she focused on his head pillowed on her breasts, his chest rising and falling quickly while he tried to control his breath.
“I’m beyond okay,” he mumbled into her full mounds.
“Nice to know, big guy,” she urged his head up by tugging lightly on his locks. “Because I’d like to shower and continue our party in there,” she grinned when his eyes darkened from her suggestion. “If you don’t have any objections, that is,” she lifted one delicate brow, waiting for his response.
“None here,” he rose up and slowly withdrew his length from her body before he scooped her up, tossed her over his shoulder and carried her towards the bathroom.
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you pick out the spot for my next tattoo,” she chuckled while she pinched his ass.
“And what do you consider a good boy?”
“Give me multiple orgasms like that every time and I’ll consider you a good boy.”
~End~