(fic) Endurance by margarks - Ronon/Elizabeth, NC-17

Oct 26, 2008 18:31

Title: Endurance
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Written For: kisahawklin
Word Count: 1654
Prompt:

Request Two
Pairing: Ronon/Elizabeth
Three Things You Want To See: an NC17 rating, food, Ronon tied up
Three Things You Do NOT Want To See: kink except bondage, death, talk
of previous relationships for either of them

Author's Notes:

Thanks to heimedall for the beta!

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Elizabeth stepped into the nearly empty hut, her feet crunching against the loose soil that made up the floor. She glanced back as the door closed behind her, leaving them alone in the room.

She studied Ronon carefully, looking for any signs of distress but he only shrugged, his shoulders shifting only slightly with his hands tied to the post above his head.

"I'm okay."

"I don't actually believe that any of this is okay," Elizabeth said, gesturing toward him. She'd agreed to the 'ritual', only because Ronon had been willing and the Fehrans would have refused further negotiations otherwise.

His shoulders shifted again and one corner of his mouth kicked up into a half-smile. "You're worried about me."

"Of course I am."

"I can take care of myself," Ronon said. "I could get out of this if I wanted to."

"I know that." Elizabeth frowned. "I just... you shouldn't have to... "

"It's all right," Ronon said, shivering a little as Elizabeth traced one of the tattoos painted across his chest. His nipple beaded immediately and Elizabeth sucked in a breath, a faint blush tinting her cheeks. He liked that he could do that to her. "They didn't even bind my feet."

"Good," she said. "They said I could stay for a while. Feed you some dinner." She pulled the small bag of provisions they'd given her from her vest. "It's not much but... " She reached inside. "I was able to get them to agree to a few pieces of fruit."

"Surprised you got that much," he said. "Actually, I'm surprised they even let you in here."

It was Elizabeth's turn to smile. "I can be very... persuasive."

His cock twitched. "Yeah."

She held the fruit to his mouth and he bit into it, the juices bursting on his tongue. He dipped his head, licking at the dribbles that escaped onto Elizabeth's fingers.

"Ronon." Her breath whistled through her teeth. "We can't." She glanced around again, leaning in to whisper, "Not here."

He didn't argue, just suckled the tip of one of her fingers.

"Ronon," she moaned, making a soft sound in the back of her throat as she dropped the fruit to the floor.

"Don't want fruit," he said, licking the pad of her finger as he locked eyes with her. "Want you. Want to taste you on my tongue, hear those sounds you make when you come."

Her face felt hot, her body responding to his voice and the way he was devouring her with his eyes. "We can't," she said again, eying his bonds, then the hard bulge of his erection. "I mean, even if we... you're all - " She gestured at him, indicating his bonds and the impossibility of his suggestion.

He grinned. "I thought you said you were gonna feed me." He licked his lips salaciously.

"We're off world," she said in a whisper. It was sort of an unspoken rule, wasn't it, not to do anything... personal, while off world? Besides, it wasn't as if there was a lock on the door. She glanced back automatically, checking to see that the door was still closed and they were still alone.

"Yeah," Ronon said not taking his eyes off her.

"Ronon -- "

"Just a taste," he interrupted her. "That's all." He leaned toward her as far as his bound wrists would allow. "I bet you're already wet, aren't you, Lizbeth?"

A shallow breath escaped as she nodded jerkily.

"Come on," Ronon said, his voice a low rumble. "No one will know. You don't even have to bare yourself," he cajoled, though the look he gave her told her that he wanted her to. "Just slip that pretty hand into your panties for me. Touch yourself. Please."

"Oh," Elizabeth moaned softly, her fingers playing at her waistband.

"That's it, Lizbeth. Go on," he urged her. "Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself and let me taste."

"God, this is so... " Wrong. Elizabeth knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't, that they shouldn't, but her body had a will of its own. She gasped, letting her head fall back as she dipped two fingers between the swollen lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes, bending her knees a little to open her thighs, not realizing the picture she made.

"Lizbeth," Ronon growled, his nostrils flaring.

She sighed as her fingers slipped free. She was careful not to wipe away her juices as she pulled her hand from her pants and brought it to Ronon's lips. Her fingers shook, his hot breath against her skin spiking her arousal to a fever pitch.

She felt sweat beading on her upper lip, felt her scalp tingling as Ronon's eyes fluttered closed on a groan and he sucked her fingers into his mouth. He licked at her and suckled, reminding her what it was like to have his mouth on her, to have him tasting her for real, making her come.

She leaned into him, feeling his tongue slide between her fingers, rasping against her skin. She kissed his neck, licking at the salty curve of it, rocking against his thigh.

"Oh, fuck, Lizbeth," Ronon said as he released her fingers to capture her mouth with his.

She tasted herself in his kiss, burying her fingers in his dreads and holding him to her. His hips met hers as they rubbed against one another. She could feel his restlessness, knew that he wanted to break free and take control, take her.

She smiled against his mouth, pressing one last kiss against his lips. Then she dropped her hand, still wet with his saliva, to cup his groin. His hips jerked, pressing his erection into her palm.

"Lizbeth," he said, thrusting again and groaning.

She loved the way he said her name. She'd heard the nickname before, but coming from him it was an intimate caress.

"You want to come, don't you?" she asked, and he laughed.

"Always."

She laughed, too, the sound dying as she glanced back up at his bonds.

"Hey," he said. "The only thing that hurts right now is a little bit lower."

She laughed again and squeezed him, wrenching another groan from his body. "I think I can do something about that." Before she could think too hard about where they were, or what she was doing, she sank to her knees.

"God." Ronon's eyes widened. "Lizbeth, no, you don't have to."

"You got your taste," she said, glancing up at him through her lashes. "I want mine."

It didn't take long to free him and she gave him a few strokes, spreading his pre-come along the shaft. The noise he made as his cock slid between her lips as guttural and animalistic.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the taste and feel of him. She didn't actually get to do this that often. At least not to completion because Ronon tended to want to come inside of her. She wanted that, too, most of the time. But every once in awhile, she wanted it like this.

She moaned as she went down on him, sucking hard.

She caressed his hips and cupped his buttocks as his cock slid in and out of her throat. She urged him with hungry sounds and restless caresses to thrust, to fuck her mouth.

Her legs moved unconsciously, rubbing her thighs together.

He throbbed inside her mouth and she knew he was close. Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she stroked him, meeting the ring of her fingers with her lips and milking the orgasm from his body. He pulsed, shooting onto her tongue again and again, calling her name.

She swallowed with a moan, then stood to give him another hungry kiss. One hand was still around his cock, stroking him gently. He shuddered against her, his big body hanging limply against the ropes that held him up.

"Lizbeth." He turned his head to kiss her temple, her cheek. "Your turn. Wanna watch you come."

She was so close, she knew it would only take one or two stroked across her clit to make her come. Breathing hard she lowered her zipper again, just far enough to slip her hand inside. She dropped her forehead against his shoulder, wishing she could feel his arms around her as she rested against him. As she brought herself to completion.

She bit his shoulder, instinctively muffling her cries, though she knew that he'd probably been loud enough for the both of them.

"Beautiful," he whispered against her ear, kissing the shell.

She brought her hand to his lips again, letting him clean her fingers for her. She stayed like that, leaning against him, absorbing his heat for what felt like hours. She knew that the Fehrans would come soon to take her away. She pulled back, dropping a kiss against his throat.

She refastened his pants and then straightened her own clothes, running her fingers through her hair to try to rid herself of the disheveled look she knew she wore.

"Can't wait 'till we're home," he said hoarsely.

She smiled, feeling warmed, as she always was, when Ronon referred to Atlantis as his home. "Soon," she said, rubbing her thumb along the line of his cheekbone. "Thank you for doing this. You didn't have to."

He shrugged. "It's nothing. And if it gets us what McKay needs to fix that new machine, it's worth it."

She kissed him again, just as they heard a soft knock. She willed the flush in her cheeks to lessen, and schooled her expression, picking up the fallen fruit just as the door opened.

"See you in the morning," she said, smiling at him.

"Yeah," he grinned back, licking his lips and making her blush darken again.

She heard his laughter echoing through the room as she followed her guide out the door.

"Your warrior is very strong," the Fehran said. "Impressive."

She grinned. "Yes, he's very impressive."

THE END.

series: sga, writer: margarks, pairing: dex/weir, 2008 ficathon, recipient: kisahawklin, genre: het

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