fic: Promises To Keep, PG-13 [Ronon/Keller]
TITLE: Promises To Keep
SUMMARY: Ronon keeps his promises.
PAIRING: Ronon/Keller
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, etc.
NOTES: "PG-13? For the Porn Battle? What??" This is an extremely un-porn-y entry for the Porn Battle. The muse just didn't want to write them at it, she was more interested in the process of them working things out, and at 3am (the time when I posted this), I wasn't in the mood to argue.
Promises To Keep
Jennifer Keller looked at Ronon with a cross between disbelief and amusement. "Really?"
He savoured the expression on her face, the pale curves of her long, slender body, the view through the sheer tunic she wore. He could do that; she had just as good a view of him through the equally sheer loincloth.
If these were the perils of off-world travel among people with very different weather and very different ways, then Ronon wanted a bit more 'peril' like this in future.
"I won't lay a hand on you," he said. "Promise."
Her mouth twitched into an expression that might have been rueful. "All right, then..."
But she gasped when he backed her up against the door of the hut, using his size to herd her back. She was surprised, perhaps even a little amused, but not afraid. "Ronon!"
He bent and kissed her, a swift swoop of lips to lips, capture and yielding at once. Cool hands slid over his shoulders, pale fingers with a firm grip to them - a doctor's hands - and her hands tugged lightly on his dreadlocks to pull him back. "You promised," Jen reminded him, desire and good humour in her gaze.
"I promised no hands," Ronon said, planting his hands either side of her against the back of the door, and kissing his way down her throat, lingering over the pulse that thrummed just behind her ear and grinning. "I said nothing about my mouth."
fin
SUMMARY: Ronon keeps his promises.
PAIRING: Ronon/Keller
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, etc.
NOTES: "PG-13? For the Porn Battle? What??" This is an extremely un-porn-y entry for the Porn Battle. The muse just didn't want to write them at it, she was more interested in the process of them working things out, and at 3am (the time when I posted this), I wasn't in the mood to argue.
Promises To Keep
Jennifer Keller looked at Ronon with a cross between disbelief and amusement. "Really?"
He savoured the expression on her face, the pale curves of her long, slender body, the view through the sheer tunic she wore. He could do that; she had just as good a view of him through the equally sheer loincloth.
If these were the perils of off-world travel among people with very different weather and very different ways, then Ronon wanted a bit more 'peril' like this in future.
"I won't lay a hand on you," he said. "Promise."
Her mouth twitched into an expression that might have been rueful. "All right, then..."
But she gasped when he backed her up against the door of the hut, using his size to herd her back. She was surprised, perhaps even a little amused, but not afraid. "Ronon!"
He bent and kissed her, a swift swoop of lips to lips, capture and yielding at once. Cool hands slid over his shoulders, pale fingers with a firm grip to them - a doctor's hands - and her hands tugged lightly on his dreadlocks to pull him back. "You promised," Jen reminded him, desire and good humour in her gaze.
"I promised no hands," Ronon said, planting his hands either side of her against the back of the door, and kissing his way down her throat, lingering over the pulse that thrummed just behind her ear and grinning. "I said nothing about my mouth."
fin