The Specialist

Title: THE SPECIALIST
Author: Lacenire
Date: 11/22/05
Part:2
Rating: NC-17/ MA
Characters: Ronon/ Morwen (OC)
Archiving: RDFever (yahoo groups); Wraithbait.com
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2250

Disclaimers:
I do not own Ronon or any characters from Stargate Atlantis, he simply inspires me like no other. I do not make money from my stories so please do not sue me.

Summary:
Ronon Dex tries to look up old friends, but is once more captured by the Wraith and taken to a Hive ship where he meets a ghost from his past.


******THE JOURNEY******


“Ronon, my friend! I see you have returned to Belkan, and with yet another beautiful woman!”

Ronon had entered the inn that Solen frequented with Morwen in tow. She was by no means a willing companion, and had tried to slip away from him several times along their journey. Ronon had taken to always keeping her in his field of view, after her last attempt which almost resulted in their being recaptured. Ronon knew that if he could only convince her of his innocence, they could get on with the business of becoming reacquainted. It might even be possible for her to join the Atlanteans, since she was as talented a him in weapons craft.

Solen greeted Ronon as if it were only yesterday that he and Teyla had visited on their trading trip. Ronon had purposefully chosen to take Morwen to Belkan because he knew there was a large Satedan settlement on the planet. He needed to convince her of his innocence, he needed to make her see reason.

“Solen! You’re as observant as ever I see. This is Specialist Morwen Sato.” Ronon drew Morwen forward so that Solen could get a good look at her.

“Specialist you say? I don’t believe I ever served with any Specialist as pretty as you. They must have kept you hidden away for the covert assignments.”

“As you said, I served in slightly different circumstances to Ronon.” with a parting glare, Morwen strode towards the dining tables and sat down to wait.

Ronon watched her angrily stride away, then turned to Solen.

“Solen, I need your help. Somehow Kell has managed to convince her that I am the traitor and not him.” Ronon launched into a description of the events leading up to their arrival including their near brush with death on the Hive ship.

Solen listened to Ronon’s tale then nodded his head in Morwen’s direction.

“What do you want me to do? How can I help?” Solen asked.

“On my last visit you told me there were Satedans living in settlements here on Belkan, I need to take her to one of those settlements. I think the only way I’ll be able to convince her of my innocence is to have her find out about Kell’s atrocities from people who were his victims.” Ronon finished and waited for Solen to consider his words.

“Listen, the nearest settlement is two days walk from here. Satedans do not like to live close to the Gate. They have found that the Wraith do not raid far inland, preferring to cull settlements near the Gate through which they arrive.”

“Just point me in the right direction, I refuse to have even one Satedan believe that I’m a traitor!” was Ronon’s response as he stared at Morwen and she glared back defiantly.

**********

“We should set up camp in that cave up ahead, it’s close to the stream and defensible.” Ronon said pointing to the mountainside and the barely visible cave entrance.

They had been walking all day and Morwen’s silence was beginning to wear on Ronon’s nerves. She had resisted the need to travel inland and in fact wanted Ronon to ‘go back to the hole he had crawled out of’. Ronon ignored her words and dragged her along as he left town. He tried his best not to let her see how disheartened he was by her obvious distrust and hatred, especially since he remembered better times when she trusted him above all else.

~What had happened to cause her to believe the worst of him? How had she become so callus and uncaring?~

As they trudged along towards the cave, Morwen stole a glance at Ronon. She had been stealing glances at him from time to time all day, fighting with herself for her obvious weakness. He had taken off his shirt at some point in their walk and she had been contemplating the movement of his arm muscles as they flexed and relaxed as he swung his arms with every stride. She allowed her pace to slow so that he could get ahead of her. She had always loved his butt and wanted to get a look at it before they entered the gloom of the cave. As she stared at his butt and the flexing muscles there, she allowed her gaze to drift upwards to his back.

“What happened to your back!”

Morwen’s dread-filled question made Ronon stop and turn around to stare confusedly at her where she stood.

“There’s nothing wrong with my back.” Ronon was puzzled by her reaction.

“Your back is covered with scars! And there’s one right over your spine that looks like it could have crippled you!” Morwen strode up to Ronon and looked into his eyes, demanding an answer.

“I didn’t realize you still cared Morwen.” without answering Morwen’s questions, Ronon turned and continued to walk towards the cave.

***********

Morwen lay in the shadows of their fire staring at the entrance to the cave where Ronon was affixing a leather tarp to hide the glow of their fire from the outside. His skin was still damp from bathing in the little stream that flowed at the base of the mountain, and he was dressed in the short body wrap that Satedan men favored when relaxing. As he turned towards where she lay, the fire’s glow highlighted the muscles that rippled on his chest, arms and legs. Morwen caught her breath at the sight of his perfect body and commanding height. She remembered the times when his long muscular arms had lifted her up in exultation, she remembered the times he had pressed her to his chest as he kissed her breathless. As she watched, he turned towards the opposite corner of the cave and headed towards his own bed-roll.

Ronon knew he was being watched. Seven years of Running had sharpened his senses, so he heard when Morwen’s breath caught in her throat and she shifted restlessly. Ronon remembered well how she had always admired his body and loved to caress his muscles. His choice of garb was not a mistake, he knew that if any visage of feelings remained, Morwen would not be able to resist him for long. He made a great show of going to his own bed-roll and waited to see what she would do.

After a half-hour of tossing and turning, Morwen finally gave up trying to sleep. She turned over and stared into the shadows, trying to see if Ronon was sleeping. She was so turned on by the sight of his body, her nipples were erect and aching to be kissed and sucked. She allowed her hand to brush against them and almost cried out aloud at the instantaneous burst of desire that raced through her. Muffling her cry, she tried to determine if Ronon was sleeping. She saw his chest rise and fall in the regular pattern of sleep and he stirred as if in the midst of a good dream. Sighing in relief, she flung away the covers and pulled off her clothes. She needed a release and she needed it now!

Ronon was pretending to be asleep. As he lay on his side facing Morwen, he saw her brush her hands across her breasts restlessly. He knew she was turned on and wanted a sexual release. He waited to see what she would do.

~Will she come over to me?~ he wondered, feeling himself getting hard at the thought.

As Ronon stared from the shadows, he saw Morwen remove her shift and lay back with a sigh of pleasure as her hands grasped her breasts and rubbed them in a circular pattern. She used her thumbs to flick her nipples and pull on them. Ronon watched as she rotated her hips in a circular motion and bend her knees so that her feet were flat. Ronon almost forgot to breathe when he saw her run her right hand down her belly and stop at the junction between her legs. Ronon could almost feel the silky texture of the dark curls that her questing fingers parted, and the slick wetness that surely pooled in that most secret of places. When Morwen began to move her fingers up and down and in a circular motion, Ronon found his own hand straying to his throbbing organ.

Morwen was in ecstasy. In her mind’s eye she imagined that her fingers were Ronon’s, and as she thrust her hips in response to the motion of her fingers, she imagined that she was grinding herself against Ronon hot tongue. Hot juices flowed freely and her rhythmic thrusting became more frenzied, as she allowed the fantasy to proceed:


***Ronon gently parted her legs and in one powerful thrust entered her hot well. She cried out in ecstasy and lust as he withdrew and once more slammed into her. Twice more he thrust into her, and then withdrew completely to once more settle between her legs and resume his licking and sucking. Ronon had always been an expert at pleasing her, and now was no different. As he pushed her legs even further apart, and plunged his hot tongue into her swollen pussy and used his lips to suck on her throbbing clit, Morwen found herself crying out as she immediately experienced the most powerful orgasm of the past seven years.***


Ronon grasped his engorged penis and found himself moving his hips back and forth as he pleasured himself. He gave up the pretense of sleep as he turned over on his back and flung off the covering exposing his pulsating organ. The numerous veins were enlarged and a bead of moisture glistened at the head. Ronon found himself groaning as he squeezed his penis and ran his hands up and down. He imagined his hand was Morwen’s slick pussy, and found himself growing even harder at that thought.

~Enough is enough!~

With that thought, Ronon flung himself out of the bed-roll and walked around the fire to Morwen’s writhing form where he crouched down beside her and replaced her fingers with his hungry tongue.

As Morwen breathing came back to normal she realized that a large form was crouched between her legs and was gently lapping at her still throbbing pussy. Reality hit her when she realized that part of her fantasy had been real, and Ronon had in fact been pleasuring her. She watched in amazement as he rose up and as in her fantasy, penetrated her in a swift thrust. The groan of pleasure that he emitted was music to her ears, she found herself wrapping her legs around his thrusting hips and meeting each thrust head on.

~Dear Gods! I had forgotten how weak he makes me feel! He’s always been the perfect fit..…..if too large can be considered a fit! Ha! I’ll be sore in the morning, but right now this feels great!~ Morwen’s thoughts soon lost all coherence as once more she was pushed to the edge of reason as another powerful orgasm washed over her.

Ronon could not believe he was actually buried to the hilt in Morwen’s hot pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and rode him as expertly as he recalled, forcing him to fling back his head in release as he pumped his hot seed into her. Ronon continued for a few more thrusts before collapsing to one side in sated exhaustion.

As Ronon’s breathing became more regular and sleep started to claim him, he felt Morwen snuggle into his side. He was secretly pleased and wrapped his arm around her to hold her close as he finally surrendered to his body’s tiredness.

**********

Morwen awoke slowly but soon realized that she was alone in the bed-roll. She immediately looked across to where Ronon had placed his bed-roll, only to see the empty spot. She got up groggily and took stock. She had been well and truly fucked, if the soreness between her legs was any indication, and yet the source of her satisfaction was nowhere to be seen. Rising, Morwen found her wrap from the night before and headed outside to the stream.

Ronon watched as Morwen emerged from the cave and headed for the stream. He smiled as he remembered the night before and the pleasure they had shared. Twice more he had caused her to cry out in pleasure, the last time she had been unable to stop herself from grabbing unto him and kissing him deeply. Ronon knew that Morwen would deny any feelings for him and declare the night before nothing else but sex. Pure and simple sex. He had left before she awoke to prolong the feeling that they actually cared about each other. Sighing in regret, he rose and walk over to the stream.

Morwen saw Ronon come into view and almost called out to him to join her. She caught herself smiling at him just in time, and allowed the mask of indifference and distrust to fall into place as he stopped at the stream.

“If we leave now we can be at the settlement by early evening. I’ve taken out the field rations, so we can eat as we walk.”

With that statement, Ronon turned and walked back to the cave to gather the rest of their belongings.

Morwen watched him walk away and was glad that he had not given her a chance to respond. Her next step would be difficult enough without things getting complicated between them.