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The Traitor
Title: THE SPECIALIST
Author: Lacenire
Date: 11/24/05
Part:3
Rating: NC-17/ MA
Characters: Ronon/ Morwen (OC)
Archiving: Wraithbait.com
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2236
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 TRAITOR******
Ronon and Morwen’s approach to the settlement had not gone unnoticed. As they entered the cluster of shelters and animal enclosures, several armed men and women surrounded them. Many of the weapons were of Satedan design, and this fact satisfied Ronon that he had found Theba. It was time to introduce themselves before someone got hurt.
“I am Specialist Ronon Dex and this is Specialist Morwen Sato”
Ronon held his hands away from his body and indicated Morwen who warily looked at the surrounding warriors and fell into the ‘Random Hazard’ position, in preparation for attack from any quarter.
“Morwen NO! These are our People.” Ronon stepped in front of Morwen, blocking her line of sight.
“I recognize you…..” A strong voice called out.
The ring parted to allow an elder man to come forward. He came to a stop directly in front of Ronon, who instantly recognized his commanding officer from the Wraith attack that had resulted in his capture.
“Cronbach Tor! My spirit soars to see you alive and well, and living amongst our People. I had feared you had fallen like so many of our brethren.” Ronon reached forth his hand to grasp the elder man’s arm.
“Ronon, somehow I’m not surprised to find you alive, you always could get out of tight spaces. As I recall, you were captured by the Wraith…….”
Ronon recognized the question, and though saddened by the distrust it implied, he understood the need to be careful. During this time of intense culling, Wraith collaborators were plentiful, and anyone previously held by the Wraith, was treated with suspicion.
“Tor, I will tell all, but surely things are not so bad that this is the best hospitality that could be offered to a found Son?” Ronon indicated the surrounding warriors with their still leveled weapons.
“You are right, too many of us have been lost. Welcome to Theba, Specialists Dex and Sato.” With that invitation, Tor gestured to Ronon and Morwen to follow him through the ranks of the warriors, who now allowed them to pass.
**********
“So you’ve been Running for the past seven years. What is the name of these People who helped you remove the tracking device?”
Ronon had been relating the events following his capture by the Wraith seven years ago and leading up to the removal of the tracking beacon by Dr Beckett. He considered Tor’s question carefully before answering.
“They are refugees like the rest of us. Their planet is far away and they are exploring our Galaxy looking for allies.”
Ronon deliberately avoided mentioning Atlantis until he could be more certain of the loyalties of the gathered crowd. The presence of a Wraith collaborator was an unfortunate reality. To cover any awkwardness his reply may have caused, he decided it was time to address the reason for his visit.
“I bring new of Kell!” at his statement, several persons started to draw their weapons and others spat in disgust.
Tor held up his hands to silence the ensuing din so he could speak.
“What news? I pray it is that he has been sent to the deepest depths of Shallnoc, where he belongs!”
“Rest easy my friend, for I have seen to the deed. He has paid for his crimes. I’m only sorry that his death was as quick as it was, he deserved to suffer long and painfully!”
Ronon had been looking at Morwen when he brought up the traitorous Kell, hoping to see acceptance in her face. He was not disappointed when she met his eyes and nodded slightly after getting the final confirmation of Kell’s guilt.
Throughout the meeting Morwen had been very quiet and introspective. It seemed almost as if she didn’t care whether Kell was a traitor or not. There was a sadness in her eyes that Ronon could not fathom.
“This is indeed good news…….Specialists Dex and Sato, please continue to enjoy the hospitality of the people of Theba. We will talk further in the morning.” Tor gestured that they should make use of the guest hut, and with that he and the rest of the gathering left Ronon and Morwen alone.
As the door closed behind the last Theban, Ronon was surprised to see Morwen jump to her feet and retrieve their packs from the corner.
“Come on! Let’s go to the glade!” Ronon stared at her in amazement as she tugged on his arm impatiently.
“What’s the rush? I’m sure there are bathing facilities here.” He stated confusedly.
“I want to go to the glade……NOW!” was the shouted response when he still hesitated.
As they trekked the half mile back to the glade they had passed earlier, Ronon tried to engage Morwen in conversation. Each time he came along side her, she speeded up her pace even more, as if she couldn’t get away from the settlement…..and him…..fast enough.
**********
The moon was full by the time they arrived at the glade thirty minutes later. They dropped their packs and Ronon started to look around for dry wood to start a fire.
“Don’t start a fire, the moonlight is so romantic, let’s go for a swim instead.”
Morwen had stopped Ronon and was now walking towards the pond, dropping pieces of clothing as she got closer and closer to the water’s edge.
As Ronon watched Morwen dive into the water and begin to cavort and splash around, he shrugged off any feeling of perplexity. He decided to accept her invitation and thus removed his own clothing before swimming towards her at the center of the pool.
Just before Ronon came to the spot where Morwen was floating, he saw her turn over and dive below the surface. Strangely, after a few moments of scanning the pool’s surface, she did not resurface next to him as he had thought she would. Ronon was just about to dive under himself when a hand grasped his penis in a firm grip and a warm mouth delivered a watery kiss.
~She’s like a chameleon, her moods always changing~
This was the only thought possible as Ronon tried to focus enough to remain above the surface of the water, while Morwen worked on his rapidly hardening organ below the surface.
Morwen couldn’t stay under the water any longer and resurfaced with a gasp for breath and a laugh at Ronon’s regretful expression.
“I think it’s time to return to the shore, before someone drowns!” with another laugh, she lead the way.
When they were back on the shore, Ronon removed their towels from their packs and handed one to Morwen. He next unrolled their bedding and gestured to Morwen to join him as he assumed a cross legged position at the center of the padded material.
Morwen grinned wickedly as she took in Ronon’s position with his fully aroused male organ so prominently displayed. Slowly sauntering over to where he sat, she stopped in front of him and stood straddling his legs. As his eyes raked her body, she allowed the towel to slowly drop lower until it landed in a heap beside him. She stood in front of him bare to his questing eyes that drank in the sight of her dark waist-length hair and perfectly proportioned, athletic body.
Ronon reached up and grasped her hips so that he could draw her in closer. Warm lips trailed moist kisses across her belly and button-like navel. Ronon allowed his fingers to trail through the damp curls between her legs and brush against the moist flesh that was hidden by those curls.
Morwen found herself tilting her hips and closing her eyes in pleasure when Ronon replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue. She ground herself against his lips as he eagerly lapped the slickness between her legs. She felt her legs begin to shake and become jelly-like as he repeatedly sucked on her clit, while his tongue stabbed at her quivering flesh.
Ronon grasped Morwen’s left leg and swung it over his shoulder so that she was somewhat supported as he continued his greedy assault. Ronon braced one hand on her buttocks while he used the other to part her flesh so that he was able to use his tongue in a circular motion that drove Morwen wild as she felt a series of explosions begin in the knob of sensitized flesh, spreading all the way to her toes and finally erupting in her brain. It was not long before a wildly bucking Morwen announced her orgasm with a cry of ecstasy.
As the tremors subsided, Morwen pushed Ronon down so that he now lay on his back. His arousal was complete and Morwen once more found herself amazed at his endowment. Time had not diminished him, he was still the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Smiling lecherously, she grasped the object of her desire, and settled down to get reacquainted.
Morwen felt powerful as she licked and sucked Ronon’s engorged penis. She enjoyed the way he groaned when she ran her tongue around the swollen sensitive head, and the way he caught his breath every time she allowed her teeth to gently nip a his tender flesh. As Ronon got more and more excited, Morwen noticed that his special scent got stronger. She bent down to suck on the sacks at the base of his penis, so that she could inhale his scent even more. His odor appealed to her on a primitive level that had always intrigued her, and the rush of wetness between her legs confirmed the continuing attraction.
“What’s this scar on your back, I can’t remember it from before?”
Ronon had been running his hands down her back as she pleasured him with her mouth.
Morwen froze at the question, but soon recovered her composure. She gently drew his hands away from the scar while supplying an answer.
“I was injured in battle a few years ago. A coward’s blow while my back was turned. Why don’t we forget about scars and focus on this!”
Leaving off her ministrations, Morwen straddled Ronon’s hips and sank down heavily onto his straining cock. She felt Ronon grasp her hips and begin to lift her up and down in a powerful pumping action that took both their breaths away. Seven years of frustration seemed to disappear as they both rode the storm of their emotions and physical deprivation. When Ronon flipped Morwen unto her back so that he could raise her legs up to his shoulders, she was ready for it and eagerly wrapped her ankles around his head as they were both swept away in a tide of powerful orgasms.
As coherent thought returned, Morwen felt her breasts being gently kissed and sucked as Ronon continued to slowly move his hips in a circular motion. They were now lying side by side facing each other and his still erect penis was buried in her. She opened her eyes and saw that he was looking at her……waiting for her. She remembered then that he had always loved to ‘take the edge off’ with a fast, furious, fuck that was followed by the gently romantic outpourings and lovemaking.
~Oh God! I don’t know if I can take it if he tells me he still loves me.~
Morwen closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see all the suppressed feelings mirrored in Ronon’s eyes as he gently kissed her breasts and ‘caressed’ her slick pussy. There was no other way to describe the slow stroking of his penis as he quietly drove her mad. Morwen felt caressed and loved and cherished as he unhurriedly brought her to a shuddering orgasm and finally allowed himself to once more experience nirvana. As he came his cries of love and pleasure rang out in the night.
“Oh baby, I missed you!….you’re so sweet, always so sweet!….Oh…Oh….Love you…Oh baby I love you!…..Please don’t leave……don’t ever leave.”
**********
The signature sound was unmistakable. The shrill whining sound of Wraith Darts flying overhead awoke Ronon from a deep slumber. He was instantly alert and reached for his weapons but his hands closed on an empty space. It was then that he remembered that he was not a Runner anymore and there was no tracking device in his back. The presence of Wraith Darts was just coincidence, they had not come to hunt him. He turned to awaken Morwen but was surprised to find that not only was the space next to him cold, but she was also nowhere to be seen.
Ronon quickly got up and started to dress as he called out for her. He noticed that the Darts were flying in the direction of Theba, which was confusing since the settlement was out of the way and it’s location a secret to all but other former Satedans.
Morwen still had not answered and Ronon was beginning to get worried. He reached for his weapons belt intending to buckle it on and then scan the area for Morwen in case she was hiding from the Darts. As he took up the belt a folded piece of parchment fell to the ground. Bending to pick it up, Ronon felt himself grow cold as he recognized Morwen’s handwriting in the faint moonlight. Taking out one of the high-tech ‘flash lights’ that the Atlanteans had given him, he shielded the light from above and quickly read the note with growing alarm.
Author: Lacenire
Date: 11/24/05
Part:3
Rating: NC-17/ MA
Characters: Ronon/ Morwen (OC)
Archiving: Wraithbait.com
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2236
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 TRAITOR******
Ronon and Morwen’s approach to the settlement had not gone unnoticed. As they entered the cluster of shelters and animal enclosures, several armed men and women surrounded them. Many of the weapons were of Satedan design, and this fact satisfied Ronon that he had found Theba. It was time to introduce themselves before someone got hurt.
“I am Specialist Ronon Dex and this is Specialist Morwen Sato”
Ronon held his hands away from his body and indicated Morwen who warily looked at the surrounding warriors and fell into the ‘Random Hazard’ position, in preparation for attack from any quarter.
“Morwen NO! These are our People.” Ronon stepped in front of Morwen, blocking her line of sight.
“I recognize you…..” A strong voice called out.
The ring parted to allow an elder man to come forward. He came to a stop directly in front of Ronon, who instantly recognized his commanding officer from the Wraith attack that had resulted in his capture.
“Cronbach Tor! My spirit soars to see you alive and well, and living amongst our People. I had feared you had fallen like so many of our brethren.” Ronon reached forth his hand to grasp the elder man’s arm.
“Ronon, somehow I’m not surprised to find you alive, you always could get out of tight spaces. As I recall, you were captured by the Wraith…….”
Ronon recognized the question, and though saddened by the distrust it implied, he understood the need to be careful. During this time of intense culling, Wraith collaborators were plentiful, and anyone previously held by the Wraith, was treated with suspicion.
“Tor, I will tell all, but surely things are not so bad that this is the best hospitality that could be offered to a found Son?” Ronon indicated the surrounding warriors with their still leveled weapons.
“You are right, too many of us have been lost. Welcome to Theba, Specialists Dex and Sato.” With that invitation, Tor gestured to Ronon and Morwen to follow him through the ranks of the warriors, who now allowed them to pass.
**********
“So you’ve been Running for the past seven years. What is the name of these People who helped you remove the tracking device?”
Ronon had been relating the events following his capture by the Wraith seven years ago and leading up to the removal of the tracking beacon by Dr Beckett. He considered Tor’s question carefully before answering.
“They are refugees like the rest of us. Their planet is far away and they are exploring our Galaxy looking for allies.”
Ronon deliberately avoided mentioning Atlantis until he could be more certain of the loyalties of the gathered crowd. The presence of a Wraith collaborator was an unfortunate reality. To cover any awkwardness his reply may have caused, he decided it was time to address the reason for his visit.
“I bring new of Kell!” at his statement, several persons started to draw their weapons and others spat in disgust.
Tor held up his hands to silence the ensuing din so he could speak.
“What news? I pray it is that he has been sent to the deepest depths of Shallnoc, where he belongs!”
“Rest easy my friend, for I have seen to the deed. He has paid for his crimes. I’m only sorry that his death was as quick as it was, he deserved to suffer long and painfully!”
Ronon had been looking at Morwen when he brought up the traitorous Kell, hoping to see acceptance in her face. He was not disappointed when she met his eyes and nodded slightly after getting the final confirmation of Kell’s guilt.
Throughout the meeting Morwen had been very quiet and introspective. It seemed almost as if she didn’t care whether Kell was a traitor or not. There was a sadness in her eyes that Ronon could not fathom.
“This is indeed good news…….Specialists Dex and Sato, please continue to enjoy the hospitality of the people of Theba. We will talk further in the morning.” Tor gestured that they should make use of the guest hut, and with that he and the rest of the gathering left Ronon and Morwen alone.
As the door closed behind the last Theban, Ronon was surprised to see Morwen jump to her feet and retrieve their packs from the corner.
“Come on! Let’s go to the glade!” Ronon stared at her in amazement as she tugged on his arm impatiently.
“What’s the rush? I’m sure there are bathing facilities here.” He stated confusedly.
“I want to go to the glade……NOW!” was the shouted response when he still hesitated.
As they trekked the half mile back to the glade they had passed earlier, Ronon tried to engage Morwen in conversation. Each time he came along side her, she speeded up her pace even more, as if she couldn’t get away from the settlement…..and him…..fast enough.
**********
The moon was full by the time they arrived at the glade thirty minutes later. They dropped their packs and Ronon started to look around for dry wood to start a fire.
“Don’t start a fire, the moonlight is so romantic, let’s go for a swim instead.”
Morwen had stopped Ronon and was now walking towards the pond, dropping pieces of clothing as she got closer and closer to the water’s edge.
As Ronon watched Morwen dive into the water and begin to cavort and splash around, he shrugged off any feeling of perplexity. He decided to accept her invitation and thus removed his own clothing before swimming towards her at the center of the pool.
Just before Ronon came to the spot where Morwen was floating, he saw her turn over and dive below the surface. Strangely, after a few moments of scanning the pool’s surface, she did not resurface next to him as he had thought she would. Ronon was just about to dive under himself when a hand grasped his penis in a firm grip and a warm mouth delivered a watery kiss.
~She’s like a chameleon, her moods always changing~
This was the only thought possible as Ronon tried to focus enough to remain above the surface of the water, while Morwen worked on his rapidly hardening organ below the surface.
Morwen couldn’t stay under the water any longer and resurfaced with a gasp for breath and a laugh at Ronon’s regretful expression.
“I think it’s time to return to the shore, before someone drowns!” with another laugh, she lead the way.
When they were back on the shore, Ronon removed their towels from their packs and handed one to Morwen. He next unrolled their bedding and gestured to Morwen to join him as he assumed a cross legged position at the center of the padded material.
Morwen grinned wickedly as she took in Ronon’s position with his fully aroused male organ so prominently displayed. Slowly sauntering over to where he sat, she stopped in front of him and stood straddling his legs. As his eyes raked her body, she allowed the towel to slowly drop lower until it landed in a heap beside him. She stood in front of him bare to his questing eyes that drank in the sight of her dark waist-length hair and perfectly proportioned, athletic body.
Ronon reached up and grasped her hips so that he could draw her in closer. Warm lips trailed moist kisses across her belly and button-like navel. Ronon allowed his fingers to trail through the damp curls between her legs and brush against the moist flesh that was hidden by those curls.
Morwen found herself tilting her hips and closing her eyes in pleasure when Ronon replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue. She ground herself against his lips as he eagerly lapped the slickness between her legs. She felt her legs begin to shake and become jelly-like as he repeatedly sucked on her clit, while his tongue stabbed at her quivering flesh.
Ronon grasped Morwen’s left leg and swung it over his shoulder so that she was somewhat supported as he continued his greedy assault. Ronon braced one hand on her buttocks while he used the other to part her flesh so that he was able to use his tongue in a circular motion that drove Morwen wild as she felt a series of explosions begin in the knob of sensitized flesh, spreading all the way to her toes and finally erupting in her brain. It was not long before a wildly bucking Morwen announced her orgasm with a cry of ecstasy.
As the tremors subsided, Morwen pushed Ronon down so that he now lay on his back. His arousal was complete and Morwen once more found herself amazed at his endowment. Time had not diminished him, he was still the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Smiling lecherously, she grasped the object of her desire, and settled down to get reacquainted.
Morwen felt powerful as she licked and sucked Ronon’s engorged penis. She enjoyed the way he groaned when she ran her tongue around the swollen sensitive head, and the way he caught his breath every time she allowed her teeth to gently nip a his tender flesh. As Ronon got more and more excited, Morwen noticed that his special scent got stronger. She bent down to suck on the sacks at the base of his penis, so that she could inhale his scent even more. His odor appealed to her on a primitive level that had always intrigued her, and the rush of wetness between her legs confirmed the continuing attraction.
“What’s this scar on your back, I can’t remember it from before?”
Ronon had been running his hands down her back as she pleasured him with her mouth.
Morwen froze at the question, but soon recovered her composure. She gently drew his hands away from the scar while supplying an answer.
“I was injured in battle a few years ago. A coward’s blow while my back was turned. Why don’t we forget about scars and focus on this!”
Leaving off her ministrations, Morwen straddled Ronon’s hips and sank down heavily onto his straining cock. She felt Ronon grasp her hips and begin to lift her up and down in a powerful pumping action that took both their breaths away. Seven years of frustration seemed to disappear as they both rode the storm of their emotions and physical deprivation. When Ronon flipped Morwen unto her back so that he could raise her legs up to his shoulders, she was ready for it and eagerly wrapped her ankles around his head as they were both swept away in a tide of powerful orgasms.
As coherent thought returned, Morwen felt her breasts being gently kissed and sucked as Ronon continued to slowly move his hips in a circular motion. They were now lying side by side facing each other and his still erect penis was buried in her. She opened her eyes and saw that he was looking at her……waiting for her. She remembered then that he had always loved to ‘take the edge off’ with a fast, furious, fuck that was followed by the gently romantic outpourings and lovemaking.
~Oh God! I don’t know if I can take it if he tells me he still loves me.~
Morwen closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see all the suppressed feelings mirrored in Ronon’s eyes as he gently kissed her breasts and ‘caressed’ her slick pussy. There was no other way to describe the slow stroking of his penis as he quietly drove her mad. Morwen felt caressed and loved and cherished as he unhurriedly brought her to a shuddering orgasm and finally allowed himself to once more experience nirvana. As he came his cries of love and pleasure rang out in the night.
“Oh baby, I missed you!….you’re so sweet, always so sweet!….Oh…Oh….Love you…Oh baby I love you!…..Please don’t leave……don’t ever leave.”
**********
The signature sound was unmistakable. The shrill whining sound of Wraith Darts flying overhead awoke Ronon from a deep slumber. He was instantly alert and reached for his weapons but his hands closed on an empty space. It was then that he remembered that he was not a Runner anymore and there was no tracking device in his back. The presence of Wraith Darts was just coincidence, they had not come to hunt him. He turned to awaken Morwen but was surprised to find that not only was the space next to him cold, but she was also nowhere to be seen.
Ronon quickly got up and started to dress as he called out for her. He noticed that the Darts were flying in the direction of Theba, which was confusing since the settlement was out of the way and it’s location a secret to all but other former Satedans.
Morwen still had not answered and Ronon was beginning to get worried. He reached for his weapons belt intending to buckle it on and then scan the area for Morwen in case she was hiding from the Darts. As he took up the belt a folded piece of parchment fell to the ground. Bending to pick it up, Ronon felt himself grow cold as he recognized Morwen’s handwriting in the faint moonlight. Taking out one of the high-tech ‘flash lights’ that the Atlanteans had given him, he shielded the light from above and quickly read the note with growing alarm.