The Specialist

Title: THE SPECIALIST
Author: Lacenire
Date: 12/15/05
Part:6/6
Rating: NC-17/ MA
Characters: Ronon/ Morwen (OC)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 5455

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.


******REDEMPTION******


The discussion flowed back and forth with tempers flaring at the most innocent of statements and suggestions. The entire Team had gathered in the Briefing Room to brainstorm ideas about what to do about the situation. After learning about the plans of the Wraith and the children they kept for experimentation and to use as hostages, Ronon had reported the information to Dr Weir, who immediately called a conference.

The shouting grew to unimaginable heights and as Ronon paced the length of the room, he grew angrier by the moment as he listened to them.

“Listen, is there any way that we can contact a Hive ship and open relations with them to negotiate…”

“That’s the stupidest thing…”

“Why can’t we simply raid as many planets…”

“You military types are always blowing things…”

“What about the transmitter I removed from…”

“We’ll be playing into the Wraith’s hands…”

~These people are supposed to have some of the most brilliant military and scientific minds! Why can’t they come up with a solution?~ Ronon thought as he paced.

“Why not simply give her back to them!”

Ronon stopped his pacing and turned towards the table.

“Who said that?”

Suddenly the previous din was replaced by a deafening silence as nobody seemed to want to meet his piercing gaze as he scanned the faces of those gathered.

“Who is the person that suggested we return Morwen to the Wraith?”

Still there was no response, until Dr Weir sensing the tension, decided to use the opportunity to regain control of the meeting.

“Listen Ronon, it was an unfortunate comment, but we’re all tired and frustrated and quite frankly worried about the consequences not only to those children being held hostage but to all of us. This line of experimentation being pursued by the Wraith is quite a serious matter. If they succeed, then there will be nothing stopping them from totally decimating the Pegasus Galaxy. It was also quite an eye-opener to learn that Satedans have an immunity gene. This is definitely something we need to find out more about…but all of that is an aside. People, our focus has to be on saving those children. We need to leave out all the negative comments and honestly come up with a workable solution. Dr Beckett, I believe you were saying something about Morwen’s transmitter?”

“Ah…yes. I believe that with Rodney’s help I may be able to reassemble the transmitter that I removed from Morwen’s back and reinsert it. If we return her to the planet where we found her, we might be able to fool the Wraith into believing that her transmitter simply malfunctioned.”

Dr Beckett finished in a rush and sheepishly looked at the faces of those gathered expecting his suggestion to be cried down.

“You know Carson,” Sheppard said, looking as if he was seriously considering the suggestion, “you may have something there. The only thing I’m wondering about is how will you disguise the wound from the surgery on Morwen’s back?”

“Well as you know The Ancients were pretty advanced in their medicine. In looking through the data banks, I recently discovered a laser method for reducing the appearance of wounds from surgery so that they were almost none-existent. I’ve wanted to experiment, this may be the opportunity.”

“Rodney, do you think you can engineer our own transmitter to plant on Morwen?” Sheppard asked excitedly, seeming to have figured out a way to use Beckett’s suggestion.

“No, no, no…that won’t work,” McKay said as he rose from his seat, voicing his thoughts as he started to pace.

“The Wraith would pick up the signal of any additional transmitter…what might work is if we devise a way to use the same transmitter signal. Come on Carson, Radek, we have work to do.”

As the three men bustled out of the Briefing Room, brainstorming ideas excitedly Dr Weir turned to Sheppard expectantly.

“So what is your plan?”

“Well, I figure if the transmitter is successfully reinserted into Morwen, then we simply wait for the Wraith to return to pick her up. Once she has been returned to the Hive ship, we follow the signal from her transmitter back to that Hive ship. Our objective would be to capture some of the scientists so that we could find out the location of the hostages.”

“Major Sheppard, do you think it is wise to actually attempt a raid of a Hive ship?” Teyla’s concerned question was a reflection of what everyone else was thinking.

“No Teyla, it’s not wise. It is in fact the craziest thing that I’ve contemplated doing. The fact is there is no easy way to achieve our objective. If we aren’t willing to take major risks, then we should all just try to forget about hostage children and go about our merry business. I should say however, the only reason I actually think this plan might work is the fact that Morwen has informed us that the ship is planet-bound. There is no way we could successfully raid a Hive ship in space.”

“Okay everyone, I suggest that you all get some rest. Once the transmitter is operational, there won’t be much time to do anything. I suspect the Wraith will be eager to get Morwen back in their hands.”

With these closing words by Dr Weir, the meeting came to an end and those gathered filed out to go to their respective living quarters.


**********

Ronon strode purposefully towards the door of Morwen’s new quarters. She had been moved out of the holding cell into a more accessible area, since she had been cooperating with the Atlanteans in their efforts to bring about a rescue of the captive Satedan children. There were two Marines stationed outside the door, but Morwen was being treated more like an ally than a prisoner.

It had been twenty sleepless hours since he had captured Morwen and brought her back to Atlantis. McKay and Zelenka were now working feverishly against the clock to finish modifying the now restored transmitter. It needed to be reinserted into Morwen’s back and reactivated before her cover story lost all credibility. Ronon realized that this might be his last opportunity to talk to her before they returned her to the planet Obelia, to await the return of the Wraith.

Ronon nodded in acknowledgement to the Marines as he stopped in front the door and pressed the alert so that Morwen would know that someone was coming into the room.

As he entered, he noted Morwen’s cross-legged position on the bed. She seemed to have been meditating, as all warriors are taught to do before important battles. He remembered a time, before the Wraith, when he too would have been meditating and focusing his energies on the task at hand. That was a long time ago. Now, he was so hyped up, he just wanted let loose.

“I’ve come to let you know that McKay and Zelenka should be finished within the hour. We’re leaving as soon as they are sure that our equipment is registering the transmitter. Dr Beckett will complete the reinsertion and reactivation on Obelia, since we’re not sure how quickly the Wraith will respond, and we definitely don’t want them finding out that Atlantis is still operational.”

After his initial glance, Ronon had directed his gaze to a point above Morwen’s head and had delivered his message without looking at her.

“Are you sure that is all you came to tell me? Anyone could have delivered that message.”

At those succinctly delivered words, Ronon found himself looking directly at Morwen. She had shifted position, and was now semi-reclining with one elbow supporting the weight of her upper body while her legs were positioned with one bent and the other was stretched out. She was wearing a loose fitting robe that hid very little of the curvaceous ness of her body while it was arranged in its present position.

Despite his best efforts, Ronon found his eyes following the lines of what had always seemed like the perfect body to him. Her new position had caused the fabric of the gown to be pulled taut across her chest and he felt his own body responding to the sight of her full nipples which were imprinted on it.

“I think you came here for another reason,”

Morwen slowly released her hair from the clasp and shook it out so that the dark mass rippled across her shoulders and pooled onto the pillows around her.

“I think you came here for me.” As she said those words she finally allowed her dark eyes to meet Ronon’s as she transmitted to him her own mounting desires.

In two strides Ronon was across the room and dragging Morwen into a crushing embrace as he kissed her soundly. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as she returned his embrace and kisses. There was no need for words as both seemed to understand that this might be their last opportunity to share any sort of intimacy. There was no telling how the mission would turn out in the end. The Wraith may not necessarily be fooled, they could easily be found out and Morwen killed for her duplicity.

Eager hands fumbled with the ties on Ronon’s pants as both of them tried to get the offending garment off. In the end Ronon pushed Morwen’s hands away as he managed to open the front of the garment to free his now fully engorged penis. It was simply a matter of pushing Morwen’s gown up above her waist before he pulled her into his lap and onto his throbbing organ, to enter her hot well with a forcefulness that caused them both to release gasps of surprised pleasure-pain.

Groans and shouts of lusty pleasure echoed around the room as the two writhed together in an ages old rhythm. Ronon grasped Morwen’s waist and raised her up and down on his cock as he pushed up from under her. Their tongues were locked in a dance of their own as they eagerly kissed each other trying to match the rhythm of their tongues to the rhythm of their bodies. Before long, Ronon grasped the bottom of Morwen’s gown and broke off kissing her long enough to drag it off her body completely. His large hands were now allowed free access to her breasts and nipples which had tautened with sexual tension.

The tightening of Morwen’s vagina and the increased slickness, as she approached her climax was the signal Ronon had been waiting for as he rolled her onto her back so that he could continue to grind into her from above. His movements quickened as his own climax neared and after a few more powerful thrusts, they were both soon falling over the edge of sexual fulfillment as they climaxed together.

The scratchy sound of Ronon’s Com Unit cut through the sound of their heavy breathing as they recovered from their exertions.

“Ronon, come in.”

Sheppard’s voice sounded into Ronon’s left ear. He had not had time to remove the unit before he and Morwen had become locked into a sensual embrace. Regretfully, he touched the activation button to respond.

“Dex, here.”

“Ronon, it’s time. Get Morwen organized and both of you meet the rest of the team in the Gate Room in fifteen…no make that thirty minutes. Sheppard, out.”

Ronon looked at Morwen, who nodded and reluctantly drew away from him to head for the shower to begin her preparations.

Resignedly, Ronon grabbed up his discarded gear and headed out the door to return to his own quarters to retrieve the rest of his weapons and make his own preparations for the mission. As he passed the two Marines on the way out they seemed to both have amused expressions on their faces and resolutely stared ahead refusing to acknowledge him as he stared at them quizzically.


**********


The Atlanteans watched from the cloaked PuddleJumper as Morwen was finally picked up by the Dart which then once more exited from Obelia via the Gate. McKay and Zelenka had rigged to transmitter to work only intermittently, to lend more credence to idea of it’s malfunctioning. It was almost a whole day since they had returned to the planet, yet they were still impressed by the speed with which the Wraith responded. The Atlanteans waited only one minute after the Wraith Dart had passed through the Gate to de-cloak the ship, and follow them through to the address on the other side.

As they emerged onto another planet, they immediately cloaked the ship once more and began to survey the area. They could see the Dart disappearing in the distance, and McKay confirmed that the transmitter was still working and they were still receiving a clear signal of Morwen’s position. Keeping some distance behind the Dart, they continued to follow it until they recognized the outlines of a Hive Ship in the distance. They settled the PuddleJumper a short distance away from the Hive ship and went over the agreed upon plan.


**********

Sheppard and Ronon crept along the corridor, following the signal coming from the hand-held receiver. They had been able to enter the Hive ship with minimal effort and thus far had eluded detection by the Wraith. The signal indicated that Morwen was not far ahead, however the life-sign monitor revealed that she was not alone. There were two other life-signs registering in the room with her. Using military hand signals, Sheppard signed his intention to proceed as planned with Ronon entering the room first, and he following directly after.

With drawn gun, Ronon dived into the room, letting his body roll as he surveyed the positions of the three occupants. Morwen was strapped face down on some device reminiscent of a Wraith operating table and the two Wraiths were standing over her holding strange looking implements. Ronon’s entry startled the two, who stepped back from Morwen, thus presenting clear targets to shots from Ronon’s gun, which he took in rapid succession.

The Wraith both went down immediately and moved no more. Sheppard stood near the doorway and kept watch as Ronon released Morwen from her bonds.

“Quickly, that one there knows the location of the planet, we must revive it!”

Morwen pointed to the nearest Wraith, who had fallen face forward. Ronon finished releasing her and strode over to the Wraith, and turned it over. It seemed somewhat familiar to Ronon, but then, all Wraiths looked the same to the average person.

“We’ll have to take it with us back to the PuddleJumper, where Beckett can revive it.”

Ronon nodded to Sheppard in agreement, and bent to throw the Wraith over his shoulders. Morwen quickly sealed the other unconscious Wraith into a strange-looking chamber, before leading the way out.

“We’re in luck, no one will be looking for these two for a while. Follow me, I know a faster way out.” Morwen indicated a different door to the one they had entered.

“Just a minute,”

Sheppard had left his look out post and had walked to one of the computer consoles where he slapped on a device that seemed to blend in with the rest of the components.

“Okay, let’s go!”


**********

The Wraith came to immediately after Dr Beckett administered the jolt of adrenaline. It quickly took in it’s bound condition and hissed out defiantly:

“You won’t succeed. I won’t tell you where the children are being kept.”

“That’s okay, because we know where they are. We’re on our way there right now.”

Ronon and Morwen both looked at Sheppard in surprise at the revelation.

“Sorry you two, but we couldn’t risk letting either of you know the real plan. I’ve had run-ins with these guys before,” Sheppard indicated the furious Wraith, “quite frankly, they aren’t very cooperative when it comes to sharing information.”

“Radek and I whipped up a little something besides the modified transmitter,” McKay excitedly interrupted Sheppard, “we found a way to tap into the Wraith database. You won’t believe some of what we’ve found out so far.”

“Yes, yes, but are you sure you have the correct location of the planet?”

McKay was unfazed by Sheppard’s tersely asked question.

“Well there is a ten percent chance that the decoding program has interpreted certain symbols incorrectly but...”

“Rodney!”

“I’m sure I found the correct one.” McKay finished in a rush.

“Why wasn’t I informed of your plans?” Ronon’s question was not unexpected.

“Ronon, we had to be sure that Morwen was genuine, too much was at risk. Sorry Big Guy, we couldn’t be certain that you wouldn’t let something slip to Morwen. Besides, we weren’t sure the computer interface would work, so we still had to go with the original plan. Plus we still had to get into the Hive ship to plant the device.”

“Is that what you were doing over by the computer console, ‘planting the device’?”

Ronon did not wait for Sheppard’s reply as he turned and angrily stalked away to the front of the PuddleJumper, where he assumed the co-pilot seat.

“You should not distrust Ronon because of his association with me. He is a true soldier and knows how to keep sensitive information out of the hands of the enemy.”

Sheppard glanced over to where Morwen sat staring at him, before walking over to the rest of the assault team to deliver final instructions.


**********

It would seem that the secrecy surrounding Project Sateda would be the downfall of the Wraith installation. As the Atlantean assault team entered the specialized Hive ship, they immediately noticed that the guard presence was minimal. The Wraith wished their machinations to remain secret and so had limited the involvement of even their own people. They were lucky indeed that Morwen had been able to glean as much Intel as she had.

As they continued down the labyrinth of corridors searching for the holding area where the children were being kept, Ronon and Morwen took up point positions. They fell into their old routine of watching each other’s back as they burst into each cell, one at a time. Morwen was dressed in a form fitting body suit that allowed her the freedom of movement that seemed natural to her. Sheppard was not fully convinced that she had as much skill as Ronon credited her with, but looking at the way she moved he was reminded of Teyla and her quietly restrained strength.

Suddenly, both Ronon and Morwen froze as they held up their hands to signal for silence. It was always amazing how Ronon seemed to have such sharp hearing. It would seem that Morwen shared the same trait.

~Maybe it’s another of those special Satedan traits, they seem to have quite a few unique qualities that other humans don’t.~ Sheppard thought as he passed along the signal to the other Marines following behind.

Ronon and Morwen were on the move again, and as they approached the largest door they had seen in the ship, Morwen drew out the special knives that seemed to be her weapon of choice. One of Ronon’s mighty kicks smashed the door inwards, as Morwen lauched herself inside after him. There were two guards who jumped up to confront a ferociously slashing Morwen. She dodged to the right while slashing the Wraith on her left, only to reverse direction as she gutted the Wraith on her right. It had taken less than a minute, and as Sheppard followed the two Specialists into the chamber, he looked at Morwen with new respect.

“Check those cells.” Sheppard signaled to two of the Marines who immediately started opening the adjoining doors leading off the chamber.

“Colonel…” One of the marines beckoned Sheppard over to a door that opened onto a dimly lit, downward spiraling staircase.

Ronon reached the door first and pushed the Marine aside as he ran down the stairs. He could hear the sniffling of the children and smell their fear and apprehension in the air. Suddenly a Wraith guard stepped out of the shadows, directly into Ronon’s path. He had been so intent on the children he had let his guard down and so was momentarily startled. As the Wraith brought it’s weapon to bear, Ronon knew he was too close to dodge quickly enough to avoid being hit. He need not have worried though, as a large serrated edge knife went flying by his head, to bury itself in the Wraith’s chest. Ronon acknowledged Sheppard’s help then turned to release the children from the first cell.


**********

The mission was a success. Somehow, by coordinating the simultaneous raiding of the five Hive ships, they had managed to rescue all the children being held hostage. While Sheppard and his group had been entering the first Hive ship, four other top class SG teams along with their Marine counterparts had been doing the same to the four other Hive ships. Sheer luck, and poor Wraith security had contributed to their success. The children were now housed at the Beta Site, receiving medical treatment and psychiatric counseling for trauma.

Soon after the rescue teams had transported the rescued children to the Beta Site, the Atlanteans had contacted Satedan Councilors living in the various scattered settlements. They were appraised of the situation and had initiated searches to locate as many parents or family members of the children. Morwen surrendered herself to the joint Council that had assembled to discuss the developments. They had agreed that she should receive a fair trial in order to decide her fate.


**********

Ronon and the rest of the team were assembled outside of the Council chamber awaiting the verdict in Morwen’s case. They had each been called upon to supply evidence related to her case, yet even with Dr Weir’s special plea for mercy, there was still uncertainty about how the case would be decided in the end.

The past three weeks had been pure torture for Ronon. He had not been allowed to see Morwen or interact with her in any way since her surrender to the Council. He knew that Dr Weir was using her considerable negotiating skills to try to bring about some kind of special consideration for Morwen’s role in the rescue of the children. Yet with the knowledge of how his People had suffered from her actions, it may all be for naught.

Ronon had noticed that Sheppard was staying very close to him at all times, and when he was called away, another team mate took his place.

~They think I’ll go crazy and try to break Morwen out of confinement. I don’t blame them for watching me. I’ve done a lot of impulsive things in the past. Yet, this is different. I have to abide the Council’s ruling, Morwen and I can never be happy together if we have to live as fugitives. I’ve tried the life of Running, I don’t want it back.~

Ronon’s musings were interrupted by the door of the Council Chamber opening and an Aide signaling the waiting Atlanteans to enter. Sheppard and McKay immediately took up flanking positions around Ronon as they all filed into the room. Ronon looked at them with an unfathomable expression and shook his head in acknowledgment of their concern.

As he entered the room, Ronon’s eyes immediately sought out Morwen. It was two weeks since he had delivered his testimony and since then he had not seen Morwen. She looked tired and worried, and yet smiled at him as their eyes met. It wrenched his heart to see her standing with manacles on her arms, dressed in the plan garb of a prisoner. His right hand unconsciously twitched and reached for the now empty holster. It was a good thing. He wasn’t sure he would have been able to restrain himself from shooting the guards that held the ends of her chains.

“The Grand Council has met and deliberated on the matter of the treasonous actions of Specialist Morwen Sato…”

The head Councilor had risen from her seat and was delivering her preamble before pronouncing the sentence.

“…Therefore, having taken all extenuating circumstances and conditions into consideration, the Council has come to an agreement. Specialist Morwen Sato please rise to receive your sentence.”

As Morwen came slowly to her feet, Ronon felt Sheppard slide even closer to him on the bench. He ignored him, intent on the proceedings and Morwen.

“Specialist Sato, as you are aware, the punishment for collusion with an enemy of the People is death. However, after hearing all the arguments in your favor, and consideration of your role in the discovery and rescue of the children of Sateda, we the Grand Council have decided to suspend the death sentence for a period of five years…”

Shouts of approval drowned out the rest of the head Councilor’s pronouncement and prompted a call for order. Ronon sat glued to his seat staring at Morwen, who stared back, just as shell-shocked as he was.

“As I was saying…The death sentence will be suspended for a period of five years, during which time you will engage in community works. After the period of suspension, your case will be reviewed to assess the feasibility of a full dismissal of charges. Dr Weir has asked that you be allowed to carry out your sentence under her supervision, as a member of her exploration teams. The council has agreed to this, since it is through the efforts of our friends from Earth that the children were rescued and a safe planet was found for the reestablishment of a Satedan colony. If you slip young lady, the original sentence of ‘Death’ will be restored. You are now free to leave.”

Ronon stood slowly and watched as the guards removed the manacles from Morwen and stepped away from her. Several people crowded in to shake her hands or slap her on the back as she slowly made her way towards him. It’s not clear who hugged whom first but what started off as relieved thankfulness, ended with Ronon whooping with joy as he swung Morwen around in his arms. As she clung to him, burying her face in his chest, he could feel her hot tears wetting his shirt. He realized it was time to leave. Luckily his teammates understood and helped him clear a path out of the settlement, as he carried a softly sobbing Morwen to the Gate.


**********

Ronon and Sheppard eagerly looked on from the sidelines as a ferocious battle raged on the practice mats. Morwen and a fully healed Teyla, were engaged in hand to hand combat. It was no surprise that the two female warriors had instantly taken a liking to each other, once they realized that neither was interested in the other’s man. It was a daily treat for Ronon and Sheppard to drool from the sidelines as they watched Morwen and Teyla move their sleek bodies in the dances of hand to hand combat and stick fighting.

The women were secretly amused by the men’s presence and often exaggerated their body contact, knowing how exciting most men found the sight of two females wrestling. Today Morwen and Teyla had planned a special treat for the men by way of payback for all the drooling they had been doing recently. It was especially vexing that while the men were treated to the sight of them sparring, they were not afforded the same treat since both men resolutely refused to spar with each other. They kept saying something about them choosing to ‘keep the spice in their relationship, by preserving the mystery of their relative skills’. Whatever that meant. The women had resigned themselves, but felt that the men still needed to be taught a lesson. Today was the day.

As was usually the case, both Ronon and Sheppard were eagerly awaiting the end of the practice session. Each time they tortured themselves by watching the women, they vowed it was the last time. Both men were slightly flushed and radiated the sexual tension that comes from being acutely aroused. They anticipated satisfying their desires when the women were finished.

Morwen signaled to Teyla that the agreed upon time had arrived. Grinning slyly in anticipation, Teyla allowed Morwen to flip her onto her back and straddle her legs. The two followed up the move with a rolling tumble which ended with them caressingly running their hands along each other’s body.

“What the?” Sheppard’s surprised reaction was an echo of Ronon’s.

The two men watching on the sidelines found that they were having trouble breathing as they watched the women caressing each other. Sheppard almost choked when Morwen bent down to kiss Teyla full on the lips while gently kneading her breasts. It was as if they had forgotten the presence of the men. Morwen got up first and unconcernedly drew off her bra top as Teyla looked on. The two then linked hands and strolled into the locker room area, seeming intent on continuing their activity in privacy.

There was a mad scramble to reach the Locker Room, as both men paused only long enough to look at each other in surprised confusion at the women’s antics. As Ronon pushed open the swinging doors and entered, a strong hand grabbed him and pulled him to the right. Morwen was dragging him into a shower stall as Teyla laughingly did the same to Sheppard some distance away. They had been duped.

“I can’t believe I fell for that.”

Ronon shook his head ruefully as he allowed Morwen to drag off his tunic and begin unbuckling his pants.

“I can’t believe you fell for that. You of all people should know that I’m a man-loving woman. It seems like I’m going to have to remind you of my preferences.”

Morwen had finally managed to pull down Ronon’s pants which had proved somewhat difficult because of the huge erection that he now sported. She grinned in anticipation as he burst forth from the confining garment. Grasping his length, she quickly lowered her mouth to capture the throbbing organ and began to satisfy both their cravings.

Up and down, Morwen moved her hot mouth along his length. From time to time she would run her tongue around the helmeted head and suck gently on the tiny drops of fluid that pooled at the tip. Ronon was having trouble remaining standing as Morwen seemed intent on sucking his engorged penis until he lost all control. He decided it was time to slow things down, so he reached behind to turn on the shower. Warm water cascaded over their bodies, helping Ronon remain focused enough to draw Morwen away from her ministrations.

Their lips met hungrily as Ronon slammed Morwen onto the wall and proceeded to punish her lips and mouth with a passionate assault. Plunging his tongue deep into Morwen’s mouth, he drank deeply from the moist recesses. The short pair of tights she was still wearing somehow found itself in a sopping heap on the floor of the stall as Ronon grasped Morwen’s waist to lift her higher onto the wall so that he could drive into her with the full passion that he felt. Her groan of pleasure was better that any cheer, goading him to pull back and plunge into her once more, and once more again.

Morwen wrapped her arms around Ronon’s neck and clenched her legs around his waist as she allowed him to move her up and down his throbbing length as he plundered her slick pussy. They could hear the cries of pleasure emanating from one of the adjoining stalls as Sheppard and Teyla both found release. Their own lusty groans must also be audible to the others, but they didn’t care as their bodies obeyed laws older than time.

Morwen’s laughter at the gibberish Ronon was spouting as he climaxed was abruptly cut off as she found herself also caught up in the moment. Her climax began deep inside her as it built to monumental heights and burst forth to consume her in an inferno of lusty passion and sated desire. Their combined shouts of pleasure echoed off the walls and had them all laughing as Sheppard and Teyla mischievously shouted to them to ‘keep it down’.

Four sets of laughter echoed in the Locker Room. Anyone passing might wonder why they were also hearing what seemed to be the deeper rumble of men’s voices, in the female shower area.

Well…let them wonder.


Fin.