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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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2,556
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Mattress Pounding
A/N Standard Disclaimers apply
Who feels sorry for Ronon? C'mon you know you do!
Who Thinks Sara is an Idiot? Yup all of ya, thought so
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Sara woke up with a sore back, deciding to head down to the room that she and Teyla worked out in, Sara enjoyed the airy feeling of the room.
Sara had told Teyla of her training in ballroom dancing, how you went slowly at first ensuring that your body was held in perfect formation, creating muscle memory until it became second nature. Then when it came time to increase speed, your body already knew where your feet, arms and head were to be. They approached Sara’s continued training with the wands in the same manner.
Sara ran through her standard warm up, she felt her back muscles finally starting to loosen, lying on her back Sara pulled her legs toward her torso, she could not pull her legs far enough back on her own to release the final knot.
Hearing the door open Sara rolled her head to see who was there, “Ronon, I didn’t know you were all back.” She ignored the tightening in her lower abdomen, and sternly told her libido to get back into the closet. “Could you give me a hand; I can’t pull my legs far enough back.”
Concentrating on keeping her libido in check Sara didn’t notice when Ronon crossed the floor kneeled with his legs on either side of her head, opening her eyes Sara was presented with the most delectable sight.
Ronon’s soft pants caressed his thighs outlining the taught muscles, defining his shaft, “Oh Goddess,” Sara took a deep breath attempting to retain control; Sara could smell Ronon’s scent. It was a scent of spices mixed with at was all male, her control-collapsed heat flooded her body; Sara felt a gush as her body created lubrication to ready itself for sex.
Sara knew that a warrior of Ronon’s calibre would have no difficulty spotting her arousal so she decided to do what any intelligent woman faced with certain rejection would do, she panicked.
Sara scrambled to get onto her knees, heat flared again as Ronon placed his hands on either side of her waist to stop her from toppling over, and she let out a moan as shivers raced up her spine from this innocent touch.
Sara’s moan went straight to Ronon’s cock, he felt himself stir in response to the throaty sound. Experimentally he slid his fingers underneath the loose t-shirt gently running his fingers over satin skin, eliciting another moan from Sara.
Throwing caution to the winds Sara ground herself against Ronon's erection, encouraged by the hardened length, a man couldn't fake that. Sara rose onto her knees, gripping the bottom of her shirt she pulled it off over her head, getting tangled as Ronon's hands found her sensitive breasts. Sara found herself lost in sensation, as the heat from Ronon's palms seeped through her jog bra.
Finally getting one arm free, Sara pulled her t-shirt off her head, she reached behind and opened Ronon's pants enough for her to get his erection free, with her other hand Sara pushed her pants down her hips. Chanting now, now, now, she leaned forward, granting Ronon access to her.
Ronon slid a finger along Sara's pouting nether lips, he could see and feel how wet she was, her scent almost drove him over the edge, it had been a long time since he had been with a woman.
"Ronon, if you don't get in me now, I swear by the Goddess that you will be SORRY" Sara yelled, positioning himself, Ronon slid all the way in one thrust, Sara meweled in pleasure, her hips bucked trying to take him even deeper.
"Move Dammit"
Ronon smiled, he pulled out and thrust as fast and hard as he could, leaning forward he bit Sara on the junction of shoulder and neck, she screamed his name as her orgasm milked his cock to the point of pain, leaning back Ronon grabbed Sara's hips before pounding into her twice more, his balls slapped her clit, causing Sara to orgasm again, growling Ronon joined her in his release.
Ronon's radio crackled, before John's voice came over the link, "Ronon don't beat up those marines to badly alright? Cause we might need em. Sheppard out"
Sara started to giggle, which soon turned into a full blown belly laugh. Ronon eyed Sara askance, wondering why she was laughing so hard.
Sara finally managed to sputter, "I'm a marine now?"
Ronon burst out laughing as well,
Across the city "The Prometheous has landed" boomed out, grabbing her t-shirt Sara kissed Ronon's cheek, "meet me for dinner?" without waiting for an answer Sara stood straightened out her clothing and left the room, her voice filtered back.
"HI John, Your going into the work out room? Um, How was your trip?"
Ronon stuffed himself back into his pants, chuckling softly to himself as he noticed that he was still wearing his holster, standing he waited for Sheppard to enter the room.
Who feels sorry for Ronon? C'mon you know you do!
Who Thinks Sara is an Idiot? Yup all of ya, thought so
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sara woke up with a sore back, deciding to head down to the room that she and Teyla worked out in, Sara enjoyed the airy feeling of the room.
Sara had told Teyla of her training in ballroom dancing, how you went slowly at first ensuring that your body was held in perfect formation, creating muscle memory until it became second nature. Then when it came time to increase speed, your body already knew where your feet, arms and head were to be. They approached Sara’s continued training with the wands in the same manner.
Sara ran through her standard warm up, she felt her back muscles finally starting to loosen, lying on her back Sara pulled her legs toward her torso, she could not pull her legs far enough back on her own to release the final knot.
Hearing the door open Sara rolled her head to see who was there, “Ronon, I didn’t know you were all back.” She ignored the tightening in her lower abdomen, and sternly told her libido to get back into the closet. “Could you give me a hand; I can’t pull my legs far enough back.”
Concentrating on keeping her libido in check Sara didn’t notice when Ronon crossed the floor kneeled with his legs on either side of her head, opening her eyes Sara was presented with the most delectable sight.
Ronon’s soft pants caressed his thighs outlining the taught muscles, defining his shaft, “Oh Goddess,” Sara took a deep breath attempting to retain control; Sara could smell Ronon’s scent. It was a scent of spices mixed with at was all male, her control-collapsed heat flooded her body; Sara felt a gush as her body created lubrication to ready itself for sex.
Sara knew that a warrior of Ronon’s calibre would have no difficulty spotting her arousal so she decided to do what any intelligent woman faced with certain rejection would do, she panicked.
Sara scrambled to get onto her knees, heat flared again as Ronon placed his hands on either side of her waist to stop her from toppling over, and she let out a moan as shivers raced up her spine from this innocent touch.
Sara’s moan went straight to Ronon’s cock, he felt himself stir in response to the throaty sound. Experimentally he slid his fingers underneath the loose t-shirt gently running his fingers over satin skin, eliciting another moan from Sara.
Throwing caution to the winds Sara ground herself against Ronon's erection, encouraged by the hardened length, a man couldn't fake that. Sara rose onto her knees, gripping the bottom of her shirt she pulled it off over her head, getting tangled as Ronon's hands found her sensitive breasts. Sara found herself lost in sensation, as the heat from Ronon's palms seeped through her jog bra.
Finally getting one arm free, Sara pulled her t-shirt off her head, she reached behind and opened Ronon's pants enough for her to get his erection free, with her other hand Sara pushed her pants down her hips. Chanting now, now, now, she leaned forward, granting Ronon access to her.
Ronon slid a finger along Sara's pouting nether lips, he could see and feel how wet she was, her scent almost drove him over the edge, it had been a long time since he had been with a woman.
"Ronon, if you don't get in me now, I swear by the Goddess that you will be SORRY" Sara yelled, positioning himself, Ronon slid all the way in one thrust, Sara meweled in pleasure, her hips bucked trying to take him even deeper.
"Move Dammit"
Ronon smiled, he pulled out and thrust as fast and hard as he could, leaning forward he bit Sara on the junction of shoulder and neck, she screamed his name as her orgasm milked his cock to the point of pain, leaning back Ronon grabbed Sara's hips before pounding into her twice more, his balls slapped her clit, causing Sara to orgasm again, growling Ronon joined her in his release.
Ronon's radio crackled, before John's voice came over the link, "Ronon don't beat up those marines to badly alright? Cause we might need em. Sheppard out"
Sara started to giggle, which soon turned into a full blown belly laugh. Ronon eyed Sara askance, wondering why she was laughing so hard.
Sara finally managed to sputter, "I'm a marine now?"
Ronon burst out laughing as well,
Across the city "The Prometheous has landed" boomed out, grabbing her t-shirt Sara kissed Ronon's cheek, "meet me for dinner?" without waiting for an answer Sara stood straightened out her clothing and left the room, her voice filtered back.
"HI John, Your going into the work out room? Um, How was your trip?"
Ronon stuffed himself back into his pants, chuckling softly to himself as he noticed that he was still wearing his holster, standing he waited for Sheppard to enter the room.