Nayleia's Heritage

***RESCUED***

Teyla and Janta warily circled each other like two felines squaring off to fight over territory. Teyla had taken off her field jacket and was clad in only a black tank top and her military issue pants. A light sheen coated her skin, indicating that she had been warming up her muscles before her arrival in Lahal; probably in anticipation of just this type of situation. The determination on her face was a true indication that Janta had her full attention. Years of training and experience had taught Teyla that one should not lightly dismiss an adversary that was as devious as Janta.

A slight narrowing of Janta’s eyes was the only warning that Teyla had that Janta was about to deliver her first strikes. Thuck! Whack! Whack! And the first flurry of strikes and counterstrikes were over. Janta had aimed for Teyla’s head, hoping to open her skull with the first exchange of blows. Anticipating this move, Teyla had easily deflected the blows and with a counter move of her own, she had pressed Janta back into a defensive stance.

“I see that you are not entirely without skill. Too bad it’s not going to be enough to save you!” Janta grated out between clenched teeth as she delivered another flurry of strikes.

Teyla fended them off easily, using her agility to avoid the majority, much to Janta’s annoyance. Years of sloth, dissolute living and the fact that she had not had a serious challenger in years had slowed Janta down. Within a short space of time sweat poured down her face and back and she was breathing heavily, while Teyla stood poised, barely winded by the exchanges.

Teyla’s first major offensive strike, when it came, was a revelation to Janta. She gasped at the speed with which Teyla whirled her staff and when it came rushing towards her abdomen she barely managed to swing around her own staff to absorb the brunt of the blow. Teyla did not stop going. She reversed direction and gripping the staff with both hands widely spaced apart, she rapidly battered Janta and finished up with a one handed swing of the staff to Janta’s lower legs, while simultaneously ducking below Janta’s half-hearted attempt at an offensive swipe.

Janta did not realize that Teyla had broken through her defense until she felt the numbing pain of Teyla’s staff striking her calf, knocking her feet from below her. She came crashing down, but had the presence of mind to roll away and back to her feet. Not a minute too soon as Teyla’s staff crashed to the ground on the spot she had fallen to. The realization that Ronon had indeed spoken the truth began to impress itself on her consciousness. Teyla was indeed her match.

~No, she’s better than that. She’s better than me, ~ Janta thought, as the first tendrils of fear began to claw their way into her consciousness.

Teyla had been watching Janta closely and so knew exactly when the realization of her imminent defeat came to Janta. She saw the fear and the shiftiness in Janta’s eyes as she surreptitiously looked around for a way out. When the moment came, she was ready for it.

Janta had gradually worked her way around to the lone entrance of the building. When she saw her chance, she delivered a final flurry of strikes and then turned to escape through the door. Teyla, correctly reading Janta’s intent, had fended off the blows and then reversed direction to neatly clip Janta’s legs from under her as she tried to dodge towards the door.

Janta went down and was only able to partially bring up her staff before Teyla delivered a sound blow that sent shockwaves up her arm. The sound of bone breaking was unmistakable and Janta’s scream of pain pierced the silence of the hut.

“Please…please don’t kill me,” Janta cried, as the staff slipped from her nerveless fingers and clattered to the floor.

Teyla stood fast with chest heaving and stared at the sniveling woman who had terrorized them all, and hurt Ronon and Nayleia with her wickedness. Janta, who had gloried in her victims’ pain, was now reduced to begging for her life. She was at Teyla’s mercy as she lay there defenseless, gripping her injured arm.

“Kill her! I have no use for a failure!” Harla’s harsh voice rang out, causing all eyes to be focused on her.

To the surprise of Janta and the Lahalans, Teyla lowered her staff and stepped away from the fallen, injured woman.

“Is this the woman you would serve?” Teyla asked, pointing to Harla.

“Kill her…kill her…kill her, you fucking weakling!” Harla shouted at Teyla, almost frothing at the mouth in her madness.

Janta sprang to her feet still cradling her arm, causing several P-90s to be leveled at her. Ignoring the guns pointed at her, she sprang towards Harla and soundly backhanded the raving woman with her uninjured hand.

“I may not be able to defeat this woman, but I can still deal with a bitch like you Harla!” Janta shouted as she advanced on Harla and punched her in the face, sending teeth and a stream of blood flying through the air.

Sheppard waited until Janta had delivered a third blow and then signaled to one of the waiting marines who had come with them. The man immediately ran forward and dragged a furious, wildly kicking, Janta away from Harla’s bloody, cowering form. It took two marines to tie up Janta who continued to struggle to reach Harla, who was also tied up with the rest of the building’s occupants.

Teyla calmly observed the antics of Janta and Harla as they proceeded to exchange foul insults and threats. They had done what was necessary; both Janta and Harla had been disgraced and a wedge had been driven between Harla and her chief lieutenant. She glanced over to where Ronon was standing, and they exchanged unspoken words of gratitude and respect. It was over and the time had come to go back to Atlantis.

Satisfied that Janta and Harla had been neutralized, Ronon turned away from Teyla and the concerned-looking John Sheppard who was striding towards her. He felt the balance of the fury that had gripped him dissipate, and so he turned to the platform where he had seen Nayleia kneeling during his short fight with Janta’s lieutenants. The spot was empty.

Ronon felt the beginnings of panic as he quickly scanned the chamber looking for Nayleia. He found her a short time later, standing behind him, staring at him with a bemused expression. A single long stride closed the distance between them, and then Ronon was enfolding her in his arms with a sigh of relief.


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The trip back to Atlantis was a short, uneventful one. The rescuing teams led by Colonel Sheppard, had gagged Janta, Harla and the rest of their cronies and ensured that the hut was barred from the outside. The raid had been a quiet one and so they expected that the trussed up Lahalans would not be discovered by the other villagers until morning.

Upon their arrival back in Atlantis, Nayleia and Ronon were taken to the infirmary and led to separate stalls where they were examined and their minor injuries treated. Ronon had kept close to Nayleia during the return journey but had not been able to do more than ask her if she was alright. He did not think anything of her brief nod to the question, since he thought she was simply tired and still in shock from the day’s happenings. When Dr Beckett said that he was free to leave the infirmary, his first thought was of Nayleia.

“Is Nayleia free to leave as well?” Ronon asked as he changed out of the hospital robes into his own clothing.

“I’m sorry ye weren’t told lad, but Nayleia was discharged half hour ago, when your blood work was being checked,” Dr Beckett answered sincerely.

Ronon was stunned. He had only been in the Infirmary for two hours while Dr Beckett did his tests to ensure that he was unharmed from the second drugging Janta had administered; and yet each of his team mates had come to check on him. Even Rodney had dropped by to gloat about writing some special program to decipher the data files they had downloaded from the database Nayleia’s mother had left on Lahal. Now, to hear that Nayleia had been released and had left without a word to him, was a blow.

Ronon left the Infirmary as soon as he had finished changing his clothing. He headed straight to Nayleia’s room, needing to know why she was behaving so callously towards him.

~Could it be that I’m reading more into our relationship than actually exists? ~ Ronon asked himself.

He remembered well that it was not the first time that she had run off. Soon after they had made love she had run off while he slept. Ronon remembered how disorientated he had felt when he awoke to find that she had slipped away. There had been no opportunity to talk about why she had left that evening, and Ronon had dismissed it from his mind when he had seen her in the Gate Room and she had returned his passionate kiss. Now the memory resurged and he felt confused by her actions once more.

The distance to Nayleia’s room was a short one, and before long Ronon found himself knocking on her door. It seemed to take an eternity for her to open the door, but finally the mechanism activated to admit him to her room. Ronon entered the dimly lit confines of Nayleia’s room and slapped his palm against the door plate to seal it. He did not want any visitors.

Nayleia sat on her sleeping platform observing Ronon as he entered her room. She noted that he had chosen to seal the door, and was curious as to why. After watching the exchanges between Teyla and him the night before, she had reflected on their previous exchanges and Teyla’s behavior when Ronon had been taken away and drugged the first time. She was now convinced that he and Teyla cared deeply about each other.

~So what is he doing here? ~ Nayleia thought sadly, watching him advance towards her.

Ronon sat on the sleeping platform across from Nayleia and studied her expression intently. He was adept at reading body language, and while he didn’t always know what all the postures indicated, he definitely knew when something was amiss. Nayleia’s entire mien indicated that something disturbed her deeply.

“I looked for you at the Infirmary, but Dr Beckett told me you had left,” Ronon said by way of an opening sentence. “How come you didn’t let me know you were leaving, Nayleia?”

Nayleia was shocked. Of all the things that Ronon could have asked, she expected this question the least. Her examination at the Infirmary had taken very little time and she had been told she could leave after about half an hour. When she was leaving she had observed his friends entering his stall to check on him, and so she had not expected him to miss her.

“I didn’t think it would matter to you,” Nayleia finally answered, avoiding Ronon’s piercing stare.

“It wouldn’t matter to me? Why would you say that, Nayleia? Have I done something to cause you to think I’m a callous, uncaring person?” Ronon asked, sounding genuinely hurt.

“I really don’t know what kind of person you are Ronon,” Nayleia replied quietly, still avoiding his eyes.

Ronon was shocked. He understood that theirs was a strange relationship to describe to someone who didn’t know all the extenuating circumstances, but to hear Nayleia say she didn’t know what kind of person he was, truly hurt.

~Didn’t I show her that I can be honest and forthright? Didn’t she see how protective I was, and loyal? What about when we made love, didn’t I show her that I can be sensitive, and caring? How can she say that she doesn’t know me? She knows me better than anyone. ~

Ronon didn’t know how to begin to articulate the cacophony of thoughts that Nayleia’s pronouncement generated in him. Like any other wounded animal, he struck out, intent on inflicting as much pain as he felt.

“You seemed to know me well enough to know that you wanted me to fuck you,” he said, drawing a gasp of hurt surprise from Nayleia.

Nayleia felt tears rush to her eyes which immediately started to sting, begging her to shed them. She started to turn away from Ronon, not wanting him to see her lose control, when she felt two large hands grab her and drag her into a strong embrace. Nayleia buried her face into the crook of Ronon’s neck and wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt him press a kiss to her head as he stroked his hands up and down her back, as he returned her embrace with a crushing one of his own.

“I’m sorry, Leia, so sorry,” he whispered, abbreviating her name to an endearment. “How did we get to this point? Why are you attacking me, don’t you know that you’re the most important person to me?” Ronon whispered softly.

“Please don’t lie to me Ronon, I saw how you looked at Teyla in Harla’s hut after her fight with Janta. I saw how she rushed to fight Janta, and how frantic she was when she found out you had been drugged that first time.”

Ronon was speechless for the space of ten heart beats, then, relieved laughter began to bubble up. Rich baritones filled the air, and saturated it with their sound. It took a great effort to stop from laughing so he could answer Nayleia’s questioning glare.

“Nayleia, Teyla belongs to Sheppard,” Ronon said simply. “They don’t advertise it, but everyone knows they’ve been together for some time now. Why do you think Sheppard was so agitated back at the cave, trying to rush things along? He was concerned about Teyla being outside alone with no one to watch her back. And didn’t you see him rush over to her after she had defeated Janta?” Ronon finished, still smiling happily at the thought that Nayleia cared enough about him to be jealous.

“I guess…I guess I was so focused on her interaction with you, I didn’t see how she behaved around Colonel Sheppard,” Nayleia replied still a little confused.

“Listen Leia, there’s nothing romantic going on between Teyla and I. She and Sheppard were my first friends amongst the Atlanteans, and they are now the people I trust the most. You’ll soon come to realize that Teyla is very protective of the people she cares about, I count myself lucky that she has included me amongst the protected.”

Nayleia listened to Ronon’s words and felt the weight she had been carrying get lighter and lighter, until it completely disappeared. She felt foolish for having thought that Ronon wanted Teyla, but was so extremely happy to be proven wrong that she refused to dwell on her mistake.

~So…Ronon is free, and wants to be with me! ~ Nayleia thought gleefully.

For the first time since he had entered the room, Nayleia allowed her eyes to rise to meet Ronon’s. It was no surprise to find him staring into her face with undisguised desire. Nayleia returned his look boldly, trying to convey to him the intensity of her own desire. They met each other’s questing lips somewhere in the middle, with a passionate, soul searing kiss that left no doubt about their mutual need for each other.

Neither wanted the kiss to end, but they had no choice but to break away breathlessly. Ronon tangled his fingers in Nayleia’s hair and used his grip to pull back her head, exposing her throat to his hot kisses. He sucked on the throbbing vein that ran along the side of her neck, drawing groans of pleasure from her as shudders ran through her body. Ronon loosened his hold on Nayleia long enough to pull her onto his lap and drag off her top in one smooth action. He immediately re-tangled his fingers in her long hair to give himself the leverage he wanted.

Nayleia felt herself being pulled backwards over Ronon’s legs, causing her body to form an arched bow shape which thrust her breasts upwards. The feel of Ronon’s hot mouth on her breast startled Nayleia and drew a moan of pleasure from her lips as he pulled long and hard on the erect nipple. It seem as if she felt the sucking sensation all the way to her core which responded by starting to throb in an echo of her slamming heart. When her second breast was also treated to a long hard pull, Nayleia almost fainted with the pleasure of it.

One, then the next, Ronon alternated his attention between Nayleia’s sensitive breasts, all the while flicking and brushing her nipples with his free hand. Nayleia could feel the slick moisture that collected between her legs and the ache that started in her secret place. She longed for Ronon to give her the pleasure he had before. She wanted him deep inside her, filling her, stroking her, making her explode with pleasure.

As if he had heard her thought, Nayleia felt Ronon’s questing fingers loosening her lower garment. The ties gave way quickly and then his hand was on her quivering flesh, sliding through the slick moisture and rubbing against her aching flesh. The first contact caused her to buck her hips in surprise as he smeared her juices around the sensitive nub of flesh at her core. Her moan of pleasure seemed to urge him on, and he immediately pushed one thick finger into her while simultaneously sucking on her breast. The effect was instantaneous, Nayleia came…hard. Her hips bucked wildly against Ronon’s hand, urging him to push a second finger into her, stretching her as the waves of euphoric release washed over her.

Ronon watched Nayleia’s face closely, savoring each of her passionate responses. He continued to suck on her breasts as the last of tremors running through her body diminished and then ceased. He felt the tension around his probing fingers, ease as her body relaxed. Ronon gently eased out from under Nayleia and rose up from the platform. He finished removing her clothing and then did the same to his own, all the time being closely watched by Nayleia.

He was rock hard by the time he removed his pants and underwear. His cock seemed to have a life of it’s own as it slapped against his belly, so great was his desire to fill Nayleia. Ignoring the urgings of his throbbing cock, Ronon quickly sank to his knees in front of Nayleia and sank his face into her wet pussy. He savored her special smell and pushing her legs wider, he gently ran his tongue through the moisture that had collected, tasting her delicately.

Nayleia sighed breathlessly as she felt Ronon’s hot tongue brush across her sensitive flesh. He repeated the action and ended by sucking on her swollen clit. Nayleia felt the first stirrings of renewed desire as Ronon continued his gentle onslaught on her pussy. He licked her folds and sucked on her clit all the while emitting low groans in the back of his throat.

Ronon’s stabbing tongue caught Nayleia off guard and she cried out in surprise and pleasure as he thrust his tongue deep into her. He slowly withdrew his tongue and swabbed her clit in one smooth motion, causing Nayleia to hold her breath and buck her hips. He repeated the action, once more plunging his tongue into her aching core and swabbing her clit on the way out. Over and over he plunged and swabbed until Nayleia was bucking wildly and holding his head to her pussy as she screamed out her orgasm.

Nayleia’s womb was still quivering with the strength of her orgasm when Ronon slammed his pulsing penis into her. Her sharp intake of breath did not deter him as he withdrew and slammed into her again, and then again. Nayleia felt herself melting around Ronon’s thick shaft as he continued his relentless plunder of her slick pussy. Grabbing onto both her breasts, Ronon squeezed the peaked nipples in time to his thrusts. Incredibly, Nayleia felt her desire sharpen and she raised her hips to meet each thrust crying out in ecstasy as he ground himself against her clit.

His shout of release seemed to come from afar as Nayleia’s own gasping cries filled the air. She felt him pump his hot semen into her and tightened her thighs around his waist as another set of orgasms ricocheted through her body.

TBC